This Swordsman is Too Steady

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Thousand Carp Garden.

Dozens of monks drawn from the Candle Dragon Hall and the Central Spirit flew from above the sky, approached here, and fell.

At this time, there is a shining passage here.

"Go in and take a look," the headed candle dragon temple Fa Xiu Guyuan said: "Inside is the small world that Jianzong informed us about."

With that, Gu Yuan took the lead to step into it, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Seeing this, other people didn't hesitate, and hurriedly followed.

Virtual world.

A huge spiritual balloon with no head in sight is still spinning like a day for thousands of years.

Mixed auras raged everywhere.

"The Mozu intends to accumulate aura through the small world, and then induces a storm of auras, hitting us hard in one fell swoop. Fortunately, it was discovered by the Sword Sect and disrupted their plans." Gu Yuan said loudly.

"But this is not enough. The Demon Race has accumulated such a huge aura through thousands of years of preparation. There is no need to use it. Why can't we take an eye for an eye and make full use of their prepared small world to launch an aura storm to severely damage them? "

"Sword Sect cannot pass the magic circle, so give this task to us, and I don't let Sword Sect disappointed."

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

Immediately, they were the heads of each station, carefully investigating the specific situation in their virtual world.

After half an hour.

"Elder Gu, we have already found out the general situation..." After investigating the virtual world, an old candle dragon temple monk with white temples walked up to Gu Yuan and reported the specific situation.

For the Aura Storm to be launched, two conditions must be met.

One is enough and mixed aura.

So Huanling Moxiu specifically opened a small world, and spent thousands of years to accumulate aura.

They picked up a big deal here, and just took over Xiaojie directly, saving thousands of years of preparation time.

The second condition is that it needs enough strength to pry the aura storm.

For this reason, the Huanlingzong has arranged a large array, which is specially used to release the aura in the small world and launch the aura storm.

In the most ideal state, the Spirit Sea Tide that the Demon Race wants to cause is initiated from Qianliyuan. When the aura storm of Qianliyuan is about to sweep to the second point of the ice feather forest, the ice feather forest Moxiu starts the Reiki Storm at the same time.

By analogy, the layers are stacked on top of each other, just like the multi-stage propulsion activated by a rocket. After the last seven stacks, the aura storm has become an unstoppable tide of spirituality, possessing a terrifying force and range that humans cannot stop. It can be said that the mighty sky has brought a fatal blow to the middle spirit monks.

Of course, this is only an ideal situation, even if it is the raccoon demon repair, there is no guarantee that the Linghai tide can be launched so smoothly.

Just like the rocket, even after extremely careful calculations before launch, it is still unavoidable to encounter various accidents during the launch process, and it is impossible for everything to be satisfactory.

On the Human Race side, temporarily taking over the small world, unable to understand the specific situation and layout, let alone the monk who is not proficient in aura control and control.

The final Linghai Tide must be far less powerful than it should be, and this is also helpless.

However, although it is difficult to achieve such a devastating blow as the Demon Clan originally expected, it is still very promising to severely damage the Demon Clan army.

There is always better than nothing.

But the problem now is...

"Elder Gu, with such a huge aura storm, we can't control it at all, and we can't guarantee the original power is one thing," the old monk said with an embarrassed expression, "More importantly, we can't delay the riot of the aura storm at all. Even the slightest amount of time, that is, when the formation moves, an aura storm will immediately erupt..."

Gu Yuan looked cold.

This is like igniting explosives, usually with fuses.

The burning time of the fuze is the time for them to react and hide in a safe area.

This is for the raccoon demon repair.

For the Human Race who took over in a hurry, it means that the explosive has no fuze and explodes at one point.

What this means is self-evident.

Guyuan fell silent.

"Do you know how Dao Master Li Xing of this sect died?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

The speaker is a middle-aged man with a square face.

That was the monk of Tianchen Fazong, one of the top five sects of Zhongling, the Nine Rings.

Dao Master Li Xing who died at Longcheng Pass came from their Tianchen Law School.

Nine Rings and One Pointed towards Longcheng Pass, "They greet the demon army, and would rather die than retreat, and injure the demon army by self-detonation."

"There is an unspoken rule in the cultivation world, that is, you would rather die than blew yourself up, because once a cultivator blew himself up, not only will he not exist in this world, but there will also be no afterlife."

"In the realm of Taoist, above the nine realms, can he not understand this truth?"

.......

Li's body was bloody, and his chest was scarlet. With the sound of his heavy breathing, the hair band had fallen off at some unknown time, and the withered hair was scattered and loosened casually. The white snow was stained with it, like dandruff.

The old Jian Xiu's rickety back was straight, and blood was dripping from his eyes, dripping across the old face.

He swept forward against the wind and snow, stepped on the snow without a trace, jumped up, and slashed towards the crimson scale demon who was like a mountain peak.

The picture seems to be frozen at the moment.

The scarlet scale armor, like an unrivaled military commander, the Red Scale Demon frowned, took a step, sticking out his left arm, and slapped Li Si's sword with a palm.

Li Si's body flew upside down like a broken kite, but when he flew upside down, he moved his sleeves, swished twice, and two long swords flew out.

One sword is as bright as snow, and the other is as bright as blood, like a dragon going out to sea, bringing out an arc, carrying the sound of howling wind, and shooting at his eyes that are not covered by scales.

This melee sword turned out to be just a cover, the real ultimate move was the two flying swords that pierced the eyes of the Scarlet Scale Devil.

The Scarlet Scale Devil raised his right hand with a calm expression, and flicked away the two flying swords with his fingers. Sparks flew everywhere with the sound of clanking.

After Li Si fell to the ground, he slipped dozens of cloths and stabilized his figure. He looked up and saw that the eyes of the Scarlet Scale Demon were full of undisguised sarcasm, and he was quite disdainful of his tricks.

The next moment, the Scarlet Scale Demon took the initiative to rush forward, and the rumbling sound was like an ancient beast charging, with a momentum like a thousand horses approaching the battle, using his palm as a fist, blasting out like a sledgehammer.

Li Si jumped up and greeted him with a sword.

He just got up, his body fell, and he fell into the thick snow.

The wind and snow have increased, making the snow a few feet thick.

After Li Si was blasted into the snow by this fist, his figure disappeared.

The Scarlet Scale Demon smiled violently, stomping heavily on the snow, trying to step on Li Si like an ant.

Li Si was constantly shuttled under the snow, like a slippery loach, evading the footsteps of the Scarlet Scale Demon.

The snow was flying everywhere, flying all over the sky.

Finally, the Scarlet Scale Demon didn't intend to consume it anymore.

He lost his patience.

As a result, the scarlet scale demon's bright red scales glowed like a flame.

Afterwards, he stomped heavily on the ground.

Centered on the footsteps of the Scarlet Scale Demon, clusters of snowflakes exploded in sequence along the extension line, and the rumbling sound was like a thunderstorm, leading to the depths of the dense forest.

If you don't show up, then force you to show up!

Li Si finally showed his figure and jumped out from somewhere in the snow.

He was covered with white snowflakes, rustling down.

Although Li Si seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife before, it was extremely dangerous and his life hanging by a thread, but in reality his heart was as calm as water.

He has been doing one thing since the beginning of the battle.

Nurture momentum.

Raise the sword.

The so-called cultivating power, generally speaking of sword repair, is to raise the sword in a closed sheath.

The so-called ten years of sharpening a sword.

However, Li Si took a different approach and learned a trick to raise his power.

Each sword does not emit sword aura, and in the inner sword body, such a sword and sword overlap each other. The more swords that are released, the more powerful the sword aura in the sword body, until it can no longer support.

At this moment, the sword in Li Si's hands is like a wind, like a raging snow, like an evil dragon with teeth and claws.

His body cut through the flying snow, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the Scarlet Scale Demon.

Sword Qi poured out like a flood over the lake, and suddenly swept in front of the Chilin Demon's eyes.

The overwhelming sword energy rushed away all the flying snow.

Not to mention the lethality, the ability of a five-level sword repairman to hand out such a magnificent sword is enough to make people amazing.

For the first time, the fierce eyes of the sixth-rank Crimson Scale Demon showed a solemn look, and the red light condensed in his left hand, and he blasted the mighty sword energy with a punch.

Clang clang.

Sparks splashed and clanged.

His footsteps are constantly retreating, and his figure is shaking, but the sword energy in front of him is endless, without any intention of stopping.

Chilin Demon's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly blasted his right fist again.

His figure was forced back several tens of feet again, during which the overflowing sword aura continuously bombarded his body, and there were clanging sounds.

There are a hundred sounds in the blink of an eye.

The Scarlet Scale Demon kept throwing his fists out.

Bright red blood gradually oozes from the flesh covered by the scales.

boom!

The rivers are dry, the world is exhausted, and Li Sibaijian's sword energy is finally exhausted.

This old Jian Xiu, who has not had a good life for a few years, is approaching his birthday, his hands are weakly hung down, his eyes are shooting forward like sword lights.

There, the scales of the Redscale Demon turned upside down, with countless white marks, and his figure was constantly shaking, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

But after all, it did not fall.

Li Si let out a long sigh, slightly regretful.

"After all, I still can't do it..."

Although he severely wounded the sixth-rank Crimson Scale Demon with the cultivation of the five realms, it was already quite remarkable, but it was a pity that he was only seriously injured and did not kill it.

Killing six ranks in five realms is by no means as simple as imagined.

So, it is him who will die next.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the deeds of the contemporary Jianzong Shaozong's four-level adversity against the six-levels he had seen on the Yellow List of the Heaven's Secret List a few years ago.

"It's amazing. If the old man can have half of him, he can kill this devil boy today." He murmured, and immediately remembered that dirty little face.

"Girl, stay alive..."

I have to say, there are still some regrets and reluctances.

The red scale demon stabilized his swaying body, but the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Anger from his heart, he raised his fist and blasted at Li Si.

Li Si calmly closed his eyes.

Li Si is not dead.

Because there was a thunder blast in his ears.

He quickly opened his eyes.

It was a bitter sword that Li Si had rarely seen in his life, and the sword light was extremely domineering.

The Scarlet Scale Demon showed a panic, shaking his fist, trying to stop the flying sword.

It was in vain.

His huge fist burst instantly under the sword light of Xiruo Xinghui.

Jianguang moved forward along the red scale demon's arm, ignoring the hard and thick scale armor, advancing inch by inch.

The flesh of the red scale demon was destroyed inch by inch.

Soon.

A cloud of blood exploded.

The Scarlet Scale Demon, which was almost unrivaled to Li Si, was wiped out with a single blow.

The "general" wearing bright red armor like flames has disappeared, leaving only a blazing red sword light wandering.

Li Si settled for a moment, and two men appeared in front of him.

One looks extremely handsome, and the other is much more ordinary, but with extraordinary bearing.

Lu Qingshan, Mo Yan.

Originally, Lu Qingshan, who was eagerly rushing to find the source of the fluctuations sensed by the green snake, sensed the fluctuations here remotely, and heard the sound, just at the right time and saw the last scene.

"What's the name of your last sword? Where did it come from? Where did you learn it?" Lu Qingshan thought to himself, and took the dragon bird into his body. He looked at Li Si, who was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but ask. road.

After seeing Li Qiubai's sword, Xia Daoyun's sword, and Mang Cang Demon Venerable's tactics, there are very few sword skills that make Lu Qingshan look different.

Even Lu Qingshan himself did not expect that he would be amazed by the sword skills performed by a sword repairer whose cultivation base was lower than himself.

"Thank you for the two life-saving graces, Li Si will remember it in his heart." Li Si was startled, and first gave Lu Qingshan a fist slightly, hoarsely thanking him.

Jian Xiu's temperament was too unique, so he immediately recognized the aura of the same kind, knowing that it was Lu Qingshan's hand.

"As for this sword...this sword is called Yuezhan. Where did I learn it? Old man Li, I have no school and no school, so I have nowhere to learn this sword, but the old man has practiced it himself. It's fun." Immediately, Li Sicai began to seriously respond to Lu Qingshan's question.

"Good sword." Lu Qingshan boasted sincerely.

"Don't dare, what a good sword can a sword that can't kill the enemy be called...cough cough..." Li Si waved his hand, = coughed violently again, and vomited a mouthful of blood. On the ground, it was printed on the white snow like a winter plum.

There was no blood in his face, his feet staggered, and his breath was disordered.

Lu Qingshan frowned and pondered for a moment.

Wow~

In the moment Li Sidu hadn't reacted, a faint blue sword light flashed away and cut it at him.

He was terrified.

Then the sword light converged.

A warm air current breeds from his body, quickly healing his injury.

Li Si looked up at Lu Qingshan in a staggered manner.

Lu Qingshan only slowly retracted his sword.

Wangchuan: The sword of the blue sky.

"Why are you here?" Lu Qingshan asked again.

Li Si hesitated for a while, and then he told the whole story.

In the Demon Occupied Area, every monk encountered is a comrade-in-arms~www.readwn.com~ so there is nothing to hide.

"It's like this again..." Lu Qingshan's eyes flickered slightly.

Along the way, Li Si was not the first human monk he encountered, and he would definitely not be the last.

Most of these people are "old men" who retired from Longcheng Pass.

Their cultivation base is not high, and they can't change anything fundamentally.

In fact, Lu Qingshan didn't know that, according to later statistics, there were more than 50,000 monks who left their hometown and spontaneously rushed to the front in the battle of the middle spirits and the demons.

This group of cultivation is not outstanding, and they are no longer young. Less than half of the old sword cultivators who were supposed to enjoy their days in their hometown and teach their apprentices can finally return to their hometown to spend their old age.

The remaining people are buried in this land forever.

There are no graves, no tombstones, only a long sword to lie down.