I want to embrace the moon for nine days

The two figures were still a hundred feet away, and their hands had already changed into seals. They were anxious and recited a series of spells as fast as dense rain.

Even if it were a true warrior, launching an offensive at this distance would have little impact on the enemy.

However, as soon as this string of spells was recited, the beggar man's body suddenly stiffened.

Dark green light, like a large number of vines, expanded from his heart.

Among the tattered clothes and long-damaged shoes and socks, one can clearly see the luminous patterns that extend from the ankles and insteps to the fingernails on the backs of hands, wrapping upwards around the neck and covering the entire face.

The patterns on the face have a symmetrical beauty, but the ends of the patterns seem to penetrate directly into the eyelids. Just looking at them gives people phantom pain.

Zuo Longsheng, who was refined into a puppet sword slave, had the peak of his true form's combat power when he was in his prime, and was the true peak of his true form combining magic and martial arts.

If he hadn't been seriously injured by the Feiliu Sect Leader, and the people who came out to search for him had mastered the spell to control the sword slaves, these people wouldn't have been able to divide their troops into four groups and capture the opponent alive.

Seeing that under the suppression of the spell, the beggar seemed to turn into a clay puppet, and even his messy hair no longer moved, the two masters of the dark hall were filled with joy.

Lan Qianfang took a step faster, suddenly reaching three feet in front of the beggar, and stretched out his palm.

The warlock bloodline is actually similar to that of spirits. Although they can possess some innate magical powers, they may also have more troublesome shortcomings than ordinary people.

For example, if the spirits of weasels and hedgehogs have a chance to pinch the human pulse, even if they only use the strength of an ordinary peasant woman, they will lose all their magical powers and be slaughtered.

Zuo Longsheng was refined into a puppet sword slave. In the process of developing the warlock's bloodline, Fei Liu Sect Master had long discovered that he had eleven acupuncture points on his body, which were extremely weak.

It is clear that the body has reached its true peak, but the defense strength of those eleven acupoints can only reach the level of a newcomer to the ladder. Deliberately injecting more true energy into those positions will be lost inexplicably, which will be a waste of internal energy.

Zuo Longsheng originally had a set of puppet armor that focused on protecting those locations, but when he escaped, the armor had been destroyed by Feiliu Sect Master.

Lan Qian used this palm to seal the eleven acupuncture points. Even if he stopped chanting the curse, Zuo Longsheng would have no chance of escaping.

But when this palm approached Zuo Longsheng's body surface, the hair in front of Zuo Longsheng's forehead suddenly moved, and dozens of bloodshot streaks appeared on his eyes.

The snow on both sides of the mountain road and the mud under his feet suddenly flashed with cold light, and three ice edges extended out, as fast as lightning, and the sharp tops pierced Lan Qianfang at the same time.

puff! !

Lan Qianfang's figure seemed to shake, retreating and then advancing, and the three ice edges that should have stabbed him were pressed down by his palm.

The three sharpest tips of Xuanbing, which was far harder than steel, were put into the palm of Lan Qian's hand. As soon as the piece of skin the size of a copper coin came into contact, they all turned into crumbs with a pop.

Among the inheritances that the master of Feiliu Sword Sect received back then, the most essential ones are one internal skill and two sets of sword techniques.

However, after the sect develops, taking into account the different qualifications of the disciples it accepts, the scope of the industry involved in the sword sect, the corresponding martial arts styles, etc., it is of course impossible to rely on only two sets of swordsmanship to spread.

Therefore, Feiliu Sword Sect has annexed many martial arts schools, families, and sects over the years, and purchased martial arts secret books from other places. It has used many methods overtly and covertly to continuously enrich its arsenal.

When An Tang was in Mei Li's generation, those who had cultivated to the True Form Realm could only learn one of the two sets of sword techniques, "Thousand Suns Piercing Dew", if they wanted to learn more advanced magical secrets.

However, by Lan Qianfang's generation, the two true masters in charge of the dark hall are not even swordsmen anymore.

The "Nectar Conquers Demonic Palm" practiced by Lan Qianfang is a unique skill created by Master Fei Liu using the true meaning of the Lu Penetrating Sword Technique and combining it with more than a dozen secret palm techniques.

The softness and unpredictability of this set of palm techniques are still faintly superior to the "Thousand Suns Penetrating Dew" performed by warriors of the same realm.

Even when fighting people head-on, it will give people a feeling of being unpredictable, unpredictable, and startled, as if every move is a sneak attack by him.

So when he shattered the three icicles, Zuo Longsheng only had time to retreat a foot.

This one foot is enough, because while retreating, Zuo Longsheng's "weapon" in his right hand has been raised.

He was a strong human trafficker, but now his whole body was frozen solid.

Zuo Longsheng grabbed the human trafficker's wrist as if he were grabbing an extremely hard heavy sword and swiped at Lan Qianfang.

Lan Qianfang slapped the trafficker's leg with a smooth palm. At the same time, there seemed to be many sounds of jade, sand and jade beads flowing and colliding in the air and in the human body.

When the nectar subdues the devil's palm, in the realm of Qi Sea, the inner strength is like mist. When in the realm of heavenly ladder, the inner strength is like dewdrops. When it reaches the realm of true form, it is as pure as jade, with flawless light, scattered among hundreds of veins and hundreds of bones.

For those who practice this palm, if they encounter a heavy external force collision, the countless jade beads of different sizes in the body can slide away 99% of the force.

When the jade beads collide and bounce off each other, they can take advantage of the situation to release the supreme palm power of tens of thousands of people united as one, gathering sand into a tower.

Lan Qianfang once had a huge boulder weighing hundreds of thousands of kilograms rolling down the mountain road. He waved his hand to bear it, and then pushed it out with one palm, piercing the entire boulder.

But this time he slapped it with his palm, and the jade beads jingled only for a moment, and then his body shook violently. His feet left the ground and were smashed towards the side of the hillside.

Boom! ! !
The snow on the side of the hillside exploded. Lan Qianfang pressed his palm on the mountain, crushing the rocks ten feet in radius like a spider web. Then he stopped the castration, flicked his arm, and changed his position.

Thanks to his walking speed, Zuo Longsheng's heavy sword had already hit the spot where he had just stopped.

The surrounding ten feet of frozen rock and soil had been destroyed and not only shattered, but turned into powder. However, the freezing feeling also melted away, forming a large amount of moist water.

Zuo Longsheng's heavy sword stirred in the air, turning an area of ​​more than ten feet on the hillside into a quagmire.

Thick mud clung to the heavy sword. As the heavy sword was raised, a large amount of mud was evacuated, and a large empty pit appeared on the entire hillside.

Rumble! ! ! !

Compared to the giant mud sword he created, Zuo Longsheng's body was like an ant compared to an elephant.

However, the ant stood still and waved the elephant, making the air between the two hillsides buzz with restlessness.

The moment the giant sword struck down, not only did the mountain road ahead sink and the ground shook, it also shattered the ice shells on the snow-covered surfaces on both slopes.

The figures of the two masters in the dark hall dodged to the left and right respectively.

"Be careful. Although he was seriously injured, Xuangui Hanzhang Sword Technique seems to be more sophisticated than before!"

"It's just the end of a strong crossbow!!"

Lan Yuanshi's response was masked by the strange sound of heavy snow.

The dark trees could not stop the heavy snow that started to move on the hillside.

Instead, the tree was broken by the ice and rolled along the mountain, making the avalanche even more violent and out of control.

Pieces of snow were flying, and with the strong wind, it was swept up into the sky. There seemed to be a vast expanse of white everywhere in the sky and on the ground, confusing all vision.

The thundering sound of the avalanche was getting closer and closer, but the giant mud sword was still dancing.

Because Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi, the two living figures, were extremely agile and fast, like two flying stars, jumping between the two hillsides.

They penetrated the chaotic snow, broke through the strong wind, and continuously attacked Zuo Longsheng.

Zuo Longsheng endured the control of spell patterns all over his body and retreated continuously, relying on the size of the giant mud sword to intercept these two people in mid-air.

However, Zuo Longsheng was indeed at the end of his strength.

His ability to wield this giant mud sword does not rely on internal strength and physical strength, but relies more on his natural ability to control water flow.

It looked like he was swinging the sword, but in fact, he was just adjusting the position of the giant sword using the inertia of the water inside the mud sword.

However, because the giant sword is large enough, even a small adjustment can block the attack route of the two men as long as all parts of the head and tail are used skillfully.

But this kind of fighting method requires the use of brains, and Zuo Longsheng is the least able to use his brains now.

Those chaotic images and incomplete sounds filled his mind, leaving no space at all.

Now the spell that controls the sword slave has to squeeze in from the outside, making this painful and heavy burden more than tenfold. Suddenly, Zuo Longsheng's retreating pace was slightly disordered. The blue rough stone in mid-air saw the opportunity, and when his right palm collided with the mud sword, and the figure bounced away, a little black light came out of his left sleeve.

Zuo Longsheng tilted his head, and this bit of light brushed the side of his neck and stuck on the ground behind him.

It was a bamboo stick, painted smooth and evenly with black paint, and then painted with many small words and slender patterns in bright red writing.

As soon as the bamboo stick was nailed into the ground, Zuo Longsheng let out a roar of pain like a collapse, and the giant mud sword collapsed and scattered on the ground.

Lan Yuanshi is following the path of integrating magic and martial arts. He practices the "Four Pillars of Sun Shadow Curse", which has four breaking methods: breaking hearing, breaking silence, breaking light, and breaking shadow.

Among them, the technique of breaking shadows is the most difficult to prevent. As long as his magic weapon bamboo stick pierces the opponent's shadow, the opponent's energy and energy will flow away from the gap in the shadow crazily.

With this method of breaking the gong, because the breach is not in them at all, most people can only notice that their gong power has suddenly dropped, their limbs are heavy, it is difficult to move, their minds are exhausted, and they have a splitting headache, but they cannot find the reason.

Zuo Longsheng's spirit was already overwhelmed, and he was immediately knocked unconscious by this stab.

Lan Qianfang's palm immediately reached out and hit seven acupuncture points in front of him.

The blue rough stone's figure also reached his back at the same time and hammered it four times.

The eleven talented acupoints were blocked. Zuo Longsheng's eyes trembled, he struggled again and again, and finally lowered his eyes.

When the green patterns on his upper and lower eyelids form a complete pattern, the seal will deepen and his consciousness will fall into darkness again.

The incomplete voices in my mind are getting lower and lower, and more and more distant.

"Long Sheng..." "Dad..."

The avalanche tide on both sides of the mountain is about to converge here, completely burying this section of the mountain col road.

But Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi didn't care at all. A mere avalanche had no impact on masters like them.

The fact that they were able to capture the Sword Slave put smiles on their faces. The excitement and joy were so intense.

Thinking of how much benefit they would get from the complete opening of the Xilu Sword Tomb, the heat in the hearts of these two people seemed to be able to completely burn this avalanche.

Zuo Longsheng's eyelids drooped completely.

"Uncle Zuo!"

In the chaotic snow in the sky, a figure suddenly fell down, and a palm hit Zuo Longsheng's head on his head and feet.

hot! hot! hot! hot! !

Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi's pupils tightened, and they felt the heat that could burn the avalanche as they wished.

Incomparably fierce golden light suddenly spread from Zuo Longsheng's body, especially his eleven weak points, which directly shot out beams that seemed to be tangible and qualitative.

Precisely because those eleven acupuncture points are his weaknesses, just like the eleven holes on a barrel, the skill poured into his body bursts out from those eleven locations first, most, and most violently.

The alien energy that Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi had just blocked in cracked like porcelain broken by a strong bow and arrow.

The two of them were knocked back seven feet away at the same time. They exerted force on their feet and rushed back to interrupt the intruder's behavior.

But at this moment, a long chant came from high in the sky.

The last part of the journey to Suhan Mountain is to fly up on a blue dragon. As soon as you get here, you jump down.

However, because the speed and inertia of the wooden dragon was too fast, it rushed forward for a certain distance before being attracted by Su Hanshan's power and turned back.

The dragon shadow spiraled down, guarding Su Hanshan and Zuo Longsheng, and circled and danced.

Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi attacked Canglong from the front and back.

They felt that the wooden dragon's body was easily deformed under their palms and was about to be destroyed. However, a sudden and strong warning surged in their hearts, and they hurriedly turned to protect the body.

In the flash of lightning and flint, Canglong's body had collapsed and disintegrated.

All the wood fibers, tiny structures, and the pure golden light contained inside all shrank towards the position where the two people took action.

The extreme point of contraction is expansion.

boom! ! ! ! !
In the final analysis, the Three Pure Yang Techniques are a magical blasting technique.

The objects transformed by the Three Pure Yang Techniques, no matter what their appearance, are in essence super explosives that can allow Su Hanshan's skills to exert greater lethality.

The huge golden flames formed by the explosion of the Canglong were like two breaths of a giant dragon, all of which were sprayed out, driving away the two men from the Feiliu Sword Sect without affecting Zuo Longsheng at all.

The rapidly expanding hot air waves vaporized all the chaotic snow on the low-lying road, and pushed the heavy snow rolling on the slopes on both sides in the opposite direction layer by layer, gradually stopping.

When the air wave slowed down slightly, Zuo Longsheng's figure had changed into a cross-sitting posture, and Su Hanshan stood beside him.

Lan Qianfang's right sleeve was half burned off, his face looked ugly, and he looked up: "With such skill...who are you?"

who are you?
This sentence was not loud, but it actually formed an echo.

No, it was not the echo formed by the surrounding valleys, but the sound coming from the jade pendant Lan Qian put in her arms.

The other end of the jade pendant should be "Meili".

Mei Li has arrived?

Lan Qianfang's expression changed in shock, and he seemed to understand something in his mind.

But Su Hanshan's palm had already emitted a golden light, covering him.

The effect of golden light solidifying is not difficult for Lan Qianfang to break free from.

But before he broke free, the golden light had been twisted, and the outer layer twisted out of colorful light.

Even Su Hanshan's palm, which was the light source, was stretched like a noodle, with slender fingers and rotating palm, which looked extremely grotesque.

But as the rotation speed accelerated, in the blink of an eye, Lan Qianfang could no longer see any weird images, and could only see the rich multicolored halo moving towards him.

"It's a small trick, disrupting the audio and visual!"

Having failed just now, Lan Qianxin was already angry, but now her anger was rising crazily, accompanied by strong self-confidence.

The nectar subdued the devil's palm, and he attacked boldly with 100% of his power, facing the opponent's multicolored halo, vowing to defeat it in one fell swoop.

However, in the eyes of Lan Yuanshi from the other direction, he saw a strange scene.

Su Hanshan just raised his hand, and Lan Qianfang took the initiative to fly up. He didn't hit anything else, but just slapped his palm towards the hand that Su Hanshan had already raised.

Originally, the two men in Antang were in two different directions. It was very difficult for Su Hanshan to take care of Zuo Longsheng at the same time.

Lan Yuanshi had already thought of many methods at that moment, but he never expected that Lan Qianfang, who was as capable and experienced as him, would not cooperate and rushed forward first.

The palms of the two people hit each other. Su Hanshan stood sideways, the hand he raised high squeezed out a layer of colorful light, but his face turned back.

He was still leaning against Lan Qianfang, who was flying towards him with one hand, and his expressionless face was already looking at Lan Yuanshi.

Blue rough stone... creepy! !

(End of this chapter)