I Am Immortal

  Chapter 146 Cut and Kill!

  The sound of the rain is pattering, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The boundless water vapor escaped and fell, but for some reason, it was always peaceful, as if the murderous intent that Zhou Nuchang felt was just his illusion, and there was also a feeling of boundless emptiness, as if they were enemies. This piece of heaven and earth is general, invisible and intangible, but vast and majestic, extremely vast.

  The enemy is a human being and can be beheaded.

  If the enemy is raining from the sky, what can the blade do?

   Zhou Nuchang's palm holding the handle of the knife broke out in a little cold sweat.

  The army formed by the luck of humanity rose up with evil spirits.

  At the beginning, the qi mechanism was extremely vast and majestic, like a dragon whistling.

But the murderous aura lingered in the rain without revealing it, as if a terrific commander had lured out Zhou Nuchang's army of humane luck, and then restrained it again, causing their army's evil spirit to start rapidly Weakened down.

  Suddenly there was another gust of wind.

The sergeant in the army was stimulated, turned around instinctively, swung the knife, the blade was sharp, and a burst of cold light was torn away, smashing the rain, but there was nothing in that place, and the evil spirit of the army suddenly surged After that, it once again declined to a situation worse than before.

   Again and again, and then decline.

   Zhou Nuchang's back was covered with cold sweat—

  The person who made the move was also the leader of the military strategist?

   Such a style, is it a military strategy?

Zhou Nuchang knew that he couldn't go on like this any longer. He gritted his teeth and mobilized the evil spirit of the military strategist on himself, and then brushed the blade with his palm. Suddenly dispersed, Zhou Nuchang's appearance seemed to become more majestic, and when he opened his mouth, it seemed that countless people roared in unison:

   "Evil heretics, people who refuse to be enlightened."

   "Back off!"

A force of primordial thoughts mixed with an unknown number of people suddenly spread, and it seemed that a force exploded with this as the center of the circle, and the whole rain curtain seemed to be blown into a piece of rain and fog. The rain and fog spread, and Zhou Nuchang watched I saw a young Taoist in black and a mask sitting on a bluestone not far away.

  Humanity luck is achieved by gathering the thoughts and vitality of tens of thousands of people.

  It is completely different from the pure, pure and pure way of Taoism.

   It is because of the Taoist sect that one cannot enter the court if one truly cultivates.

  It is also extremely difficult for the human royal family to achieve deep attainments in Taoist practice.

  Human Dao Qi Luck is precisely the means of extremely restraining the Taoism.

  It's ridiculous to say, but there is only one word [miscellaneous].

Zhou Nuchang's eyes lit up suddenly, dragging the knife in his hand diagonally behind him, he stepped forward suddenly, his right foot stepped on the ground, a burst of energy exploded, the rain scattered in all directions, and hit Qi Wuhuo in front like a tiger With such momentum, the other dozens of soldiers were also like this. They were pulled by the luck of humanity, followed closely behind, and drew out their knives with their blades.

   "Cut!!"

   There was a loud shout like thunder.

  The young Taoist stepped back slightly, and opened the five fingers of his right hand slightly.

Countless raindrops gathered and turned into silk threads. The sky and the earth seemed to be turned into a guqin. When the fingers were plucked, the sound of the piano was clanging, shaking the soul, and the rain moved with the wind, as if swords were fighting towards Zhou Nuchang. The eyes of the latter opened up angrily, without the femininity of the previous one, the saber technique was fierce, and he slashed down fiercely one after another.

   Chop all the sword energy turned into rain into pieces, chop them into pieces.

  At the same time, the sergeants behind were either seriously injured in the waist and abdomen, or were wounded in the wrist holding the sword, and gradually couldn't keep up with him.

   Zhou Nuchang's momentum is like a rainbow.

A sudden blow sweeps across thousands of junjun, sweeping away all the rainwater. On the edge of the blade, it is full of vigor and can cut off three pieces of iron armor. It can chop a beast from the forehead to the tail in one breath, and split it in half. The knife is so powerful that the appearance of raindrops falling on the blade and then splashing can be clearly seen, Zhou Nuchang said angrily: "The traitor!!"

  Stepping forward with his right foot, the horizontal slashing knife crossed a semicircle, and then turned into a vertical slash.

   cut down like a thunderbolt—

"die!"

The boldness displayed is great, and it is also different from the past. You can know that he can be the right and left hand of the prince not just by slapping horses, nor is he just as incompetent as the civil servants and generals think. There was also a ruthless character rushing into the formation, and the blood exploded suddenly, but Zhou Nuchang's movements stopped suddenly.

  The knife in his hand slashed down and hit the young Taoist, but it was just ripples in the water.

   At the same time, an extremely intense tingling pain emerged.

  The condensed strength suddenly collapsed.

He lowered his head slowly, and saw more ripples spread out in the rain curtain, and as the ripples spread out, a black sword appeared in the place that was thought to be empty in front, wider than ordinary swords, It was almost a palm wide, and it just existed here quietly, half of it had been submerged in his body. Zhou Nuchang's eyes widened slightly, and he murmured:

   "The method of controlling water and concealing form..."

   This sword is placed here.

  Then hide it with the exquisite water refraction method.

   It was he himself who charged up at a speed far exceeding that of a galloping horse.

Therefore, the sword easily pierced through the soft armor on his body, and pierced through the back. This sword was a serious injury. He looked forward and saw ripples on the body of the young Taoist, and then collapsed and fell. On the ground, but only a little water stains.

  Zhou Nuchang murmured: "... Taoism, real person?"

"who?!"

"who is it!"

   Zhou Nuchang covered the wound with one hand, and a knife in the other. Looking at the vast rain, he screamed angrily:

   "Who killed me?!"

"come out!"

"Come out!"

"come out!"

  Suddenly there was the sound of birdsong.

Zhou Nuchang was slightly stunned, and then looked up at the high place not far away. Under the luck of humanity, this time he finally saw it—the rain was pattering, and a young Taoist was sitting on the extended part of the high mountain, holding a cup of The cup is being dumped at will, the water flows down and turns into rain and mist, and the rain and mist disperse, and it becomes cloud, and the cloud falls again, and the patter has become heavy rain.

   This rain.

   Only the Taoist poured a glass.

Zhou Nuchang clutched his wound, dazed for a moment, swayed his body, and then directly touched the ground with the knife in his hand, endured the blackness in front of his eyes, forced himself to smile and said: "A Daoist real person, with one inborn qi, uses a little real qi as a guide, Evolving all things, such a method was only heard in the past, but today I have really seen it."

   "This official is the leader of the fifth rank Qianlong Wei Zuo, and is ordered to work for the prince and saint!"

   "If the real person doesn't want to have the disaster of death, it's better to retreat quickly!"

   "Today's matter, I can let the past go, and not report to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

  The little peacock stood on Qi Wuhuo's shoulder, and said via voice transmission: "This person is so weird. He clearly wanted to kill someone just now, but now he looks like he's good to me?"

   "And what Aceh you kill him."

   "Obviously he himself hit the point of the sword."

   "He killed himself!"

  The young Taoist raised his eyes, there seemed to be a storm in his eyes, deep and invisible.

  He blocked the way earlier, but he was still worried that he might kill the wrong person.

  Pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata has learned the seal of Shi Wuwei, which contains the profound meaning of Buddhism and other minds.

Qi Wuhuo used his magical powers to influence the minds of these Qianlongwei, and let them express the things in their hearts. Because of this, the glass of rainwater gradually expanded, covering them all under this falling rain. Wuhuo's eyes were deep, and he said flatly: "People from Jinzhou, Qi Wuhuo."

  Seven words.

   Zhou Nuchang's words were completely blocked.

  Seven characters, Jinzhou people blocked the way to kill, what this represents is very clear.

  He opened his mouth, and when he heard the wailing sound coming from behind, he suddenly laughed out loud, and then cursed loudly: "Jinzhou people!"

   "Hahaha, what a Jinzhou native! How dare you have the guts to seek revenge!"

"The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. You should feel honored to pave the way for the saint with your life! How dare you come to seek revenge, how dare you! Determined by the fate of humanity, is it the king's land in the whole world, is it the king's subject on the shore of the land, you must die! You must die!"

The young Taoist lightly touched the little peacock with his fingers, then pinched the little peacock's head lightly with two fingers, turned it around, and said, "Play a game, count five hundred numbers, if you can catch me, I'll give you delicious food, and you can eat whatever you want."

   "Don't look at it."

   "Huh?! Yes, Azie!"

   "Then I counted, you hurry up and hide..."

  The little peacock is in high spirits.

  The young Taoist moved his five fingers slightly, using his own spirit to block the little peacock to the left and right, preventing the noise from entering his ears.

   Immediately got up.

  A violent gust of wind blew up around Qi Wuhuo.

  The young Taoist's robe was fierce, and immediately flew down into the air, appearing in front of Zhou Nuchang.

  The latter laughed loudly, stood up abruptly, and at the same time spurting blood, he was not afraid of death and slashed horizontally with a knife.

  The sword is majestic and fierce, setting off a storm.

  The blade is heavy.

  The young Taoist stepped on the blade with his right foot.

  Hold your hands behind your back.

  The black hair on the sideburns is slightly raised.

The rain dissipated in an instant, and then continued to fall. The blade was directly stepped down. Zhou Nuchang was about to draw the sword, but he heard the sound of the sword. Then he swung his sword, and the sword roared, breaking through the rain curtain in the air and stirring up the wind.

  But there is no rules.

   is not a supernatural power.

   Chopped directly on Zhou Nuchang's throat.

  The sharp blade directly tore open the flesh and bones, and chopped open the throat.

   Zhou Nuchang's human luck exploded, but he couldn't resist the sword luck.

Enough to ward off evil spirits, invulnerable to swords and guns, and invulnerable to fire and water, the humane luck seemed to see the greatest enemy, and suddenly tumbling up, Zhou Nuchang stepped back, Qi Wuhuo took a quick step, swung his sword, and the sword blew bursts With a roar, he forcibly split his luck, smashed the protection of Zhou Nuchang's official body, and cut into his throat.

   Zhou Nuchang's hoarse and ghostly voice was horrified: "This is!!"

"What's this?!"

   "Why can't the luck of humanity be overwhelmed!"

  The young Taoist replied: "This is the luck of humanity in the hands of the poor Taoist."

   "True, humanitarian luck."

  A trace of fear bigger and deeper than death flashed in Zhou Nuchang's eyes!

  The sword edge was cut, and a head rose directly to the sky.

  Qi Wuhuo's body swirled in the wind, and his body suddenly deflected, grazing straight towards a Qianlongwei whose wrist had been severed.

  The thief-killing sword in his palm swept open his throat, then turned around and pierced his heart with the sword, and kicked him off the sword.

  Turn around.

  The sword is raised to chop vertically.

  There was a surprise attack from behind.

   This sword directly cut into the face of the young man who had laughed at the old man's long sword, splitting his face in the middle.

   Under the intense pain, his eyes were lost, and blood flowed from his mouth.

   His eyes were lost, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Father, mother..."

   "My son hurts..."

  The young Taoist's eyes were peaceful.

   Then swept across violently, half of the head was gone.

   Kicked down, suddenly bent down, turned and slashed horizontally.

  A sword smashed the armor of a handsome boy.

   Slashed from the waist, smashed the kidneys, broke the ribs, and cut him almost in half.

  Qi Wuhuo appeared behind him and cut his foot on the crook of his knee.

  His knee was hit, and his body reacted instinctively.

  The handsome boy subconsciously knelt down, and then raised his head subconsciously.

   A sword has already been struck.

   Then another head flew up.

  Sword is a weapon for killing.

  It is not the wind of a gentle gentleman.

  If you fight.

  It will be tragic!

   This is the power carried by the strong aura on this sword, and what it uses is exactly the swordsmanship of the Xuanjia Army back then.

The sword qi tore at Liufeng, the innate qi attached to it, and then it tore through violently. In just an instant, this thief-killing sword had almost killed more than 30 people in this place, or cut off their heads, or pierced their hearts. They were all fierce, blood flowed down, and the sound of killing thieves and swords was shrill, just like the disaster in Jinzhou back then.

  Qi Wuhuo can directly complete the beheading with the method of Daoist Xuantong, but after using Buddhist supernatural powers and heart-initiated.

  A violent hostility rose from the bottom of his heart.

  Tao is human and human, after all, human is not Tao.

   After all, there are seven emotions and six desires.

The last one alive was a young man about the same age as Qi Wuhuo, and he was also the most ruthless person, with blood spurting from his mouth, he fell to the ground, rubbed his elbows against the ground, and murmured: "You, You are too cruel, you, you are going to go to eighteen floors of hell, go to eighteen floors of hell..."

  The young Taoist lifted up his sword and replied: "It's just using his own way to deal with his own body."

   "That's all."

   "If I am cruel, how about you?"

  The sword in the palm has been cut off, and another beheaded.

Finally, Qi Wuhuo let go of the Thief-Slaying Sword, the blade of the sword stuck upside down on the ground, howled endlessly, and his hands formed seals. It can be seen that many souls rose up, and one could see the deepest fear in their hearts when they dreamed back at midnight, and what they did Those things, kill the remnant soldiers, and don't even leave their relatives behind.

  Although Taoism is not enough, with the help of Luoyu's formation, Qi Wuhuo saw the souls of these people gathering.

   And they seem to have finally realized something.

Realizing that this young Taoist could see their souls, when they saw the young Taoist standing in a pool of blood, with black hair, a wooden hairpin, and a Taoist robe, his eyes were as clear as water, but with a hint of sourness that they couldn't melt. The bloodstains that opened, and the bit of icy chill finally made their souls seem to be frozen.

  The overwhelming fear made them collapse.

  Their souls fell to their knees subconsciously, kowtowing and crying: "Really!"

   "Really, spare your life!"

   "Really, please forgive us, we have already died, we really know that we are wrong, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."

   "I beg you, God has the virtue of good life!"

  The young Taoist asked: "When they begged you, what did you do?"

  The souls of many Qianlongwei are stiff.

  With the help of the rain array, Qi Wuhuo saw Zhou Nuchang's soul but still sneered: "Come and kill if you have the guts!"

  "...God has the virtue of loving life, Taoism has the virtue of not killing."

  The young Taoist left his left hand down, raised his right hand, and replied:

   "The poor are not easy to kill."

   "The poor are not the ones who don't kill."

   "It's just a drink and a peck, there is a cause and effect."

   "If I kill you, I have also entered into this calamity, and others can kill me with this cause and effect, it is no different."

  He stood quietly, and then swept his fingers with his right hand.

   In the void, there are swords whistling and whistling.

  The sword art of self-enlightenment is also the robbery sword that has obtained the three-point qi mechanism of the Shangqing Yimai.

  The sword formula fell.

As a result, every strand of rain shrouded in it became fierce in an instant, like a sword, the rain was like mist, and the mist was like a sword, every wisp of rain was cut with a sword, and in an instant, it was like a thousand cuts, ten thousand pieces. In the catastrophe of the sword piercing the heart, the rain was thick or light, all determined by the resentment of the dead contaminated by these souls.

  The young Taoist suddenly thought of the sentence that the teacher taught the method.

  【There is no such thing as good or bad, only people call themselves】

Turning around, the sleeves drooping down, his whole body was lingering, and his sleeves were full of calamity, Qi Wuhuo sensed that his soul could not bear the sword intent and collapsed, and was stimulated by the sword energy, entangled by the resentment entangled in his body and collapsed crazily , Hearing Zhou Nuchang's painful roars and roars, as well as those desperate screams—just like the thousands of people killed by him.

  The young Taoist seemed to let go of something in his heart, and his mood became peaceful.

   On the sword of killing thieves, the endless unwillingness and hatred dissipated a little.

  But still full-bodied.

  Qi Wuhuo felt something, got up and walked into the carriage.

  I saw the things hidden by the money, and I saw the [painting scroll] containing the luck of humanity.

  It is also the treasure that the prince has been thinking about and refuses to leave.

  (end of this chapter)