The sword is the devil

Chapter 649 Sword Rain Frenzy 3
When Li Shipeng took back the divine soul sent from the flying sword, he felt as if part of his sea of ​​consciousness had been cut off. As a sword repairman, he lost what he regarded as the guarantee of his life, and the flying sword lost its spirituality. Soon it was shattered and scattered.

The only good thing is that he regained his life. Although his spiritual sense was damaged, his mana cultivation was still there, but his sword skills disappeared with the loss of the sword spirit.

"Stand back and watch how I kill the enemy!"

After all, Li Shipeng disappeared like Fang Yazi in front of Li Shi's eyes. The next moment a flying sword was shot out with extremely fierce killing intent. Li Shipeng only felt that the power of the sword was more than ten times stronger than that of his own envoy. What other skills does the flying sword need?If you can't stop it, you're dead!

Taoist Wumen knew that a strong enemy was approaching when his paper white crane was crushed, so he quickly released his strongest magic weapon, formed a small four-phase array, and greeted his two companions at the same time,

"Two, let us defend against the enemy together!"

The big words from before are still in my ears, but my body is very honest, knowing that I may not have the upper hand compared with the current captain, so I have long since lost the desire to single out and stretch, and just want to surround and beat him.

Taoist Qimen was still a little reluctant, he had beheaded a Yanmen sword cultivator just now, it didn't seem to be a big deal?There is no room for struggle under his puppet coffin.

"But that's all, why give him this face?"

After all, they floated over by manipulating the puppet coffin on their backs. For core monks like them, they can speak wild words, but they are cautious at hand.

The three people here were about to surround them, when Hou Tiao had already turned into a flying sword and roared towards him.

Taoist Wumen was the first to bear the brunt, and he was surprised, "Where did the sword cultivator go?"

While speaking, the several magic weapons he sacrificed in the air were smashed to pieces by the flying sword. These magic weapons were distributed according to the formation, which was unusual, and the power they displayed when arranged together far exceeded that of a single imperial envoy. But he didn't expect that such a chain formation of magical weapons would not survive even a breath under the impact of the flying sword.

The clouds do not move, the river map is connected secretly,
It is the most suitable "array" formula in Hou Niaoshen swordsmanship. After decades of pondering day after day, this technique has already been completed, and it is time to use it vertically and horizontally.

"Two senior brothers save me!"

The strongest magic weapon was broken in an instant, so where can I find any powerful means in my hand at this moment, I sprinkled the miasma mist during the escape, hoping to slightly delay the opponent's flying sword, and at the same time hoped that the two companions could come from the side. Slow down and help him get through this festival.

But Taoists of Qi Men and Zhou Men are also very helpless, it's not that they don't want to help, their lips and teeth depend on each other, and they are not so selfish, but the problem is that they can't find a way to help!
Where is the real body of Jianxiu?Is it hidden?Or is it in the sword?All they can do now is to attack Feijian, but the flying sword is so fast, their only method is to follow behind Feijian, chasing it further and further.

The effectiveness of Misty Miasma was far less than he expected. After a few circles, Fei Jian had already caught up, and he had almost used up all the powerful tools at hand. He felt that Fei Jian had broken the shield of his body, even if he was as proud as him I couldn't help shouting,

"Wait a minute, Captain, I have something to say!"

The flying sword pierced through his head without hesitation, blasting Dou Da's head to pieces in an instant, circled again, and collided with the puppet coffin behind him.

The ghost coffin opened wide, Rong Fei's sword penetrated in, and immediately closed the lid, Taoist Qimen said happily: "After taking his sword away, how much ability do you have left?"

Qimen is one of the most prestigious Daoist sects in the Jinxiu Continent. It covers a wide range of fields. It is also very familiar with things that look like magic sects, such as carrying puppet coffins. In fact, they are just names. The version of the yin and yin small world, which can restrain all things and isolate the consciousness of the soul.

The sword cultivator he killed fell into a passive position because Feijian was trapped behind the puppet coffin and lost his most convenient weapon.

The Taoist of Zhou Sect next to him reminded: "Brother, be careful, this person doesn't know where he is, and he might be hiding in the flying sword?"

Taoist Qimen smiled proudly, "That would be even better, and save you all the effort."

Before the words were finished, the ghost coffin burst open suddenly, the lid and body of the coffin were broken into several pieces, and a sense of darkness permeated the air.

The wind and the clouds are changing, and I am alone!

The word "column" is most suitable for closed spaces, brewing momentum through the closed breath, listing brilliant military power, and murderous aura.

Taoist Qi Men focused all his mana and mind on the ghost coffin. When this was suddenly broken, his mind was damaged, his mana was out of balance, and he fell into a semi-conscious state, but he still knew what to do now, and shouted loudly:

"Brother, take me away!"

Taoist Zhou Men was about to reach out his hand, but he saw that the flying sword was already approaching, knowing whether he could save the person who reached out his hand, he didn't say anything, but he would definitely fall into it, and if he wanted to get out, he might not have a chance.

Looking back, Na Lilaiheng has long since disappeared without a trace, without even saying hello, and he has truly achieved the realm of dead friends and poor daoists.

With a ruthless heart, "Brother hold on, and wait for me to burn him out!"

That's what he said, and he did the same thing. This person is good at the two arts of wind and fire, and the power of the wind and fire tornado he created is huge. Few people who get involved can come out unharmed, but in this way, Taoist Qimen became a bait.

He has long understood that this sword cultivator is in the flying sword, which is a rare art of combining human and sword. Under normal circumstances, his wind and fire tornado is faster than the flying sword. It's hard to use it, unless Lian Feijian is involved with Taoist Qimen...

Taoist Qimen understood what he meant, but his body was still not quite in control, so he could only curse:

"I put you a white-eyed wolf, and the friendship of decades is just for this time?"

Before the words were finished, the flying swords, wind and fire tornadoes had already attacked one after the other, what would he, a paralyzed monk, do to stop such a joint attack?People are in it, their bodies are cut off, and then they are burned to the ground in the wind and fire tornado.

Here Taoist Zhoumen is extremely calm. He is very aware of how much damage his wind and fire tornado can do to the monk's body, but it may not be so for Feijian. The sword cultivator must be hidden in a mysterious space in the sword weapon He may not even be able to burn him. The only purpose of doing this is to buy time for himself. He needs such time because his consciousness cannot be penetrated and his sense of direction is lost in the tornado.

Seeing the flying sword plunged into the wind and fire tornado, the Taoist Qimen cursed desperately inside, as if he had never heard it, stretched his body, and was about to flee, but suddenly felt wrong, as if there were thousands of needles pricking his eyes. Come!

That's not a needle!It was the last remnant of the sword weapon in Li Shipeng's purple mansion; originally he kept it and might restore the flying sword one day, but the battle before him came too fast, two Taoists were dead in an instant, and one Taoist was about to escape, how could he possibly let this person escape?

Regardless of the future, the only effective method is the last remaining sword weapon in the Zifu, flying out without reservation, it can be regarded as a one-hundredth, and there is no need to consider the issue of recovery.

Zhou Daoren was pierced by thousands of flying sword fragments, so he had to spend time resisting. When he cleared all these sword fragments, the unpredictable flying sword appeared in front of him again.

It’s over.

Taoist Zhou sighed.

(End of this chapter)