Cultivation: From the Inauguration of Druid

Now that we are all here, we are not afraid of mistakes. She wants to take this opportunity to temper herself, and then she can fight against Baihua Fairy after a while.

Ling Qing stopped bickering with Zhu Guang and turned to look at the battle situation.

I saw nine long rainbows hanging in the air in a circle surrounded by a bright yellow sand river.

Manifests the appearance of nine musical instruments, such as bell, qin, qin, se, xiao, tweezer, drum, 柷, 敔, etc., and plays a piece of music that is unparalleled in the world.

Next to it is a woman in white clothes flying around, singing and dancing, singing and singing.

The ethereal melody made the murky yellow water on the opposite side jingle unceasingly.

The artistic conception of all kinds of suffering flowing into a river has gradually turned into the artistic conception of Jiushao Tianyin's great virtue and beauty.

Almost all the foundations of this sword array have been changed, and the eight bitter bamboo protectors had no choice but to hold on to the sword formula and support them bitterly.

The pain in their hearts can be said to be the most painful part of this bitter water Liushang sword formation.

The sound of the sky is shaking, the rhythm is getting more and more passionate, the singing is crisp and clear, and the artistic conception is getting more and more ethereal.

As Tian Ying held a sword qi and slammed it suddenly, a scraping sound sounded.

The sonic sword energy of the remaining eight sword qi, which had been accumulated for a long time, burst out suddenly, and slashed straight at the eight bitter guardians.

Just hearing Weng's sound, the Kushui Liushang sword array collapsed like a rotten one, and the meaning of bitter water accumulated in it recoiled and poured into the body of the Eight Kushui Dharma Protector.

The complexions of the eight people instantly turned sallow and sallow, as if they had eaten ten catties of coptis in one go.

There are all kinds of entanglements and resentments such as life and death, sickness, old age and infirmity, love, resentment, anger, and death.

Ling Qing stretched out his hand and pointed, and the nine-curved yellow sand array rolled up the eight people, together with the three elders and the cold and cold swordsman, they were pressed under Qing Que.

As a result, after the Yuansha gourd, Tian Ying who turned back smiled and said.

Junior Sister has made a lot of progress.

Zhang Zhe and Zhu Guang also congratulated each other.

Brothers are absurd.

After experiencing such a great victory in the battle, Tian Ying's body was full of heroism, but the evil spirit was faint.

Apparently, he swept away the frailty that he had cultivated in school before, showing his swordsman demeanor.

She was not an indecisive, affectational woman.

I think back then when faced with smelly zombies, they would pry the zombie's teeth with a knife without changing face.

Furthermore, if she is really a delicate and arrogant person, how can senior brother Xie, who has a bold temperament, favor her so much?

It's not because of my temperament that I love my house and my crow just now.

My brother is not finished yet?

Tian Ying adjusted her clothes, knelt on the ground, picked up a fruit and looked at Tian Yong.

Previously, old man Fuyun saw that he lost three thousand Yunzhu swords, and in the blink of an eye, someone also took away the green gauze tent, which is the treasure of the town's teaching.

Immediately I was very angry.

Seeing Tian Yong coming towards him with gasification sword light, he waved his hand and shot out a golden light to meet him.

Little thief, I will fight with you!

Clang clang!

The golden light collided with Tian Yong's sword light, and there were golden sounds.

The two phases fought for only a few rounds, and Tian Yong gradually suppressed him.

Zhu Guang and Zhang Zhe, who were rushing to the side, saw clearly that it was a three-foot-long golden bamboo sword.

After a few more rounds, Old Man Fuyun's golden bamboo sword gradually failed, and was swayed left and right by Tian Yong.

Seeing that something was wrong, old man Fuyun didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly struck out the nine blood bamboo swords that he was holding in his hand, ready to plot against him.

Well done!

Tian Yong had been on guard against his sneak attack for a long time, and the sword light shook, and he sensed the aura of the nine-mouthed blood bamboo sword with the blood chasing soul attached to the sword light.

A golden light flashed past, only a crackling sound was heard.

The blood light of the nine blood-bamboo swords converged, revealing the blood-red sword body, and fell towards the bamboo sea below.

Zhang Zhe at the side still released a Tridacna Treasure Wheel to collect it.

Unable to do so, old man Fuyun let out a cold snort, recalled the golden bamboo sword to his side, and unleashed a set of swordsmanship like a bamboo fluttering in the wind.

This set of sword formulas is called Zhuhai Dingfengbo, which means that when the wind blows the bamboo sea, the waves rise and the wind stops.

For a moment, no matter how mighty Tian Yong is, he can always take off three points of his strength when he is close to him.

Then, with the mighty magic power and the hard and tenacious characteristics of the golden bamboo, Tian Yong's sword light was thrown more than ten feet away.

Of the two, one has profound swordsmanship and is rooted in Taoism;

If it is a magic weapon, as long as you find the principle of mutual restraint, it can be broken easily.

However, in this battle of Taoism and magic power, one has to do it in a real way, and wear it down a little bit.

Tian Yong's sword art is profound and he has rich combat experience, but his disadvantage is that he does not have enough mana.

After all, old man Fuyun is a heretic, since he can cultivate to the level of immortality, there will not be a fatal flaw.

Even if there is a means of restraint, if it is not specially prepared, it will not be so coincidental.

Of course Fuyunsou couldn't compare to Tian Yong in swordsmanship, but compared to Taoism and magic power, Tian Yong couldn't compare with his long-term cultivation and accumulation of wealth.

But Tian Yong was not in a hurry, and just took this opportunity to hone his sword skills.

A sword fairy in the realm of human immortality, although the opponent is walking the road of sword formation, there are still merits.

Such an opponent is not easy to come across.

But he was not in a hurry, but Old Man Fuyun had to be in a hurry.

Thinking about his majestic headmaster, the senior in the fairyland, was actually used as a sword-testing stone by a junior, how could he bear it?

Zhushan Sect disciples, set up formation!

Old man Fuyun saw that he was invincible after a long period of battle, and that Tian Yong became more and more courageous as he fought, so he didn't want to delay any longer.

He was going to set up the Ten Thousand Bamboo Sword Formation with his disciples, and in one fell swoop, several people would be pierced with ten thousand swords to their hearts to death.

Zhushan Sect disciples, set up formation!

Zhushan Sect disciples, set up formation!

But he kept calling and calling several times, but no one answered.

Immediately, he mobilized his mana, violently shook the golden bamboo sword, and pushed Tian Yong several feet away.

This sight made him twitch his eyes.

At the beginning, when he used Zhuhai Fengdingbo, he could easily shake Tian Yong ten feet away.

But how long did it take, even if he mobilized 100% of his mana, he could only shake it out by a few feet.

If it takes a while longer, will this sword technique be broken by him?

However, the people behind him didn't respond for a long time, which made him uneasy, and he didn't dare to think too much, so he took this opportunity to distract himself to look.

But he found that his elders, Dharma protectors, and disciples were all suppressed under a blue cloud.

Above the blue cloud stood a sapphire-like Que Gate.

The four people who came with the little thief were sitting in it and watching the play leisurely, they couldn't help being frightened and angry for a moment.

Surprisingly, in such a short period of time, everyone in his family's co-education was taken over by others.

What made him angry was that his family had been served by a group of juniors, and he had no choice but to do so at this time.

It's just that he was frightened and angry at this moment, but he forgot that there was another opponent facing him.

Seeing that he lost his mind for a while, Tian Yong suddenly urged the sword formula.

In an instant, like a thunderbolt clearing the sky, a bolt of lightning exploded, winding out a path of light and cutting towards old man Fuyun.

The lightning seemed to be slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. It just knocked lightly on the golden bamboo sword and bounced it away.

Taking advantage of the momentum, it flashed past Fuyun old man's neck.

Fuyun old man turned around slowly, but only saw a trace of the remaining sword light.

ah!!!

Feeling the raging sword energy in his body and the vitality leaking from his neck, he let out a snarl, and opened his mouth suddenly to spit out his natal essence.

But before he could make a move, he felt a bloodthirsty and soul-devouring evil spirit devouring his whole body of essence, blood and essence.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard thunder rolling in his ears, shaking him into powder.

So far, the Zhushan Sect, which dominated the southern border, disappeared in smoke just because it offended a swordsman.