Daoying

Chapter 201 The style behind that sword

The woman was stunned for a moment, and when Xie Huan's eyes swept over her, it seemed that everything had been seen.

Her soul power is extremely strong, so her senses are extremely keen, which has never been felt before.

Even those alchemy experts were just checking her depth, reality, and the casual glance of the man in front of him seemed to see through, as if he was in front of him, unobstructed.

"What evil method?!"

The woman screamed in embarrassment and anger, raised her hand suddenly, a sword light burst out, and cut off in an instant.

Accompanied by this sword light, a brilliant brilliance flowed around the woman, which turned out to be sword intent.

She is Deng Zixuan, who was ordered to investigate Xie Huan. When she made a move, she immediately thought that her task was to investigate, not to kill or cause trouble, and immediately restrained herself a little.

Xie Huan smiled indifferently, and pointed forward with both hands. It was also brilliant sword intent, without any physical sword energy, but it burst out with the sharpness and coercion like a sword light, which directly shook Deng Zixuan's sword light away.

"Sword Intent!"

Deng Zixuan screamed, his face full of disbelief.

She is conceited that she is extremely talented, and she has devoted herself to the way of swordsmanship for decades, and only after building her foundation, she has cultivated to the realm of sword intent.

The other party actually has sword intent.

It seems that he still doesn't lose himself.

She suddenly became eager to win.

Slowly draw out a silver-white long sword from the void, sharp as a mirror, with exquisite patterns flowing on it.

Deng Zixuan's movements were very slow, his whole body merged with the aura of the sword, flashing blue luster, and the surrounding air was filled with undulating ripples, like ocean waves.

Suddenly her hand moved slightly, a stream of blue light scattered from the tip of the sword to all directions, the space seemed to be distorted for a moment, and when it arrived in front of Xie Huan, the energy surged again, releasing a powerful impact, tearing everything apart .

The light in Xie Huan's eyes flickered slightly. It's pretty good to have this level of sword intent in this realm.

But in his eyes, it wasn't enough.

Xie Huan grasped it with five fingers, and the green will-o'-the-wisp jumped out from his fingertips, and the spark twirled out. He chuckled and said, "You are excellent. As a reward for you, I will use this spark to give you a sword."

The Xinghuo Sword was held forward.

The ghost fire spread instantly, and the surrounding air became scorching hot and bright.

The sound of howling and cracking came from the sword, like falling stars.

"boom!"

Under the impact of two sword intents.

Deng Zixuan's sword intent vibrated instantly and continued to disintegrate.

Her pupils dilated suddenly, and she looked at everything in front of her in disbelief.

Through two layers of sword intent, she saw the faint smile on the other party's clear face, she didn't seem to care about it, it seemed that she was striking the sword very casually.

It's like... pointing.

reward...

She suddenly remembered what the other party said just now.

At this moment of distraction, she immediately came back to her senses, and her eyes became extremely firm. Even if the opponent's sword intent was stronger than hers, but the realm was lower, it was impossible to win.

What's more, I still have—spiritual attack!
Deng Zixuan let out a snarl, and poured all her spiritual power into the sword, desperately resisting Xie Huan's powerful blow, and at the same time running the Yuhua Jing, there was a faint layer of invisible power in front of her eyes, directly passing through the two layers of sword intent .

Just when she thought Xie Huan was about to be defeated, her consciousness suddenly froze, as if blocked by an invisible energy.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Then an overwhelming force surged back, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, the space in all directions seemed to be torn apart by this force.

"Spirit attack?!"

Deng Zixuan screamed in horror as if someone had strangled his neck.

The spiritual consciousness several times stronger than her rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the whole person screamed, bleeding from seven holes, and flew out backwards.

Xie Huan held back his divine sense and sword intent.

He doesn't want to kill people.

I have practiced "Three Vehicles of Consciousness" for a while, but I have never used my spiritual consciousness to attack people, and I didn't expect it to be stronger than I expected.

The island domain of Popo Island really has a powerful bonus effect.

"If I don't play with you anymore, everyone will run away."

Xie Huan glanced at the cultivator who was possessed by the ghost-masked man. He was about to disappear into the crowd, and after a flash, he wanted to catch up.

Suddenly a sharp whistling sound came.

The sound waves almost condensed into reality, Xie Huan felt like he was wrapped by a green dragon, and his eardrums hurt.

It was Long Jianxin who sensed the sword intent and rushed to the roof, only to see Deng Zixuan falling to the ground bleeding from seven holes, and hurriedly cast the Dragon Chanting Jue in fright and anger.

A mouthful of turbid air gushed out.

Xie Huan's eyes sank, his displeasure flashed across his face, a large amount of lightning poured into his palm, and he swung his fist into the air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The thunder light exploded directly in his hand, turning into circles of thunder light and surging out, forming a rhythmic rhythm.

Every beat is like hitting a drumbeat, and it turns into a thunderous sound.

"Dong dong dong", Long Jianxin was agitated by the shock of Qi and blood, unable to breathe out in one breath, the phantom of the green dragon shattered with a "bang".

He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" and was blown away by Lei Yin.

"It took me a lot of time."

Xie Huan snorted coldly, and disappeared in a flash of lightning all over his body.

"puff!--"

Long Jianxin was frightened and angry, and spewed out another big mouthful of blood, his breath sank to the extreme, looking at the direction where Xie Huan disappeared, his eyes were red.

In just half a quarter of an hour, the Dragon Chanting Art that he was so proud of was broken one after another.

It's like it's vulnerable.

Feelings of frustration like never before came to my mind.

His face was slumped, he was even in a trance, and he had deep doubts about himself.

If it wasn't for Deng Zixuan being by his side, I really wanted to cry and roar to vent.

"Are you OK?"

Long Jianxin endured the negative emotions of internal injury and frustration, and asked Deng Zixuan, who was sitting on the ground not far away, with a pale face and bleeding from seven holes.

Deng Zixuan's chest heaved violently, and a pair of sharp eyes stared at the direction where Xie Huan disappeared, and he still couldn't recover.

She swallowed some pills and stood up staggeringly.

The body didn't suffer any injuries, but the consciousness was severely injured, the pain in the sea of ​​consciousness was like a knife, and the face showed a painful expression.

"I am fine."

She glanced at Long Jianxin, and her mentality changed inexplicably.

This man covered in blood, disheveled and in a mess is the fiancé he wants to marry?

She and Long Jianxin are the two prides of Bobo Island. In the eyes of the elders, the monks of other families have always been high-spirited and arrogant, and they have always grown up in good times. They have never encountered such a serious setback.

Unexpectedly, the two people who are proud and arrogant are so vulnerable.

Deng Zixuan couldn't help but feel that the monk just now was not only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but also she could directly see the bone age of the other person through the "Yuhua Jing" she practiced, and that person would never be over 50 years old!
She didn't dare and didn't want to believe it.

This directly crushed her arrogance and self-confidence.

"It's fine, that person just now is at least a fake Dan Da Neng."

Long Jianxin sat on the ground, thought for a while and said.

Thinking this way, I feel much better.

Oh, fake Dan?

Deng Zixuan sneered inwardly.

"Zi Xuan, give it to me, give it to me today!
"Equally divide the benefits brought by your "Rain Flower Sutra", and I will soon be able to rush into the fake pill. The next time I meet this person, I will definitely have revenge!"

Long Jianxin regained his shattered heart energy, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he stared at Deng Zixuan with fiery eyes, wishing he could pounce on her and take her now.

Deng Zixuan's delicate body trembled.

Seeing his filthy, embarrassed, and desolate face, I felt a surge of disgust and rejection in my heart.

Marriage is the decision of the two adults, and she didn't have much objection at first.

After all, Long Jianxin is the only one who is worthy of him on Popo Island.

But to be honest, she always felt that Long Jianxin wasn't good enough for her, but there was no other candidate, so she could just be a species and make do with it.

She also always thought that sooner or later she would unite with Long Jianxin and divide the hard-worked "Yuhua Jing" into parts.

Although there is some resistance in my heart, I can still accept this established fate.

just now...

She stared at the place where Xie Huan disappeared, recalling everything just now:
With a bone age of less than fifty, it seems that he can crush his own sword intent and spiritual consciousness, and crush Long Jianxin's sonic attack, just like playing.

Her breathing was a little rapid.

This is the man I want to marry, this is the species I desire.

Moreover, the other party's spiritual consciousness and soul power are far stronger than their own. If they run the "Rain Flower Sutra" when they are combined, the souls of the two will merge and their soul power will be equally divided, so wouldn't it be better for him, and he can even directly break through to the fake pill.

Deng Zixuan's eyes became hot and excited.

The pain caused by the trauma in the sea of ​​consciousness has been greatly relieved.

"Zi Xuan, are you okay?"

Long Jianxin stood up, stepped forward and took Deng Zixuan's hand, with a longing and flattering expression on his face: "Long Yin Jue can be passed on to you now, and the first child will also be named Deng after you, and I will let my father grow up tomorrow." Do something special, Feng Feng will marry you in."

Deng Zixuan immediately pulled out his hand, and said lightly: "Let's talk about it after the phantom soul wave, it's impossible now."

There was indifference in her voice.

If it wasn't for today's incident, I wouldn't know that your Long family's "Dragon Chanting Jue" turned out to be such rubbish.

What use do I have to learn such rubbish techniques?
A husband who can help his wife improve his strength is a good husband. What kind of rubbish is this kind of dick who is eager to get benefits from his wife and share his soul power?
"But the phantom soul wave still..."

"Needless to say."

Deng Zixuan coldly refused.

She didn't want to stay with this person for a second, and she didn't want to say a word. The moment his figure flashed, she flew away.

"Bitch! Damn slut!"

Long Jianxin's face was ashen, and he looked at the direction where Deng Zixuan disappeared, clenched his fists, and growled: "Your arrogance in front of me today, I will trample on you a hundred times in the future!"

……

Xie Huan didn't know that his casual strike would destroy the couple's relationship.

He stared at the monk who was possessed by the ghost masked monk, and kept a certain distance to keep up.

The inside and outside of the entire Cancer Palace was in chaos. Those soul bodies would eat anyone they saw, and even rushed into the monk's body to control the monk to kill.

The guards of the Long family fought with the souls and quickly controlled the situation.

Xie Huan noticed several powerful auras traveling through the void, which should be monks in the alchemy realm, looking for the body of the monk with the ghost mask.

While staring at the possessed cultivator, he observed the surrounding situation, firstly, he could estimate the level of the top combat power on Popo Island, and secondly, he wanted to see if Mr. Fan appeared.

The possessed cultivator had an ordinary appearance, a calm complexion, and slightly sunken eyes. He followed the crowd, showing a flustered look. He walked farther and farther, and finally got rid of the Long family's pursuit.

Xie Huan followed him for a long time and came to a dilapidated ancient street.

This cultivator got into a shop, which was a grocery store in the realm of comprehension, which supplied all kinds of things.

(End of this chapter)