Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 34
The extremely blazing flames were already burning in front of his eyes, but the expression of the young Taoist was still calm and composed.

With his hand, he lightly pressed the flying sword beside him to soothe the mourning, while with his left hand he held the formula in his dantian, and suddenly he turned around and jumped.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the Nine Dao Absolute Sword Killing Sword is based on the lower dantian, rushes upwards, and shoots out from nine acupoints around Zhang Lie.

The Jueying Sword Art in Stepping Cloud Jue Ying cannot be freely controlled by Zhang Lie's current strength of spiritual consciousness. It can be released, but let alone received, it can't even have a slight impact after it is issued.

Therefore, this move is actually not very useful when one is fighting against many people, because the attack power of Jueying Killing Sword is actually quite ordinary when the damage is dispersed.

However, in a one-on-one sword fight, these nine sword qi do not need to be controlled at all. Under the guidance of fighting intent and murderous aura, all of them will naturally attack the nearest opponent.

At this moment, the middle-aged monk thought that Zhang Lie had no sword in his hand for the time being, and that the consciousness in the flying sword was impacted by his almost half-destroyed blue bell, and it would be difficult to get it back.

However, he did not expect:
First, in the Huodefei Sword, Zhang Lie's consciousness has not been affected. If he wants to control the Yufei Sword now, he can still control it freely, but the power has decreased.

Second, even if the flying sword is temporarily lost in his hand, Zhang Lie's Stepping Clouds and Absolute Shadow Sword Art can still be used normally, even without any loss of power.

Not only that, but at the same time as he unleashed the Jueying Killing Sword, two pieces of yellow talisman paper flew and fell as Zhang Lie jumped up.

When the middle-aged cultivator of the Vanishing Mountain Sect waved his flag to defend against the surrounding sword energy in extreme embarrassment, two burly and mighty ancient generals in golden armor appeared out of thin air.

They shouted violently, like meteors flying down, each holding a huge golden hammer in their hands, smashing down on the middle-aged monk like a windmill.

The second-rank top-grade Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman, a rare and good item in the hands of Qu Feiyun in Baiyun Cave, may be useful in his hands, but in Zhang Lie's hands, it can only be used to stimulate directly.

Looking at the opponent who was besieged by the Jueying Sword Qi and the Yellow Turban Warriors, Zhang Lie felt that his weakness had been revealed.

"At this time, just a cloud stepping pose is enough to kill him!"

"But the cloud stepping pose is too heavy on the body. Once I use it, I have to find a place to hide it for another ten days to warm and nourish the meridians. Now the three-month period is nearly halfway, and I have to find at least four more ghost beads , leave him alone for the time being."

With a certain thought in his mind, Zhang Lie's rushing figure has already fled away with the bright sword light again.

And without the restraint of that senior brother of the Luangyuemen, even if the other three monks of the Luangyuemen came, they would not be able to keep up with Zhang Lie's escape speed at all, let alone dare not keep up.

With both arms violently waving the fire flag in his hand, the blazing fire wave engulfed and burned the two yellow scarf warriors in front of him like a torrent.

Then the middle-aged Taoist priest closed his eyes slightly, only feeling vain under his feet.

The backlash effect of the power of the pill and Guiyuan Zhenjue began to appear gradually, coupled with the concussion injury just now and the qi and blood floating, even though he tried his best to suppress it, there was still a ray of dark red blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth .

"Brother! What's wrong with you, brother?"

Those three monks from the Vanishing Mountain Sect hurried up to help them, they were also wronged, and they had tried their best to fly away, but when they arrived, the enemy sword cultivator had already escaped.

"It's really abominable. I can't kill this person today. You and my brothers, let alone the relics of the predecessors, even we ourselves will have a difficult road in the future."

"Brother, why be sad, we will continue to hunt him down. Even if you have been injured, he will certainly not be better off!"

"..."

Looking at the juniors around him, the middle-aged Taoist wanted to say forget it, and just retreat. This is the wisest choice.

However, if he retreated at this point, the prestige he had accumulated over the years and painstakingly accumulated would be over.

Therefore, the middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the juniors around him, and the words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't speak them for a while.

On the other side, Zhang Lie, who has consumed nearly six layers of mana, is also walking forward with the sword cautiously. He also knows in his heart that his biggest shortcoming is here. It is enough to compete with the top monks in the Qi training realm, but there is a shortcoming in the accumulation of mana, which is difficult to endure for a long time, and this can only be made up for by a long period of hard work, which is the most testing link for monks.

"Even if you take the Wen family's elixir, the speed of mana recovery is limited. If you take too much, erysipelas will accumulate and damage the meridians."

In the next few days, Zhang Lie used the guerrilla method of vertical sword to pester the four Taoist priests who did not know how to advance or retreat.

When it was the evening of the fourth day, in the Concentrating Breath Formation, Wen Xiaoshan and Li Wenheng's brothers and sisters saluted Zhang Lie, thanking him for his kindness in protecting the Dao during this time.

"Those miscellaneous Taoist priests of the Luanyue Sect must have never imagined that my Wen family's secret elixir can suppress injuries and restore [-]% of our mana in a short period of time. Today, we will completely eliminate them to repay the humiliation we have suffered during this period of time. Vengeance!" Although Wen Xiaoshan is a female monk, but at this moment, she has a murderous look on her face, but she seems to be more decisive and vicious than her cousin.

The path of monks, fighting for orthodoxy, and fighting for resources, sometimes requires some ferocity. At the end of the dynasties, the forces that can rebel and successfully establish a new dynasty must be the strongest and the most ruthless. After the establishment of new rules However, it restrains the world with various laws and regulations. This is of course beneficial to the vast majority of people, but for a very small number of high-ranking people, it is suppression and bondage.

The same is true for cultivating the Tao, obeying the heavens, becoming immortals against the heavens, wanting to transcend life and death, tampering with the laws of the heavens, doesn't this in itself mean that the immortal cultivators are rebellious ministers of heaven and earth?

Zhang Lie's guerrilla sword dragged the four Taoist priests of Wangyue Sect for four days. He originally hoped that they would retreat in spite of difficulties. No wonder who.

On this day, the monk surnamed Zhang from the Vanishing Mountain Sect was meditating cross-legged beside a bonfire in a wilderness.

Two of the three senior brothers beside him were protecting the law, and equipped with a magic circle, it was enough to resist that person's sudden surprise attack.

The reason why he clings to it is that this Taoist priest has the idea of ​​a protracted war in his heart. After several fights, he still has three junior guardians, so he has room to breathe and recover, but what about that guy?

No matter how good the sword skills are, no matter how strong the potential is, in this dark abyss, I am afraid that even when sleeping, I have to sleep with a long sword on my head and one eye open.

And Li Wenheng was severely wounded by himself, and it will be difficult to recover in a short time. As for the Jinhong Valley female cultivator... Sometimes it may not be that the more people the better, the absolute strength is not as good as the situation. If he dares to bring , It may not be a help, it may be a burden instead.

However, at this moment, the light of the bonfire beside him suddenly flickered, the middle-aged monk suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately after that, several withered corpses in a state of half-dead and half-lived walked out of the mist in the surrounding forest.

When they saw the monks from the Vanishing Mountain Sect, greed and bloodthirsty suddenly lit up in their cloudy pupils.

"How come there are living corpses here, we should have cleaned them up long ago?" A disciple of the Vanishing Mountain Sect asked in a low voice.

"It must have been a gift from our 'old friend'. We didn't let him sleep well, and he didn't want us to sleep comfortably. It's just an exchange of gifts. Clean them up."

"Inviting monsters" to add obstacles to the opponent is just a proper technique for monks fighting in the Netherworld Abyss. For monks above the Innate Realm, it is difficult to contain all the mana and aura radiated. Ghosts are a great tonic, so as long as they are attracted, there is no need to worry about conflicts, just be careful not to get yourself involved.

However, the monks of the Vanishing Mountain Sect, who relied on the simple formation to defend, soon realized that something was wrong. If only one person attracted them, the number would be too much. Fell down and attacked frantically.

"No, no, this number of ghouls can never be attracted by one person... Those two monks from Golden Rainbow Valley have already recovered?"

Seeing the attack of the corpses in front of him, the middle-aged monk surnamed Zhang of the Vanishing Sect couldn't sit still any longer, stood up and looked around.

It didn't take long for him to make a decision: "We can't spend any more mana here, let's go!"

He was the absolute leader among the four, and when he made a decision, the other three monks who were still fighting quickly followed their senior brother and withdrew.

Except for the bone bird, the movement speed of the other ghost corpses is not as fast as that of the immortal cultivators who fly with the imperial weapon, even if they are only the cultivators of the Qi training realm who fly at low altitude for a short time, so although there is no formation to rely on, the intensity of the pursuit battle is obvious going down.

However, the more he flew, the more flustered the middle-aged monk holding the fire flag became, because he always felt that there was a huge danger following him around.

Finally, when the four Huanyuemen monks fought and retreated, and killed all the bones and corpse birds, three figures of two men and a woman walked out of the darkness slowly. The four monks in the house were all surrounded.

"Your injuries have recovered?"

The middle-aged monk looked at Li Wenheng, who was holding a jasper wishful, and Wen Xiaoshan, who was holding a silver plate mirror, and said with surprise.

"It's not fully recovered, but it's enough to kill a few of you."

Wen Xiaoshan took a step forward and answered first, fearing that the night would be long and dreamy, she suddenly threw out the silver mirror she was holding in her hand, and a strange light shot down from the silver magic mirror with the stroke of her hand.

The jasper Ruyi in Li Wenheng's hand communicates with its own energy flow, supplemented by the casting of spells, getting twice the result with half the effort!
Zhang Lie moved forward slowly, with his sword intent fluctuating. The four-day guerrilla with the vertical sword not only did not consume much of his physical strength and spirit, but instead stimulated his potential. It's too thick, this kind of intense fighting, on the contrary, activates the mana accumulated in his bloodline body and increases his skill.

(End of this chapter)