From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 118

"laugh!"

This sword was extremely sharp, Dahe Daoist couldn't stop it, and couldn't hide it.

However, his body suddenly turned into a transparent water figure at the moment when Jianguang was about to approach.

The Zangfeng sword passed directly through his body.

Seeing Zhang Wuji who appeared in front of him, Taoist Dahe gritted his teeth instantly: "Zhang San, you forced me to do this!"

Dahe Taoist knew that he might not be able to escape by running away, so a elixir appeared in his hand, and he swallowed it in one gulp.

In an instant, his whole body became transparent, but at the same time, an extremely powerful force rose from him, and he swung it violently, and five drops of bloody water droplets were thrown from his fingers, and they moved towards him silently. Zhang Wuji attacked.

"Shua!" Zhang Wuji slashed out with the black iron sword in his hand, hitting the first drop of water.

"Boom!" This seemingly weak water drop suddenly burst out with astonishing power, and Zhang Wuji was directly blasted back.

The next four drops of water followed closely and directly hit Zhang Wuji.

"Hey!" The second drop of water directly pierced Zhang Wuji's first protective Taiji sword suit, and the next three drops crashed on him.

"puff!"

Zhang Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes became serious, and his figure galloped back.

This is the first time he has been injured since he entered the Foundation Establishment Realm. If it hadn't been for the sword gang training method he has been diligently practicing to suppress the last three drops of highly corrosive blood that entered his body, he might have already become a A pile of dead bones.

"It's such a powerful water technique. I didn't expect Brother Dahe to be so powerful. Today's battle ends here, and I'll come to ask for advice in the future!"

Zhang Wuji's voice echoed in the dense forest, but his figure had already disappeared.

"Hehe, want to run? Big brother, do you think you can run?"

Dahe Daoist's figure flickered, his body that seemed human but not human, watery but not watery for a few miles, and in another flash he could already see Zhang Wuji who was fleeing at a high speed with his sword in front of him.

"What a fast speed!" Zhang Wuji's pupils shrank, and the sword light under his feet suddenly turned and directly pierced towards the depths of the distant mountain.

"Senior Brother Dahe wants to kill me, so let's see if you have the ability!"

Zhang Wuji laughed loudly, Xuanyuan Sword Sect's most important skill is the skill of controlling swords, he had never lost against Renbiao Feijian in Xuanyuan, so how could he be afraid of a magician who uses water?

"Chi!" Dahe Daoist's figure flashed out again, and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, sword energy suddenly appeared from all directions, cutting directly towards his body like countless spider threads.

However, the Dahe Taoist's body turned into a puddle of clear water the moment the sword silk passed by, and the sword silk died just like the previous Zangfeng.

"Hmph, small tricks!" Daoist Daoist snorted coldly, raised his palm again, and another five drops of blood slowly condensed.

"Hey!" Suddenly, at this moment, another sword light came galloping.

Dahe Taoist didn't even look at it. His water body can be said to be immune to all physical attacks, which is just right to restrain the flying sword.

"Chi!" As he expected, the flying sword passed through his body again.

Just as it passed through his body, there was a buzzing sound on it, and a piercing sword sound sounded.

This sword cry was not like an ordinary sword cry, but it seemed that countless people were speaking in his ears, there were curses, pain, and insults, thousands of voices, like the sounds of magic, were endless.

For a moment, he stood in midair in a daze, without any reaction.

And Zhang Wuji also suddenly approached Taoist Dahe at the same time when this sword made meritorious deeds. With a flash of the sword box behind him, 36 fire spirit swords and 72 water spirit swords drew traces in midair, and soon a sword appeared come out.

The fire spirit sword is inside, the water spirit sword is outside, and the transformation of yin and yang can be done in an instant.

"Lian!" Although Zhang Wuji's face was pale, his eyes were cold and bright. He sat cross-legged on the sword array, pinched the sword formula in his hand, and pressed his palm down.

"Boom!" The spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth was instantly aroused, continuously sucked into the formation, turned into water spiritual energy, and then transformed into continuous fire spiritual energy pouring towards Taoist Dahe through the conversion of yin and yang and sword killing formation.

"Ah!" There was a scream in the formation.

But Zhang Wuji didn't seem to notice it, more like an old monk in meditation, he didn't move at all.

This practice lasted for three days and three nights.

When Zhang Wuji opened his eyes again, a trace of fatigue flashed across his eyes.

With a wave of his sleeve, the Water Spirit Sword and Fire Spirit Sword were all put into the sword box.

In the formation, where there was still Dahe Daoist, only a storage bag fell on the ground.

Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand and put the storage bag into his sleeve, exhaled a long breath, turned his head to look into the distance and said with a smile: "Since Her Royal Highness is already here, why don't you come out and see?"

"Senior Brother Zhang, are you okay? It looks like you've been injured. I have a healing elixir here. You can take one!" Han Xian'er appeared with a concerned face, and took out two elixirs from the storage bag and handed them to Zhang Wuji.

"Thank you princess for your concern. I am indeed seriously injured. I will take medicine to heal my injuries when I get back home and stabilize."

Zhang Wuji put the pill into the storage bag with a smile and said, "Princess, let's go back to Luocheng together!"

"Okay!"

"Brother, can you still fly, or can I take you with me with the magic weapon?" Han Xian'er looked Zhang Wuji up and down, with an innocent and curious look.

"Also!" Zhang Wuji didn't speculate, still smiling.

"Okay, let's go!" A colorful handkerchief appeared in Han Xian'er's hand, and she threw it into the air, and the handkerchief suddenly became bigger and turned into a fairy handkerchief.

The figures of Zhang Wuji and Han Xian'er landed on Xianpa in a flash.

"Senior brother, this battle with Dahe Daoist is so thrilling!"

"Junior Sister, I was almost scared to death watching." Han Xian'er patted her chest in fear as she hurried along.

"Since Junior Sister is here, why don't you come out and help Senior Brother kill the thief?" Zhang Wuji still smiled.

"You two are too powerful, I'm a little scared!" Han Xian'er lowered her head, with a look of guilt on her face.

"No way, Junior Sister, you are the famous Shura of the Thousand Faces of the First Class Hall. I see that if you want to kill me now, Junior Sister, I won't be able to resist it!"

"Brother, do you want to try?" Han Xian'er suddenly turned her head and smiled sweetly at Zhang Wuji.

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji's eyes were also bright, and he sat up a little.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally they both looked away tacitly, as if the subtlety just now hadn't happened at all.

Han Xian'er's escape was fast, and she arrived in Luocheng in the blink of an eye.

Her eyes fluttered and she suddenly smiled and said, "Brother, let's heal your injuries first!"

"Brother, don't take what you said just now to heart. I can assassinate my little sister, but if you want to fight with brother, I'm afraid I'll be the same as that female assassin who snares the net...!"

(End of this chapter)