high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 296 A sword crosses the sky and star fights cold

The drums are rumbling and the flags are fluttering.

The sound of shouting and killing was like a flood breaking a bank, violently slapping everyone's eardrums, and the entire battlefield was wrapped and swept up by the sound of fighting and fighting!

"Get on the horse, and you get on the horse too?" The voice broke down a bit: "Then what are you talking to me about?!

I thought you would bravely stay behind and create precious opportunities for us to escape, you said you got on the horse too, you said you—"

"Shut up!" An angry voice sounded: "General Bei Zhonglang was beaten to death, how many lives do your father and I have? Are you going to die?"

The two voices quarreled again for a while, and in the dimness, Bai Shu saw a huge butt flying up and falling heavily.

Bai Zhu, who was lifted onto the horse's back, suddenly let out a cry of pain, and moved his stiff fingers.

"General Beizhong!"

The voice was both startled and happy, and Bai Shu felt that he was being hugged tightly, unable to break free: "You are alive again!"

Muscles and bones clanked together, and the true qi and exuberant vitality moved from the main body through the air, repaired the damage of the avatar in just an instant.

In the nothingness, the red dragon with dim luster was provoked by anger, and immediately shook its head and tail, and its body emitted a bright red light, which illuminated for several miles.

blink of an eye.

But with the effort of breathing, Bai Shu, the damaged incarnation, has been repaired completely.

As soon as the brilliance in his Niwan Palace moved, a little immortal aura flew out, and it turned into an incomplete ring of Dao and God behind the head of Yuanshen, which rotated slowly, explaining the most wonderful and infinite Tao and principles.

Incarnations are limited after all, unlike incarnations like spirit bodies, they are still limited to the category of supernatural powers.

Even though Baishu has practiced to the perfection of Vajra, and has transformed into a ring of Dao to carry the fruit of Dao, but in the incarnation, the ring of Dao at the back of the head is faintly visible, and its foundation is not solid.

Head down.

I saw Zhang Deng hugging himself tightly, tears in his eyes.

"General!" Zhang Deng wailed loudly: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Stop farting."

Bai Shu slapped his head to the side: "Aren't you going to get on your horse and run away?"

After pushing away Zhang Deng, Bai Shu took a few steps forward. He looked at the scene in front of him and fell silent.

Blood……

blood everywhere...

The dead people piled up into several tall corpse mountains, and the tattered armor was scattered all over the place, occasionally emitting a dim and weak rune light, and the blood flowed all over the ground, even drowning the soles of the feet.

Their small team was trapped by several large formations, wrapped in the middle, airtight.

And above the heavy killing formation, there are several boundless and majestic figures standing on it, suppressing the formation.

"Xuan Mou, Madam Yu, Monk Tan Hua, Dou Shiren."

Bai Shu glanced at the sky, and saw that the four people who ruled the killing formation had all dealt with this incarnation of himself, and they were all old faces.

He summoned a dharma sword from Niwan Palace, held it in his hand, and sighed: "We've met so many times, we're already old friends, can't we let it go?"

"Let you go?" Xuan Mou, who was wearing a yin and yang Taoist robe, sneered again and again, and sneered: "It is the poor Taoist wish to kill this incarnation of you. Just wait, one day I will break through the King Kong Temple and kill you!" Your real body is also slaughtered!"

This Taoist is about thirty years old, his face is as smooth and white as a baby, and there is a boundless and grand map of Yin and Yang hanging on his head, which is interpreting various mysterious scenes from nothing to existence, from birth to death.

Previously, this Taoist Xuanmou was also the main force in the attack.

It was he who used the yin-yang diagram to block Bai Shu's attack, and then went down to the killer and stabbed Bai Shu's eyes blind.

Among the four, Taoist Xuanmou's cultivation is also the strongest.

"Where's Madam Yu?"

Bai Shu was not annoyed when he heard the words, he squinted his eyes and smiled lightly at the beautiful woman with high temples and charming face among the four:

"Madam Yu, are you willing to kill me?"

This beautiful woman's waist is like a weak willow, her buttocks are plump and round, and her gorgeous palace skirt is gently swaying in the wind, outlining a plump and mature body, which is too beautiful to behold.

Hearing Bai Shu's question, Mrs. Yu covered her lips and smiled softly, "I can't bear it."

"Huh???" Following behind Baihou, Zhang Deng and Uncle Jin, who were leading Tianma, looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"My lord, let's be the face of a concubine." Madam Yu rolled her eyes, charming like a lake in warm spring: "Concubine—"

laugh!

There was a soft cracking sound, and Xuan Mou's face suddenly changed. He rushed forward and slapped a big yin and yang hand, but it was still a step too late.

The void was punched into a huge pit by the big hand of yin and yang, and the surrounding yuan qi was swaying endlessly. It was wiped away by the power of yin and yang in this big hand, and the essence was scattered.

"Can't you see that my main consciousness has come down?"

With one hand, Bai Shu held the head of Madam Yu's charming beauty, and with the other hand she pressed her sword against her chest, catching Monk Tan Hua's golden dragon staff.

"Now offense and defense are reversed. I attack and you defend!"

He laughed loudly, twisted the magic sword in his hand slightly, and the whole person disappeared.

"It's not the Flying Sword of Fate, it can't help me!"

In the distance, Monk Tanhua who was being targeted was startled. He threw the Zen stick in his hand into the sky, and a majestic and majestic golden dragon appeared, protecting him by his side.

Behind the Golden Dragon Protector, Monk Tanhua's face turned red, and his body also swelled up, growing straight into a golden dragon arhat thirty feet tall.

"Look at me--"

puff!

After a short and light sound, the thunderous sword cry sounded out after a while.

"I……"

Monk Tanhua spoke in a trembling voice, the golden light on his body dimmed inch by inch, and drifted into a magnificent rain of light covering tens of miles.

Between his eyebrows, at some point, there was a hair-sized crack.

"Although the Flying Sword of Fate is not here."

Bai Shu, who suddenly manifested from the void, opened his mouth lightly, the sword in his hand had several cracks at this moment.

"But the swordsmanship is still here."

In the blink of an eye, it was just a matter of rising and falling, and the four people who were so majestic suddenly fell into two.

Zhang Deng put away the oil lamp floating above his head in a daze, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Kill! Kill!"

Among the four, Dou Shiren, the son of the most noble family, shouted in panic:

"Start the formation, use the formation to kill him!"

"Ant-attached?" Bai Shu shook his head slightly: "Human sea tactics are of little use to you and me."

"Array!"

"Array!"

"Array!"

The formation was like a mountain and sea, and under the urging of all the cultivators, thousands of brilliant lights erupted, lighting up half of the blue sky!

The sound of the Dao is rolling and agitating, raging endlessly, and in the numerous killing arrays, countless ancient exotic birds such as wild animals, idols, and red birds are manifested.

Rumbling--

Countless flames rolled across hundreds of miles, resplendent and boundless, rolling down towards Baishu!

"Thousands flow into the sea and the waves are chaotic, and a sword crosses the sky to fight the stars."

Bai Shu flicked his sword lightly, smiled, he flew into a line, and slashed into the infinite light.

……

……

……

"is it him?"

A hundred miles away, outside the constantly routing massacre formation, in a pool of blood, a dead man's head with a grim face suddenly opened his mouth, and his teeth rattled.

In the dim pupils, there were heavy and powerful flames, clearly reflecting a blood-stained white robe.

The handsome young man with the crown on his face looked happy, he was holding a sword upside down, under the sword were thousands of dead bodies.

"It's him."

A hoarse female voice responded: "There will be nothing wrong."

(End of this chapter)