A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 352 Chengdong and Pinellia
More than a dozen monks were surrounded by layers of gray-eyed corpses.

They all looked numb, their eyes were dull, and they attacked everyone without knowing life or death.

However, those sword cultivators had a certain amount of advance and retreat, calmly resisting the sprint of those monsters.

Flying swords turned into afterimages like arrows and shot out of their hands.

As the sword light roared, countless sword qi radiated vertically and horizontally, and the sword power intertwined into a net, forming an impenetrable sword light barrier around them.

A Golden Core cultivator just took a step forward when suddenly a flash of light flashed, and a beam of sword light cut off his head.

In the scattered blood rain, the sword light burst out countless sword energy, crushing the head and the gray fog inside.

A pair of sharp flying swords flew out like the wind, shuttled among the monsters like ghosts, harvesting heads one by one mysteriously.

Bai Lu saw that those flying swords actually only had six handles, but they formed a waterfall-like curtain of light and shadow, like thousands of troops blocking the impact of monsters.

In particular, two of the sword lights seemed to have life force, cruising in the air like a dragon like a snake, drawing unpredictable trajectories.

It can be seen that their masters' movements are skillful and natural, and even the connection is smooth. Every time they make a move, they seem to have several preparations for countermeasures, and they are not afraid of any sneak attacks and accidents.

If you look closely, there is a unique sense of rhythm.

And this unique rhythm is intertwined into a network, and cooperates with the other four weaker sword lights to form a certain kind of powerful control.

It seems to be a sword array, and it seems to be the prototype of some kind of sword field. No one can hide in the sword net.

At this moment, the two of them were facing a Primordial Spirit cultivator.

The two flying swords erupted with dazzling light, and they directed their whole body's spiritual power to fully pour on the flying swords.

Brush brush!
The flying sword whizzed past, and the air along the way was distorted, making a whining sound after friction.

The speed was even faster to the extreme, shuttling around the two Yuanshen monks, forming dazzling light and shadows.

The sword lights turned into blooming flowers of Xunying, enveloping the two Yuanshen monks.

The gray mist in the eye sockets of the two primordial spirit monks danced like flames, trying to dodge.

But the trajectories of those sword lights are completely unpredictable, and the flying sword is as fast as the wind, leaving only afterimages in the air.

Not to mention these slow-witted monsters, even a real Primordial Spirit cultivator would be overwhelmed by the elusive and lightning-fast afterimages of flying swords.

The sharp flying sword turned into a deadly swift shadow, lingering around the two Primordial Spirit cultivators, and went straight to their necks.

The sword carries a powerful impact, and every blow is almost their full blow.

Clang.

The flying sword slashed across the neck of the Primordial Spirit cultivator impartially, and the two Primordial Spirit cultivators were beaten staggeringly, leaving a light white mark on their necks.

The two were not discouraged, the flying sword was like a gear around their necks, and the sharp edge cut along the white line neatly and crazily.

"Roar!"

Sensing the danger, the two Yuanshen monks tilted their necks slightly and roared like wild beasts.

Swinging his arms to grab those sword shadows, the heavy arms sent out a sonic boom like air shattering, driving a strong wind.

But the two flying swords spun around their necks like a shadow.

A streak of sword light shuttled freely between their arms.

In the end, after the two sword lights spun hundreds of times continuously, the two heads flew high, and a spring of blood full of spiritual energy shot up into the sky, raining blood all over the sky.

The strong smell of blood is alluring with fragrance.

Immediately, it attracted a crowd of monsters to swarm up and drown the detached corpses.

The two hard heads of the primordial spirit have not yet lost consciousness, opened their mouths wide, and wanted to attack, but they were caught in the scramble of monsters and could not escape.

Seeing this, several young monks curled their lips and said sourly.

"The Flying Sword lineage of Shenjianfeng is so soft and weak. It's not like our Wanjianfeng Fajian lineage is unstoppable. Our Senior Brother Lu and Senior Sister Yu are all able to control the enemy with one move against the Primordial Spirit cultivators. It's not like they are like sawing wood. , completely lost the chicness and casualness of a sword cultivator who took a person's head with one sword."

A few people are dead duck mouthed.

Bai Lu unkindly exposed their intentional neglect.

"They killed two primordial spirits. Although your brothers and sisters were clean and tidy, didn't you join hands to kill one primordial spirit?"

Among them, the disciple named Shen Qianyao was unconvinced.

"That's because their flying swords happen to be the nemesis of these monsters."

"That is, these monsters have lost their sanity, and they are targets in front of these flying swords. If you have the ability, everyone try to deal with a living soul, or our magic sword is the most powerful."

"Our magic sword has accumulated a lot, and after the primordial spirit, it will only become stronger, but after the flying sword primordial spirit, the advantage of killing enemies in the air will be gone."

A few young people were discussing in a hurry, talking about the dispute between the sword and the flying sword.

I don't know how many times they have argued in the sect.

The opponent's strengths and weaknesses are picked up casually.

In fact, when a few people came outside the encirclement, Bai Lu noticed that someone was throwing an unexpected glance over there.

Those were a few young Jindan disciples who were about the same age as Shao Junzong and Tianbao.

When the other party found out that it was them, the disappointment on his face was beyond words.

After all, if you defend for a long time, you will lose, even if they can use flying swords to kill the enemy in the air, they are chic and free, without a trace of blood.

But they're stuck here too.

Sooner or later, the spiritual power will be exhausted and the medicine will be exhausted.

And those monsters are endless.

Moreover, there are more and more corpses of Yuanying and Yuanshen.

It is becoming more and more difficult for them to take the head of a person.

Facing monks of the same rank, they are as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

But it is not easy to kill by leapfrogging.

With their Golden Core Realm cultivation base, if they wanted to completely kill a Nascent Soul cultivator, they would have to use all their strength and cut hundreds of times on the neck.

If you can't kill a few auras, you will see the bottom.

Don't look at them with ease, in fact, they are already in jeopardy.

That's why Su Luoye was inspired to ask for help. I thought that the people who came to rescue were skilled and daring, at least equivalent to the Nascent Soul's personal transmission of the divine sword Taiyi Dao.

Unexpectedly, it was Wan Jianfeng's Jindan team.

A personal succession of Jindan Realm.

The true biography of the three golden core realms.

Two elite disciples of Nascent Soul Realm.

Judging by his aura, the cultivator who passed on his disciples seems to be the lowest in the team.

Such a combination is simply hopeless.

The hope ignited in my heart was instantly shattered.

The change of expression from happy to sad is simply heart-pounding.

It was almost written on his face, "Why are those Wan Jianfeng weak in magic and swords?".

It's no wonder that Shao Jun's young people are displeased with them.

At this moment, Lu Ping and Yuchan shot out of the gray light curtain like arrows.

He raised his voice to them and shouted, "Come this way!"

Immediately afterwards, the two men shot, the long sword was like the wind, fierce and swift.

Take the pressure off them.

"Cracking Yufeng!"

"Autumn Wind Slash!"

Abundant spiritual power poured into the sword body, split jade sword intent, and autumn water sword intent bloomed on the long sword.

A broken jade cracks the front, and an autumn water is like frost.

The two of them shuttled among the group of monsters like butterflies passing through flowers, their sword lights kept shining, and they quickly slashed at those monsters!

Compared with those flying swords, the swift shadows are like lightning.Their movements are more clean and neat, without any superfluous.

Every time the sword is swung, those necks will be cut off, no matter if it is a Jindan cultivator or a Nascent Soul cultivator.

After a while, there was no moving monk near the two of them.

The sharp sword's momentum is omnipotent, and it often advances tens of meters before the blood mist behind him erupts like a fountain.

Suddenly, an empty vacuum zone was formed around the two of them with the sword as the radius.

And shuttle among the monsters at an extremely fast speed.

Like two sharp swords, stabbing towards the heart of the enemy.

In the vacuum zone, the corpses of monsters that had lost their heads fell to the ground hard, and were quickly covered by other monsters.

"It's Lu Ping and the others!"

The two leading monks could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They had just beheaded a Primordial Spirit cultivator each, and they were exhausted.

Unexpectedly, meeting fellow students, it couldn't be better.

Especially when they noticed that they rushed out of a gray light curtain and were immediately besieged by those monsters.

The few low-level disciples who were still standing inside were safe and sound.

"They seem to have found a way to avoid these monsters"

The two couldn't help being overjoyed.

A method that can completely cover up the aura of these monsters is unknowingly precious in this terrifying world of gray fog.

Completely exposed to such a monster, even the Primordial Spirit cultivator would be exhausted to death.

Seeing the hope of survival suddenly, he was immediately refreshed, and two sharp sword lights drove the monsters in front of him back like a swimming dragon.

At the same time, they said to everyone in the battle formation, "They are from the same sect of Wan Jianfeng. They have found a way to avoid being chased by monsters. Let's meet them soon!"

Everyone was a little dubious when they heard the words.

Even the jade talisman of Mahayana Sword Master is useless, who can do anything?
They didn't have time to think about it.

Immediately cooperating with the two of them to control the entire sword formation slowly moving towards Lu Ping and the others.

In any case, having a shelter is their hope of survival.

But as soon as they moved, it was like a giant ship leaving the port, immediately triggering the siege of those monsters like a tide.

"Hoohoho!"

A group of corpses let out deafening roars like zombies, and rushed towards them.

The first two monks took the lead.

The two sharp flying swords, like flying snakes alive, drew a twisted arc in the air, clearing the way ahead.

Swipe, within a second, the sword light flashed continuously.

The sound is like a thunderbolt, and the sword is like an afterimage.

In an instant, blood mist filled the front, and countless heads flew high.

A series of sharp sword lights turned into a deadly god of death, and cut off the heads of those monsters.

Whoosh, whoosh, and then four dazzling streamers came one after another.

The four swift shadows flew out in the blood rain, knocking away the monsters that came from the pupae to fight for the corpse.

The whole team is like a sharp knife with a narrow top and a wide bottom, stabbing fiercely into the enemy's hinterland.

On the other side, Lu Ping and You Chan's faces were calm and indifferent, and their two long swords were flying endlessly, complementing each other.

The long sword whistled fiercely, and each blow brought up a white mist-like power flow, blasting the monsters in front of it away one after another.

Under the current situation, monsters surged up like mountains and seas, and there was no need to think about hitting and dodging, as a single swing of the sword could hit a large area.

It is really a sword swinging away the group of enemies, and each sword eases the crisis a little bit.

The strong spiritual power burned violently in the body, and the sharp sword body burst into bright brilliance.

The white mist steamed above the heads of the two of them, exerting the power of the sword formula to the maximum.

Boom—crash!
The monsters touched by Jianfeng, whether it was Jindan or Yuanying, all turned into several pieces, and were rolled backwards by the unparalleled strength.

Monsters along the way were knocked down by flying corpses one after another.

In the chaos, the two teams came together like giant ships in the sea.

"Follow us quickly." Lu Ping shouted.

Then he turned around and together with Yuchan led everyone back in the direction they came from.

At this time, the surrounding monsters came flooding in again.

The two big circles of monsters were gathered together, stimulated by the strong smell of blood in the air.

These monsters became more manic.

"Hoohoho!"

One by one, the bodies piled on each other, forming a wall of people, rushing towards them like a sea tide.

Whoosh whoosh.

Flying swords turned into streamers, pouring down like rain, like electric snakes dancing together, and light dragons flying away.

The streamer criss-crossed among the monsters like a swimming dragon, with their heads shooting up into the sky.

A series of sword shadows distorted the air, cutting the necks of those monks along unpredictable trajectories.

Those corpses wanted to hide.

But the stiff body and the cramped space couldn't dodge at all.

Especially the flying swords of the two Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators.

The momentum is like a constant shock, and the sound is like a thunderbolt.

Like two luminous dragons that appear and disappear, they shuttle between the corpses.

Puff puff puff!

Those Jindan corpses were twisted into blood mist by the fierce sword energy brought by Feijian like cut leather.

Even monk Yuanying couldn't block a sword.

A flash of light flashed by, and those headless corpses in the Nascent Soul stage burst into blood mist, and they staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

Even in order to ensure that the enemy was killed, several flying swords shuttled back and forth over the same corpse many times.

He had just been decapitated, but was enveloped by several flying swords that followed, and shot into a sieve.

Some corpses had their heads pierced through like hedgehogs before their heads were broken, and the sharp sword energy penetrated through their bodies, twisting the flesh and gray mist into pieces.

The monsters who approached these sword repairers were in bad luck.

In the distance, there are more monsters rushing like waves.

The corpses of the monks emerged from the gray mist with numb expressions.

Countless monsters come in a steady stream.

Compared to these monsters, the group of people is like a single tree in the wind and rain, barely persevering in the wind and rain, and will be swallowed by the tide of corpses.

The monsters they killed didn't affect the overall situation in the slightest.

They walked and retreated.Lu Ping and Yuchan stood guard on the left and right, organizing the monsters to approach the sword formation.

In the end, he simply didn't even care about the moves.

A sword was struck, and the sword was like a mountain, pressing towards those monsters.

The spiritual power seemed to be free of money, the big move was fully activated, and the flesh and blood flew, sweeping away the left and right.

At this time, Bai Lubai realized that there were six people behind the sword formation.

All of them are Nascent Soul stage monks.

But the fighting style is incompatible with the entire sword array.

Compared with the vigorous and resolute actions of the disciples of the Excalibur Taiyi Dao, they killed decisively.

Those people moved every move as if they were playing chess, waiting for others to finish playing before making moves, but their movements were slow and lukewarm.

It seems that he does not seek meritorious service, but only seeks self-protection.

Bai Lu could see that they were anticipating the enemy's attack every time they made a move.

Every time the sword is drawn, it hits the node, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

It's like the enemy hit the sword itself.

She knew that this was a kind of swordsmanship that was determined before making a move, and it was about controlling the enemy with one move.

However, this kind of swordsmanship is a bit out of date at this time.

For irrational corpses.

They don't defend, they only know how to cull.

No matter how exquisite the sword technique was, it was still flirting to the blind man.

On the contrary, it is self-defeating and unable to use its strength.

"Is this also a disciple of your sect?" Bai Lu asked several young Jindan around her.

"That's not it." Shao Jun curled his lips and said with a complicated expression, "They are the Nascent Soul disciples of the Taiyi Palace, and there is a Nascent Soul Tianjiao in the Taiyi Palace who obtained the Su Luoye."

At this time, a group of people came to the gray light curtain.

Seeing the few people who were safe and sound in the gray light, the hearts of the group were completely put in their stomachs.

They were ecstatic.

"We are saved."

Originally they were desperate, thinking that they would be trapped in the mouth of the monster before long, but they turned around.

Everyone entered the light curtain one after another, and they were about to hide completely.

A majestic momentum suddenly came over.

"Another Primordial Spirit Cultivator!"

The pupils of the two leading disciples headed by Shenjianfeng shrank.

Fingers together with the sword, pointing at the Primordial Spirit cultivator.

Two glaring rays of light shot out from among the cultivators, like a poisonous dragon, they strangled the Primordial Spirit cultivator.
puff puff.

There was a sound like a sharp blade cutting wood, which could be heard clearly even in this extremely noisy battlefield.

Even if the two flying swords cut continuously like spinning sharp blades.

It is also impossible to decapitate the Yuanshen monk in a moment.

Time is fleeting.

Seeing that the aura fluctuations of the two are attracting more monsters.

"You go in, I'll break the back."

Lu Ping let out a low cry, holding the sword in both hands, and his momentum suddenly sank.

"Okay!" The two each made another sword attack, but they still didn't see any success.

"Jade Mountain Broken!"

Lu Ping yelled violently, and struck out with a sword.

The jade-colored long sword can burst out with a light that is more dazzling than the sun.

It was clusters of sword lights, rushing out like a mountain collapsing, or like a flood breaking a dam.

The dazzling sword light burst from the jade-colored sword edge.

The Primordial Spirit cultivator who came to kill was directly knocked away by the torrent of sword light.

The sword glow remained undiminished, moving forward all the way, making a deafening bombardment sound.

The huge wall formed by the corpses of the monks, as if blasted by the flames, turned into flying ash, and quickly collapsed backwards, fluttered and dissipated.

The tide of monsters made a long passage for it, extending hundreds of meters forward.

The passageway was covered with broken arms and limbs, and the air was filled with extremely thick blood mist.

Several Jindan monks who have entered the Divine Sword Peak in the light curtain.

There was shock and bewilderment on his face.

"Is this the real power of a magic sword cultivator?"

With one move, Lu Ping was exhausted immediately, wheezing and wheezing, his hands and feet were so weak that he almost couldn't even hold the sword.

"Brother Lu!"

Yuchan at the side had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly reached out to grab him, took his arm and dragged him into the light curtain.

From beginning to end, the gray-clothed youth was exactly as Lu Ping said.

Neither obstructed nor helped.

Silently "watching" all this.

And the young disciples of Shenjian Peak seemed to be still immersed in the shock of Lu Ping's "Jade Mountain Broken" move.

One by one stared blankly at the shredded meat on the ground outside the light curtain, which had already attracted many corpses to grab food.

"How about it, you know that our Dharma sword is very powerful, you can't use such a powerful sword technique, right?"

Several disciples of Wan Jianfeng said triumphantly.

My heart is dark.

Usually, these disciples of Shenjian Peak have their nostrils upturned, and their eyes are higher than the top. No one looks down on them.

stupid now

"So what, any of our four senior brothers and sisters from the Flying Sword lineage, Fenghaiyuntian, can easily surpass this power with a random sword strike."

The disciple of Shenjian Peak insisted.

Ugly face.

Shao Jun sneered, "How many winds, seas and clouds are there in your Shenjian Peak, but our senior brother Yuan Ying in Wan Jianfeng is unparalleled in bravery and unparalleled in sword power. You have winds, seas and clouds, but we also have snow, rain, and clouds." , in front of our Xue Yuyuntian Siwei senior brother and sister, your Feng Haiyuntian is your younger brother."

"You fart!" The disciple of Shenjian Peak exploded when he heard it.

Feng Haiyun Tian is the pride of their Shenjian Peak, how could they be ridiculed by others, especially Wan Jianfeng.

One by one, they jumped up and said, "We have wind, sea and sky, but we are called the end of the sky, the corner of the sea, the end of the cloud, the trace of the wind, the flying sword is like the cloud like the wind, the sky and the sea are all in one sword, and the head can be taken from thousands of miles away." class!"

Zong Tianbao pursed his lips, "What's the matter, any of our Xue Yuyuntian four senior brothers and sisters can kill the Yuanshen cultivator."

"Our senior brothers and sisters can do it too." The other party retorted.

"Our senior brothers and sisters beheaded the primordial spirits of great powers, not those casual cultivators with no background!"

"Our brothers and sisters have also beheaded the primordial spirit of a great force, and it was still in the middle stage of the primordial spirit!"

"Our senior brothers and sisters are all seven-color Nascent Souls, with extremely deep foundations!"

"Our senior brothers and sisters are all clear-cut sword hearts, and they are born with the seeds of swordsmanship."

……

A group of Golden Core monks blushed and had thick necks, arguing and arguing endlessly.

The girl on the side opened her eyes.

He asked silently, "Your brothers and sisters are really so powerful?"

It was as if someone had directly stuck the neck.

The quarreling sound stopped abruptly, seven pairs of eyes turned around and glared at her.

"Fuss!"

"Okay, you guys go on," the girl spread her hands and walked away, and she didn't forget to ask at the end, "You guys sell your senior brothers and sisters' backgrounds like this, do your senior brothers and sisters know?"

The bodies of the seven young monks all froze.

At this time, the two leading monks from Shenjian Peak had already finished talking with Lu Ping and Yuchan.

They glanced at the girl unexpectedly, and then looked at the young man in gray beside him in surprise.

Then the two slowly came to the girl, clasped their fists together and said.

"Shenjian Peak, Chengdong, Banxia, ​​thank you fellow Daoist Bai for your help."

Same as Lu Ping and Yuchan.

Two men and one woman.

Cheng Dong is a male cultivator with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, with firm eyes and sharp-edged face.

Slender, tall and straight like a sword, the costume of Taiyi Dao of the Excalibur fits very well

The female cultivator named Banxia is a beautiful girl with dark eyes.

Feijian slid down behind him lightly and nimbly, his blue clothes fluttering in the wind.

Just as Bai Lu was about to respond, her spiritual thoughts suddenly moved.


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