I Honor

Two Hundred and Sixty Eight

Whoosh, whoosh, the sound of piercing the sky is endless, if you close your eyes, it seems that there are arrows shooting all over the sky, you can use your eyesight enough, but you can only see a small amount of pure white or dark sword energy, the rest None are visible.

But as the surrounding faint clouds were pierced, the outlines of the sword qi seemed to appear in the minds of most people, making them terrified. If they faced such an attack, their weapons would definitely be broken and their bodies would be beaten thousands of times. It’s full of holes, no, it may not be full of holes, maybe a burst of sword energy can explode the whole body.

In the face of this rock-shattering rain of sword energy, Yan Chong’s goal remained the same, he did not retreat but advanced, the long knife surged out, the knife force gushed out, the knife intent surged, and the surrounding moisture became darker and darker, as if it had condensed into a monstrous tsunami.

The saber’s momentum tore through the sky, and suddenly swallowed up the dozens of sword qi that were hitting him, continuouslyThere is a sound of energy colliding, and the sound of gold and iron

In this attack, he can only resist with external moves, falling into the disadvantaged passive defense.

Xuanzhen raised his left hand up, secretly pronouncing the Buddha’s name, and slowly slapped out his right hand until it was empty.

It seems to be slow, but the surrounding air flows into the palm silently, the void shakes, the world shrinks, and it seems that it is completely covered by the palm.

The sword qi hit Xuanzhen’s right palm one after another, either directly hitting or bending inexplicably, as if they couldn’t escape the heaven and earth.

Wisdom in the heart, breaking through illusions, self-cleaning, the pure land is highlighted, there is a strong wind in the bursts of sutras, and the “killing intent” is suppressed by the sword energy, losing speed, and everything becomes slow.

The right palm fell, the five fingers were pale gold, all suppressed, and the sword energy collapsed

Prajna palm practiced to the highest level, Dharma body cultivation base, is the Buddha Kingdom in the palm, the mountain of five fingers

“Young Master Qinglian” Liu Su narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he felt the incoming “Arrow Rain” all over the sky, suddenly. He recovered his long sword like a budding seed.

The surroundings changed suddenly, the blue light was hazy, not stained with dust, and the tassels were like a refined fairy, lofty and elegant.

The swordsmanship unfolds, the seeds spit out the pistils, and the misty blue light turns into petals with the momentum of the sword, slowly blooming, which is too beautiful to behold. Dreamlike.

Dang Dang Dang, one after another sword energy was perfectly blocked by petals of green lotus.

With the momentum of a single sword, it can be used as dozens of sword qi

The vision of heaven and earth is extremely beautiful, and so is the swordsmanship

This is an exterior sword move recorded in the Immortal Sword of Immortals, “Qinglian Sword Song”

Seeing waves of sword energy coming from head to toe, Meng Qi yelled violently, and his long knife seemed to slash and slash. Layers of air flow collapsed towards the sword energy, and the thick steel plate for defense crushed it.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he did not “crazy thunder shakes the sky”, but urged “heavenly injury” with the spirit of “heaven strikes five thunders”.

The electro-optical knife is full of energy. With a fierce and domineering posture, with the posture of a thunderous dragon, he rushed towards the sword energy, opening his mouth to eat.

Roads of scorched black appeared on the ground. Pieces of blue bricks were shattered, and there were faint electric lights jumping around.

Papapa, the sword energy disappeared. The Lightning Dragon was scattered, and its energy exploded, creating a wall of energy out of thin air.

There was no sword energy hitting the four of them, and the aftermath of the power of “Heaven’s Wound” all went towards the spectators.

Hong Qian was a middle-aged man with fleshless cheeks, with an indifferent expression and sharp eyes. He tapped the “Broken Star Sword” on the table with his right hand.

Zheng, the long sword was an inch out of its sheath, and the sword energy and strength shot out broke out of thin air, making it difficult to enter, as if there was an invisible sword wall here.

In the other direction, Wang Ruizhi smiled and pointed out that there was no sword energy in the middle of the void, and then all the sword energy collapsed inexplicably.

The feminine eunuch beside the prince took a step forward, and invisible ripples spread, and all the sword energy and lightning that came over were quickly shattered.

Eunuch Feng, who was protecting the King of Jin, refused to accept it. He snorted coldly and continued to slap and slap, like countless fine needles shot out, smashing the sword energy, lightning and strength one by one.

With the outsiders present, the aftermath created by He Jiu, Mengqi and others failed to destroy the hall.

The silvery white outside the hall was shining, roaring bursts, and the torrential rain hit the ground, making dense and noisy sounds.

The clothes on He Jiu’s body have become tattered, with holes one after another, each hole is smooth and smooth, and can create such marks on the soft cloth, which shows the condensed and tyrannical strength of his sword energy

The sword qi swished, spraying continuously from the three hundred and sixty-four major acupoints plus the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other orifices. He actually used his own strength to temporarily resist the tricks of Meng Qi, Yan Chong and others.

“Let’s do it.” Suddenly, Hong Qian whispered to Jiang Zhiwei.

Jiang Zhiwei was thoughtful, and leaped forward, jumping over the table, drawing the sword out of its sheath in one go.

The sword light lit up, pure and concise, full of vigor, with a posture of advancing, never retreating, and never turning back, passing through the scattered sword energy, and piercing He Jiu’s eyebrows.

She did not choose “Sword Out of Self”, but used “Yan Luo Tie”, but the timing was ingenious, the situation was accurately grasped, following the gap created by the five people’s fight, the long sword was not obstructed, and He arrived in the blink of an eye. In front of nine.

He Jiu was pinned down by Meng Qi and the others. The sword energy just now had been neutralized, and the new energy had not been generated. It seemed that he had no choice but to admit defeat or wait for rescue from outside.

Sitting not far behind him was an old man in a black robe, with many wrinkles on his face, and a long sword stuck in front of him. He was one of the foreign affairs elders of Donghai Jianzhuang, the guardian of Xingyunzhuang, and the “Eight Wind Sword” master. Yang Hao.

At this time, seeing He Jiu’s face contorted and blood gushing up, Gong Yanghao’s hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

When death struck, He Jiuru fell into hell, only to feel a tingling pain between his brows, and his body was empty. The sword energy that erupted just now made him in the weakest state at this moment.

Although it only took one breath, he could regain his energy, and he could explode the sword energy all over his body twice, but the long sword had already reached the center of his eyebrows.

This is a desperate situation and pressure that he has not felt for a long time.

He forgot that there are also location elders.

“Crack,” an illusory sound of shattering, and He Jiu’s brows split open rapidly. It was so dark and deep that he couldn’t look directly at it. A bright red sword energy shot out from within, and hit Jiang Zhiwei’s sword tip with a bang.

At the same time, the scattered and defeated sword energy surged again, as if withThe master is in contact again, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the air is full of sword energy, coming or going, straight or curved, the situation is not the same, the dead and angry energy between heaven and earth seems to be transformed into Sword Qi

clap clap. The tiles were pierced one by one, and the raindrops dewed, but before they hit the ground, they were smashed to pieces by the sword energy.

Whoosh whoosh, the beams and columns were broken one by one, but because it was too fast, the upper part was still firmly stuck to the lower part, and the house did not shake at all.

Breaking through Meng Qi’s return to the knife to draw a circle, using the emptiness of the sky to absorb all the nearby sword energy, Liu Su, Xuan Zhen, Yan Chong and others also used their own methods. Resist this vision of heaven and earth.

Just when Meng Qi was about to put the saber back into its sheath, Wang Siyuan stood up suddenly, drew out his dull “Sansi” sword, and stabbed out ordinary.

As soon as the long sword was handed over, he took a step forward, stepped on the gossip, and shrunk into an inch. He had already reached in front of He Jiu, “Thinking twice” impartially. At the moment when the bright red sword energy hit Jiang Zhiwei’s Baihong Sun Piercing Sword, it stabbed He Jiu’s eyebrows in succession.

This is the life of the young master

Gong Yanghao was shocked, he didn’t expect that the young master of the Jiangdong Wang family would do such an unimaginable thing on such an occasion.

With a thought in his mind, the sword will strike first.

when. The sound of an invisible collision erupted, and he saw Wang Ruizhi point out a finger.

He Jiu stared wide-eyed, as if there was a stagnation in the surrounding time and space, and the sword energy suddenly reversed. poured into his body one after another, and all returned

The sky was bright, and blue lightning illuminated the night. Let people see low-hanging lead clouds and torrential rain like lines.

Compared with it, the blossoming fireworks are like the light of fireflies, how can they compete with the bright moon?

bang

The cyan thunder pierced through the roof and landed on He Jiu’s head.

catastrophe, this is catastrophe

Including a few outsiders, I don’t know how many people fell into shock. He Jiu seemed to have directly broken through from the realm of the unity of man and nature to the outside scene, so it attracted the punishment of heaven.

Meng Qi was also stunned, but he was always out of his mind, and he thought inexplicably, if I trigger the thunder mark at this time, and then attract a heavenly punishment, no one will be able to save He Jiu outside the scene, and he will disappear in smoke

Wang Siyuan had already put away the “Three Thinking Sword”, and stood quietly beside He Jiu, like a Dharma protector, with pale brows and deep eyes.

With a long roar, He Jiu overwhelmed the thunder, and endless sword energy erupted, mobilizing death energy, anger, and part of the power of heaven and earth, drowning him whole, and facing the thunder mightily.

boom

Lei Guang was defeated, the sword energy was scattered, and He Jiu disappeared without a trace.

This is the subconscious thought of many people.

Moments later, they felt something was wrong. There seemed to be a sword energy wandering around, but it was invisible and formless, and they couldn’t grasp it at all. Even Hong Qian changed his color slightly.

He Jiu suddenly reappeared, wearing a robe full of holes, and slowly landed in the center.

The whole hall suddenly became illusory, and Meng Qi had an inexplicable feeling that as long as He Jiu moved his thoughts, no one in the hall could escape the attack of the sword energy, the invisible and formless sword energy

At this time, Wang Siyuan chuckled: “Brother He, I will lend you Heavenly Tribulation.”

His temperament became ethereal, his brows slowly opened, the universe shook, Kanli Gendui, illusory golden gossip symbols appeared one by one, with the shock position as his eyes, absorbing the scattered thunder of heaven’s punishment.

At the same time, streams of Yin fire shot out from Wang Siyuan’s feet, burning his flesh and soul, as if to burn him to ashes.

He also went directly from the “Nine Apertures of Heaven and Man” to the location

The gossip rotates, the thunder light condenses, and then shows the majesty of yang and rigor, and smashes the yin fire with a bang.

In the masterpiece of golden light, Wang Siyuan was surrounded by hexagrams.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth and thought, He Jiu has to rely on Qi machine to pull him, and outsiders can stimulate him to step into the outdoor scene, while Mr. Wang will do it himself. Shi Ran did it, but he took advantage of He Jiu’s opportunity when he endured the catastrophe.

But magic sticks are like this, the hexagrams are not exhaustive, things are not clear, and you can’t be a bird of the head

The void endured, as if it could not bear it, it was about to break open, one after another hexagrams dissipated, and Wang Siyuan disappeared without a trace.

“Cough, thank you, Brother He.” Wang Siyuan’s voice suddenly sounded.

Until this time, including a few outsiders, everyone realized that he had returned to his original seat at some point, raised his wine glass, and respected He Jiu from a distance. His whole person seemed to have not changed, he was still so thin and weak, with his eyebrows and eyes like a woman, but If you don’t pay attention, you will forget him, as if he is the one who disappeared from the sky.

Watching He Jiu and Wang Siyuan ascend to the sky in one step, from the nine orifices to the outside scene, Meng Qi said that he was not envious and jealous, but he was more full of fighting spirit and excitement.

Such characters are the opponents I want, defeating them in the future will give me a sense of accomplishment

If the people around you are all mediocre and mediocre, how happy will you be even if you reach the top?

Without you my sword would be thirsty

Meng Qi has no inferiority complex at all. When He Jiu and Mr. Wang had nine orifices, he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t opened them yet. Now that he has eight orifices, they only went to the location. One day, they can catch up.

In time, we must beat up Wang Shenzhu

The rainstorm stopped, the dark clouds dissipated, and the fireworks took off again, colorful, and it was another new year to be continued

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two hundred and sixty ninth