Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 231 Fierce Battle

Shen Zhiyu ran towards He Chong with a long sword along the giant vines that were constantly shuttling.

Soon, He Chong continued to make tricks, and the mountains shook for a while, and several giant vines broke out of the ground, and came towards her from all directions.

With a flash of her figure, Shen Zhiyu instantly turned into a puff of light mist and passed through the gap between the giant vines. Not long after, she approached He Chong who was standing on the giant vines, and the distance was only one foot away.

"Go!" Shen Zhiyu watched the branches and leaves of the vine protruding from the giant vine pounce heavily, she will release the hilt of Qingya sword, and with a flick of her wrist, push it out violently.

At the same time, Shen Zhiyu stimulated the flow of true energy in his body, pouring all of it into Qingya sword.

The eighth form of "Breaking the Army", open the waves.

Immediately, heavy and bitter sword energy erupted from Qingya sword, condensed to form a huge sword shadow, and flew out solidly.

He Chong was not good at fighting head-on, and his injuries were not healed, so his actions were hindered.Seeing the huge black giant sword coming towards him with great momentum, his face was solemn, and he raised his hand, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his hand.

Two giant vines that blocked Shen Zhiyu moved back, weaving a net instantly in mid-air, and blocking him.

At the same time, He Chong controlled the giant vine supporting his body to move away quickly.

Shen Zhiyu stood on the giant vine and swayed left and right. She stretched out her hand and grabbed a branch vine on the giant vine to prevent herself from being thrown off. When she saw herself getting farther and farther away from the Qingya sword, she suddenly understood What is He Chong's plan?

When performing sword moves, a large amount of true energy needs to be poured into it, but the distance that the true energy can be released during the foundation building is no more than a hundred feet away. He Chong separated her from Qingya, and then tried to trap Qingya.

In this way, even though Qingya's natal sword can be manipulated with divine consciousness, she doesn't have enough strength to break free from the shackles.

The distance of one hundred feet is too short for a foundation-building cultivator. Even if Shen Zhiyu left and realized it, it was still too late. One person and one sword were separated by a hundred feet in the blink of an eye.

Feeling that the true essence could no longer be transmitted, Qingya sword was immediately wrapped by heavy giant vines, and then pulled away by the giant vines binding the sword body towards Shen Zhiyu in the opposite direction.

Shen Zhiyu threw a flying sword from the storage ring, then jumped off the giant vine, jumped onto the flying sword, and flew away with the sword.

At this time, the few remaining giant vines roared and swept over, preventing Shen Zhiyu from rushing towards Qingya Sword.

Shen Zhiyu's complexion darkened, and countless body-protecting sword energy was emitted from her body, flying straight towards Qingya sword.

At this moment, Shen Zhiyu suddenly felt a terrifying sense of crisis surrounded by a foot away, as if a needle was about to pierce her brain.

It's a consciousness attack!
Shen Zhiyu's expression froze, and the spiritual consciousness spreading around her body was instantly collected back into the sea of ​​consciousness, and she secretly released the icy cold sword intent.

The strong and domineering mental deterrence pressed heavily on He Chong, whose eyes were glowing blue, and at the same time, all the body-protecting sword energy surrounding her body changed into a solid black sword energy.

Mental deterrence only temporarily blocked He Chong for a moment, and soon, Shen Zhiyu felt that her aura was locked, and then a sharp force flew towards her sea of ​​consciousness like a broken bamboo.

That force was like a gust of wind and rain. It pierced through the heavy sword energy around her body, and pierced her eyebrows domineeringly.

This blow was carried out, and she was afraid that she would either die or be disabled, at least she would become a fool, and at worst she would die on the spot.

Shen Zhiyu snorted in her heart, it's a pity that she just comprehended the deeper level of sword intent not long ago, and she can still deal with the attack of the foundation-building period's spiritual sense.

The sword intent itself is the embodiment of the mind, invisible and intangible. If it is true, the sword intent itself can be used as a spiritual attack, and the mind shock used after comprehending the sword intent is a concrete manifestation.

Shen Zhiyu closed her eyes, a cold and domineering aura centered on her body and radiated out towards the surroundings.

At the moment when the attack of divine consciousness reached the center of the eyebrows, an extremely powerful sword force erupted from Shen Zhiyu's sea of ​​consciousness, blocking the attack of divine consciousness between the eyebrows.

He Chong suddenly felt that his spiritual consciousness had encountered invisible resistance, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, it was difficult to advance an inch, and he couldn't retract it in a short time, so he could only move slowly.

Shen Zhiyu raised her head to look at He Chong, and saw that he was standing on the giant vine, frowning tightly, and the power of spiritual consciousness trapped in the sword was constantly struggling, her eyes moved slightly, silently urging the flying sword to fly towards He Chong.

This spiritual attack is a very exhausting thing, not to mention that his spiritual power is now suppressed by the sword force, and his body is also forcibly restrained in place. The current situation is just a good time to kill him!
It doesn't matter if Qingya is not in my hand, even if I just use a sword qi, I can kill you right away!

Shen Zhiyu stretched out his hand to hold it, a sword qi appeared in his hand, the sword qi slowly solidified and became dark, and in the end it was not much different from the Qingya sword, Shen Zhiyu held the slightly cold sword qi in his hand, and moved towards He Chong swung horizontally at the neck.

Although He Chong's consciousness froze, he could see Shen Zhiyu's movements. As the distance between the two sides drew closer, when he sensed the cold murderous intent above the pitch-black sword aura, his face suddenly turned hard. Zhong Qingguang flourished, and a more powerful power of spiritual consciousness suddenly appeared.

Just when Shen Zhiyu was vigilant and slowed down, the powerful spiritual power gathered by He Chong didn't attack her, but cut directly at his stagnated spiritual consciousness.

You must know that a cultivator's spiritual consciousness is injured a hundred times more severely than an ordinary person's physical injury, and if he is slightly injured, he will have a splitting headache, let alone being severed.

Shen Zhiyu couldn't hold back the shock in her heart, and then felt a deep chill. If he was an enemy of such a cruel and merciless person, if he was allowed to escape, how would he get revenge?

Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyu's eyes froze, she pointed her toes on the flying sword, her body soared out, and within two feet of He Chong's body in the blink of an eye, she raised the cold sword energy in her hand, and cut across He Chong's neck. and go.

The severe pain of being severed by the divine consciousness caused two lines of blood to flow out of He Chong's eyes, but he was not overwhelmed by the severe pain. In his blood-red eyes, he saw Shen Zhiyufei coming forward.

He Chong was slightly startled, but after all, he is a man who has experienced many battles. Two crescent-shaped magic weapons suddenly appeared in his hands, and he raised it up. , the sword energy in Shen Zhiyu's hand was firmly clamped by the two crescent moon instruments.

He Chong took this opportunity, his left hand formed into a claw, with aura shining on his nails, and attacked Shen Zhiyu's heart.

Shen Zhiyu was surprised for a moment, a Dharma cultivator actually wrestled with a sword cultivator, it seemed that there must be something to rely on.

There was a flash of vigilance in Shen Zhiyu's eyes, the true energy in his body shook, and the white jade luster appeared on his skin. At the same time, his left hand, which had been empty all the time, suddenly stretched out its fingers and claws, tightly clasping He Chong's wrist, and ruthlessly pulled it.

(End of this chapter)