That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 140 Is One Punch And One Sword Enough?
A silver light shot out from Ye Wu's right eye.

The silver light came into Xu Beiyou's eyes, and he felt the world spinning for a while, everything in front of his eyes became blurred, his mind was also groggy, and his whole person was at a loss, floating like falling into the clouds and fog.

Gold and silver mystical pupils, golden pupils can break the illusion and hurt people's minds and souls, and silver pupils can captivate people's minds, each has its own magical effect.The leafless golden pupil was pierced by Xiao Yuanying's fist just now, but the silver pupil was safe, and when it was used against Xu Beiyou at this time, by virtue of his cultivation being more than a notch higher than Xu Beiyou's, it was of course no disadvantage.

I saw a dull silver in Xu Beiyou's eyes, just like the silver pupils of those female puppet monsters.

Wuye didn't rush to take advantage of this opportunity to kill the killer, but flicked with ten fingers to regroup the puppets scattered around, including those who were injured by Xu Beiyou's sword. Only, exactly thirteen left.

Wu Ye was surrounded by these puppets, and a sickly cheerful smile appeared on his face, "Master Jianzong, you should die, your death is more important than Mount Tai, and you will not come again until Pindao ascends the world." Exceed for you!"

Wuye is Qiuye's brother of the same generation, with outstanding talents, one can tell from the fact that he can cultivate into gold and silver mystic pupils. At the beginning, several masters of the dusty generation thought that he had the potential to cultivate for nearly a hundred years and no one would succeed. The yin and yang hole virtual pupil is also considered to be the best among his peers.

At that time, Wuye Jingyan's yin and yang two qi formulas had taken a broad road. If there were some chances and blessings, he might not be able to obtain an earthly fairy realm and a great real person. Unfortunately, his intentions were not correct and his will was not firm. Going astray, he started to practice the heresy way of using others as cauldrons, and then made mistakes again and again, from the wrong path of refining furnaces to the narrow path of refining puppet monsters, but in the end it was too clever to calculate. On the contrary, he misunderstood his own cultivation, so that he stopped in the realm of immortality for many years.

Now seeing the people of the same generation or the scattered people in the realm of the earth fairy, they are at ease.Or the Dazheng wearing the Hunyuan scarf, enjoying the honor, and even some brothers who were not as good as him are already the masters of the temple, and Qiuye and Chenye are even big figures who can call the wind and rain in the whole world. He is still depressed, but he is just a real person in charge of the Hall of Pharmacists.What a huge gap between the pretentiousness when you were a young man and the frustration when you are old!How could he not be angry or jealous?

Therefore, this time, Wuchen put all his eggs in one basket and planned to refine a peerless puppet, even the furnace cauldron is also a puppet, absorb its essence, and achieve his own fairyland. At that time, it is equivalent to two immortal realms.

To refine such a peerless puppet, one must have a talent who is qualified to be an immortal.

Looking at the whole world, there are only a few famous and surnamed exiles with the qualifications. Those of the older generation, such as Wanyan Beiyue, Murong Xuanyin, Qiuye, Xiao Jin, etc., do not even want to use them, and all of them are dominant. For a big man, using them as a furnace is not much easier than relying on self-cultivation to ascend to daylight.

Next, between Xiao Bai and Mutang, not to mention that both of them are the masters of one side, with strong power, but just talking about their cultivation bases, the two of them have also reached the realm of immortality, it is not something he, a little fairy, can do. Hitting their idea is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

In the end, only Qi Xianyun and Xiao Yuanying were left. Although these two people are also of extraordinary status, their realm is only in the realm of human immortality. It's just that Qi Xianyun has been cultivating in Xuandu for a long time, where the core of the Daoist cardinal is, and it's not easy to do anything. On the contrary, Xiao Yuanying is not often in the imperial capital, so after careful consideration, he decided to go down the mountain to look for Xiao Yuanying.

But the hard work paid off, relying on the secret technique of gold and silver mystic pupils, he really found Xiao Yuanying, and even got a young master of the Sword Sect, which was a surprise. Although the process was slightly twists and turns, the final result was still excellent.

Killing the young master of the Sword Sect to seize the Immortal Sword and Zhuxian, and refining Xiao Yuanying to make a furnace to become an Earth Immortal, Wuye even saw the magnificent scene of himself climbing to the top of the world and overlooking the world in the future.

He couldn't help laughing loudly, the sound shook the surrounding rocks and rocks, as if he wanted to vent all the stagnant energy he had accumulated over the years.

Although he is a Taoist disciple, he has never believed in the idea of ​​being pure-hearted and ascetic. In his opinion, even death must be vigorous. How can a man die without a name?
In the world, who can ask for nothing?
With a clang, the two swords in Xu Beiyou's hands fell to the ground, and he was in a daze, like a walking corpse.

Wuye finally restrained his laughter, Yintong stared at the young master of Jianzong who was so lucky that people were enviable, and said coldly: "Hand over sword 36."

Xu Beiyou lowered his head and murmured softly, as if he was dreaming, and his voice was even more vague, making it hard to hear clearly.

Wuye frowned, and took a few steps closer to listen carefully.

Still can't hear clearly.

Wu Ye took a few steps closer, and now the two of them were only three feet apart.

It was at this moment that Wuye suddenly had a warning sign in his heart, and he retreated abruptly.

But after all, it was still a step too late, the sharpest Tianlan sword pierced his lower abdomen, Xu Beiyou then raised his head, his eyes were clear, and the dropped swords returned to his hands, how could he be half-destroyed? look like?

In the way of swordsmanship, apart from swordsmanship, sword energy, sword intent, and the sword heart, among the four, the sword heart is the most important, followed by the purity of the sword intent, followed by the majestic sword energy, and the most insignificant is the superb swordsmanship. If the heart of the sword is dusty, the realm will be stopped. Therefore, the ancestor of Jianzong left the sword fifteen swords, taking the meaning of the Buddha to wipe the mirror stand. When this sword is used, the heart of the sword is as clear as glass.

"You..." Wuye covered his lower abdomen and the king quickly backed away, his lips trembling, he was unable to speak.

"Since I know the gold and silver mystical pupils, how can I not take precautions?" Xu Beiyou raised his sword while speaking, and wherever the sword edge went, the sword energy rolled.

If it is said that Sword Thirteen is like a great river going east, which has the potential to burst its dike in an instant, then Sword Twelve is like the tide of the East China Sea, with one wave after another, thousands of waves, endless.

Wu Ye took a deep breath, suppressing the disordered energy in his body, and the thirteen puppets formed formations in front of him like butterflies piercing flowers.

Sword Twelve rushed past.

The thirteen puppets were instantly smashed to pieces under the force of swords, and their bodies were dripping with blood, with wounds everywhere.

Xu Beiyou didn't care about those puppets, and pointed his sword at Wuye's throat. Wuye's feet slid on the ground, and his figure retreated sharply.

At this critical juncture of life and death, Wuye used all his strength to run the qi in his body, and opened his hands to build an invisible barrier on his body surface, resisting the rolling waves of sword qi, so that he could not up close.

Xu Beiyou didn't give Wuye a chance to take a breather, and almost self-destructed, he poured out the qi in the sea of ​​qi, making Jian Twelve's sword qi continuous, and every sword qi would make Wuye's face pale.

After a full 96 bursts of sword energy, the sword energy in Xu Beiyou's body was completely exhausted. Holding Qingfeng in his hand, he knelt down on one knee, with no blood on his face.

Wuchen's cuffs were all torn, his hands were even more bloody, and he said in a hoarse voice with a chill in his voice, "It's indeed the sword 36 that has given me a headache for several generations of Daoists. If you use it, you can have the combat power to reach the realm of ghosts and immortals, but unfortunately your realm is too low, you don’t even have the realm of ghosts and immortals, sword 36 is really a pearl in your hands."

Xu Beiyou panted heavily, and said softly: "I have heard that Taoist sects have the Skypeeking Art, the Sanqing Jue, the Dragon and Tiger Alchemy, the Yin and Yang Erqi Jue, the Tiangang Earth Shajutsu, the Ziwei Doushu, the Wulei Tianxin Zhengfa, the Shenxiao Yinfa, Hunyuan Five Elements Kung Fu, and a set of the Thirteen and Six Remnants of Sword brought by the traitor Xiao Shen of the Sword Sect, all of them are broad roads, and I haven't seen you practice in the realm of the fairyland, wouldn't it be a waste?"

Wu Ye laughed back angrily, and said sternly: "Boy, don't always show your skills, you still have some life-saving skills that Gongsun Zhongmou taught you, you might as well use them together, and let Pindao open his eyes, so as not to die I won’t have any regrets later.”

Xu Beiyou said calmly: "The life-saving skills that my master left me are almost useable, but what Her Highness the Princess gave is still useless."

Wuye was taken aback.

In all fairness, although Wu Ye has no ambitions in the Taoist sect, he has been pampered and pampered for many years, but his experience in fighting people is far inferior to that of the head deacon of the Temple of Demon Suppression. The typical style of the aristocratic sect is the most likely to capsize in the gutter.

With this dazed effort, a thin and small figure rose up from behind Xu Beiyou, and the majestic fist suddenly smashed down like a Mount Tai.

Those puppets were all shattered under the fist, the majestic aura exploded, a strong wind blew, the rolling stones on the mountain wall crashed down, and the trees on both sides shook endlessly, as if they were about to be uprooted.

Smoke is everywhere.

Wu Ye screamed almost hysterically, and his whole body turned into a rainbow of blood soaring into the sky, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Xiao Yuanying's face was pale, his body swayed a few times and nearly fell, panting, "I only learned one form of Huangdiquan, Wufangdiquan, is it enough to beat you?"

(End of this chapter)