Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 62 Ten Mile Changting Pavilion Killing Finger Mystery

"I will teach you how to use a sword."

Tang Hui actually uttered wild words in front of the top-ranked master of swordsmanship, Sword Demon. The three corpses of the old sheepskin fur man jumped up and laughed back in anger. If Tang Hui beat him by luck with magic, even though the old man in sheepskin fur lost But if he beats him in the way of swordsmanship, wouldn't it mean that his reputation as a sword demon will be wiped out for the rest of his life, and he will lose his face at the end of the day.

It is not without reason that Tang Hui speaks so loudly.

Hundreds or even thousands of years of practicing in the hell of life and death, although it is a dream, those experiences of practicing and fighting are actually preserved in memory. There is still victory and nothing less.

Tang Hui has already perfected the Xuan-level extreme skill "Xuantian Sword Jue" and reached the pinnacle.

The sword, in addition to the sword energy and sword gang, also has the sword intent.

The eight swords in front of the old man in sheepskin fur have obviously grasped the sword intent, and have slightly touched the threshold of the realm of celestial phenomena.

But Tang Hui in the early stage of transformation, with six dantians, majestic spiritual power, and even the Houtian Lingbao, dared to fight even a monk in the Golden Core stage. To be honest, Tang Hui really didn't pay attention to Xuan Xuan, who was at the threshold of the realm.

If it were the one from Wudi City in Beihai, Tang Hui didn't dare to take it lightly and went all out.

Tang Hui suddenly threw the Houtian Lingbao Longquan sword into the sky, and the spiritual power of the six dantians was fully activated. He pinched the sword formula with both hands and muttered words.

"Taiji gives birth to Liangyi, Liangyi gives birth to four images, four images give birth to eight trigrams, and eight trigrams are infinitely transformed."

The Houtian Lingbao Longquan sword is actually above the sky, one life is two, two begets four, four begets eight...

A new Longquan sword is continuously split, split again, split again...

The clear sky was instantly cut into countless vertical and horizontal ravines.

The sword is raging!

Tens of thousands of fierce and fierce Longquan swords emitted sword energy, raging in the sky!

It's spectacular!

Stunning!

The old man in sheepskin fur looked up at the sky, his face changed drastically, and he slapped the yellow rosewood sword box behind his back continuously, even fearing nine nine eighty-one palms, a strangely shaped long sword with a sword-like aura slowly came out of the box, the sword body curved like The green snake vomits letters, its whole body is clear and clear, as thin as a cicada's wing.

The old sheepskin fur man held a sword in both hands, closed his eyes tightly, and his expression returned to the ancient well without waves.

The sword opens the gate of heaven!

The sky opened, and the flow was gorgeous.

There are glazed necklaces hanging down, and bright golden lotuses gushing out.

A pillar of Tianmen crashed to the ground.

When another pillar hits the ground again, the gate of heaven will be opened.

The old man in sheepskin fur folded his hands and leaned on the sword, his face was bloodless, and the curved green snake sword was pushed into the ground inch by inch by him.

Tang Hui's eyes were fixed, and he said word by word: "Please God's formula."

Nima, this is not scientific!

How could this old man know such a long-lost Daoist technique?

If the Nantian Gate is really opened, any of the lowest-level immortals who come down randomly will be immortals, even if it is an incarnation of an immortal who only uses one percent of the body's cultivation base, Tang Hui can be knocked out with one easy move. The beating was wiped out, and the soul was scattered.

Cultivators regard mortals as ants, so why don't celestial beings regard people in the lower realm as ants?

The old sheepskin fur man who forcibly opened the Tianmen with his sword was bleeding from his orifices, desperately trying to pull another Tianzhu down from a height of [-] meters.

Tang Hui pressed both hands, tens of thousands of sword qi locked on the old man in sheepskin fur, like a rain of swords.

"Ha ha."

The old man in sheepskin fur with silver hair stood upright, he chuckled, glanced at the stubborn donkey in the distance, and said, "Goodbye, old man."

The old man in sheepskin fur tried his best to push the curved green snake sword again, and shouted: "Please come down to the world to subdue the demons."

The whole body of the old man in sheepskin fur was poured into the winding green snake long sword. The green snake long sword was overwhelmed, and with a whine, it broke inch by inch, and the old man in sheepskin fur died completely.

At the same time, another celestial pillar crashed down, and a celestial figure slowly walked out from the celestial gate, with a peerless posture, looking down upon him.

"Damn it, the wind is tight, blah blah."

Tang Hui slapped the sword rain with one of the main body of the Houtian Lingbao Longquan sword fused into the eyebrows, turned around and ran without delay.

The immortals who walked out of the gate of heaven continued to move forward, allowing thousands of sword qi to rain down on their heads, all falling down.

It's just that the sword energy was smashed a few feet above his head without exception. When the last sword energy collapsed, it was only squeezed to a distance of one foot from the immortal's head.

Facing Tang Hui, who had escaped dozens of miles in the blink of an eye, the immortal stretched out his index finger, tapped lightly, and said calmly without the slightest trace of human fireworks: "One finger breaks the waves."

The ground was torn apart by a huge gully hundreds of feet deep, which quickly spread to Tang Hui who was tens of miles away. Dare to have the slightest reservation.

A nine-clawed golden dragon rushed out, risking all of this finger. Tang Hui quickly took out six top-quality spirit stones from the storage bag, threw them into the mouth very distressedly and decisively, and quickly transformed them.

The immortal was slightly surprised, and said: "The Houtian Lingbao? There is actually a Houtian Lingbao born in the lower realm? It seems that this time, it is not a loss."

This is not an incarnation of a fairy, but a clone of a fairy.

The difference of one word is like a world of difference.

The avatar can only have one-ten-thousandth to one-hundredth of the strength of the main body, but the clone can have one-tenth or even one-half of the main body's strength. Even if Tang Hui is now a Golden Core cultivator, even the Earth Immortal is doomed .

The immortal's body swayed slightly, and he appeared in front of Tang Hui, only a foot away. He stretched out his palm and said calmly, "The immortal caresses the top."

Tang Hui couldn't avoid it, the speed of the immortal was too fast, and there was no time to react.

Just now, they were able to react a little while separated by tens of miles, but they were narrowly avoided. Now the two are separated by a foot, when Tang Hui's old strength has been exhausted, and new strength has not been born.

The immortal's palm slapped Tang Hui's heavenly spirit cap, and blood flowed out from Tang Hui's seven orifices. How could the body that had just condensed not long ago receive the powerful palm of the immortal, and Tang Hui's physical body quickly collapsed, burst open, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Bone debris flew across.

"The world is boundless, the universe borrows the law, the spirit is immortal, and the soul leaves the body."

At the critical moment, Tang Hui paid no heed to the blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears, kept his mind on it, and said silently.

"Oh, it's interesting. Before becoming a primordial spirit, you can still get your soul out of your body." The immortal smiled slightly, and found that this transformed little monster received a frontal blow from him, and his body was actually destroyed, but his soul was not yet broken.

All of this is due to the fragment of the jade butterfly, the size of a fingernail, which was inspired by the sound of the great way when I first heard it.

"Forget it, I will personally come to fetch the Houtian Lingbao."

The immortal muttered to himself, and then his figure shrank, rushing into Tang Hui's sea of ​​consciousness in the spiritual platform, and personally came to fetch the Houtian Lingbao hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness in the spiritual platform.

Tang Hui's Lingtai sea of ​​consciousness was almost under the immortal's "immortal caressing the top", and was on the verge of destruction. The sky collapsed and the earth sank into darkness. Returning to chaos, only the small area where the fragments of the good fortune jade plate sprouted, the air of good fortune circulated, maintaining the last ray of vitality.

The five uncles immediately felt the invasion of outsiders, and quickly rushed towards the immortal who was striding forward full of immortal energy.

At first glance, the immortal just stretched out his hand to caress it, and five small snakes of different colors were driven away. The five indomitable uncles ejected again unharmed. The immortal frowned, and flicked his fingers, Hit the five uncles, making the sound of gold and iron clashing.

The immortal said with ecstasy and overjoyed: "It's actually the source of the five elements! It's just too small; I thought the Houtian Lingbao was the biggest harvest of this trip, but this monster actually has such a heaven-defying thing, amazing! Amazing!"

The five uncles couldn't attack for a long time, and they couldn't even get close to the immortal's body. They were extremely angry, entrenched in the front line, opened their mouths, and sucked fiercely at the immortal.

The fairy remained motionless, smiled indifferently, stroked his cloud sleeves, and said softly: "The universe is in the sleeves."

The cloud sleeves fluttered, and the bodies of the five uncles coiled up in a line were sucked into the cloud sleeves by the immortal. come out.

Tang Hui's tried-and-tested trump card didn't work. Standing in front of the germinated seeds of the only surviving jade plate fragment, Tang Hui suddenly lost the sense of being connected with the five masters, and was helpless for a while.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and schemes become pale and powerless.

The immortal stepped up again and walked towards the only ray of light remaining in the chaotic gray fog. As long as the soul of this transformed little monster is wiped out, the origin of the five elements can naturally be refined.

Tang Hui exhausted all his mental strength, unleashed a huge orange-yellow mental spur, and suddenly shot towards the immortal through the confused gray fog.

There was a contemptuous smile on the corner of the immortal's mouth, and he grasped the mental thorn spurted with his left hand, crushed it, and said slowly: "If there are any other means to suppress the bottom of the box, use them all, let alone this one. Xian didn't give you a chance."

The majestic spiritual power that Tang Hui was so proud of was so vulnerable in front of the immortal, unable to recover.

The fairy is getting closer and closer, getting closer.

Tang Hui held the Houtian Lingbao Longquan sword in his hand, planning to make the last desperate struggle.

The immortal walked into the last place of light step by step with an expression of indifference to the common people, intending to thoroughly understand Tang Hui's soul, and said, "Hand over the Houtian Lingbao Longquan sword, maybe I can spare your life."

Tang Hui sneered, clenched the Houtian Lingbao Longquan sword with both hands, raised the sword and stabbed straight at the immortal's throat, and said in a cold voice: "My generation of cultivators always go against the sky. Buddhas block and kill Buddhas, and gods block and kill them." God, immortals block and kill immortals."

Kill, kill, kill.

Three killing words in a row, each sound louder, heavier, and firmer.

At this moment, Tang Hui only had the word kill in his heart, his mind was as calm as glass, spotless.

The Houtian Lingbao Longquan sword was less than an inch away from the immortal's throat, as if the picture had been frozen, and it would never be possible to advance an inch. Tang Hui was sweating profusely, gnashing his teeth, and veins popping out of his forehead.

"Stubborn."

The immortal shook his head slightly, raised his right hand falsely, grasped Tang Hui's head with five fingers like hooks, and said, "Shake Kunlun with your hands."

Ge Di, sudden change.

The outstretched hand of the immortal started to disappear strangely, first the fingers, then the wrist, and then the arm.

The immortal turned pale with fright, and said in horror: "The Dao pattern, how can there be a Dao pattern here?"

Taking advantage of the momentary loss of the immortal's mind, the nine-clawed golden dragon of Tang Hui's Houtian Lingbao Longquan sword suddenly burst into golden light, and the Longquan sword suddenly advanced three inches and pierced into the immortal's throat; at the same time, the immortal's other hand The five uncles in the cloud sleeves finally broke free, their sleeves were shattered, and the five uncles bit the immortal without any hesitation, their eyes were red.

The immortal stared wide-eyed, and suddenly looked at the two emerald green leaves that sprouted, his face was full of disbelief, he couldn't believe it, trembling and unable to speak a word.

Tang Hui didn't stop, he was afraid of a sword piercing his throat. The immortal was not dead yet, so he drew the sword and stabbed again, then drew it out, stabbed it again, and then drew it out again, until the immortal was completely stabbed into briquettes, and then he stopped slightly. Sweat profusely.

The five uncles are not idle, this is a real fairy body, a great tonic, even if it is a clone, it is several times better than any natural treasures in the mortal world, and they all opened their mouths, mouthfuls. Biting, chewing, swallowing whole.

The immortal fell silently with a body full of fear and unwillingness.

Tang Hui felt relieved, and sat slumped on the ground. His originally majestic and wanton mental power became sluggish, and the sea of ​​consciousness in the Lingtai with a radius of two hundred feet was left with only a foothold, not even the reshaped physical body.

This battle was extremely tragic.

If it weren't for one ten-thousandth of the voice of the great way, the fragments of the good fortune jade plate would not sprout, let alone produce that trace of good fortune, and Tang Hui would have no chance to counterattack and lay down the great way pattern pit to kill the immortal Doppelganger.

It was also this immortal who was too blindly confident and greedy. If he hadn't been greedy for the Houtian Lingbao Longquan sword in Tang Hui's hands, how could he have personally taken risks and died here.

Tang Hui raised the last ounce of spiritual power. What natural talent and earthly treasure can be better than using the clone of an immortal to reshape a new physical body?

With the experience of the first time, the second time is naturally familiar with the road, but these five uncles have already gnawed off half of their bodies, Tang Hui glared at the five foodies, and the five uncles restrained slightly, knowing that Tang Hui is the master of Lingtai Consciousness Sea , with long halazi, swimming around reluctantly, looking back again and again at the half body of the immortal avatar reluctantly.

Half a piece is half a piece, something is better than nothing, and the remaining materials will be made up with top-quality spirit stones.

Tang Hui captured that ray of good fortune, drove it into the half body of the immortal clone, and then picked up the storage bag that fell to the ground when the body collapsed just now, and the top-quality spirit stones flew out of the storage bag automatically. Get out and throw it into the half body of the immortal avatar.

In just a cup of tea, the new body is condensed and formed, it can be regarded as the body of a half-immortal.

Tang Hui shrunk his soul into a yellow ball of light, put it between the eyebrows of the new body, and began to fuse with this half-immortal body.