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Chapter 286 The Second Eighty-Five Meow: The Final Battle (4)

The black clouds are like galloping horses, spreading over the top of the head layer by layer, accumulating thicker and thicker.Lightning rolled in with the sound of thunder, and the strong wind raged on the ruined land.

Swarms of black-colored strange fish swim in the thick clouds, and a sound of thunder rushes out from the depths of the sky. When the fish see the thunder, it is as if they have encountered a delicacy that cannot be missed, and they rush forward without hesitation.

Boom!Boom!
The sound of thunder exploded in the ears, exuding an extremely ferocious aura.

Hua Jiu saw that in the strong wind, Chen Jingzhi's hair was blown in a bun and his face was wrinkled, but the sword was always upright and majestic!
His body was always shrouded in the phantom of a green pine, composed of thousands of sword lights, which complemented the wooden sword in his hand.

Qingsong stands proudly, tenaciously, just like Chen Jingzhi's integrity.

Green pine is the last sword intent he comprehended in his twilight years.

The battle was fierce, and Chen Jingzhi was facing each other. Jun Youning stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, and his whole body exuded the power of coldness and strength, which was sacred and inviolable.

He holds the Frost and Cold Sword in his hand, the dense and piercing light of the sword is like stars, intersecting layers, and the cold light flickers like a galaxy across the sky.

Starfall!

Ten thousand points of cold light flew, Chen Jingzhi was happy and fearless, the green pine behind him swung, and he held his sword to meet the attack.

boom!
A large piece of dazzling light engulfed the figures of the two people, and at the same time, a terrifying icy air roared into the air, freezing the surrounding air inch by inch, and then shattered!

Hua Jiu's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she looked ahead nervously, two bursts of lightning struck down, Xin Shicheng helped Chen Jingzhi block one in time.

But behind Jun Youning, a dead body from the Heavenly Tribes suddenly rushed up, hit the thunder, sparks and flesh and blood splashed all over the place.

The unmanned Great Immortal City Formation relied on its own induction, and after three days of uninterrupted consumption, the intensity and speed of the thunderstorms at this time were no longer comparable to the first day.

The light dissipated, and Jun Youning stood still in the air, holding a sword flower and said with a smile: "Senior, you still remember, this is the sword move you taught me."

Chen Jingzhi clutched his chest, spat blood to the side, and said with a smile: "Very well, it seems that you haven't forgotten to practice your sword all these years, but your sword has only bones but no soul, and it's still far away."

Chen Jingzhi glanced at Xin Shicheng from the corner of his eye, and Xin Shicheng, who was panting with a pen in his hand, immediately frowned as if his tail had been stepped on: "What are you looking at, I will die behind you if I die, and I won't finish singing the song "Happy Event Arrives" on your grave." 'Stand on two more feet, and the old man will not rest in peace when he dies."

Chen Jingzhi looked disgusted, but the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. This happened to be seen by Hua Jiu, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for Xin Shicheng. He wanted to block the thunder for Chen Jingzhi and Aunt Xu who were fighting fiercely over there. He has to bear the power of backlash this time alone.

And every time you have to pick the right timing, even if you miss it by a breath, it will kill Chen Jingzhi and Aunt Xu.

However, in the face of all the trust entrusted by Chen Jingzhi and Mrs. Xu, Xin Shicheng endured the pressure and never made a mistake.

"Since I met it today, I will teach you again, what is sword intent!"

Chen Jingzhi snarled, and slashed out with swords in both hands.

Thunder came out of the sword, shaking in all directions, and the huge sword light collapsed into a long peach blossom in mid-air, covering the sky with pink, making people feel as if they were in a sea of ​​peach blossoms, beautiful and beautiful.

"That's the sword intent he taught Chunhua. That's how he abducted Chunhua back then." Xin Shicheng had a nostalgic smile on his face.

Chen Jingzhi looks old and stubborn now, but when he was young, he was also a slippery, ghostly kid, otherwise he wouldn't be able to comprehend so many sword intents all at once.

Speaking of it, his son Chen Chuxin is more like Chunhua, but Yu Zhengze is very similar to Chen Jingzhi when he was young. If Yu Zheng hadn't been picked up by himself, he would have doubted whether Yu Zheng was carrying Chunhua on his back. Born outside.

Thinking of this, Xin Shicheng's mouth overflowed with a lost smile, he swiped his brush, drew a sika deer in mid-air, and jumped to meet it.

Hua Jiu looked at the sika deer in surprise, it was so lifelike, it was as vivid as the real thing, and it was very different from Xin Shicheng's previous four-faced deer.

Facing the peach blossoms all over the sky, Jun Youning's figure was unreal, but the peach blossoms still wiped him away all at once.

The sharp sword intent burst out from the blossoming plum blossoms, and the terrifying force tore Jun Youning's body apart. When the plum blossoms dissipated, countless blood burst out from Jun Youning's body, and the snow-white clothes were instantly dyed a deep red.

The advantage of this trick is that it is overwhelming and unavoidable.

But the disadvantage is also obvious, the power is too scattered, not enough to kill Jun Youning at once.

Chen Jingzhi was still worried about Xin Shicheng, the strength of the thunderstorm would change according to his moves, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that Xin Shicheng would be killed by the thunderstorm, so he didn't dare to use his full strength.

Jun Youning seemed to have realized this point. With a wave of his sleeve, emerald green light swept across his body, and the wounds on his body healed immediately.

"Senior, you are still as soft-hearted as ever."

As soon as the words fell, Jun Youning waved his arms, and the broken corpses were manipulated by him to hang around like puppets on a string, horrifying.

Seeing this, Xin Shicheng yelled: "Old Chen, you embroidered pillow, donkey dung! You are too old to handle swords anymore? Come on, come on, get off and tell me to come on, I still have a lot of strength!" There's nowhere to vent!"

"You fucking shut up!" Chen Jingzhi cursed angrily, he understood what Xin Shicheng meant, and raised his sword again to kill him.

Seeing Chen Jingzhi's momentum rising steadily, Xin Shicheng's pressure increased sharply.

Hua Jiu couldn't help at the moment, so she could only press her two little paws on Xin Shicheng's body, and use a small amount of yin and yang energy to help him recover from a small amount of consumption.

Xin Shicheng gave Hua Jiu a gentle look, and continued to draw with his brush.

For a moment, the battle between Chen Jingzhi and Jun Youning became fierce, amidst streams of light and explosions, Hua Jiu looked worriedly at the battle between Aunt Xu and Feng Xie in the distance.

Feng Xie's body was like a fog of insects, constantly colliding with Mrs. Xu's ghost fog.

But Guixiu's body has no substance, he is not afraid of Gu or poison, Fengxie's Gu art can't hurt Aunt Xu.

Feng Xie has the natural advantage of being a cat demon, and her speed is as fast as lightning. Mrs. Xu's ghost fog can't catch Feng Xie either, so she can only use other spells to attack.

The two of them fought in a stalemate like this, consuming each other.

However, in Hua Jiu's view, Feng Xie seemed to be saving his strength, playing with Aunt Xu just like playing with a mouse, deliberately increasing Aunt Xu's consumption.

Aunt Xu was seriously injured by Qi Dongxian's flaming arrows before, and the flaming yang energy is the most effective against ghost cultivators, and it is the Achilles' heel of ghost cultivators. Such injuries cannot be healed without long-term nourishment by the qi of incense.

At this moment, being so consumed by Feng Xie, Aunt Xu's aura has become weaker and weaker, obviously she can't last long.

The road of ghost cultivation is full of difficulties and dangers, and if you are not careful, you will never recover. The reason is that there are too many weaknesses.

Therefore, unless one is so obsessed with being reincarnated, one would not choose to be a ghost cultivator unless one has great perseverance.

At this time, Feng Xie dodged the cloudy fire rain poured out by Mrs. Xu, the insect fog around him was absorbed, and three golden lights shot out from his sleeves.

When the golden light crashed into the ghost mist, a piece of golden fire was ignited, like the light of a vast Buddha, sacred and solemn.

Aunt Xu's complexion changed drastically, and she hurriedly cut the ghost fog away from her body, stepped back several steps, and looked at the three golden cicadas floating in the air in front of her.

Feng Xie crouched in mid-air, flicking his tail and said with a smile: "This is the Golden Cicada Gu. Only by capturing 99 golden cicada larvae bathed in the light of the Buddha in the temple can one refine a Golden Cicada Gu. This kind of Gu It specializes in subduing yin and evil things, and the yang energy in the blood of the black cat is stronger than that of ordinary blood. These three golden cicadas are made with my blood~"

Aunt Xu laughed hoarsely, threw away the rolling pin in her hand, and with the sound of cracking bones, she straightened her stooped back little by little.

"Old lady, I came here today, and I don't plan to go back. The one who can pull a back is the one!"

The wind is blowing, and all ghosts are howling.

Countless child-like ghosts seemed to have broken free from the shackles, tearing and running out from the hump on Aunt Xu's back, forming a wave of ghosts above Aunt Xu's head, each of them was filled with resentment, as thick as ink.

For a moment, the color of the world changed, and under the lightning and thunder, the ghosts were frightened, and they rose and fell in the tide of ghosts.

(End of this chapter)