Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

In the sword array, within the four gates.

All human monks broke in in order to break the formation.

The people trapped in the formation have different expressions.

Some have ferocious faces, some have white beards and hair, and are menacing...

One of them is full of strong Buddhist Zen power.

The golden light of the dharma behind him shines everywhere, and the diffuse golden light covers the surroundings, resisting the majestic sword energy.

Changqing's knees trembled slightly, and a hazy picture of God appeared in front of him.

If he didn't have the formation map in his body, it would be difficult for him to resist this blow.

Changqing almost used his body to prop up the road for the monks who rushed in.

"All benefactors, I can only send you here."

Without any extra words, several sword repairmen left with their swords in an instant.

One more second wasted here, and one could die here.

"Don't die, big bald head."

Jing Yu took the lead, his figure was like the wind.

In front of him was a big monster holding a long sword, standing in a small formation, blocking his way.

Jing Yu raised his long sword high, and spit out a sword flower.

The sword comes out of wind and thunder.

The sound of a rapid sword cry sounded, and at the same time a wisp of fine sword shadow flew out.

The big demon changed formation.

A steady stream of human monks arrived behind them, one after another.

........

Longhushan and Qin Shi swung two flying swords with both fists.

The road ahead is bumpy, and it may be too late at this speed.

Behind him were dozens of Zhengyangmen disciples who broke into the formation together, and many disciples from other sects.

In these sects, the powers of grievances and grievances are unclear and cut off constantly.

In particular, the relationship between Zhengyangmen and Longhushan is the deepest.

Back then, the ancestors of the two families were enemies.

During the heyday of Longhushan, Zhengyangmen was suppressed.

Feng Shui turns, and Longhu Mountain declines after a thousand years.

Longhushan declined and was suppressed by Zhengyangmen.

Until now there is only one apprentice left.

At this time, the only disciple of Longhushan met the disciple of Zhengyangmen.

How can it be said that it is not a kind of fate.

Many monks in the sword formation could not help but despair when they saw that the life they had fought so hard for was about to be blocked again.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the big demon sitting in the small formation.

The many monks caught in the formation were struggling.

Without hesitation, Qin Shi suddenly changed his figure in the air.

Judging from that posture, it is to put all his cultivation base and life at risk, to open a way for everyone to survive.

Just at this moment, a group of people slammed into him fiercely.

But it is a disciple of Zhengyangmen.

"It's not your turn to be a hero!"

"I am Zhao Luhu, a disciple of Zhengyangmen! Zhengyangmen is not Longhushan, remember!"

After all, he slammed straight forward with his body.

With all the magic weapons out, the magic robe is also destroyed.

In the end, there was only the broken body lying on the front road, using the last thought to blow up the golden core and the natal thing in the body at the same time.

"boom--!!"

Qin Shi's eyes became hot.

It's just that at this time, there is no time to be sad at all.

The road ahead was constantly blocked, and there were monks who risked their lives to open a way out for the others.

Some Confucian scholars use blood as ink, and blood stains mountains and rivers.

Until the whole body's essence and blood dry up, so that the road ahead will be bright again

There is a Buddhist disciple who sits down, uses bones as salary, and dies by self-immolation.....

On such a path there is no death, no existence.

Some are just a road, just the sad song of the seeker.

.......

The demon sage Feilian felt the shock from the four gates, but he still didn't rush.

Using the heart lake to transmit the sound, it disturbed the mind of the monster slayer Ye Liang.

Ye Liang held his sword and walked forward like thunder.

The cultivator behind him took advantage of him and followed Ye Liang all the way to this place.

Above the eye of the formation, hung a sword.

It was murderous, and the wind was howling.

Ye Liang was forced to a corner, brandishing his long sword.

With disheveled hair, fight to the death!

In his swordsmanship, there is a faint taste of the same death.

His body seemed to be entangled in countless ropes, making it difficult to move.

Every time the sword is swung, there will be a strong pressure.

"Seniors go first!!"

someone shouted.

Several figures gave up their way of life and dodged in front of Ye Liang.

Ye Liang, who was almost crazy about killing, used his body to block the killing of the sword qi.

Although it was only a short delay.

But it was enough for Ye Liang.

At this moment, everyone understands.

Their only hope is Ye Liang.

He risked everyone's lives to give Ye Liang a chance.

Several demon-slaying swords were drawn from Ye Liangdan pills, and they competed with the flying sword hanging upside down in the center of the formation.

The sword light rolled bigger and bigger like the sun.

The big net woven by Jian Guang was getting tighter and tighter.

Those flying swords are like old friends from before.

"Sir, are you ready to die?"

Ripples appeared again in the heart lake.

"If Mister dies, I'm afraid the Demon Slayer will really disappear in the long river of history."

"The demon slayer made countless sacrifices thousands of years ago to guard the fog forest for the human race, but he ended up like this in the end."

"Sir, do you think all of this was done by the demon clan?"

"........"

"Monster Slayer?" Ye Liang said softly, "I still have an apprentice, and the Monster Slayer is not considered extinct!!"

As Ye Liang walked forward, a demon-slaying flying sword shattered, and the sound of explosions continued to resound.

The light of the sword is like snow, and the cold air eats away at the bones.

Blossoming silver sword flowers flew out, the speed was getting faster and faster, and there were more and more.

The sword light was so bright that people couldn't look directly at it.

The tumbling waves forced Fei Lian to mobilize the full strength of the other three sects of the sword formation to stop Ye Liang.

Fei Lian retreated again and again, and the golden lotus all over his body shattered at the same time.

Even though the last demon slayer in the world is dying, he still cannot be underestimated.

Ye Liang lowered his eyes, but his eyes were unexpectedly calm and peaceful.

A sword with supernatural powers was released by him.

A sword turned into a wall of light, and there was a crisp sound on the ground, sealing the attack above his head.

At the same time, a flying sword whose body was made of a lotus flower swept out.

Line up heaven and earth.

It was a saber that belonged to a friend of his.

This kind of talent and his own background, as he said.

Leaving the Wulin is more than just establishing a sect.

Even if it has been suppressed for thousands of years, dragging its remnant body, supporting a large formation to block the monster race for several days.

The strength is still so strong.

Ye Liang crashed into the eyes of the array.

Recalling the first half of my life, it was like floating dust.

Wherever the wind blows, it will go.

In the second half of his life, he was like a staunch defender who gave up everything.

Constantly beaten down by fate, and kept getting up again, patting the dirt on his body.

He said proudly: "Come on, let's win two out of three games."

He looked back.

The generosity of a group of juniors made him, an old guy, feel a little embarrassed.

Laughed loudly: "Hahaha, great! My generation of monks!!"

He was laughing, high-spirited.

It seems to be back in the past, when I chased the demon clan with my seniors and went to the fog forest together.