I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Chapter 122 The Yin Fu Magic Sword, the Great Technique of Synesthesia
  Shi Tianze is not a really reckless person. He does behave very rudely on many occasions. That is because being just right and straightforward can put him in a favorable position, whether facing enemies, subordinates or colleagues.

Therefore, he likes his straightforward personality, which cannot be called a disguise. However, as a general in command, he will not forget to be vigilant and stay sober.

His "Black Sand Broken Body Sword Technique" can be said to perfectly embody this kind of character of his.

Things hit by this kind of sword energy often do not leave a simple slash mark, but become riddled with holes and fragmented.

The sword energy is like a black sandstorm, violent and violent, destroying its target with overwhelming force.

However, the essence of this massive sandstorm is fine black gravel.

After Shi Tianze tempered his lungs and became a master, he was able to condense his power into a small, hard and sharp form like iron sand, which could be majestic but also pervasive.

When he attacks the enemy with all his strength, if others want to fight back and hurt him, they must first face the consumption and deflection of countless grains of black sand sword energy.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a peak sword move that displays the strongest defensive posture while delivering the strongest attack.

'Whether Meng Zhaoxuan's current state is true or not, I will simply assume that he still has a very successful body, and I will show my strongest posture when I get started! ’

Shi Tianze told himself this in his heart, and his confidence was completely put into his sword, and his murderous intent was high-spirited and hearty.

However, human behavior is never controlled solely by the mind.

Sensory feedback and mental judgment always affect people's actions at the same time.

No matter how hard you hone your character, there is no way to completely eliminate this deviation. At most, you can only reduce it.

For example, a well-trained boxer can break rocks with his fists.

One day, a basket of tofu and a basket of stones were placed in front of him and he was asked to hit them with all his strength.

Even if neither of them will cause damage to his fist, even if he has used the same moves and punched with the same intention, there is still a difference in the actual power displayed in the end.

From all the news that Shi Tianze has heard recently, and after he met Meng Zhaoxuan in person, in his mind, hearing, and vision, he only felt the existence of a weak, old man.

This kind of perception is completely different from the image of "Meng Zhaoxuan" in his heart, even completely separated.

So even if he knew in his heart that he should use all his strength, what he saw and heard meant that he could not completely achieve the kind of tension and explosion when facing a powerful enemy.

This is the barrier between "knowing" and "seeing".

Meng Zhaoxuan's sword struck on this barrier and in the gap between the two.

No one even saw how the half-moon-shaped narrow sword was created. It had already burst out in the black sand and came to Shi Tianze's eyes with overwhelming force.

The golden luster on the surface of the sword was completely obliterated by the black sand in the process, but it did not slow down its speed or damage its edge.

On the contrary, it makes it faster, sharper, and purer, revealing a silver-white brilliance without any impurities.

Shaohao, the God of the West, the Lord of the Golden Spirit, also known as the White Emperor!

The black hair on Shi Tianze's face was illuminated by the cold sword light, and the roots were clearly defined.

Under the illumination of the white light, one could clearly see that his pupils were shaking violently and contracting, and his lungs were also compressing violently, squeezing out the most violent wave of power.

The knife energy like fine black sand was squeezed out from the pores of his body, turning him into a complete iron sand giant.

And the wide black knife in his hand seemed more than ten times heavier due to the injection of this knife energy.

When Monk Qianfang turned his head to look, what he saw was the back of a black sand giant that suddenly expanded.

The remaining part of the attic of the institution was originally equivalent to more than half a floor in height.

When the black sand giant expanded, it seemed to be twice as tall as the remaining wall, and it was still enlarging crazily.

In an instant, the remaining attic, the rockery in the courtyard, the bamboo forest next to the rockery, and the courtyard wall outside the bamboo forest were all made smaller by the contrast.

wrong! Large near and small, the black sand giant is not continuing to expand, but it is reflected backwards as soon as it expands, which creates this illusion in people's eyes.

Monk Qianfang felt a chill in his heart, and his figure moved ten feet to the side, and the roaring sound finally reached his ears.

Shi Tianze's figure was seen striking in a straight line, destroying all obstacles along the way. The bricks and stones were shattered under his feet, and dust shot out, as if he were stepping on two earth dragons.

When his body passed Monk Qianfang's original position, the sharp alternation of black and white light and shadow made Monk Qianfang's eyelids shrink.

In front of that dark figure was a pure, silver-white light.

Shi Tianze pushed the knife with both arms just to hold back the silver-white half-moon light of the knife.

The area where the sword light and the black sword clashed continued to tremble, and a large number of sparks shot out.

That knife knocked him out of the attic of the agency, crashed through three courtyards, and crashed directly back into the courtyard where the alchemy furnace was located.

boom! ! ! !

The silver bottle was broken, the light flew away, and the half-moon-shaped sword finally shattered in the continuous tremor of confrontation.

Before the silver light scattered across the sky was extinguished, Meng Zhaoxuan, who was far away in the attic, had already broken through the sky.

His hair and beard were still slightly yellowish, and his face had a sickly look. He was in mid-air, coming at a high speed, but he looked even more frail, unlike a general leading an army.

But when he raised his hand, no matter what he looked like or looked like, everyone would only think that it was the most majestic look.

If there were a god with a sword in the world, it would definitely look like this.

If any of the kings and gods don’t look like this...

That is, God is wrong!

The speed of Meng Zhaoxuan's hand was faster than the sound of his voice, but the scream of the sword's light piercing the air was still transmitted to everyone's ears earlier.

It was the auditory hallucination and tinnitus caused by his sword intent and momentum, which was far sharper than the sound that could be produced in the real air.

It’s a buzzing sound that seems to tear everyone apart physically and mentally!
  "Meng Zhaoxuan——!!"

Shi Tianze let out a roar of severe pain, turned his back to the sky, raised his sword high with his right arm, and slashed forward.

But when he lifted the knife, the blade had been broken in half, a stream of blood suddenly burst out from the palm of his left hand, and a vertical blood line appeared on his chest.

The edge of the knife cut off his side knife, chopped off half of his hand, and struck him on the body, piercing into his flesh and almost disemboweling him.

If it weren't for the fact that a large amount of skill was being squeezed out of his internal organs and bursting out, offsetting part of the power, I'm afraid this knife would have cut open his chest.

In the battle between Bashu and Bashu, although his sword skills failed miserably in Meng Zhaoxuan's sword moves and left him with mental problems, he did not suffer such a serious blow to his body.

But at this moment, there was finally no barrier between his "knowledge" and "seeing", and he completely unified between life and death.

The broken half of the knife head, before it flew far, shattered into a large cloud of iron filings in the air. It was pulled by the half-handled broken knife in his hand and mixed into countless iron sand-like knife auras.

The real iron filings and half-solid iron sand stretched into a ten-foot-long black sword light, which swept into the air fiercely.

The silvery-white blade that burst out from Meng Zhaoxuan's hand swept downwards, intersecting with the black blade, and the sharp edges collided with each other.

when! ! ! !

If there were no injuries on his body, Shi Tianze could at least fight Meng Zhaoxuan for hundreds of rounds.

But now, the moment the two knives collided, the sleeve of Shi Tianze's right arm exploded, revealing bulging veins, and blood swayed fiercely in the veins.

The wound on his chest and the wound on his left palm spurted out a large stream of blood mist under the stimulation, staining the ground with a radius of more than half a foot red, and the color suddenly disappeared from his face.

The moment the ground turned red, a mass of air high in the sky was suddenly dyed red.

The crimson power spurted out, and briefly condensed into a half-human-high bloody skull. Behind the skull, there was a pair of dark golden palms, which suddenly divided into thirty-six palm shadows. With different gestures and different directions, Come and kill.

"I didn't expect you, what a big mistake!"

When Meng Zhaoxuan spoke, he had received thirty-six palm prints with his left hand alone, but his figure was also pressed to the ground.

In the process, his right hand gradually changed from drooping to rising, and the silver-white sword blade still intertwined with the black sword light.

And when his left palm flew, like a unique sword, it suddenly came out of its sheath and slashed Wanyan Qianfang's neck.

Monk Qianfang's face was red and his eyes were highly focused. Facing Meng Zhaoxuan like this, he was shocked, but instead he was extremely excited. His palm skills were impeccable and he became more and more superb.

Meng Zhaoxuan, Li Qiumian and others had expected that there would be undercover agents in the Forbidden Army, the imperial court, and even Fuyao Mountain, but they did not expect that the Dragon Tea Monk himself was a fake.

Even after Wanyan Qianfang was exposed, they still couldn't figure out what kind of thoughts the divine monk Fang Fang, who was the master of Dali, had in his mind to keep a Jurchen royal family of the Jin Kingdom by his side, or even Let him grow to the level of a master.

In fact, maybe it was because of Wanyan Qianfang's sincerity towards martial arts.

When Wanyan Qianfang went to challenge the Dragon Tea God Monk, the Kingdom of Jin was far from being destroyed. He could be pampered and enjoy all the power, but he traveled thousands of miles to compete for the title of "the best palm in the world". This desire to win in martial arts cannot be said to be impure.

It's a pity that he was so pure that after all these years, he still wanted to kill Long Cha to prove that his palm skills were stronger.

No one would believe it, but before Wanyan Qianfang killed Long Cha, he had never thought of pretending to be the other party, nor had he colluded with the Mongols.

After finishing the fight, he felt that he had fulfilled his wish, and then he realized that the Kingdom of Jin had been destroyed, and he seemed to have a bigger career to pursue.

If it goes smoothly, it would be good to kill Meng Zhaoxuan who is unable to fight back, but if he can kill a current swordsman who is still capable of fighting, even if it is a siege, for Wanyan Qianfang, it will be a big deal in his life. Happy news.

Two dark golden palms struck the elbow and wrist of Meng Zhaoxuan's left arm in no particular order.

The power of Meng Zhaoxuan's slash was split between the two golden palms, and they should have collided in a deadlock.

But the moment those two dark gold palms hit each other, he could already feel the change in the strength on Meng Zhaoxuan's arms. Instead, he suddenly moved away with the power of these two palms.

His movements were as fast as a shadow, but what was more difficult was that at the same time as the strength of his left hand changed, he suddenly took away the silver-white sword.

Just accept it when you say it, without any warning, the dream horse breaks through the clouds, and the sky is full of sky.

The black sword suddenly lost its opponent and slashed forward.

If this knife struck the ground completely, the tip of the knife could probably hit Wanyan Qianfang's current position.

However, Meng Zhaoxuan was rushing towards the source of the sword hilt. The person closest to the sword light was definitely not others but himself. Even his actions would shorten the distance between him and the sword light.

In the last seven feet, his silver hair crown had been rubbed by the black sand sword energy and turned into a sieve like rotten wood, but his hand penetrated Shi Tianze's chest first.

Shi Tianze's eyes widened angrily: "Eighty percent?!"

At this moment, he discovered that Meng Zhaoxuan seemed to barely possess the Eighth Success Body. The Eighth Success Body is only about the same level as Shi Tianze, and their swordsmanship is almost the same.

Even if he was fighting alone, Shi Tianze should have a half chance of winning, but how could this happen? Within three moves, his heart and lungs had been penetrated.

Shaohao, the god of gold spirit, Yin Fu, the sect of the art of war!

Shi Tianze's defeat to Meng Zhaoxuan was never just about the sword.

At the last moment, he wanted to clasp his hands and stab back with his knife.

Meng Zhaoxuan shook one arm, and silver light splashed out, tearing Shi Tianze's body into five or six pieces. He turned around and used his left hand to meet Wanyan Qianfang's palm force.

Bang! !

The dark golden palm and the silver hand collided together, making a sound like the collision of huge iron blocks. Gold and silver power ripples bloomed alternately.

In this courtyard, everyone, corpses, and a large amount of rubble and bricks were lifted into the air.

Li Qiumian was invaded by the poison of burning blood in his body, along the fracture of his ribs, and was injured into the bone marrow. At this moment, he was unsteady on his feet and flew upside down in the air.

Just as he tilted his face back toward the night sky, he suddenly felt a great breathing rhythm in the vast moonlight and bright night sky.

That feeling of breathing suddenly destroyed his original breathing rhythm, causing him to start taking deep breaths.

He is not a master of lung training. In terms of the amount of inhalation alone, it is only similar to some first-rate masters. During this violent inhalation, he immediately felt the limit of what he could absorb.

However, under the influence of that huge rhythm, there was still a strong intake of air between his mouth and nose, which intensified the pain in his lungs and ribs.

So at the next moment, when he began to exhale sharply, he felt dizzy and didn't know where he was.

Even he was like this, not to mention Situ Zhongxia, the four major disciples and others who were seriously injured.

But what they exhaled was far more than just the breath they normally breathed, it was also the internal energy flowing in their meridians.

Everyone's body is bursting with a lot of energy at lightning speed.

Especially Chen Shouzhi and Zhao Lizong, because they were the two most seriously injured and had the most pure skills.

Two kinds of light, transparent light green and golden with red, almost burst out of the body, like two comets of rainbow light, flying backwards into the sky and hitting a coffin.

These changes only happened in the blink of an eye, and the intense and deep exhalations and inhalations that Li Qiumian and the others felt were compressed into such a short period of time.

As soon as Meng Zhaoxuan stopped Wanyan Qianfang's palm, he noticed this change and suddenly changed his expression.

The coffin suddenly shattered, and the old man with gray hair, dressed in Mongolian royal robes, was smashed down with a colorful halo formed by the convergence of energy from all directions.

Meng Zhaoxuan grabbed his right hand towards the sky, his joints crackled, and his palm lifted up from the ground, like a silver peak breaking through the ground, fighting against the seven-color heavy palm falling from the sky.

A thunderous roar resounded for miles around.

Meng Zhaoxuan's feet only sank three inches, but all the load-bearing ruins still on the ground in the entire courtyard were bounced up.

His scorched face suddenly turned silvery white, cold and lifeless, and he spat out a mouthful of silvery blood. The blood was as bright as a knife, and he slashed at Wanyan Qianfang, forcing him to retreat.

The colorful light was dazzling, and the Mongolian sect king's figure turned upside down in the air, spinning, and slashing down with his palms.

Meng Zhaoxuan raised his arms to meet him, and his hands were like knives. In an instant, he broke through hundreds of heavy palm attacks on the vital parts of his head.

Boom boom boom boom boom! ! !
  The ground masonry in the courtyard was completely destroyed, and earth pillars were blown up. The foundations of the four courtyard walls were directly shattered, leaving them scattered and exposed on the surface. The masonry had already broken and flew out, disappearing without a trace.

Monk Qianfang suddenly rushed forward in this terrifying scene like landslides and earth shattering, knocking through countless bricks and earth debris, and entered the battle.

The cracks on the surface became deeper and deeper, even underground passages were exposed.

A figure flashed out of the crack, but it was Chen Weiyang who realized something was wrong and flew up.

As soon as he came out, he saw the sky full of colorful lights.

In the distance, Zhao Lizong was sitting at the base of the wall, his eyes were distracted, his lips and teeth were trembling, as if he wanted to scold someone, but he couldn't curse out loud and had passed out.

The person has passed out, but his body is still losing vitality.

Chen Weiyang even saw a piece of corpse that seemed to be a torso. The lungs were still relaxing slightly, and the black sword energy was also flowing out.

"Yuanfei Synesthesia Technique?!!"

The famous stunt of Tachar, the Mongolian sect king, is also a unique skill. No other person has mastered it so far. It is said that it was lost after his death a few years ago.

On the battlefield in the past, he didn't know how many wounded people he used this martial art to seize the internal energy to continue fighting for himself. However, those mixed internal energy could only barely continue the fight. They could not be compared with his own physical skills and could not increase the upper limit of killing power. .

And today, in this manor, on this battlefield, probably the largest number of injured masters has been gathered since the world had a strong master in the master realm.

Did Tachaer do it on purpose, or was it a coincidence? !
  But no matter what the situation is, at this moment, the power that this Mongolian sect king can control is already the most powerful individual in the thousands of years of history since martial arts appeared in the world.

Chen Weiyang couldn't even imagine how human power would be able to fight against such power. He was so anxious that he unsheathed his sword. He suddenly felt horrified and stepped sideways to block it.

At that glance, he seemed to see the shadow of a fist, but he didn't seem to see anything. Instead, the ground shook, and a huge force that no one could withstand shot him out.

The figure of Wuxian flashed into the manor, and the young man in red robe, Wanyan Qilin, also galloped over, not far behind.

The young man in red robe still had some doubts in his heart. He didn't know why Uncle Hengshan wanted to take action now, instead of waiting until the fight in the manor was over.

But when Wu Xian broke into the manor, someone gave the answer, and the colorful light offensive brewing in the sky suddenly became stronger.

That's not because Wu Xian has the power to be sucked away.

For masters who are not injured, or who are only slightly injured, Yuanfei Synaesthesia does not have very good effects.

The offensive was intensified because Tachaer put down his last concern.

Only when Wu Xian also joins this battle can that trace of worry disappear completely.

The colorful light flourished, the ground tilted slightly, and Wu Xian had already punched.

He stood on the earth. Although he was fast, he seemed to be integrated with the earth. He was here from beginning to end. His power did not come from himself, but from the heavy and boundless earth.

The heavy palms mixed with power from the sky, the fists with the power of the earth, and the red flame skeletons that cut through the air.

The most powerful human-powered battle in the history of this world has finally taken shape!
  The treacherous people on the palace tower could not help holding their breath at this moment, staring at that scene.

Meng Zhaoxuan's hair, eyebrows, eyes, and skin have completely turned into a silver-white figure, and even his clothes have been turned into silver fluid without a single flaw.

He heard the sound of his liver being worn out. For the first time in three years, his power reached [-]% regardless of the cost.

It's a pity that if Tacha'er hadn't been there, he might have been able to take all these people on the road with him in this last flourishing body as expected, and do his best for the mountains and rivers he loved.

"The yin talisman hides the image and turns corruption into gold!"

Meng Zhaoxuan sighed endlessly in his heart. He didn't look at the evil monk, the martial immortal, or the sect king. He lowered his eyes to the ground, put one hand on his chest and abdomen, and pointed to the sky with the other.

All things, flesh and blood, are mostly fragile and perishable things, but with the use of the ultimate Yin Fu military skills, they can be transformed into indestructible killing fine gold energy.

choke! ! ! ! ! ! !
  The sound of swords roaring filled everyone's eardrums in an instant.

The fragments of weapons, torn robes, broken bones, damaged vegetation, and inconspicuous earth and rocks on the ground all made the sound of swords at this moment, glowed with a silvery luster, and flew into the air.

Under the moonlight that night, it looked like there were thousands of swords rising from the ground.

Its color is pure silver, its light is cold white, shooting out in all directions, breaking the wind and energy, colliding with the power of the three great masters.

Intense rays of light erupted one after another.

The blazing light flashed away, and everything within a fifty-foot radius was completely flattened or blown away into the distance.

The figures of the three great masters all fell fifty feet away.

Meng Zhaoxuan stood alone on this devastated land. Suddenly, his body swayed and he knelt on the ground. He vomited a large amount of blood from his mouth, but the silver light on his body became brighter, as if it was going to burn his whole body. give up.

Streams of water exploded from the cracks in the surrounding land, and white spray sprayed out, complementing the silvery white light.

Many of the organs of this manor were originally driven by the power of underground rivers. Their battle shook the ground. The secret passages had already collapsed and broken, causing the river to surge and spread to the surface.

Tachaer's face was slightly gray, and there were a few scratches on his hands.

Wu Xian's sleeves were in tatters, and a deep dark yellow light flowed from his body, covering the white marks on his skin.

Both of them were only slightly injured, but they were also frightened by the knife just now and couldn't restrain themselves.

Without the help of outsiders' skills, Meng Zhaoxuan could still hurt them with just his own strength, after counteracting the terrifying combined attack force just now. If he wasn't seriously ill, wouldn't it be...

Monk Qianfang's face trembled, and the dark golden luster of his palms disappeared directly, returning to the shape of fleshy palms. Only a red, smoke-like, and light-like monster aura was left in his palms.

The sword energy just now broke many of the important acupuncture points of the "Little Sumeru Divine Palm" for power generation, and there were many small blood holes on his body. I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to practice that set of palm skills in five years. , the most frightened in my heart, and the most murderous.

The three great masters looked at each other and jumped out at the same time.

Wu Xian shouted louder: "Qilin!"

Wanyan Qilin was waiting for this kind of opportunity. He put his palms together in front of his chest and his body was as clear as topaz. Against the background of the red robe, he looked even more mysterious. His figure was like a wisp of smoke as he rushed out.

Meng Zhaoxuan is not dead yet, and no one can predict whether he can strike again.

But with the three great masters in front, no matter what, they were enough to offset his dying struggle.

The last crown prince of the Jin Kingdom, the young emperor Qilin, will take the title of "the best in the world" as his first victory that shocked the world!
  Jia Sidao, who was on the tower, looked there without blinking. A feeling of trembling arose in his heart, and he suddenly descended from the tower.

Meng Zhaoxuan is finally dying!
  He wanted to witness this scene from close range, and it would be best if he could find an opportunity to kill one or two of these outsiders.

The death of an unparalleled hero always needs to be buried with some qualified sacrifices!
  For these strong men, the distance of fifty feet was only a matter of one step, and they were almost halfway through.

The cracks in the ground suddenly expanded, the water exploded, and the ground trembled, as if there was an angry evil dragon underground, breaking through the wall and coming out of the gorge, and crashing into it.

The ground rolled up, and white robes rose into the sky!

The moment Su Hanshan was completely successful, his internal energy came out of the ladder, and his body regained the strength to move freely, but it was too late to take the route on the ground.

He crashed through the underground river and came through the water! !
  (End of this chapter)