Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 183 Feng Shui turns around, flying swords to defend against the enemy!

His pupils shrank, and he shouted, "Defense!"

He cherishes his words like gold, and when the word 'defense' comes out, a phantom flashes in front of him, and mist emerges one after another, turning into overlapping peaks to surround his body during his breath.

"Brother, this is a thousand obstacles. This is the magic weapon used by the Shadowless Sect of Southern Border. Be careful not to fall into its illusion." Murong Yan exclaimed.

The thousand-fold barrier looks like a mist, but it is actually forged and condensed from thousands of layers of tarantula silk, cotton silk from the Western Regions, and vine tendon from Chiba, and it is also mixed with phantom attributes such as nocturnal chrysanthemum, grass fairy grass, and true leaves. Spiritual plants can cause illusions in life, paralyze the mind and mind, and can also trap, entangle and block the enemy.

Murong Yan quickly revealed the origin of the magic weapon in front of Xia Houchun, so that he had a psychological preparation.

Wuyingmen, majoring in methods of escaping speed such as "Splitting Mirror Glance", "Myriad Changes" and "God's Journey to Nine Continents", is under the jurisdiction of the Demon Gate. It was integrated into a faction and attached to the southern Xinjiang court, and even Nanyan replaced Yan, and was picked out by a certain holy mountain elder and hung under the name of the holy mountain.

The head of the sect at the time was also aware of current affairs, so he sent his two daughters who had not left the pavilion to the elder's cave that night, and after presenting more than ten spirit treasures, his mountain gate was regarded as taking root in the spirit gate.

Xia Houchun's eyes flashed, since it is condensed from spider silk and fine cotton, it is naturally brittle and flammable. He sneered, and the mountain gradually greened to the side. superior.

Chi Chi Chi.

In an instant, sparks splashed in all directions, like fiery trees and silver flowers, extremely gorgeous.

Immediately after, a little bit of sparks dripped and stained the thousands of barriers, but only heard a burst of hissing, and then went out instantly.

"It can't even burn," Xia Houchun frowned, his heart sank.

Tianxin came back to his senses, and after thinking for a while, Su Mei frowned lightly, and said to Murong Yan: "Thousand layers of barriers are made of condensed and refined spider silk, but the craftsman who forges them has mixed with the ghost In addition to the stone powder, I am afraid that ice-attributed materials have been added to reduce its flammability."

"Instead of spending time on igniting this magic weapon, we should think of another way."

Murong Yan pondered, seeing that Yang Weijun who was almost wrapped up like a rice dumpling was about to get out of trouble, he said: "What can you do? It must be done as soon as possible, I am worried that Shixiong won't be able to hold on for too long."

The corner of Tianxin's mouth turned up, she glanced at her, and said in a low voice: "Don't you have a magic weapon of Baijin? Let him wrap Yang Weijun with this treasure."

Murong Yan's almond eyes brightened, yes, why didn't she think of it.

Immediately, he slapped the embroidered pouch on his waist, and a white horse escaped, heading straight for Xia Houchun.

"Brother, quickly seal him with this thing!" Murong Yan's voice came from beside his ear.

Xia Houchun's spirit lifted, "Okay!"

He caught Bai Jin and stretched out against the wind, just about to envelop the thousand barriers.

On the opposite side, Yang Weijun smiled and said, "Gian donkeys are poor."

Before he finished speaking, the big palm holding the Frost Sky Spear suddenly pushed.

At the same time, the 'Thousand Layers of Barriers' automatically broke through a hole, and with the thrust, the Frost Sky Spear quickly fell back, stabbing Xia Houchun's viscera at such a speed.

Xia Houchun's eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly, "Master Yang, take another arrow from me!"

While Yang Weijun's pupils shrank, Xia Houchun held the bow, nocked the arrow, and sent the string.

Boom boom boom! !

But three arrows were fired together.

The feather arrow made a diabolo sound, and at a rapid speed of piercing through the air, it went through the opening of the thousand barriers and went straight into Yang Weijun's left heart.

The sounding arrow arrived in an instant, Yang Weijun ridiculed secretly, a thousand obstacles are the best magic weapon, how can they be broken by a mere feather arrow.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought appeared, a warning sign appeared in his heart, his expression changed slightly, he raised his long sleeves without hesitation, mana emerged, overflowed his body surface, and turned into layers of mana barriers.

Er, boom! !

The three arrows exploded in an instant, and the mist of the Thousand Barriers was directly blown into blooming flowers, torn apart and completely scrapped.

The smoke and dust dispersed and the phantom mist shrouded Yang Weijun's eyes.

Xia Houchun let out a hesitation, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, he flicked his sleeve robe, Nan Kejian ran away and hid, when he reappeared, he was already beyond a thousand barriers.

With a whoosh, Nan Kejian penetrated into the broken thousand barriers, followed the messy air movement, and stabbed suddenly along a certain open wound.

puff!
The blade of the sword pierced through the abdomen suddenly, bringing up bursts of blood spray, which filled the sky.

The severe pain made Yang Weijun wake up instantly, he snorted and lowered his head suddenly.

There was a hideous gash in the abdomen, and the blood was gurgling, which was quite miserable.

While groaning, he used his mana, tapped acupuncture points quickly, sealed the wound, and stopped the blood flow.

Yang Weijun frowned, seemingly displeased, not only because he was displeased with being caught off guard by his surprise attack, but also because he was negligent about himself.

He half lamented and half appreciated: "That's right, after I entered the Tao, there are very few people who can hurt me so far."

Xia Houchun laughed loudly, "If that's the case, then why not do it a few more times."

Yang Weijun raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face gradually restrained, and he nodded slightly: "As you wish!"

As soon as the words fell, he flicked his sleeve robe, rolled up the broken barriers, and after shaking away the fragments of feather arrows scattered around, he suddenly jumped forward.

With an invincible aura that could kill everything, and a speed that made it difficult for the Qingdan realm to reach, he brazenly slammed into Xia Houchun.

His eyes froze intuitively, but before he could react, his figure seemed to have been severely injured, and his body flew upside down like a kite with broken wings.

Yang Weijun followed closely behind, and with a big hand, he gripped the Frost Sky Spear tightly, mana poured in like a vast ocean, and the barrel of the gun buzzed continuously, shining brightly.

He scolded with furious eyes, his hair burst into flames, and he uttered a word: "Go!"

The long spear was mighty and radiant, reflecting the entire city of Jinzhou.

The barrel of the gun made a rolling sound, like a carriage carrying a weight of [-] jin, driving the tall four heavy lead wheels, crushing the empty blue sky with lightning speed, leaving deep wheel marks in the air, and squeezing the space. It creaked under pressure, like a bed board that was overwhelmed and was about to break.

Tianxin jumped up, and the Tianxin Ling who had already been ready to go rushed out with a whoosh, and the token suddenly swelled and turned into a size of Zhang Xu, like a mountain falling from the sky, lying between Shuangtianqiang and Xiahouchun.

At the same time, the Bai Lian'Bai Brocade' that had returned to Murong Yan's hands spread out, like wings hanging from the sky, blocking the only way for the Frost Sky Spear.

It was as if the sky had descended, blocking its progress.

However, all of this was futile. Yang Weijun, who was driving the Frost Sky Spear, chuckled, "Pearls of rice grains, dare to shine?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura rose loudly, and the tip of Shuangtian's spear became sharper and sharper, like a sharp sword, splitting the winged sky in an instant, tearing a ten-foot-long broken hole.

Murong Yan's face was pale, and there was no blood in it, and after a muffled grunt, his figure sank down.

Immediately afterwards, the Shuangtian Spear continued unabated, under Murongyan's exclamation and Tianxin's icy face, it blatantly smashed through the real shape of the mountain transformed by the 'Tianxin Order', with a loud bang.

As if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and the sea of ​​clouds was churning, Jinzhou City was shaken and shaken. Countless people rushed around with their heads in their hands, shouting crazily, and the people in the city were filled with fear and panic.

They looked up in a daze, and saw that the high mountain collapsed inch by inch, turned into a sky full of stars, and finally floated down into a token, which fell into the hands of a cold-faced fairy.

She let out a wow, her breath plummeted, and Tianxin Ling suffered an unprecedented severe injury, almost devastated, and seemed to be in danger of falling down.

At the same time, the shock wave spread, and with the Song Mansion as the center, hundreds of pavilions and houses seemed unable to withstand the pressure of this man, and after a wailing sound, they collapsed.

At this time, the power of the Frost Sky Spear remained undiminished.

At this moment, even Murong Yan, Tian Xin and others were in despair.

The power of a real person is so terrifying.

In an instant, the Frost Sky Spear reached hundreds of feet in front of Xia Houchun.

Things took a turn for the worse, and Xia Houchun was in danger.

At this time, a monk appeared, put his hands together, bowed to Yang Weijun, and said with a smile: "Master Yang, this road is not going to work."

Yang Weijun raised his hand with a blank expression on his face, and the evil spirit of the Frost Sky Spear shot up into the sky.

When he raised his eyelids, his publicity was self-evident, and his brows exuded the heroism and aura of looking down on the heroes of the world.

He glared and shouted, his voice was like thunder rolling from the sky, like a thunderbolt exploding, shaking all directions: "Whoever stands in my way, die!!!"

The spear roared towards him, and as Tianxin and the others couldn't bear to look directly at him, Zhichan also flew upside down sadly, coughing up blood tens of feet away.

So far, there is no one standing in the way between Xia Houchun and Yang Weijun.

In the courtyard, the burly middle-aged man frowned, "It's almost there."

Song He's cloudy eyes flashed a bright light, "Wait a little longer!"

Wei Boyu beside him was already stunned. He looked at the figures in the sky with complicated eyes and mixed feelings.

Especially that handsome young man, whose exaggerated, undisciplined and arrogant arrogance completely disappeared, leaving only the determination and ruthlessness honed from the fierce fighting in the rivers and lakes.

Of course, even he has to admit that there seems to be a hint of transcendence in His Highness the Crown Prince.

He is already a mountain man.

His eyes gradually brightened, and there was an aura of fighting spirit on his body. Maybe even he himself hadn't noticed that there was a unique aura quietly bred in him.

With this aura, even the burly middle-aged man and Song He couldn't help but look sideways. After looking at each other, they nodded secretly.

This son finally understood.

But when Murong Yan, Tian Xin and others were helping Xia Houchun to stop the enemy, what was he doing?
He is lying flat?

No, he is cultivating his body and mind.

In other words, practicing swords.

First 'replenish energy', and then accumulate 'spiritual power'.

What is done on paper is always superficial, and I know that this matter must be done.

No matter how thoroughly he studied the Flying Sword mental method in his heart, he still had no time to actually fly with the sword.

As the saying goes, there is great terror between life and death.

Today Xia Houchun wanted to take advantage of the life-and-death crisis of being hammered to death by a real person, to force himself to practice the way of flying swords.

Success, since then stepped into the threshold of the way of flying swords.

If he failed, he would be cut off by Yang Weijun.

I saw that he breathed out lightly, his eyes were clear and calm, and his face was calm.

Holding the magic source in his hand, he made a move with one hand, and the 'Purple Osmanthus Sword' in the swordsman's hand jumped lightly, and it fell into his hand.

A sword groaned.

The mountain gradually turned green and trembled, and the blue sky turned into more than a hundred silhouettes, either cutting horizontally or vertically, or stabbing down, or bursting with sharp edges, trembling endlessly.

The Nanke sword vibrated silently, sending out waves of ripples, like an invisible sword swaying water, and the circles of ripples gently spread outward.

In his mind, he kept repeating the heart method passed down by the middle-aged swordsman. After several days, after he intuitively figured out the heart method, he began to touch the core formulas:

Touching it with the mind, refining the spirit into the sword, transforming the mind into the air; moving the mind, the sword will develop, and the sword spirit will be born, and the flying sword will be completed.

His eyes were burning, and his tense mind carefully controlled the mountain gradually green floating beside him.

With a light touch, the blade seemed to be elastic, and it bounced his spirit away.

He persevered, and after so many times, he was finally accepted by him.

Then, the spiritual consciousness gradually covered the mountain and gradually turned green, starting from the sword hood, then spreading to the hilt, and then jumping over the fringe of the sword, and jumping to the body of the sword.

As soon as the consciousness came into being, there was a scorching and tingling sensation in my heart.

The pain made him grin his teeth and cry bitterly.

Gritting his teeth, his heart skipped a beat.

呲呲呲.

A sense of scorching hotness spread into the mind, and the boundless evil spirit on the sword was like billowing magma, completely burning that ray of mind, turning it into a misty cloud of smoke, and disappearing without a trace.

He snorted, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his forehead was dripping with sweat, his eyes were in a trance, and his figure was like a royal throne.

With two fingers together, suddenly tap the temple lightly, like a dragon bell, making a loud buzzing sound.

The sea of ​​consciousness trembled, foam began to spit out from the corner of his mouth, and all the muscles in his body were twitching.

His teeth were clenched tightly, and after he let out a low growl like a beast, he suddenly bent his fingers and yanked hard.

He actually split a divine consciousness again.

With a flick of his fingers, his consciousness floated on the sword, and the corner of his mouth hissed.

A look of scorching pain appeared on his face, and he spat out a word: "Rong!"

The integration of spiritual consciousness into the magic sword is like smashing a brick with a fragile forehead, causing blood to bleed and dizziness.

Venus began to appear in his eyes, the world began to turn upside down, his headache was splitting, and he wanted to hit the wall for relief.

But after he slapped himself three times suddenly, his eyes gradually became clearer, and his trembling fingers pointed away.

The pale and tight lips parted slightly, and squirmed: "Enter!"

With a bang.

Such as piercing the membrane.

It seems to have penetrated a thick wall.

It even broke the barrier.

His spiritual consciousness broke into the mountain and became greener, and merged into it.

In an instant, a different kind of joy spread to the mind, as cheerful as a fish swimming in water, and as free as an eagle spreading its wings.

His eyes gradually calmed down, and with a slight glance, Nan Kejian came into view.

The shadow of severe pain reappeared in his heart, and he was a little apprehensive, but after he gritted his teeth, there was a trace of persistence in his eyes, persistence to himself.

You can't live without being crazy, and if you want to complete the journey that others have completed in years or even decades in just a few days, how can you do it without paying a price.

His eyes showed determination and perseverance, either not to do it, or to do the best.

There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and he clenched his fist and slammed it towards Shenting acupoint.

In an instant, the sea of ​​mind and mind set off violent winds and huge waves, the waves were turbulent, and the waves were surging.

If someone is watching his sea of ​​consciousness, he will find that a big hand stretched out from the sky, ruthlessly tore the sea of ​​consciousness in half, and then withdrew back with lightning speed, for fear that it would escape .

While he wasn't paying attention, he took out a wisp of his soul.

As soon as the big hand left, Xia Houchun's seven orifices began to bleed, like ink soul blood.

At the same time, he let out a shrill hiss and growled.

It was as if he had suffered the most severe and vicious screams in the world.

Even Yang Weijun and others in the battle subconsciously looked sideways.

The middle-aged swordsman was moved, with complicated eyes.

This kid is really cruel to himself.

He couldn't help feeling a little suspicious, whether it was a blessing or a curse for such a ruthless person to control the sword.

With a sharp weapon in his body, he had the desire to kill himself, not to mention that it was a peerless weapon in the first place.

Forget it, it's still early for all of this, you can talk about whether you can get it or not, worry about what to do.

However, after Xia Houchun withdrew a wisp of his soul, he pressed it on the Nanke sword without hesitation.

Buzz!
Nan Kejian seemed to have a spirit, and he actually wanted to resist.

Xia Houchun's eyes were red, and he growled, "Rong!"

The power of Peiran's spiritual consciousness covered it with all its strength, and instantly suppressed all Nan Kejian's resistance.

Chi chi sound again.

The familiar scalding pain struck again, but these Xia Houchun stopped crying, and there was a slight smile on his face.

At this time, Yang Weijun had just broken through many barriers and killed Xia Houchun in front of him.

He narrowed his eagle eyes full of vicissitudes, and said to himself: "The way of flying swords in Jianmen?"

His eyes were teasing, and he said in a low voice: "Ordinary people learn the way of flying swords, it takes a few years for the short ones, and decades for the old ones to achieve success, but I don't know what is so amazing about your 'flying sword' that you have studied for several days. ?”

Xia Houchun turned a deaf ear to it, his eyes were dim and faint at first, and there was still fine sweat on his forehead.

It seems that the integration of Nanke sword is not smooth, and even some difficulties.

Because of Nan Kejian's resistance, because of Xia Houchun's spiritual consciousness gradually weakening, and because his strength plummeted, he was rejected by Nan Kejian.

Only the strong are qualified to be its real masters!

At this moment, Xia Houchun seemed a little unworthy?
After several times of refusal, Xia Houchun was also angry.

It was the opposite of the sky, his eyes turned cold, and Shan Jianqing slashed at Nan Kejian with the remote control with his left hand.

Nan Kejian's vibrato stagnated, and his resistance gradually weakened, as if he felt wronged.

Xia Houchun snorted softly, and Er'er's spiritual consciousness poured in again, breaking through immediately.

Like a river rushing down thousands of miles, Nan Kejian's whole body was irrigated.

Then he did the same, and his spiritual consciousness instantly enveloped Zigui.

The sword body swayed, as if a human figure was floating, intending to struggle out.

Xia Houchun turned a deaf ear to it, and with a movement of his fingertips, the Nanke sword and the mountain gradually leaped up, and suddenly slashed towards a certain direction of the Zigui sword.

In an instant, a shrill scream sounded.

At the same time, Xia Hourong's face suddenly changed at the edge of the window of the study in Prince Jin's Mansion. With a wow, his face turned pale.

Immediately afterwards, he was furious, raised his head suddenly, stared at the direction of the Song residence, and remained silent for a long time.

Xia Houmo's face changed wildly, with weak breath beside him: "Father!"

Xia Hourong raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

After a long time, he lifted his deep eyes, and said in a low voice almost gritted his teeth: "Your son, you are about to become a climate."

Xia Houmo looked in disbelief, and was about to refute, but his lips squirmed, and he looked at his bandaged fingers, the corners of his eyes were gloomy and resentful.

"Xia Houchun, I will pay back ten times the humiliation yesterday!"

Song House.

Xia Houchun raised his hand and made a move, and the three swords trembled in unison, and the sound of the sword chant continued, as if he was inviting pets and acting good, to curry favor with his new master.

If it was said that Shan Jianqing and Nan Kejian were just guests in the past, then after today, he is their real master.

His heart relaxed, a gleam of joy appeared on his brows, and he muttered to himself: "From today onwards, you will truly be my natal magic sword."

Those who are born with their own destiny will die with the sword, and the sword will injure others.

One glory and one glory.

"All right?"

An abrupt voice sounded.

Xia Houchun raised his eyes, and saw Yang Weijun looking at her with a half-smile. There seemed to be a cat-and-mouse play in his eyes, as well as the lowering and looking down of a real person.

It seems that Ren Er has three heads and six arms or 72 transformations, but none of them can turn over the palm of his hand.

Xia Houchun shook his clothes lightly, the sweat evaporated instantly, and the bitter cold wind blew away his hotness and madness just now, leaving only calm and calm.

He smiled slightly, "Come on, please come and seek death!"

The world was silent for a moment.

Tianxin's eyes turned cold, Murongyan was helpless, how could Shixiong become rampant once he was proud.

Shi Chan rolled her eyes, and was about to pucker her mouth, but suddenly her face changed slightly, with a solemn expression, and she began to look at her nose, nose, and heart.

Yang Weijun didn't care either, he flicked his long sleeves, the Shuangtian Spear trembled loudly, and went away through the air again.

This time, there was nothing left to hold back.

Wherever the gun body passed, the sound of thunder billowed, like overwhelming mountains and rivers.

Xia Houchun's eyes were solemn, as if he was on a general's platform, and his eyes were on Shan Jianqing and Nan Kejian one by one. His bowstring was fully drawn again, like a full moon, and the sound of the string was humming, like the sound of a sharp edge spreading.

The three swords trembled at the beginning, and then floated in front of him, pointing directly at Yang Weijun behind the Frost Sky Spear.

His eyes were cold, and the black hair that was tightly bundled in the ink hairpin spread out in a hurry, floating in the air, flying wantonly, and let go with a flick of his fingers.

The sound of bowstrings was loud.

The three flying swords turned into three streamers of light, rotating and interacting in the air, flying up and down, changing the formation very spiritually, and in the blink of an eye, they came to Yang Weijun.

Yang Weijun's eyes narrowed, and he remained silent.

It wasn't until the three swords were about to pass by the Frost Sky Spear that he opened his eyes and said angrily, "Explosion!"

In an instant, the energy of heaven and earth was condensed.

The real person can already control the air mechanism of heaven and earth.

But Xia Houchun's eyes flashed, and he pointed in the distance, "Break!"

The three swords intersected with each other, surrounded by Shuangtian Spear, as if they had the help of a god, and slashed at the same time.

In the dark, Beng Beng Beng.

It seems that a bowstring has been cut off, and it is also like an invisible connection being cut off.

With a sigh of relief, the Frost Sky Spear was summoned by Xia Houchun to his side.

But Nan Kejian, Shan Jianqing, and Ziguijian continued to lose momentum, and they killed Yang Weijun in an instant.

Feng Shui turns around, come to my house now.

At this moment, the offense and defense changed.

It was Xia Houchun's turn to make a move.

In an instant, murderous intent overflowed, and sword energy was overwhelming.

(End of this chapter)