take care of yourself

There is a big difference between the fighting style of Faxiu at the stage of Huashen and that of those below Huashen. Most people have their own customary spells and fighting systems, unlike sword cultivators who only have sword moves from beginning to end. Ying Yao didn't expect to see anything from a single test, he raised the World-Saving Sword and pointed forward again, spread the aura around him to protect his body, and lightly met Zhuo Yuanshan's whip shadow.

On the tip of the Jiusu Sword, a sword light of right and wrong sword intent appeared, it shattered the whip shadows all over the sky and the light of the offensive spell, and then skillfully penetrated Zhuo Yuanshan's body-protecting aura, and shot at the opening in his heart Go, the escaping sword light blocked this space, making it impossible for him to practice escapism smoothly.

Zhuo Yuanshan stood still, his fingers slightly curled up to call back his long whip, and when the shadow of the whip flew towards him, it destroyed the light on the Jiusu Sword, and then another piece that looked very strange appeared in his heart. The strong defensive spells perfectly blocked Ying Yao's right and wrong sword intent.

The defensive spell shattered after blocking the blow. Zhuo Yuanshan grabbed the handle of his whip with his right hand, and pinched another spell with his left hand. He fell down from the same level as Ying Yao, and the long whip entangled him in the air. Ying Yao's ankle pulled him down.

Holding the sword, Ying Yao jumped up lightly and stepped on his straightened long whip, and approached Zhuoyuan Mountain like a bird jumping on a branch approaching the trunk, and then stopped the falling trend together with him, holding the saving world sword in his hand. Pointing at Zhuo Yuanshan's throat again.

The sword cultivator radiated sword intent unscrupulously against him, and the defensive spells around Zhuo Yuanshan appeared faster and faster. He took Ying Yao to wander around within the designated area of ​​the dojo, and Ying Yao seemed unable to break through it. His defensive spells are on par with him.

Zhuo Yuanshan held his long whip in his right hand, and the whip nimbly wrapped around the joints where Yingyao was hindering his movements. The left hand that pinched the spell was so fast that he could see the phantom, and the defensive spell and the offensive spell were continuously connected , but after a while, Ying Yao felt that the aura in this area of ​​the dojo had obviously become thinner. He lowered his eyelashes slightly, and when he blocked an attack with the Jiusu sword, he thought: It's time.

The sword cultivator accelerated his speed, his figure became erratic, and soon surpassed the speed that a monk could see clearly with his naked eyes. Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes blurred, and he saw him turning his head around the whip shadow and appearing behind him , he only had time to turn sideways slightly, and felt the cold air from the tip of the sword touch him.

The Jiusu sword easily passed through Faxiu's shoulder, Zhuo Yuanshan took a silent breath, the right hand controlling the long whip choked up a formula under the influence of the pain, causing his whip to swing aimlessly , his left hand pinched a formula for speeding up, and he untied himself from the Jiusu Sword without looking back, and flew forward for nearly a hundred meters before turning around with his strength, and raised the long whip to block it. A sword that should follow like a shadow.

His right shoulder was almost pierced by Ying Yao, and the aura immediately stopped the bleeding from the wound, only a little blood foam was squeezed out and wet the clothes, revealing a little not obvious trace.

Ying Yao was very close to him, the sword light hit him continuously like a waterfall, Zhuo Yuanshan could see that there was no expression on his face, which made Jianxiu look extremely cold.

Zhuo Yuanshan rebuilt defensive spells around his body, and retreated again, but this time he left a lot of offensive spells on the way back, which did not allow Ying Yao to catch up with him easily.

Ying Yao stood at the same place holding the Jiusu sword, and asked in a low voice, "Why keep your hand?"

The accumulation of power in the late stage of the transformation of the gods must surpass him, but he did not feel the power in Zhuo Yuanshan beyond the mid-stage of the transformation of the gods. If he wants to kill someone, Ying Yao is very happy to see his opponent is so pedantic, but if It's a sparring, and such people are very annoying to him.

Zhuo Yuanshan stuck a healing talisman on his right shoulder, and watched him spread his hands: "I haven't done it for a long time, I'm not very proficient, I need to get used to it."

Ying Yao didn't believe his rhetoric, and the healing talisman would take a while to take effect, but he didn't need to be too polite to wait for Zhuo Yuanshan's injury to heal, he also used escapism to bypass the formula left by Zhuo Yuanshan, Appearing in the sky above Zhuoyuan Mountain, he hit the ground on one knee and chopped at him with both hands holding the sword.

The sword of saving the world still has the sword light of right and wrong. Ying Yao attached the killing sword learned from Feng Jian to his own right and wrong sword. He learned the three-point killing sword, and Zhuo Yuanshan faced the sword directly. From time to time, I vaguely heard someone asking me right and wrong, if I am right, I will live, if I am wrong, I will die.

Faxiu couldn't answer this question, he avoided the blow, and at the same time threw his long whip, driving it to swim around himself and Yingyao. He unfolded it in his hand, and forcibly severed the connection between the long whip and the avenue. The lingering sword intent on Ying Yao's sword suddenly dissipated, and then he was repelled by his spell for two steps, and his back hit the whip wall .

The long whip that swam around him wrapped around Ying Yao's wrist with the tip of the whip, and the sword repairer firmly grasped his sword, and slashed it against his forearm with his backhand. With the crisp sound of Jin Ge's impact, the long whip was scattered by him, and fell from the wrist with a rustle.

"Entering the WTO" Dao Jianxiu's sword intent has nothing to do with the Dao. He adapted to Zhuo Yuanshan's "I am the world", straightened up and left his whip wall, lowered his eyelashes and smiled slightly: "It's not me That’s how it turned out.”

"It's not my way that has been cultivated in a mess." Zhuo Yuanshan restored the long whip to the state of walking around the two of them, and smiled a little, "Ah Yao asked me why I should keep my hands, don't you keep your hands too? ?”

Ying Yao raised the Jiusu Sword and tapped his eyebrows as a response, Zhuo Yuanshan raised his hand to block the silent sword light, pinched several spells with both hands, and in the blink of an eye, a handful of nearly black hands rose at Ying Yao's feet. The flames were burning extremely brightly, making crackling noises non-stop, licking his protective aura.

Ying Yao felt a chilly air gushing out from under his feet, and he recognized that it was the unique ground fire of Xixue Mountain. Although this thing is like a shadow and is not very friendly to Yuanshen, will it harm him for a while? Regardless of any harm, he carried the sword and attacked Zhuo Yuanshan with a right and wrong sword intent as usual.

Although he has only scratched the surface of the killing sword, the sword cultivator himself has a lot of fighting experience. For a moment, the sword light was like a tide, and Zhuo Yuanshan was dazzled by his beautiful sword intent. There was a scar on Yingyao's left arm.

Jiu Sujian cursed: "Fuck 'I love you very much', is there anyone who loves you so much!"

Ying Yao squeezed the hilt of her own sword, meaning to concentrate, the Jiusu Sword hummed, the trembling tip of the sword stabilized again, and the hidden and sharp sword intent cut off a corner of Zhuo Yuanshan through the blade sleeve, and then cut off a piece of flesh on the back of his right hand.

Zhuo Yuanshan let out a soft snort, and there was an opening on his left hand, Ying Yao's sword move was too late to turn, so he just clenched his left hand and punched him on the right cheek.

His punch happened to hit Zhuo Yuanshan's cheekbone, the sword cultivator exerted great strength, his cheekbone was immediately bruised, and Jusujian took pleasure in his misfortune: "Well done, my Yao! Give me another punch!"

Fang Li looked up at the ashram for a while, determined that Zhuo Yuanshan could not cause too much damage to Yingyao, so he put down his mind and stopped staring at him, and turned his consciousness to monitor the changes in Mount Emei, while talking with Feng Jian with a communication talisman.

When Ying Yao took the opportunity to punch Zhuo Yuanshan on the left side of the face, Fang Li suddenly felt the premonition that made him feel uneasy. Shan then made a truce gesture, and flew away from the dojo with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Ying Yao frowned and looked north, only the Jiusu Sword was still applauding foolishly.

From the north, a rosy light rushes like a long rainbow piercing the sun. It looks like the path is going straight to Mount Emei. The spiritual veins below Mount Emei echo with clouds, and the mountains tremble in an instant, almost collapsing the mountains.

Fang Li didn't hesitate for too long, he accepted Feng Jian's message telling him to follow his heart, drew his sword to stabilize his uneasy spirit, and kicked Zhuo Yuanshan: "Tell your people to go down the mountain to evacuate the people, You and I suppress the spirit vein together." Without waiting for Zhuo Yuanshan to respond, he called Ying Yao again, "You kid also come to help, try to see if the Enlightenment Sword can communicate with the spirit vein! Ask what happened to it?"

While he was speaking, the Xiaguang coming from the north was already close at hand. Yingyao flew forward with his sword, and was about to see what Xiaguang was, when he suddenly turned around with a feeling, and happened to see the sea also surging from the south. A same ray of light, filled with water vapor, came to the north, and it came to the front in the blink of an eye, connecting with another ray of light.

Ying Yao quickly landed on a mountain peak that Lingmai passed by, knelt down on his knees and inserted the World-Saving Sword into the ground, Lingmai let out a meaningless roar at him, shook his head and wagged his tail, broke free from Fang Li's restraint, and jumped into two Where the rays of light intersect.

Ying Yao's whole body was pierced by the spiritual veins, he looked up for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Who said that Mount Emei can no longer be chaotic?" He said to Zhuo Yuanshan, "The battle for orthodoxy has already begun. You get out of the way."

Zhuo Yuanshan looked a little dazed, he couldn't react for a while, but Fang Li frowned, understood what he was talking about, then raised his leg and kicked Zhuo Yuanshan away from his side, taking a lot of mustard seeds Throw the messenger talisman in and out.

But it was too late for him to kick Zhuo Yuanshan, one of the two rays of light wrapped him in, but in an instant, a strange entrance appeared out of thin air at the place where Zhuo Yuanshan was standing, and swallowed him in one gulp go down.

Ying Yao saw him take something out of the mustard ring, and then disappeared into the entrance under the rays of light. Fang Li caught the seal he threw and frowned as he looked at the direction where the rays of light converged.

"I know where this thing took him. He has the seal of Tongtian in his hand. These two Xiaguang made by Feisheng Road are naturally close to him. I will recover the spiritual veins, and you will take people to comfort and transfer the people," Fang said. Li said to Yao, "In three days, I will take you to the cave where the so-called Feisheng road is hidden."