I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Seeing Ying Xiao, my two Taoist schools have learned their best, Shen Herong rarely showed disgust.

"Look, it's really awkward." While she was speaking, Wenhua's talent condensed into pen and ink, and then she waved in the air.

The thick ink instantly obscures half of the sky, bringing everything into the darkness of ink.

Ying Xiao, the lightsaber formed by the pure sun and real fire, was immediately engulfed by the thick ink, and the brilliance dimmed.

On the other side, the black and white sword energy continued to slam in front of Shen Herong.

The pages of the Wenhua Treasure scroll on Shen Herong's head turned to contain this sword energy.

The sword qi fell on the paper, and it was still alive, constantly shuttled.

But he was always constrained on the paper, unable to break free.

Shen Herong raised his finger and wrote in the air.

The thick ink covering half of the sky suddenly turned into numerous ink characters.

The exact same handwriting.

For a time, only thousands of "文" characters appeared in midair.

These "wen" words, gathered together, seemed to form a torrent, and quickly pressed in front of Ying Xiao.

Ying laughed when I raised my hand, the black and white qi changed and re-weaved into the Tai Chi Fu Mo figure, blocking the torrent of pen and ink in front of me.

With his other hand, he squeezed another technique.

As a result, Taoism that is completely different from the Taiqing Palace inheritance emerged.

The milky-white real fire floated, and then condensed into a fire dragon, and the sound of the dragon shook the sky, breaking the sea of ​​ink.

But before the fire dragon that should laugh at me pounced in front of Shen Herong, there was a long black dragon, also flying out of the sea of ​​ink, and then blocking the milky fire dragon.

Two long dragons, one black, one white, one water and one fire, criss-cross and fight endlessly in mid-air.

Shen Herong's complexion was as usual, and then he saw Molong one after another rushing out, rushing towards Ying Ying me together.

Ying Xiao, I didn't control the Heavenly Fire Dragon to split again. He pinched the sword in his hand and pointed at the sky above his head.

Then, the golden swords of pure sun and real fire all flew up in the air, hiding into the clouds.

In the heavy clouds of the sky, there is brilliance hidden in it, which will not be released, but it reveals a terrible aura of ruining the world.

When the Molong rushed to Ying Xiao me, the clouds on the sky broke open and the light fell.

The terrifying sword light fell from the sky like light rain, penetrating the black dragons.

It is another Yujian Jue, Jiuxiao and Guang Jue from the epicentre of Chunyang Palace in the past.

The Molongs were penetrated by more sword lights, and stood in the air, unable to move.

Ying laughed at this time, I had already used another Taiqing Palace unique lock.

The black and white yin and yang two qi converge, locking the black dragons.

At the same time, this mysterious power of Taoism seemed to be further derived from Shen Herong himself through Molong.

The Wenhuabao scroll on Shen Herong's head flipped.

As the Wenhua Bao scroll changed, ink characters appeared one after another on the surface of the Molong body.

There are "solutions" and "difficulties".

The word "solution" is everywhere, and I should laugh at the shackles of my Qiankun lock, which have been broken.

Everywhere the word "sleepy" is, Molong turns into chains, which in turn surrounds Ying Liao me and wants him to be in the middle.

Ying laughed my body shook, and the Taoist soul split into two.

One of the bodies burned with a creamy white pure Yang real fire on the surface, turning into a sea of ​​flames, blocking Shen Herong's pen and ink.

He himself turned into a streamer, and got out of trouble with the pure Yanggong's unique knowledge of the Heaven Escape Sword Art.

The two sides once knew each other's strengths well.

But after decades of absence, everyone has made progress.

Ying Xiao, I am a person of two avenues of inheritance, the change is round and happy, the exchange of what is needed, the strength of the same realm is better than that of the year.

And Shen Herong's changes were even greater, so that Ying Xiaoying felt a little unfamiliar when I played against her. Only by relying on the other party's classic rationale of "benefiting all rivers" can we confirm his identity.

Peng Ziling, the head teacher of the Taiqing Palace, watched the battle from a distance, and secretly praised it when he saw it.

However, whether it was Peng Ziling, who was a bystander, or Ying laughed at me in the game, he noticed another thing.

Shen Herong laughed at me and threw an unsheathed long sword to Ao Ying behind him.

After receiving the long sword, Ao Ying stood holding the sword without moving.

She didn't come forward to help Shen Herong attack Ying Ying, but it seemed to be doing work.

Peng Ziling had already isolated the world, but at this moment, he felt that there was a trace of sword intent, which had penetrated his prohibition and spread out.

The sword intent is a bit weird, making him feel strange to the well-informed.

It's not so much a practice, it's as if it's contacting someone.

Using the sword as a contact, the first name that Peng Ziling came to mind was "Sword Demon" Su Po.

In addition, Kong Shengzhen had also passed the sound with them before he descended to Beimang.

The mysterious woman who prevented Kong Shengzhen from going to Jiufeng Academy was also practicing kendo.

No matter which of the other party is in contact now, Peng Ziling categorically does not allow the other party to succeed.

So, outside of his body, he made a decisive action and shot himself.

Between the black and white revolving, the Tai Chi picture attached to the sky and the sun appeared, covering the sky.

With Peng Ziling's cultivation strength, even if he was only outside, his shots were shocking.

The Taiji Fumotu revolved around and immediately swept away everyone present.

Shen Herong let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, with the mandarin scroll on her head, there was a bright brilliance, soaring into the sky.

As Guanghua was in circulation, the sound of reading aloud came from it.

Not just one person, but as if thousands of scholars in the world recite together.

"The scholar must be Hony." Shen Herong said slowly.

With a word, her all over her body was brilliant and talented, and she was far better than before.

Peng Ziling smiled at me, his eyes flashed slightly.

In the Daming Palace of Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun sighed with envy when seeing this.

As for Confucian practitioners, it is really possible to decide with one thought, but the martial artist is really envious.

Besides, it was Shen Herong and other geniuses who reincarnated and rebuilt.

That is to say, she herself took the initiative to change the path of cultivation, otherwise she is afraid that she has restored the cultivation base of the previous thirteenth realm.

A certain city lord surnamed Zhang waved his hand with a sense of interest at this moment.

As a result, the sign on Shen Herong's forehead suddenly flashed with brilliance.

Then, under the blessing of Zhang Dongyun, she, who looked like a girl, gained a higher level of cultivation strength.

On its Wenhuabao scroll, the brilliance is vaguely condensed into an illusory fragrance of peach and plum.

So Shen Herong, full of talents, once again.

After she was promoted to the second state of the Confucian master, the state of Liyan, Zhang Dongyun further promoted her to the third state of the Confucian master, the state of meritorious service.

To reach this state, there are two supernatural powers blessed by Weiyan Dayi and Taolixiang. Shen Herong's cultivation strength suddenly skyrocketed.

At this moment, she didn't say that she should laugh at me, even if she was facing Peng Ziling's body, there was no problem.

Thousands of pens and inks converge together into a "broken" character in midair.

Then, the Tai Chi diagram that covered the sky and the sun was really broken.

Peng Ziling frowned and smiled at me and said, "You go first."

Ying laughed and bowed me: "Yes, Master."

When someone leaves, someone will come.

Peng Ziling's body shook slightly.

Then, his Taoism became more dense, his breath became more ethereal and lofty.

Shen Herong raised his eyebrows lightly: "Teacher Peng has arrived in person. I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come here without problems."

Her cultivation strength grew unexpectedly, and Peng Ziling didn't delay much. The deity left Kunyang City, the capital of Dagan Dynasty, and came here.

Peng Ziling from the fifth state of Taoist Yuanshen and Yangshen state has personally arrived here, and his momentum is completely different.

The place he is in is like a world isolated from the world.

The sword intent of the long sword in Ao Ying's hand could not be conveyed at this time.

She looked anxiously at Shen Herong, who gently waved at her.

Ao Ying could only put away the sword.

Peng Ziling's breath is quiet and inactive, and he does not oppress Ao Ying and Chen Chaoyan, who have a lower cultivation level.

But no one would think that a Taoist master of the fourteenth realm is kind to each other.

Since then, Chen Chaoyan has been sluggish, as if shocked.

Although Ao Ying blocked her spirit with her own magical illusion.

But just now I should laugh at my pure-yang real fire to break all evils and return everything to its true nature.

The illusion that Ao Ying applied to Chen Chaoyan was relieved.

It's just that the girl's attention was not placed on Shen Herong's side at all, but she stared blankly and laughed at me.

After Ying Liao I left, she slowly recovered.

It's just that the girl's eyes are still a little confused at the moment, she gently lifts her forehead, seemingly full of confusion.

Ao Ying gently held her hand: "Chaoyan, are you okay?"

"I...I'm fine." Chen Chaoyan looked blankly: "Yes, my mind is very confused."

Peng Ziling looked at her silently, his eyes swaying slightly.

Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace of Chang'an City, and Shen Herong, who was at the scene, let out a sigh of relief.

This adventure seems to be somewhat rewarding.

The brilliance in Peng Ziling's eyes was fleeting, and his calm was restored instantly.

He didn't talk to Shen Herong and the others much, and stretched out his palm directly, and it was too simple to press down.

The opponent's deity is here, after all, it is a master of the peak of the Taoist spirit, it is much more difficult for Shen Herong to parry at this time.

However, not only is she not in a hurry, but her expression is somewhat relaxed.

Sure enough, the next moment, a sword light suddenly lit up on the horizon.

Peng Ziling's blockade against this world was immediately broken.

At the same time, there was a jade pendant on his waist, and suddenly it rang softly, and a voice that should laugh at me came from it:

"Master, the disciple is one step late, Shen Herong has already led Su Po over..."

Peng Ziling had only gained insight into the world around him, but he was cautious and sent Ying Xiao to me to look around.

Ying Xiao, I also understand Shen Herong, so I checked around.

In the end, he found out that Ao Ying was just a cover, and Shen Herong had prepared other rituals early to spread sword intent.

Unfortunately, he was still one step late.

Fa Yi has attracted a person.

Although Peng Ziling closed the world, the expressionless young man still followed Shen Herong's trail to find this side.

He was alone with a sword, walking quietly in the air, seemingly slow, but in an instant, he was in front of everyone.

then……

He slashed towards Ao Ying!