Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 54 A sword will determine life and death!

In the Diyuan Ghost Mansion where the blood mist is gradually dissipating, there is a gray-robed, white-haired old man. There is a broken sword fragment flying around him like a snake, almost as if he has been given life. spirituality.

At this time, most of the monks in the ghost mansion have died.

Even if there are a few left, it doesn't matter, in the process of ascending hundreds of feet from the depths of the abyss, no one can escape under his sword, and Yan Zangfeng has absolute confidence in this point.

Normally, the Nether Abyss only has one or two floors, and there will be no ghosts above the second level. However, the Great Teleportation of the Two Worlds forcibly opened up the Abyss to a depth of five floors, and the ghost mansion of the fourth-level ghost cultivator is also here.

Except for the monks who came here coerced by Yan Zangfeng and Wei Wuji, most of the monks who entered the Nether Abyss would not go too deep, so there were not too many people who needed to be silenced.

If he really killed all the people in Diyuan and went out by himself, Yan Zangfeng would not be able to handle such a big matter.

"This old guy is too strong. With the few of us working together, even the monks at the foundation establishment stage may not be defeated so badly, so quickly... Is this the end of my path?"

Kneeling aside, Gongsun Qing hugged his broken arm, and was trying his best to resist the insidious sword energy from Yan Zangfeng's attack into his body.

Those sword qi are like strands of silk, piercing in like needles compared to one's own mana, and then directly attacking the vitals of the human body, smashing and destroying them, the cruelty is incomprehensible.

If you want to block the refinement, you need to consume the mana of the spiritual sense that is several times higher than the sword energy.

"Congratulations to Grandpa for completing the plan!"

At this moment, a Yan Family cultivator covered in blood rushed forward, knelt down in front of Yan Zangfeng, and said so excitedly.

However, the moment the man raised his head, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the next moment, his entire body was split open obliquely.

The corpse fell, and dark red blood flowed all over the ground.

This guy couldn't close his eyes until he died.

"Why, you want to kill even your own family members?"

With a little relief, Chen Qinghong, with disheveled hair and pale face like a ghost, put down the corpses of his clansmen in his arms, sneered and sneered.

At this moment, this nun has already put life and death aside.

"As a blood cultivator in the Hall of Life and Death, he deserved to die for being timid before the battle, hiding in the corner and procrastinating until the end before jumping out to claim credit."

Compared to Chen Qinghong's mood, Yan Zangfeng was so calm that it was almost indifferent.

As for his words, no one can know the truth or falsehood, and no one can detect his heart.

At this moment, a thunder umbrella suddenly flew out from the pit on the side of the stone wall, and the light on it was densely covered, faintly spreading and dancing.

However, before he could get close to Yanzang Front, he was split open by a sudden flash of sword light.

Yan Zangfeng stared sideways at the yellow-robed Taoist priest Qu Feiyun who crawled out of the stone wall with some surprise, it seemed that he didn't expect that not only did he not die, but he still had the strength and courage to fight.

"Instead of hiding like a dog and being found and killed by you in the end, it's better to fight to the death with you here to see if I can bite a piece of your meat off."

Following Qu Feiyun's words, Gongsun Qing, Chen Qinghong, who were already seriously injured, and even in the surrounding mist, all had faint figures walking forward.

However, at the price of the death of the blood monks of the Yan family, there are not many remaining monks from other clans and families.

Even though these people were inspired by Qu Feiyun to fight, they were still weak when facing Yan Zangfeng.

Clang.

"Hehe, if it's useful to have a lot of people, what are we still practicing? Swords are not toys for children to bluff. Since you pull them out, then bet your life."

Flicking the long sword in front of him lightly, Yan Zangfeng said with a leisurely smile.

The next moment, the place he was standing was already covered by thunder, fire, and sword light, but Yan Zangfeng's figure suddenly merged with the sword in his hand. At this moment, coming and going like the wind and shuttling like electricity are not enough to describe. His whole body has turned into a flickering and dancing ghost.

The so-called unity of human and sword, even a secular warrior who has reached the peak of his own cognition can think that he has reached it.

But in the world of cultivating immortals, the standard of Qi training realm, foundation building realm, Zifu realm, and Jindan realm, the so-called unity of human and sword, is different. It depends not only on oneself, but also on opponents.

The simplest verification method is: can you cut through all the attacks that attack you with the flying sword in your hand.

For a real first-class swordsman, the attack power is equal to the defense power, and being unable to break through its strongest point means that it cannot hurt it at all.

After coming to the Diyuan Ghost Mansion and living up to now, the basic quality of the remaining monks is beyond doubt. When you understand how powerful you are, knowing that this old guy in front of you will not die, and everyone present will die, no matter how stupid the monks are, they will fight hard. With all his strength, he frantically attacked Yan Zangfeng among the crowd, either holding a spell or using a sword formula.

At this time, the blood monks in the Yan family's life and death hall were all dead, but the Yanzang front, which was an enemy of all, was still moving around, challenging all living beings with swords!
The fire talisman, the ice talisman, the sword formula, and the magic weapon are all useless. These huge and uncondensed attacks were directly broken in an instant in front of the extremely condensed sword mist on the Yanzang front, and the next moment his whole body followed the sword. Walk, and in an instant, the sword will come out, and the sword will kill people.

Zhang Lie, who was seriously injured, watched this disparity in numbers and strength, all of which were asymmetrical battles not far away. Yan Zangfeng's invincible posture of one person and one sword imprinted in his heart a normal Qi-training cultivator. Intensity that shouldn't be there.

"A man who has practiced for the rest of his life should have this state!"

Such a thought flashed in my mind, although it was only for a short moment, it was deeply imprinted in my heart and consciousness.

Exhaling lightly, Zhang Lie poured all the remaining spiritual power into the red sword in his hand, and the next moment he walked with the sword, like a rainbow flying through the sun, and fell straight down.

However, his sword light is not pointing at the Yanzang Front that is killing in all directions, but the sword point is pointing directly at the blood lake, dead trees, and lotus not far below.

"This is the last chance. If this sword fails, all of us will die under this old guy's sword. Then... bet!"

"Huh? Hmph, the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry."

Zhang Lie's full-strength sword strike is extremely impressive, because he has gambled all his remaining spiritual power and determination, so the sharpness of this sword has also increased year-on-year.

One point that needs to be specially explained here is: there is a gap between Zhang Lie and Yan Zangfeng's swordsmanship skills, so when the two sides fight, Zhang Lie has to consume far more spiritual mana than Yan Zangfeng to protect himself from death.

And Yan Zangfeng has [-] levels of qi training and is proficient in the art of sword qi. If he just fights with Zhang Lie, he will have no problem fighting for three days and three nights. Even if he is under siege at this moment, his spiritual sense Mana is also at ease.

Ordinary warriors with profound cultivation, who can still fight against the powerful enemies of this life for three days and three nights at the age of a hundred, let alone immortal cultivators, their upper limit will only be higher and cannot be lower.

Sensing that Zhang Lie wanted to destroy the Yin Yuan Fruit, Yan Zangfeng's eyes flashed coldly, and the next moment he walked with the sword, shuttled between the numerous attacks, and suddenly chased after him.

In addition to the feminine style of fighting with the subtlety of sword energy, Zongyi Honghua's swordsmanship Yan Zangfeng is also not weak.

I saw that the blue sword energy behind the dark red sword rainbow was getting faster and faster, expanding and getting bigger, and almost in an instant, it shortened the huge space distance.

Although there was a little urgency, Yan Zangfeng could be sure that before the opponent pounced on Yin Yuanguo, he could kill him with a single strike.

"One sword determines life and death, one sword determines life and death, one sword determines life and death!"

There was no need to turn around at all, Zhang Lie could almost feel the sensation of Sen Han's sword light cutting the skin and muscles of the back of his neck behind him.

However, he gritted his teeth and threw out the sword of death regardless of his potential.

Between life and death, Zhang Lie almost felt that his Yin spirit couldn't keep up with Yu Jian's soaring speed, and was thrown out, flying high.

Under such extreme concentration, the speed of the dark red sword light, which had already reached the limit, was accelerated by three points, which made Yan Zangfeng, who was biting tightly behind him, stunned for a moment, and subconsciously did not leave any strength in his hands.

He really cared too much about that Yin Yuan fruit, and he didn't allow any possibility of changes.

Until, the dark red sword light slashed to the side of the Yinyuan fruit tree, and suddenly turned around and rushed to the side.

This is by no means a temporary idea, or lack of courage when things come to a head.

If it hadn't been prepared in advance, such a Yujian flight suddenly turned, let alone whether it could be done, even if it could be done, the physical strength of the Yujian cultivator would be unbearable.

"What does it mean?"

Yan Zangfeng, who was following closely behind, couldn't understand Zhang Lie's thoughts for a while, because he had been following closely behind, so Yan Zangfeng could clearly feel that Zhang Lie's physique had changed during the frantic escape with the sword at that moment just now. The load borne by the flesh and blood, the spiritual consciousness and mana and the flying sword were all squeezed to the limit. Yan Zangfeng could even vaguely sense and hear the faint sound of the opponent's muscles and bones on the verge of collapse.

What does it mean to pay such a price, show such determination, and suddenly get out of the way?
It is difficult to break the other party's mind for a while, but the Yin Yuan Fruit, which represents vitality and one's future path, is already close in front of your eyes.

Therefore, Yan Zangfeng was really afraid of Ye Chang Meng Duo, the moment the flying sword passed by, he took the strange fruit on the branch of the dead tree in his hand.

However, at this moment, when "Zhang Lie's meaning" suddenly shot out from the blood lake, Yan Zangfeng suddenly understood.

"The Yin Spirit Blood Demon is not dead? But how would he know? Why didn't the Blood Demon attack him first? Instead, he attacked me?"

Returning the sword to defend, but there is no time at this moment.

Because he cared too much about the Yin Yuan Fruit, Yan Zangfeng, who had always left some leeway for himself, did his best this time and didn't leave any leeway for himself.

At this moment, facing the desperate sneak attack of Yin Ling Gorefiend, Zhang Lie forcibly tore open a gap in his nearly flawless swordsmanship in the realm of Qi training:
It is a gap that is fatal!

Why didn't the Tier [-] Gorefiend die?Even if it wasn't dead, Yan Zangfeng didn't notice it, how did Zhang Lie know?
In fact, Zhang Lie didn't notice it either. It was the blood-drinking stone in the red sword that had a certain connection with it after absorbing a large amount of blood energy from the gorefiend. It was aware of it, and then Zhang Lie noticed the abnormality of the red sword in his hand.

Why didn't the Gorefiend attack Zhang Lie who was one step ahead?Instead, attack Yan Zangfeng who followed him?
There are many reasons to explain this:
Or the Gorefiend in the Zifu Realm sensed that Zhang Lie's sword tactics were not aimed at the Yin Yuan Fruit, or it simply thought that Yanzang Front was the strongest, so it gave priority to attacking Yan Zang Front.

Or it was because Zhang Lie passed by, and Yan Zangfeng really took off the Yinyuan Fruit, the Jiling Ghost Treasure.

Zhang Lie himself didn't know what the blood demon was thinking, and he himself admitted that there was a gamble in this risky gamble:
Facing Yan Zangfeng, a top swordsman in Qi training state, if he refuses to gamble his life at this time, he will have no chance to gamble in the future.

In the end, the Gorefiend indeed chose to attack Yanzangfeng, who was the strongest in the audience and also held the Yinyuan Fruit in his hand. Although it was already dying, the quality of the last ray of blood was still at the fourth-order purple mansion.

Suddenly shot, Yan Zangfeng returned the sword to defend, although the sword arrived, the qi was not perfectly integrated, so the incomparably condensed blood qi directly pierced through the flying sword controlled by Yan Zangfeng without any stagnation, and penetrated into his body.

However, this is not over yet.

"Ah!"

At this moment, Zhang Lie poured the last ray of spiritual power that had just been derived from his body on the red sword, leaned his body, and controlled the sword to slash away:

"Even if I have only my last breath left, the last make-up is still my own!"

The sword power that Zhang Lie used at this moment was actually the fierce sword power that came straight from the fall just now, but at this moment, the power of divine consciousness, mana, energy, and blood in his body surged violently, and at this moment they suddenly gathered into a group, as if Running and surging like a dan yuan, it affected every inch of his body, all the veins in his body, and finally, he unleashed this magnificent oblique slash like a rainbow.

"You can't kill me!"

After Yan Zangfeng was eroded by the last ray of blood from the blood demon and penetrated into his body, half of his eyes turned deep red in an instant. It is difficult to make any defensive counterattack in mid-air.

But the old monk's strong desire to survive still made him control his body to tilt slightly, turning the Yin Yuan fruit in his hand to the burning sword fire.

"Just for a moment, just let me control my body!"

However, the eyes of the two sides met at the last moment, and what Yan Zangfeng saw was a pair of eyes full of determination and killing intent.

"Why can he not hesitate..."

Boom, the next moment the sword fire passed over his entire body.

From a distant point of view, the gray-haired old man in gray robe seemed to be slashed down obliquely by the torch-like sword light, and finally fell heavily on the ground.

The blazing sword fire penetrated into every inch of Qi veins in his body, connecting with Yan Zangfeng's Qi machine, and the Blood Demon's blood Qi, completely annihilating and killing him.

"..."

"... Phoo... Phew."

"It's over, it's over?"

"Is this old guy finally dead?"

Because of the astonishing strength shown, and because of the invincible legend, when Yan Zangfeng really died, everyone in the ghost mansion couldn't believe their eyes and reason.

Then, there was a wave of emotions like prostration, sweeping through the body and mind.

"it is finally over."

Watching Yan Zangfeng whose body was incinerated in the flames, the hugely valuable Yin Yuan fruit had been burnt until there was no skin left, but when Zhang Lie waved his hand, a simple khaki ring flew away in the flames. come out.

"Kunshan" is on the inside of the ring, and these two words are inscribed in the ancient characters of this world. As for the flying sword of Yanzangfeng... a pile of broken swords, it was already there when Yanzangfeng died. Dispersed, like losing the spirituality of life.

At this moment, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from high in the sky.

Including Zhang Lie, everyone looked over. At the same time, the entire Diyuan Ghost Mansion also began to experience huge shocks. The rocks shattered and fell, densely covered with cracks, and a large amount of magma and ghost energy gushed out.

Outside the ghost mansion, in the sky on the first floor of the Nether Abyss, the only remaining purple-black light ball began to expand and expand, spreading outward circle after circle of inexplicable fluctuations with quality and formlessness.

This shows that the Immortal Masters of the Purple Mansion Realm from the outside world have finally slowed down and started to strengthen the ancient formations to suppress the further expansion of the Nether Abyss.

"Dao Heart Jade Lotus!"

Everyone in the Ghost Mansion was envious of this thing, but because of Zhang Lie who was at the side of the blood pool, no one dared to do anything rashly.

After Zhang Lie Yujian flew to pick off the Dao Heart Jade Lotus, the Nether Spirit Jade also flew out of his Qiankun bag automatically, spreading a circle of light-colored barriers, and began to support all the living monks present to the sky. fly away.

"Normally, the ghost jade only needs to take the monks to fly hundreds of feet and then be sent back. We are now going deep underground. Is the ghost energy stored in the jade enough to transform?"

After the pale enchantment, Gongsun Qing, who was seriously injured, said so.

"Shut up your stinking mouth." Chen Qinghong on the side knelt softly in the barrier, and already didn't want to say any more words.

As estimated by Yan Zangfeng, the total number of monks who flew upwards from the fifth floor of Diyuan was no more than ten.

When flying to the fourth floor of Diyuan, Zhang Lie saw Xu Hanxiang, Pan Yangming, Yan Wan, Yin Deyi and others. They also wanted to come here before, but they were blocked for some reason, but they escaped the catastrophe .

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

Looking at Xu Hanxiang bouncing around in the barrier and beckoning to him, Zhang Lie smiled.

However, Qu Feiyun, who was not far away from him, suddenly froze for a moment, because a teleportation of spiritual consciousness suddenly entered his mind.

"Fellow Daoist Qu, only Wei Wuji and I know the secret about Junshan Lei Shuyin. Now that Wei Wuji is dead...it should be difficult for Fellow Daoist Qu to kill me."

"Why don't you help me with one thing in a while, after this is done, Zhang Lie swears on this path of life that he will never reveal your secret to anyone else!"

During the communication between the two sides, Zhang Lie saw the familiar figure again when he flew up to the second layer of Diyuan.

It was at this moment that Qu Feiyun, a Taoist priest in yellow robes from Baiyun Cave, made a sudden attack. In front of everyone around him, he attacked Yin Yifei, who seemed to be seriously injured, who was half leaning in the barrier.

Offending a foundation-building cultivator with a bad reputation is terrible, but it is nothing in front of the entire Baiyun Cave. At this moment, a certain balance has been reached between Zhang Lie and Qu Feiyun, and both sides have enough power to kill each other. The secret of death.

(End of this chapter)