The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Chapter 72 is only about life and death, not winning or losing.

He said he wanted to draw his sword, but Yin Biyue only had time to draw half an inch from Yihu.

The black shadow in the grass has been preparing for a long time, and since he jumped out, he will never let him take the lead.

The withered grass in the four fields folded down fiercely, and the black shadow slapped Yin Biyue's right shoulder with a palm.A huge devil's breath was coming, Yin Biyue crossed his sword to block it, Yihu was still in the sheath, buzzed, and opposed the devil's breath.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in front of his eyes, and the dagger in the opponent's sleeve hit the door directly, and the sharp light made his eyes sting for a moment.Yin Biyue flipped his wrist, and Yihu changed from blocking to stabbing, and flung the dagger away, but was caught off guard and took two steps back, only then did he see the black shadow clearly.

It was different from the two pale-skinned demon cultivators I had seen in Nanlu.The opponent's whole body was wrapped in a tight black cloth, his realm was introverted, and the depth could not be seen, only a pair of cold and sharp eyes were exposed.

It was a long time later that Yin Biyue realized that this kind of people with exactly the same attire also had a common name, hunters in the wilderness.

They lived, wandered, and ravaged the wilderness, their prey being solitary travelers.Usually know how to fight, after patient observation, long ambush, judge the strength of the prey, and then kill with one blow.

But now, the hunter's whereabouts were exposed, and Yin Biyue was not killed by his sudden attack. According to experience, he should leave as quickly as possible.But he didn't.

Because the workmanship of these two humanitarian robes is gorgeous, they look very rich, and their expressions are naive and ignorant of the world.After this hunt, it should be enough for half a year.Good deal.

Yin Biyue didn't know what the other party was thinking. In fact, from the horizontal sword to the dagger, it took only an instant.The Yihu Sword failed to get out of its sheath at the first moment, which made him flustered for a while, but he quickly calmed down. After taking two steps back, he subconsciously resorted to 'Treading Mountains and Rivers'.

These two steps were extremely fast, which bought him time.

The Yihu sword was unsheathed, and the white figure leaped high, accompanied by a loud and long cry that echoed in the wilderness, and pressed down on the opponent like a bird throwing itself into a forest.

He was in mid-air, but the weeds on the ground suddenly parted to the two sides, stretching ten feet away.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, like the waves of the sea.

It is the 'Crane Judging Clouds' of Cang Ya swordsmanship.

He is now in the Hinayana realm, and his true energy and swordsmanship are not what they used to be.The power of this sword is ten times stronger than that of Zhehuahui.

At the same moment when the sword was drawn, Yin Biyue had quickly calculated a hundred countermeasures of the opponent in his sea of ​​consciousness, and even counted [-] moves beyond his own.

But he didn't expect that the other party ignored his sword at all.

The dagger pierced the air and cut to his throat.Clean and neat, like cutting weeds that get in the way.

Because it was so simple and incredibly fast, the trajectory it passed formed a black arc of light.

The hunter was confident that he was faster, or at least as fast.Then when Yin Biyue's sword pierced his heart, he would also cut Yin Biyue's throat.

"Thorn-"

The sharp edge of the short dagger burns with white gas.It was the sound of the true essence protecting the body of a Hinayana practitioner being broken.

In the slightest, Yin Biyue even felt the chill that penetrated to the marrow of his bones.

Even though his sword had already pierced into the opponent's body, not more than half an inch away from the heart vein, he was forced to change his move and return to the sword to defend.

Because he was really scared.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally understood what the Juggernaut said just now.

This is a real battle of life and death.The opponent's desperate play style of exchanging injuries for injuries is far different from Zhehuahui.

Facing an enemy who has no fear of death, all exquisite sword moves and calculations are meaningless.

Yin Biyue fell to the ground, and the hunter didn't give him any chance to breathe.The black arc of the short dagger splits the air, and the trajectory it passes condenses into thin lines.

Countless withered and yellow blades of grass were cut where the lines passed, and the cuts were even.Dancing wildly in the autumn wind.

The trajectory of the dagger turned into a net, dividing the space on the wasteland messily.

This is the hunter's net.

And Yin Biyue was in this net, unable to advance or retreat.

"Clank, clank—"

The tight and ear-piercing impact reverberated passionately. In one breath, the Yihu sword met every line, which was like hitting the dagger thousands of times.

Yin Biyue turned his wrist and stabbed the long sword straight at the ground under his feet.The ground cracked deeply, and countless strands of sword energy shot out from his body, cutting through the overwhelming black net.

He drew his sword, and mud and gravel splashed all over the sky.

The chill suddenly picked up, and heavy hoarfrost condensed on the withered grass all over the field.

Cold water sword!

The hunter flew towards him with a short dagger, and was about to confront him head-on.

Yin Biyue was sure that his sword would cut off the opponent's dagger.

No one knows the sharpness and hardness of Yihu better than him.

However, the next moment, his sword did not fall.

Because the short dagger in the opponent's right hand suddenly dropped and threw it towards his face, and a long knife appeared strangely in his left hand, cutting across his waist and abdomen.

Hidden knife in sleeve.

The enemy never said that he had only one dagger on him.

No matter how favorable the situation may seem, it is foolish to keep a hunter close.

"laugh--"

White smoke rises, and the protective essence shatters.

Shameless method, but effective.

Yin Biyue parried Thunder's throwing dagger, but was unable to defend himself against the long knife.

The long knife came in a hurry, and the magic breath was not heavy, but it still broke through his protective essence.Thin lines of blood oozed from the Taoist robe.

He changed his sword fast enough to not be cut off in the middle.

From the fight to the present, although the two sides have made many moves, the fighting time is only half a cup of tea.

Yin Biyue has fallen into extremely dangerous situations twice.

This reminded him of his experience in the dark cave of Mount Tixiang.If the senior brother was here, he would still be a laggard.

Awful.

It is clear that he was instructed all the way by the number one sword master in the world, and it is clear that he has broken through the Hinayana realm.

Still no progress at all.

Yin Biyue sealed the wound in his abdomen with true essence, his face was as calm as water.

The long knife broke through the wind.

The huge magic breath exploded in the wilderness, with the blade as the center, the wild grass in the four fields was crushed into powder, rustling like rain.

The hunter finally used the strongest method, because he was sure that the opponent had just been hit by the knife, and at this time the situation was in chaos.

If he wanted to use his sword, he couldn't avoid the knife.

If he wants to retreat, he can only retreat from now on.

Yin Biyue just turned sideways and drew his sword at the same time.

The berserk true energy poured out, but it was not a clear sky.

He flew towards the blade, his Taoist robe fluttering around.

There is no light, no sword sound.

Only full of depression, all cut out in one sword!

Yihu felt the master's heart and sang in the sky and the earth.

So the autumn wind was quiet, and only the sound of the sword was left in the wilderness!

The Juggernaut behind the weeds looked slightly surprised.

At this point in the battle, he showed his expression for the first time.

After a breath, the swords never met.At the same time, it entered the opponent's body.

Hunters will not use magic breath protection, it is considered a waste.However, Yin Biyue chose to use all his true energy for the sword.

So there was no sound at this time, only blood spattering.

The black and red blood turned into flowers competing to bloom in the sky.

The hunter's eyes froze in shock.

He didn't understand why the opponent's sword would be faster than his.What went wrong?

Yin Biyue drew his sword, and the dead Moxiu fell backwards and hit the ground, causing smoke and dust to rise.

And the opponent's long knife was also pulled away from his body, only a few centimeters away from piercing the heart.

Blood dripped down the blade, and the wind was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Juggernaut came out.

Yin Biyue looked confused, "Master, I didn't do well... I'm on the same level as him, but I almost lost to him."

The Juggernaut patted him on the shoulder, "It's only about life and death, not about winning or losing."

Wei Jingfeng didn't say another word.This person's realm is actually higher than that of his apprentice, but the magic cultivation method is special, and it is not easy to show coercion.

Yin Biyue was patted on the shoulder by his master.The gloom and bewilderment dissipated.

He smiled slightly.

The burning sun fell on the wasteland, shining on his blood-stained white hair and eyebrows.

*************

It has been seven days since Luo Mingchuan came to the border of the Western Continent, this time he brought more than [-] disciples from Cang Ya down the mountain.Separated halfway, one team escorted the refugees to the north, and the other team followed him to the west to eliminate demons.

The traces of the demon cultivators can be seen everywhere on the road, and they have also fought against a few loners.But it has been a long time since I met the magic repair team.

Until entering this small town.

The town was not prosperous at all, but now it is completely empty, not even the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs.There are scattered baggage and sundries everywhere on the street, which shows how hastily the escape was at that time.Fortunately, there were no bloodstains from the corpse, so the townspeople should have gotten the news in advance.

But there is still plenty of magic breath in this town.

You Moxiu is still hiding here, but the enemy is in the dark and they are in the light.

"Be vigilant at all times, don't disperse the team. I'll go to a higher place to have a look." Luo Mingchuan confessed, and flew towards the tower in the town.

He has prestige among all his disciples, and no matter what arrangements he makes along the way, no one raises any objections.And the follow-up facts proved that his decision-making is always the most appropriate and effective.

Looking from the tower, Luo Mingchuan had a panoramic view of the desolate town.Compared with the Jialan pupil technique, the divine sense is weak.He didn't need to climb high on purpose, he just wanted to prevent others from seeing the clues of his cultivation technique.

This is the first time he has used the pupil technique since he came down the mountain.Because he has deliberately reduced his dependence on it.

Moxiu showed signs in his eyes, at least a dozen people gathered in the mansion on the east side of the town.They know a special concealed technique, which can suppress the breath and avoid the observation of the divine consciousness.This kind of exquisite concealment should be the person of the 'Blue Palace' in the Zodiac.

Luo Mingchuan was concentrating on watching, but suddenly took three steps back.

As soon as the footsteps landed, the green brick exploded where he had just stood!

The whole tower shook slightly.After the smoke and dust, the enemy's figure appeared indistinctly.Five people, with indistinct cultivation bases, blocked his escape routes everywhere.

Cang Ya's disciples moved when they heard the sound, and some of them rushed towards the tower.

Luo Mingchuan shouted while making a move,

"Don't come here! Be careful!"

Before the words fell, a miserable wail sounded in the team.At the moment when they were attracted by the explosion, they didn't notice that Moxiu came to them quietly.

The golden light of the Buddhist Mahamudra shines on the tower, which is currently the fastest way to break out.The enemies standing in front of him were blasted away, but the remaining three gathered quickly.

One of them has the highest cultivation level, and the other two are headed by him.

The thief was captured first, the king was captured first, Shen Zhou's sword came out of its sheath, and slashed forward with a sharp sword aura.

The tower cracked at the foot of Luo Mingchuan, the crack extended all the way, and gravel and dust shot out all over the sky.They gathered around the sword as if they were alive, and slashed at the enemy together with the sword edge.

Like thousands of swords.

The strong demonic aura of the two people on the opposite side condensed into a solid wall, blocking in front of the other person, and the man's hands changed rapidly, and the ten thousand swords formed by the demonic aura flew into the air.

Weng Ming shook his ears, and the countless swords of the two sides met in the air.

Luo Mingchuan was eager to get down from the pagoda to help Cang Ya's disciples, and he did not hold back.

"boom--"

The wall of magic breath was broken, and the sword energy was criss-crossed. The two demon cultivators suffered violent backlash, and their hearts were shattered.

The fragile tower was finally overwhelmed and collapsed.

In the cloud of smoke and dust, that person stood in the air, still forming seals.His expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't seen his companion fall or die.Thousands of swords were continuously born out of thin air.

Luo Mingchuan's heart sank, knowing that he had underestimated the opponent's strength and reaction.

It was too late to regain the momentum of the sword, but the gaze was faster than the sword.

His pupils shrank slightly, and the magic sword in front of him shattered inch by inch.This bought him time to draw his sword.

Shen Zhou broke through the siege and came to the enemy.

The opponent suddenly withdrew his hand, his expression was shocked, and he let the gravel and mud penetrate his body.Blood gushes like a fountain.

In the end, he was pierced through the heart by the long sword, but he looked into Luo Mingchuan's eyes and shouted,

"Your Majesty..."

Then fell from the air, crashing into the ruins of the tower.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like