Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 378: Farewell to Hejian (Part )

But on the other side, Wudong had already drawn the long sword on the stage.

He raised his eyes to look at Qu Zhu in the air. Qu Zhu was also looking down. A bright stream of blood surrounded the black robe. The shadow-faced Sima looked indifferent and gently released the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The activation of [Lotus Heart Judgment Sword] is actually very simple. In other words, after Qu Zhu carved it that night, the formation has been activated. And when the two people without weapons injected their true energy into the weapons on both sides, the formation was fully effective.

This should be an absolutely pure fighting platform for one side, but both Xuanmen had their own means of bringing in swords, and Qu Zhu didn't want to use this formation to deal with Wudong.

But now, he always knew that He Jian was a difficult opponent, but he still didn't expect that he would have such absolute courage to activate this formation.

He obviously doesn't know much about formations, and he also clearly knows that the enemy's formations are magical.

But everything happened after all. Qu Zhu thought of many things that would happen next, his eyes dark and quiet.

Like a circle that instantly penetrated through, the laws cast by the spirit of heaven and earth completely descended on this space. The long sword with a loose handle in Qu Zhu's hand was returned to the scabbard with a "clang" sound, and the jade tiger left on the ground was also swept away. Back into the old man's waist.

All weapons that did not belong here were cast into sheaths, and the mysterious energy was completely shielded. Qu Zhu fell back to the ground, leaning against the cliff, and his black robe slowly dropped.

The swordsmanship full of Taoism is enough to be ranked among the top five in Kongtong in terms of its exquisiteness. At this time, when the sword was turned in front of him, it happened to be followed by a tricky sword without any holes or sound.

The two bright blades reflected each other, Qu Zhuheng's sword was in his throat, and the holeless sword tip scratched the sword-like body, leaving only a sharp and straight faint mark that echoed.

Qu Zhu's body tilted first and then turned around. A stream of blood was left in the air. Without the support of Xuan Qi, his perception and reaction were indeed much slower. The "Dao Xu Ming Shi Zong Jing" finally showed its mystery and unpredictability. true nature.

Meng Li forcibly broke off his flight, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He threw himself forward to strangle the sword light, but the scene was still looking at Wudong, but the sword trembled like a ghost and sank into his shoulder.

The light and fluttering of [Flowing Clouds in Sleeves] lost its due magic. The iron rod in his hand moved away as it should. Qu Zhu used his true energy to forcefully twist it, but the sword move was cut off here, leaving a gap. inevitably exposed.

But...that's the left arm.

The colorful and complicated scene stared indifferently at the empty air behind him. The moment Meng Li drew his sword and cut through the air, the hand protruding from the black robe was already reaching towards him.

The next moment, what appeared from the wound was not a sharp sting, but a heavy tear. The knife had once again turned into a slash without mercy, and the sound of an explosion of air exploded in the air, and the whole body was shocked. In the middle, his back spine hit the stone wall hard, and blood poured out of his mouth. He tried to control his falling body a little, but the energy in his meridians was completely out of control.

Qu Zhu used this cut to break away from the hole-free sword edge. He coughed twice when he landed on the ground, and a trace of bright blood flowed from under the scene into his neck.

It was as if it was trash that could finally be let go, and at the moment when he let go, the violent flow of true air was cut off, and he unilaterally stopped controlling Wudong. Wudong would never give up this opportunity. The long sword that lost control instantly caused serious damage to Qu Zhu's belly, but Qu Zhu turned his head as if he didn't care.

However, no matter what, what you abandon the scabbard to meet is only an empty arm. In the realm of the vein tree, facing an opponent who is also the eighth life, it is a lie to take the sword with empty hands.

The extremely ferocious killing sword without holes arrived at this moment. Qu Zhu leaned over and the cold sword tip was touching his throat.

Qu Zhu obviously failed to support the sword, and his left arm suddenly fell with the force of the sword, and his body became skewed, but the cold scene still looked at Meng Li silently.

Qu Zhu's body was as straight as a soaring dragon. He grabbed his knife and lifted his body. His torn black robe was flying like an owl. He leaned back, and with the sound of bones cracking, he hit the young man's abdomen hard with his leg.

His gray eyes raised coldly and glanced at Meng Li from the bulging shoulders of his black robe.

Behind him, Wudong moved forward with his sword as fast as possible, and Meng Li immediately put away his sword and escaped, but it was still too late.

Qu Zhu knew clearly how he would judge the sword, and also knew exactly what weakness he had left for him.

Meng Li slowly revealed his figure, pointed with a pale face to the sword wound sealing his chest and abdomen, and looked at the person in front of him coldly.

It took Meng Li half a breath to react, and his heart instantly fell into the ice cellar.

Wudong thrust his sword in as fast as he could, and Qu Zhu also leaned forward to block as fast as he could. A corner of his black robe was cut off in the air, and there was a clang of gold and iron clashing. Behind him, Meng Li had already A sword that condenses the "real extreme".

The loudest sound was the clash of gold and iron. Under the tumult of sword energy, the black robe was shattered like embers, and then the skin was cut into pieces. Then was the black surging iron. At first glance, it looks like an insect nest, with fine silver lines outlined on it, trembling brightly in front of this knife.

Even though the mysterious energy is gone, the chalcedony of the spiritual body remains as before.

When he reappeared, he poked out the blade from the cliff behind Qu Zhu!
The thaumaturgic menagerie is always the one to strike when the enemy is at its weakest and most unprepared, but this time Meng Li was the first to attack, his cold scowl was exactly the same as that of Bowang on that rainy night.

Gray eyes looked directly at the scene, two straight weapons passed by each other, Wu Dong's sword penetrated deeply into Qu Zhu's abdomen, and the sheath end of Qu Zhu shattered Wu Dong's ribs.

Without any explanation, everyone can now see the reverse of the situation - a thaumaturgy cultivator with an astonishing sword talent, the magical power in his body almost makes him invincible in the realm of the Vein Tree; he has killed forty people in a mysterious and dangerous incident. In the Xianrentai Crane Examination in 2008, when he was behind by a clear level, he repeatedly challenged the authority of [Ye Que] with close combat.

But the bright scene was always indifferent. He only glanced at Meng Li's figure protruding from the air. The young man had submerged into nothingness again. He did not pursue the lingering moment, but turned around again and closed the sheath. The sword has screamed from the waist.

But this time, when that subtle point arrived, neither of them stopped sword-fighting.

Now everyone stands on the same level, and the two weapons they are allowed to have are all in their hands.

The knife is like a flying shadow.

"Guangcheng Danjian" ·[Flowing Clouds in Sleeves]

The long knife was released.

The blades and the sheaths were sharply intertwined, heading towards each other's throats. The two looked at each other coldly at the same time, showing indifference that they would never back down. They also gave up their moves at a subtle enough point, but after Qu Zhu turned his sword, his arm Suddenly stretched.

However, at this moment, Qu Zhu suddenly dropped the sheathed sword in his hand without any care.

Meng Li pressed the handle of the knife tightly in the void.

It's a pity that this is no longer a "sword".

A young genius who has practiced swordsmanship for three chapters, under the "Daoxu Jing", his moves are always unpredictable and like a ghost. It's a pity that those swords - especially the knives - are the same path that the same genius took thirty years ago.

The old man did say, "I'll give you a chance to kill him," but Meng Li didn't expect it to be done in such an almost tragic way. The long knife in his hand was fully charged. Roaring waves spread around him.

Wudong's attack suddenly became fierce, and Qu Zhu only glanced back. The violent zhenqi immediately poured out from the scabbard, and the bright scene stared at Wudong, and he once again resolutely killed with kill.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his palm, held the handle of the knife again, and Meng Li disappeared into nothingness again.

This Tie Ning's arm held his blade with his backhand.

And the next moment, Wudong's other hand firmly pressed the end of the scabbard that was almost into the flesh.

Wudong's expression didn't change at all.

His gray eyes were still cold. He only took a breath and raised his sword again.

The battlefield where only two people were left erupted in decisive bloodshed.

There are no more temptations involved. Both regard each other as their own enemies. There is no need to expect that the other will fall into a trap, let alone to dream that he will fall unconscious at some moment. The two of them are equally clear about all the details and situations in the fight, and the two sides are pale. His long hair was scattered in the blood beads, and the bright sword shadow was broken into pieces.

So there were no ups and downs, and the advantages and disadvantages were inevitably revealed in the clean and neat changes of moves.

Wudong's body is not strong enough, he has suffered more serious injuries before, and in terms of sword fighting itself, the advantage created by "Swallowing the Sea" cannot make up for it.

So at a certain moment, the sword fight instantly turned into a brutal close-quarters fight.

It's hard to imagine two Xuanmen masters fighting such a duel, but they were indeed fighting elbows with elbows, legs with legs, and blades with blades. Their fists, swords, and knees collided with each other with all their strength, and each one was thrown out in the gap. The white blades are thrilling enough.

"You lose." The old man in the scene suddenly spoke hoarsely, blood escaping from his throat.

There is no mask in Wudong, but this always cold face is no different from a mask. He was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes, and a dangerous sword light suddenly rose from his waist, like the flash of a bright mirror.

Such a sword was enough to kill 90% of Shaolong's eight lives, but here it was just a fresh and ordinary thing again. The Qu Zhu Dao was like a flowing shadow, and it had been lightly attached to the blade.

Once again, the two blades crossed each other, so that both of them would not exchange wounds. They stopped their swords at the same time and avoided, preparing for the next offensive.

But when Qu Zhu turned his sword this time, his body suddenly became cold. Qu Zhu completely abandoned his sword, but Wudong only abandoned half of his sword. He gave up completely avoiding the sword, and almost pressed his waist and abdomen against the sword, thus gaining a chance to strike again.

Qu Zhu first raised the knife and gouged it out coldly, taking all the advantages he could get from the new change, and then returned the knife from the terrifying gap opened in the waist and abdomen, just in time to face the sword.

What Wudong brought him was a stunning killing sword.

The speed within the speed, the shadow within the shadow, like the sudden flash of lightning in the thick dark clouds.

This sword is destined to have no name. It is not enough to appear in the Xuanmen realm, and Wudong has not used it for more than ten years.

But it is indeed the swordsmanship that the old man has honed with his blood and life for more than ten years in the darkest side of the world. Those who have seen it call it the "King of Hell Sword".

Perfect for killing enemies closely.

Qu Zhu's throat tightened suddenly, and he was determined not to stop the sword at this moment.

He only had time to lift the horizontal knife with the handle and swallow it, and then he pressed the knife sideways as much as possible, so that the blade passed diagonally through the bones of his upper body instead of passing through the throat, heart, and lungs.
But he didn't avoid it.

The blood-spattered scene suddenly leaned forward like an evil ghost, and the knife raised to the chin did not move down.

It turns a mysterious arc.

Qu Zhu directly put the sword in, letting Wudong's sword penetrate into his right chest, pressing him and nailing him to the stone wall. The sword floating outside the sword gently removed Wudong's entire sword. arms.

Of course, the winner has been decided. In the spiritual body, the heart and lungs are no longer lethal, and without arms and swords, there is no way to fight.

In fact, when Qu Zhu opened his mouth, drawing the sword without holes was a reply in itself.

All four eyes are equally piercing, and no one can hide his own state. If he had not admitted this, how could the old man have made waves on the ground and exchanged such an irreparable serious injury for a sword attack?
Just because I had to.

This last sword is indeed dazzling and dangerous, but Qu Zhu will never faint in the face of danger.

However, Qu Zhu looked at Wudong's dull movements, and his expression seemed to be stiff for the first time.

The old man seemed to want to give this arm to him.

Looking at him with pale gray eyes, the old man leaned back as soon as he was nailed into the stone wall. He didn't even let go of the hilt of the sword, because he knew clearly that the next moment he would touch the sword from his shoulder. bid farewell.

The next flicker lifted his shoulders.

The other free hand without holes has been raised, with three fingers pinched together and two fingers held straight.

That is, [pulling thread].

Starting from the removal of the characteristics of the [Jade Tiger] sword, there are not two weapons that can be used in this stone room, but three.

It can come out at any time, but only at this moment, when the situation is really pressed to its end, when the torn and bloody black robe is nailed to the stone wall, and the long sword has no time to turn, will this sword be truly fatal.

Wudong fell backwards, and the sword blade of light and dark swept forward. Two identical swords appeared in the formation at the same time, and the repulsive force of [Lotus Heart Judgment Sword] suddenly came down. The long sword nailed into the stone wall already let out an overwhelmed whine. If the two swords were broken, it would definitely not be [Jade Tiger]. 】——Obviously, as long as there is another forced movement that stimulates the formation, the sword in the room will immediately break.

This is of course an absolute death state. This gap is very narrow, but it clearly exists. Maybe Qu Zhu can fly up from the wall in the next moment, but at this moment, he is completely a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Without the Qi, the spiritual body is useless, the long knife is away from the body, and only the throat is clearly and fragilely exposed.

[Jade Tiger] Youming's blade floats in the center of your field of vision.

It was at this moment that Qu Zhu finally understood clearly why the old man came here. After Jade Tiger, his gray hair was messy, his cheeks were stained with blood, and his pale gray eyes and those theatrical eyes were staring straight at him. The next moment the sword blade was about to cut off one of their throats, but time seemed to be silent at this moment.

"You lost." The old man said softly.

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After "hanging the sky curtain", the peaks are hidden in the mist.

It had been nearly an hour since Pei Ye left the Sutra Library, and he kept walking east and north. The sound of the waterfall finally faded away. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked east, when his eyes were attracted by a deep valley cliff.

It is tall and secretive, facing south and facing north, with towering green hills and thick cypress trees.

It definitely didn't look like a place where people would live permanently, so Pei Ye immediately jumped down.

He fell into the cliff in an instant, and the autumn silence and deep cold suddenly enveloped him. Standing in this valley, looking back, he could no longer see the shadow of the five peaks. It is conceivable that people who see the five peaks will never be able to see this cliff valley.

Pei Ye held down the hilt of the sword and walked down through the trees and rocks. However, there was only silence and endless turns and cliff trees. Finally, when Pei Ye began to suspect that he had found the wrong place again, he saw a simple corner of the house. Hidden from behind the trees.

There is a huge cliff, whether natural or man-made. It sticks out from the cliff. There is no way to lower it from above and climb it from below. It is surrounded by layers of cliff trees. No one would have thought of this place unless they were looking for it intentionally. He actually hid a human realm.

Pei Yehe stood quietly on the treetops. This was a small courtyard built against the cliff, quietly located in the morning sun, and even a bit peaceful.

But Pei Ye only felt cold and cold. On a night when the wind roared seven years ago, it was in this courtyard that the two of them took the freshly stripped souls from the young man's body and ate them with the lifeless demon swords. They decided to poison Xilong and the young man from now on. The evil plot of Longliangdao.

Now he looked at the courtyard, no one came in or out, it seemed completely empty.

"Go and take a look." Pei Ye couldn't hold back, and dropped his sword. Black Cat intended to observe more, but after all, the young man had already said it once before.

The two of them landed in front of the door, and what they saw was a very ordinary courtyard. The walls and door panels were all old and damaged, as if they had been there for more than ten years.

After pushing open the door and entering, the black cat's eyes fell on the tables and chairs in the courtyard, and immediately moved away, alerting the surroundings.

Pei Ye stepped forward and flicked it.

"It rained two days ago, but there are no traces of mud on the side. It has been cleaned recently." He said, "But it doesn't look like it has been inhabited for a long time."

The surfaces of the tables and chairs were very clean, but the corners lacked the roundness that comes with long-term use. Pei Ye was used to old tables and chairs, and he knew how many marks an object would leave under people's use.

That means that the owner of this courtyard has only been back for a few days.

Since when? After leaving Bowang?

Standing in the courtyard, he could already feel the emptiness in the house. Pei Ye pushed the door open again and found that no one was there. It still had all the furnishings that a human residence should have, neither new nor old. The two of them didn't notice anything unusual, and the room was indeed quiet.

Just in the subtle intuition, everyone and the cat tensed up - all the details showed that this was not like the oppressive silence without anyone, but more like the emptiness after something had broken it.

Until they lifted the curtain and stepped into the inner hall, the two of them held their breath at the same time.

A huge cave appeared in front of us, breaking through the wall of the house and heading into the mountain wall. It was unknown how deep it was.

This was definitely not opened by normal means. The torn edge and the chaotic mysterious energy were still reminding everything. Suddenly, Pei Ye focused his eyes and saw the wandering electric light as thin as insects and ants on its edge.

Pei Ye realized something with his heart and lungs tightening in an instant. Before he could say a word, he swooped in with his sword.

First, there was a huge array pattern painted all over the stone wall. At the same time, the smell of blood spread to his nose. Pei Ye had no time to look at anything. He walked straight through the second stone room. The smell of blood suddenly hit his nostrils until he came to a stream of broken water. In front of the curtain, he pressed his sword and rushed in. The sight in front of him instantly froze him on the spot.

As if a huge hammer hit his head, Pei Ye stood motionless and stiff.

In front of him was a tall, huge stone chamber, with rich blood floating in the air. Two stone platforms were built on far opposite sides, as if they had been enshrined in something. There were complex carvings on the ground that seemed to have taken effect, and were now dark. . The young man whom Bowang had met once on a rainy night was seriously injured and slumped under the stone wall. There was a huge slash from his shoulder to his abdomen.

At the other end of the stone hall, He Jian, who seemed to be always calm and reliable, was pierced by a beautiful sword and nailed to the stone wall. He was covered in blood, and his organs slipped out from the huge blood hole in his waist and abdomen. The gray hair hung down to cover his face, and the falling blood stuck them into stiff strands.

Not far from the corpse, a man wearing a torn, blood-stained black robe was sitting against the wall. The bloody cracks on his shoulders, neck, waist and abdomen were visible to the naked eye. There was a huge crack-like wound on his right chest, and a sword that was broken into two pieces was discarded. On the ground.

A blue bird had its neck broken by him and lay stiffly on the ground. Small blood spots were spattered on the green feathers. The mailbox on his leg had been opened, and his blood-dried hands were tearing a piece of letter into pieces. , and then burned to complete ashes. The cold and blood-stained scene was leaning on the stone wall indifferently, looking at the visitor quietly.

Pei Ye stared at this scene stiffly, his body as cold as hypothermia, and only the blood in his depths was boiling bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)