The years when I explored the fairyland

Down the mountain,

On the battlefield.

Although Chu Zhou told them to delay time, Yi Huai and Wei Fangjie did not take a defensive stance at all. They showed a domineering attitude and would attack, attack, and attack again!

Wei Fangjie was facing the tattooed swordsman, who waved two scimitars like the wind, and there was a long chain tied behind him, which could be thrown out at any time.

With internal force and knife skills, he could stretch and retract freely, increase the attack range, and deliver fatal blows from many strange positions.

This sword technique is called "Soul-breaking Sword". Although it is a top-grade martial art, it is famous for its wide spread and difficulty to practice.

It is said that it is the martial arts of a certain sect. After the decline of the sect, it was sold as a commodity by the descendants of that sect, so there are many handwritten copies outside.

However, there are not many people who can practice this "Soul-breaking Sword" to a good name, because the requirements are too high. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself instead of hurting others.

This tattooed swordsman is the best in the practice, and he can even dance two scimitars so that the wind cannot cut through and the water cannot splash in.

From time to time, he would attack from a long distance and attack the back, which was also hard to defend against.

But even so, he was still suppressed by Wei Fangjie with a long spear.

The long spear in Wei Fangjie's hand was a special one, thick and long, just right for use in the domineering state.

He didn't use so many fancy tricks, just one shot faster than the other, one shot heavier than the other, like a stabbing like a storm, always aiming at the tattooed swordsman's head.

Just step forward, step forward, and step forward again.

As for the tattooed swordsman's attack, he would avoid it if he could, and if he could give way, he would give way. If he couldn't give way, he would avoid the vital points and directly resist it with his domineering body.

There were many knife marks on his chest and back, but it couldn't stop Wei Fangjie's pace at all.

The tattooed swordsman was so angry that he screamed and used all kinds of methods, but he was unwilling to risk his life, so he could only be forced to retreat continuously.

On the other side, Yi Huai was more miserable. As a senior brother, he consciously chose the one he thought was more powerful, that is, the big and small head cutters.

It is hard to say their strengths without fighting, but after all, they are two people, and they cooperate well, so they are naturally stronger.

Facts have proved that they are indeed more powerful.

The big head cutter was covered with armor, with as many as three layers. Ordinary warriors could hardly break his defense when facing him.

His weapon was a knife, which was thick and wide. Although the blade was not sharp, it was common to cut a person in half with one stroke.

The little head cutter was thrown around by the strong man, and the two short swords in his hands were like poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues, always greeting the vital parts of the human body.

Not to mention the poison quenched on the nails and the blade, which could take a person's life if not careful.

The combination of these two people has always been invincible. It is difficult for ordinary martial artists to escape when they meet them.

When Yi Huai fights with them, he can suppress one of them in a short time like Wei Fangjie by relying on his domineering body.

He can fight two against one. Even if he is willing to risk his life, he is a little flustered. He can only use the collapse force of "Breaking the Mountain" to continuously smash them out.

Until later, Yi Huai was also angry. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be slaughtered sooner or later.

So, he changed a fighting mode, no longer paying attention to the small head cutter, only staring at the big head cutter, using fists against swords, relying on his strong physique and powerful strength, that is, using force to suppress others.

The strong man can wear three layers of armor and use a heavy sword. Naturally, he is also a person with infinite strength, but when he encounters the domineering body of Xuanzhen Temple, he can only be crushed.

In addition, the heavy armor limits his speed and agility. He is beaten head-on and retreats step by step.

Of course, the little headcutter was already lying on Yi Huai, stabbing with two short swords, causing blood to spurt out.

This scene was fierce and cruel. If there was no external interference, the final result would be that Yi Huai would hammer the big headcutter to death before he died;

or Yi Huai would fall down exhausted before the big headcutter was hammered to death.

...

In the distance, under the shadows, a group of people had gathered here.

The leader was the big boss mentioned by the drunk old man.

He was dressed in black and holding a heavy hammer. Although his aura was hidden, he was no longer as lazy as before.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield in the air, and his eyes were extremely serious.

Behind him stood a group of strange-looking people. Although there were not many of them, they seemed to have their own specialties.

Among them, there was a young man who was playing with birds and dogs. He stood behind the big boss with his eyes wide open and a look of disbelief.

"Boss, then, then, that person is the one we are going to pick up this time? Why do I feel that he is more fierce than the Bell Swordsman?"

"Didn't he say that he didn't become an innate? How can he be so good at fighting?"

The boss exhaled and said, "As expected of someone Zhou Wu has chosen, he is really powerful."

The young man directly exposed his past: "Boss, that's not what you said before you came, saying that this person is a fraud and you want to give him..."

Before he finished speaking, the boss glanced over, his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "I Did you say that?"

"No, didn't you?"

"It's best if I didn't say that. I've said it before, but you've forgotten it. We should have enough respect for the strong."

After a pause, he looked around and asked, "Where did the drunkard go?"

"He should go to support the two junior brothers of that man. I heard that the man values ​​his junior brothers very much."

"Why don't you send a few people? If someone really dies, we will be in vain this time."

...

Another place, in the valley.

The big monk has already sat cross-legged, with his water-milled Zen stick thrown aside, a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and he is chanting something.

If you listen carefully, it is the content of the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra", and there is a faint golden light of Buddha's power flowing in his body, as if he is ready to go, and waiting for something.

His eyes are fixed on the battlefield in the air...

Just waiting, waiting, the ghost he is expecting has not appeared, so he can only continue to wait.

...

At the foot of the mountain, outside the battlefield.

Wei Jinkui has been protecting a group of people and driving horses to retreat here. Just looking at the battlefield, his expression is difficult to calm down.

As a father, it is really uncomfortable to see his son fighting for his life, but he can't do anything.

But Wei Fangjie is right, now is not the time for him to show off.

But he believes that it won't be long, it won't be long, he will not be the one who can only watch from the side.

Unlike Wei Jinkui's worries, the lame young man looked up at the soaring blue dragon in the sky with an excited look.

By now, he had figured out who this group of people were. Before the chaos in Hongtu City, the reputation of the master Chu of Xuanzhen Temple in Baisha County had also spread.

However, at that time, he sneered and thought it was just a rumor.

But now, he is more eager.

If he had such strength and knew such a powerful secret technique, Xiangyun Hall might not be destroyed, and his father, mother, uncle, and even relatives and brothers would not die.

...

The top of the mountain.

In the air,

Three blood shadows turned into three bell swordsmen, each holding a blood sword, with different movements, swinging out swords, flying in an interlaced manner.

What's more amazing is that these blood shadows are not illusions, but like real people, with amazing killing power, and they can also use sword skills and killing moves to stack damage.

This man who wanted to challenge Zhou Wu also had some trump cards and confidence.

Chu Zhou truly transformed into a pale blue dragon, dancing wildly, sometimes clawing, sometimes swinging his tail, sometimes roaring and roaring, shaking the sky.

He fought with the three hunchback swordsmen, not giving in, and even gaining the upper hand.

Chu Zhou wanted to learn swordsmanship, but he couldn't get started. Instead, after fighting with Zhou Wu, he saw the winged white tiger and had a better understanding of the internal energy taking shape and condensing into substance.

His blue dragon was based on the nine styles of wandering dragons, filled with magic power and strength, and transformed into the appearance of a blue dragon. The killing power was really good.

Even though Meng Gongyi's blood shadow was powerful, he seemed powerless in the face of this blue dragon, and even showed more weakness.

At a certain moment, Chu Zhou was no longer willing to delay, and still roared, as if there was a sound of thunder.

Killing move, angry dragon turning over the river!

The same killing move, when used in different forms, has different powers.

I saw Canglong extend two dragon claws, squeeze and burst layers of air, and even rubbed flames, crushing all the way from the sky down.

Wherever he passed, the blood shadow was directly crushed, turned into a ball of blood and scattered, and another blood shadow was on top, but the result was the same.

Until the dragon claws were about to reach in front of Meng Gongyi and crush his old head, he finally made a move.

Strangely, he did not stimulate the sword to resist too much, nor did he think about escaping, but raised the sword, as if he had given up all counterattacks.

He just picked up the bell and shook it at Chu Zhou.

It is hard to imagine that such an innate warrior would not fight for his life with a sword, but shake the strange bell.

But looking at his eyes, he was as sharp as a hawk, as if he was catching prey.

At this moment, Chu Zhou's spiritual sense warned him, as if a great crisis was coming.

But everything was too late, too late!

Ding-dong, ding-dong!

The clear ringing sound seemed to be ringing in the air, but it also seemed to be ringing in the soul. Chu Zhou felt his brain go blank, as if he had lost his soul.

The dragon claw that was stretched out was fixed in the air, and there was no movement anymore.

But the hunchbacked swordsman had already raised the sword again. His movements were slow and clear, but the blood sword was getting closer and closer to Chu Zhou's neck.

At this moment, the not-so-abundant mana in Chu Zhou's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly spun.

The sound of "Hua La La" filled his ears, awakening his mind and cleansing his soul.

At this moment, Chu Zhou woke up.

He lowered his head and saw that the tip of the sword had already reached his throat, and he couldn't help but exhale and speak.

"Zha!"

A white light came out of his mouth, and the sound of the clanging sword could be vaguely seen.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a red and white sword light cutting through. Wherever it passed, trees collapsed, grass and trees rolled, rocks cracked, and a gully of a hundred meters and more than ten feet deep was plowed out on the ground.

And the bell swordsman Meng Gongyi, who was blocked by this white light, naturally did not move at all.

His expression froze, and there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth, but his pupils were dilated to the limit, and the blood sword in his hand did not move an inch further.

After breathing, the air seemed to flow again, and he began to fall down.

Chu Zhou stretched out his hand, grabbed, and held his head.

But he only grabbed the head!

From the neck, an extremely neat sword mark appeared, and it had been separated from the body.

After reading the book review, I revised yesterday's chapter again, and today I found the editor and changed the wrong chapter name, alas...