Plural Apostles

something wrong!The old man raised his hand and slapped it out, fisting with Fu Hua who was rushing towards him.

Boom-! !

The calm and waveless sea blasted the waves, and the heavy sea water splashed away. Along with the broken wooden boat, the wooden boat fragments fell into the sea water, and the fragments that lost the blessing of the old man's spiritual energy were pressed by the heavy sea water when they fell into the sea water. Cracked into pieces that could no longer be cracked.

"Fellow Daoist doesn't seem to want to turn back..."

The old man stepped on the surface of the sea, and the surrounding sea water fell like rain, and returned to the sea drop by drop. He helped his bamboo hat, his muddy eyes seemed to gradually clear up, and he looked at Fu Hua in front of him with a sigh and determination: " The last piece of advice, the road ahead is nine secluded, and the back is right.”

Something is not quite right... is it really a cultivator of transformation?Fu Hua put on a posture and remained silent. It's better to make a quick decision so that these strange old men don't run away.

Looking at Fu Hua who didn't reply, the old man sighed and swung the bamboo pole in his hand. The fish came out of the hook and flew towards Fu Hua like an arrow, still trying to wag its tail in mid-air.

Fu Hua raised his foot and kicked, removing the power of the fish, and at the same time let the fish fly out and fall into the sea again.

The water-like fish swung its tail and quickly escaped from this area that gave it endless danger.

The old man swung the fishing rod like sea water, and then raised his hand to pull it. The sea water in front of him moved, forming a tsunami hundreds of meters high, sweeping towards Fu Hua, and at the same time, he flipped his palm and flew down to the empty bank. , a piece of sea water suddenly rose into the sky, turned into a torrential rain and fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it was raining everywhere as far as the eyes could see.

Turning one's hands into clouds, turning one's hands into rain, monks have such power over mortals, possessing such natural disaster-like power.

"This rain...is heavier than before." Siegfried felt the falling rain, the rain carried the strength of an old man, every drop weighed a thousand catties, and when it fell on the boundless sea, it could cause ripples. If it was done by an old man on Earth, that city would be turned into ruins in the blink of an eye, "Fu Hua, get rid of that pretentious old man quickly."

What do you mean by pretending?

The old man looked at Siegfried on the wooden boat a little strangely. Speaking of which, this young man and the young man over there seemed to be only in the Qi refining period... It was very strange, as for the monk who climbed to the sky and that one on the other side, it was also a little strange How do you feel that person is a little familiar?

But now is not the time to think about these things!The old man looked at Fu Hua who was facing the downpour with some surprise, and the other party's aura suddenly became stronger. He clearly felt that he was still a monk in the Qi refining period, but he felt extremely dangerous.

The tsunami rushed down, and the heavy force blocked Fu Hua's escape route, but she did not intend to escape. All these monks who reached the Jindan stage could be regarded as human-shaped nuclear bombs, but when fighting, she herself may not be inferior.

There are thousands of roads in the world, each with its own strengths and weaknesses, and they all lead to the same goal.

The rain was falling, and the glasses had been washed and shattered by the heavy rain. Fu Hua's red eyes were bright and clear. She watched the turbulent tsunami. She stood up straight on the rippling sea water, her wet white hair gently against the forehead.

The old man felt some kind of unusual aura. The long life did not wear away his keen sense, but made it clearer. Before Fu Hua had moved, he had already sensed the danger.

With a light wave of the bamboo pole, the sea water around him suddenly rose like a wall, but suddenly shattered in the next moment.

Hit the tsunami so quickly?The old man swung the bamboo pole and collided with the foot kicking the broken water wall. After the powerful force was reduced by the bamboo pole, the aftermath still made the old man's palm numb. How could a monk fight like this? !

However, this is the prologue. Fu Hua, who opened the tsunami with a fist, was blocked by a kick. She moved at an unimaginable speed, her feet limped, her figure moved and flashed in the pouring rain, and the dense rain curtain poured down , but couldn't keep up with Fu Hua's speed at the moment, the speed and strength were extremely restrained, turning into a ghostly figure.

The old man reluctantly urged the bamboo pole in his hand to block the few kicks in front of him, and then he was kicked dozens of times behind him in one breath. The power of each kick penetrated deeply into his body, allowing his spiritual energy and blood to flow at the same time. roll.

Losing the last opportunity to dodge, the old man ate all the subsequent attacks, Fu Hua flashed, kicked up, kicked down, swept, pointed toes, hit the soles of the feet, elbows, fists, fingertips... with short and fast movements The attack leaned on the old man, and constantly interrupted the old man's movement of mobilizing his aura and preparing his body to fight back, abruptly causing the old man to suffer hundreds of attacks.

Feeling that the body couldn't hold on any longer, and when there would be mistakes in the next attack, Fu Hua suddenly swept down with his left foot. The right foot was tense, and one knee hit the old man's stomach.

Amidst the heavy sound, the old man opened his mouth to vomit blood, and when his body rose slightly and was about to be hit into the sky, Fu Hua breathed out one last breath, raised his right foot and touched the sea surface, twisted his waist slightly, and his left foot was torn apart like a whip. The rain curtain fell on the old man's neck.

boom--! ! ! !

The rain all over the body stopped for an instant, and then changed the trajectory of the fall, spreading out in a circular shape. A white line was drawn from the center of the ring and led straight to the distance. Where the white line passed, the sea water slowly separated into a ravine amidst the roar. , and finally lead to a wave hiding on the sea surface.

Fu Hua breathed out a mouthful of flames slowly, feeling his restless mood relieved a lot...

Amidst the shrill sound, a piece of metal with a flame tail passed by the corner of her eyes, flew towards the waves in the distance, and blew up the scattered waves again with a roar, the waves, flames and air waves mixed together, It looks very magnificent.

Fu Hua shook the corners of his eyes, and looked back at Siegfried humming a little tune on the wooden boat and putting away the launcher.

Siegfried gave a thumbs up: "Professional make-up!"

"Two friends, the rain hasn't stopped."

Mu Fengyun reminded loudly, but he didn't worry too much. Except for the Red Dust Dynasty, there are no monks ascending to the sky in the Eight Desolation Land. Here, these guys are invincible... let alone the Zhantian Sword sitting behind him.

It's getting more and more familiar, who is it?Baili Yaomeng frowned slightly and thought about it. It stands to reason that the aura he is familiar with on this planet has either been beheaded by him, or he has not been beheaded by him and has escaped his life. It feels familiar. , I should also have a killing intent at the same time.

However, the familiar feeling given to me by the other party did not make me feel the killing intent... Who is it?

In the next second, Baili Yaomeng frowned, feeling a majestic aura coming from a distance. It was a cultivator who had already surpassed the stage of transforming gods, but it didn't look like a cultivator ascending to heaven... She remembered who it was.

"Dao is friendly! It's a pity that this is the end!"

In the youthful and unrestrained voice, the cultivator stepped on the sea water showing a youthful posture. All the attacks he received just now seemed to be ineffective. He pressed his palm on Fu Hua from the air, and the sea water under Fu Hua's feet suddenly rose up and involved him , turned into a waterspout with a diameter of [-] meters, and swept away in the never-ending wind and rain: "The old man has said that the road ahead is nine secluded, and the return is the shore. The fellow daoist is obsessed with obsession, so the old man can only let the fellow daoist stay here temporarily..."

One sword, Haiping.

One sword, the rain scattered.

One sword, Tianlang.

Although the three swords are the appearance of slashing, part of the power traces back to the source and fell on the creator of these things. The monk who changed from an old man to a young man covered his heart, blood slowly left at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the wooden boat on the sea in astonishment. In front of him, Baili Yaomeng stood up and pulled out his sword at some point. This power reminded him of a person...

Baili Yaomeng's eyes were cold, and he didn't give the other party any chance to speak. He swung his sword directly across the air, with killing intent overwhelming the sky, and the boundless sea fell into incomparable tranquility.

Siegfried quickly shouted two words: "Don't kill!!"

The sword light fell, and the world in front of me seemed to be cut open. The clouds in the sky parted a thin line, and the aftertaste of the sword light from the mirror panel remained in the air. Let the sea fail to heal this wound for a long time.

The monk with a bloodstain running through his body fell into the sea water, and a burst of rich blood spread on the sea surface.

Chapter 520

It's been a long time since I received such a serious injury, even the magical body protection is useless...

The sea of ​​qi is wounded, the meridians are broken, the sea of ​​consciousness is in turmoil, one sword cuts three places, it is really exquisite... no, it is more murderous swordsmanship than subtlety, it is directed at the root and kills, and one sword shatters the spirit, energy and spirit , cut off any life for the other party, and checked the knowledge in his mind. The world's sects and immortals absolutely do not have such a skill of focusing on killing. This is not knowledge that can be summed up.