Pawn Crossing the River

Marshal Lei shook the ancient sword in his hand, his eyes were introverted, filled with cold and dead silence.

The next moment, Marshal Lei's figure swept away, and he followed the sword, heading towards Zhang Yuelu in the air.

Zhang Yuelu floats and moves, white cloud shoes stepping on the void, rippling layers of lotus-shaped Qi ripples, as if they are ripples on the water surface, and a lotus is born with each step.

After the two got close, they used sword to sword.

In an instant, like a battlefield killing, countless metallic clanging sounds sounded continuously, and sword energy continued to escape and shoot out.

I saw that every time the two of them drew their swords, they would leave a sword mark visible to the naked eye in the air. Looking from a distance, Zhang Yuelu's sword mark was white, and Marshal Lei's sword mark was purple. Not long after the two men fought, many sword marks were left in the air. These sword marks were criss-crossed, distinct in color, and lingered for a long time, cutting the dark night into pieces.

Marshal Lei casually threw away the ancient sword in his hand and let it float in the air. He pinched the sword with one hand and waved his sleeve with the other hand, turning the thunder and lightning on the sword into hundreds of swords and pouring them down on his head, densely packed like a torrential downpour.

Zhang Yuelu waved the paper sword in his hand, and Peiran's sword energy suddenly burst out. The sword energy on the three-foot sword poured down like a long river, scattering those thunder swords that were far sharper than ordinary weapons.

There was no wind in Marshal Lei's robes. I don't know if it was caused by his own qi, or he was blown by Zhang Yuelu's majestic sword qi. He looked calm. He pointed his sword to the sky and said calmly: "Get up." ”

The ancient sword that had been hanging by Marshal Lei's side was pulled by the air machine. After it circled a full moon arc, its speed became faster and faster, and then turned into a streak of white light. Finally, it was even so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.

Naturally, the "sword control skills" of the Heavenly Spirit Master are not comparable to those of innate people. There is no need to be strict with flying swords. Even a three-foot long sword can be used as a flying sword.

Although Marshal Lei's sword can't reach the level of the immortal's "flying sword that flies thousands of miles to kill a person's head", it must not be underestimated.

The flying sword from thousands of miles away destroyed the first peak in Zhongnan.

The speed was so fast that only a sword light was seen, followed by thunder and lightning.

Facing this sword, Zhang Yuelu's heart was as calm as water. He raised the long sword in his hand with his front finger level and started to run the "Cihang Pudu Sword Code". In an instant, the sword's heart became clear, and the whole body was protected from air to air. No matter how fast the "sword control skills" were, There is no opportunity to take advantage of it.

In just an instant, Marshal Lei's ancient sword collided with the sword energy emitted by Zhang Yuelu no less than a hundred times. Although the speed of "sword control" has exceeded the limit of holding a long sword and is extremely sharp, Zhang Yuelu only needs to hold on in front of him. Three feet does not have to circle around like a flying sword. It must remain unchanged to cope with all changes, so that this sword failed to achieve success in the end.

Marshal Lei was not frightened, but the sword technique in his hand changed again.

The master of swordsmanship has mastered the art of killing dragons wherever they appear.

The true energy was injected into the ancient sword and turned into rolling thunder and lightning, making it fly away in the air again like a thunder dragon.

At night, the wind and clouds changed, and the billowing black clouds were like the water of the rivers in the flood season, stirring endlessly.

Zhang Yuelu did not dodge, he let go of the paper sword transformed from the "no photo paper" in his hand, and let it hang in the air on its own. Seven-color light emitted from his body, and he saw that one paper sword transformed into two, two transformed into three, and three transformed into endless, countless sword shadows. Her back spread out like a peacock's tail.

Behind Zhang Yuelu, a figure of a hundred-hand Guanyin with a height of more than three feet appeared. Different from any statue of Guanyin seen in the temple, this hundred-hand Guanyin did not have a pure vase or a willow branch in its hands. Holding a paper sword.

This is the "Hundred Swords Guanyin".

Compared with the other three sword arts, "Cihang Pudu Sword Code" is less sharp and murderous, more compassionate, and more complete.

Zhang Yuelu waved his hand lightly.

Hundreds of swords move together like a hundred flowers blooming.

Above the night, countless sword energy criss-crossed.

As a last resort, Marshal Lei had to hold the sword again, and the vast sea of ​​​​Qi of the heavenly man began to exert force, like a surging ocean tide, using force to overcome cleverness.

The sword curtain is long.

Marshal Lei held a long sword and kept drawing a circle, like an iron curtain, letting hundreds of real and illusory swords swarm and shoot out, hitting the sword curtain, constantly annihilating and dissipating.

The sword energy intertwined with the lightning, making a chirping sound.

Qi Xuansu, who was watching the battle, originally thought that Zhang Yuelu would return in vain, but he never thought that after a hundred swords, the hundred swords would unite and turn into one sword, defeating the sword curtain that was already at the end of its powerful crossbow, stabbing Marshal Lei in the chest, and bursting into a ball of blood. flower.

Marshal Lei was frightened and angry, and responded unceremoniously regardless of his injuries.

The sword light flashed away, and the snow-white Dharma phase collapsed, turning into fireflies all over the sky, like fireflies flying, like heavy snow falling.

Zhang Yuelu appeared, floated back more than ten feet, and then stopped, relying on the ribbon on his body to fly in the air. The "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" she wore produced layers of white clouds, and on the clouds there were wisps of thunder and lightning like small snakes.

Zhang Yuelu shook up the "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" on his body, raised the paper sword in his hand again, and pointed it at Marshal Lei standing opposite.

At this time, Marshal Lei was also feeling uncomfortable. Zhang Yuelu's previous sword was not written by Cihang's lineage, but the magical power of the "Six Void Tribulations" was used. It took root, and the power of the Six Tribulations spread from Marshal Lei's chest to his limbs. Hundreds of corpses spread, and Marshal Lei had to suppress it with all his strength. Fortunately, his realm was higher. He could suppress it ten times with one force, but he still paid a certain price. There was only a thin stream of blood in the corners of his eyes and nostrils. The stream flowed down slowly, leaving blood lines on his face. He did not wipe it, but stretched out his hand to hold his ancient sword again, and said coldly: "As expected of the little master of Tiangang Hall, he is awesome, I admire it."

Zhang Yuelu did not answer, but gently waved the paper sword in his hand, and fired out a sword energy, forcing Marshal Lei to block with his sword horizontally. The energy in his body was shaking, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Marshal Lei was subject to the "Six Void Tribulations" and his cultivation was damaged. However, the paper sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand was much stronger than Marshal Lei's ancient sword. Moreover, with the guidance of a famous teacher, when the two of them fought, Marshal Lei inevitably fell into a disadvantage. middle.

After taking a hard blow from the sword, Marshal Lei stopped speaking forcefully and concentrated on resolving the "Six Void Tribulations" in his body.

Zhang Yuelu gently shook the "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" on her body, shaking off the red sword energy in the clouds surrounding her body. She saw that her face was like a bright moon, her wrists were as bright as jade, her black hair was tied with a jade hairpin, and her body was white and raw. Clouds, arms wrapped with colorful streamers, holding a paper sword, with a calm expression and ethereal figure, just like a fairy from heaven.

Her face was as calm as water, showing no signs of joy or anger, and another sword flew past.

Marshal Lei's figure plummeted downwards.

Zhang Yuelu's sword light came at him again, and Marshal Lei had no choice but to fight back with his sword.

In an instant, the ancient sword and the paper sword in his hand struck each other more than ten times, like more than ten thunderclaps, piercing the eardrums.

If you defend for a long time, you will lose. After more than ten consecutive sword blows, Marshal Lei blocked almost all of them. However, he failed at the last moment. There was still one sword that could not be blocked. It fell on the chest, tearing out a long wound and filling the air with blood mist.

However, Marshal Lei also suddenly accelerated his speed with this sword, and his figure was like a meteor, falling towards Zhenwu Lake below.