Cultivation

Something came quickly in the darkness. Although the whole body's aura was blocked and he couldn't use Taoism, but fortunately, Fengyulou and Zhang Linggu's swordsmanship was practiced one move at a time.

Fengyulou often retreats for many years to practice swords, and Zhang Linggu's swordsmanship has been fighting with those sword spirits in Kunlongyuan for ten years.

Although the things in the darkness were extremely fast, they failed to succeed in sneak attacks several times, and were swept away by the sword wind of the two of them several times. After several fights, there was silence in the darkness, and nothing sneaked up on them again.

The sounds of fighting and shouting were heard from a distance, it seemed that although the thing didn't dare to provoke them, it didn't let others go.

Zhang Linggu called the sword spirit back, first to borrow the light from the sword spirit's body, and second, to prevent those things from attacking again. He walked very close to Fengyu Tower, and he could faintly smell the plum blossoms on Fengyu Tower. fragrant.

Zhang Linggu followed Fengyu Tower for more than a mile and walked on the mountain road for more than a mile. When he saw two monks lying on the ground in front of him, he went over and squatted down to have a look. Stretched to the bone.

He turned his head and said to Fengyu Tower: "He died of being sucked into the anger. I'm afraid there is a demon born on this mountain."

Demons are mountain spirits, monsters are water monsters, it is not uncommon to have demons on a mountain, but demons have always seduced people with their voices and colors, tempting people to fall into the cliffs and deep valleys, and then devour their souls and flesh. It is rare for them to swallow their anger so directly.

"Take back the sword spirit, and we will lure those demons out and kill them." Feng Yulou's countermeasures were rough.

"It's not that simple." Zhang Linggu continued to walk forward vigilantly as he said, "One mountain can't accommodate two tigers. Of course, the ghosts in this mountain can't accommodate demons, unless these demons are watchdogs raised by that ghost. If we touch the door, then we will not be far from the real master."

He looked up, the night was dark, starless and moonless, and the weird monster cloud was also hidden in the dark sky: "It stands to reason that the seventh mother devil who is a ghost has not yet been refined, so it shouldn't attract such a big monster Yun is right, there is an evil spirit in this matter from the beginning to the end, we should be careful."

Fengyulou said: "No matter what comes, just cut it off with a sword."

Zhang Linggu said: "I can't use Taoism now, if I bring something more powerful than the charm, I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with."

"My Buddha is merciful." After the Buddha's cry, the Jinxiu monk of Baoguang Temple came out from behind a big tree: "You Taoists pay attention to the harmony of yin and yang and the unity of heaven and man. This mountain is now covered with dead energy. There is no rising of clean qi and no turbid qi coming out, so Taoism cannot be performed."

Hearing what the monk said, Zhang Linggu obviously has a way to deal with this situation. He asked with great interest: "Buddhists talk about the power of mind, so I think the master will not be disturbed by the dead energy in the mountain, so please ask the master to deal with this situation." Show your might and find out the evil spirits in this mountain, everyone can see whether it is a mule or a horse."

"What the benefactor said is very true." As soon as Monk Jinxiu finished speaking, the Zen staff in his hand smashed down on Zhang Linggu with a golden light.

Zhang Linggu turned back, and immediately a sword spirit stepped forward to catch Monk Jinxiu's Zen staff. He hurriedly asked other sword spirits to check to make sure there was no one else around, so he asked about being entangled by the sword spirit. Monk Jinxiu who couldn't get away: "Master suddenly attacked me. Could it be that he is with the monsters in the mountain? Seeing that those monsters can't deal with us, you can't help but do it yourself?"

"Blood spouts!" Monk Jinxiu was very thin, but his voice was like a bell: "The Taoist monks in this mountain are all trapped by death energy, but why can you activate the sword spirit?"

"You said that this is the sword spirit, as long as the sword is there, the sword spirit is there." Zhang Linggu saw that the other sword spirits were eager to compete with Monk Jinxiu, and he hurriedly said: "They're all from the world of cultivating immortals, show some face, don't go together, come one by one, don't get the reputation of bullying the few with the more."

He said to Monk Jinxiu: "Excuse me, I, sword spirits, see that you are good at kung fu, and want to compete with you. Don't hurt your peace."

"To have one sword spirit for a person is already a miracle in the world. You actually brought five sword spirits. I noticed you when I was using animism. Although you have no blood, you have devilish energy. It shows that you are not only a sword spirit Moxiu, I still don’t know how to use other people’s sword spirits as my own!” Monk Jin Xiu still had the strength to denounce Zhang Linggu while fighting: “I see that you are basically on the same side as the evil spirits in this mountain! You released the demon cloud To lure hundreds of monks into the mountain, what is the intention?!"

Zhang Linggu felt that he was the dumb guy who ate Coptis chinensis. He was about to speak, but unexpectedly, Feng Yulou handed him a sword, and subconsciously moved away: "Master, what are you doing?"

Fengyulou didn't explain, one sword was faster than another, and the dense sword light covered Zhang Linggu in it, and his sword moves were brutal and domineering. Under the sword, such a fierce attack forced Zhang Linggu to fight with all his strength.

Although Fengyulou's swordsmanship is swift and fierce, without the blessing of Daoism, he is not as good as Zhang Linggu, who was ground by five sword spirits. Those five sword spirits belong to different schools, and their sword moves are different There is a difference, Zhang Linggu has been fighting with them for a long time, and his basic skills are not solid, but he is second to none in dealing with spiritual changes.

After a hundred moves, a strand of black appeared from Zhang Linggu's hand and wrapped around the tip of the sword like a swimming dragon. He pierced the clothes on Feng Yulou's shoulder with a backhand sword, and he was so scared that he quickly stopped the move: "Master, are you okay?" ?”

Fengyulou stabbed towards him with a sword without making a sound, Zhang Linggu suddenly felt ashamed, stood still and let Fengyulou's sword hit his throat.

The point of the sword stopped just as it touched Zhang Linggu's skin, Feng Yulou looked at Zhang Linggu: "Where did you learn your magic way of mind?"

When he asked this sentence, the joints holding the hilt of the sword so nervously turned white. Yu Yuanzhou was bewitched. Could it be that his spiritual baby could not avoid the fate of being bewitched?But Master Lu clearly said that he had used the blood heart lotus to wash away the devilish energy from the spirit baby.

Before that, he couldn't figure out why Wu Jiuzi had gray hair. He thought it was to keep the birthed baby and consumed his own soul, so the soul that survived so hard became enchanted again. Could it be that he really responded The Heavenly Demon that Master prophesied?

Zhang Linggu told how he saw Yu Yuanzhou talking to Master Lu in a trance in the small garden, and then sneaked a peek at the magic teaching mental method on the table. After falling into the trapped dragon, he was cornered by the sword spirit and absorbed it He talked about the ins and outs of the sword qi's reluctance to protect himself, and then he looked at Fengyulou with a particularly sincere look: "Master, I have never killed anyone, and I have never harmed anyone."

"Of course you didn't kill them. You tricked these sword spirits to do it for you!" Monk Jin Xiu had already met the third sword spirit. technology only.

These sword spirits are weapon spirits. His Buddhist mind power and handprints are ineffective against them, so he can only resist his moves. Although he has practiced hard for many years, he can't bear it after a few rounds: "If you become a demon, you will destroy your humanity. Now Xingzang is exposed and wants to kill people, right? The poor monk will never let a vicious person like you do harm to the world!"

Zhang Linggu sighed faintly in his heart, wishing to grab a lump of mud from the ground and stuff Monk Jinxiu's mouth immediately, these sword spirits are all martial idiots, they are playing with each other when they have nothing to do. Try it, can he stop it?

If he stops these sword spirits later, he will be the one who will hit him. Forget it, let this monk practice with those sword spirits.

"Cheating and killing innocent girls, how many parents have lost their beloved daughters? How many people have been forced to live in poverty because of you by closing the mountain to worship? Fearing that Fengyulou would not poke Zhang Linggu, he added fuel and jealousy: "This fellow Taoist, I don't know if you are from the same sect as him, even if you are, you should understand that once you enter the magic way, there is no salvation. Killing him is saving countless innocent lives, don't hesitate any longer, the poor monk is about to lose his hold, hurry up with a sword... ah!"

Fengyulou swung his sword, but the sword pierced Monk Jinxiu's shoulder, and he said coldly, "Noise."

Zhang Linggu heaved a sigh of relief, if the bald head continued to chatter like this, he was really afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself from killing, so he stabbed him with a sword to be clean.

"River of the same feather!" Monk Jin Xiu held his wound and took two steps back angrily, his eyes full of resentment: "You guys remember! The poor monk will definitely sue the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect!"

Before he finished speaking, a black air wrapped around his neck in the darkness, dragging him directly to the top of a big tree, and there was a chuckle in the dark, and for a while, no man or woman could be heard.

Zhang Linggu and Feng Yulou charged forward with their swords, but the monk Jinxiu who was dragged up to the canopy fell in front of them all at once, his eyes rolled and his skin was shriveled. In just one breath, he had been sucked dry and died of anger.

The monsters in this mountain are really arrogant.

Zhang Linggu tried to catch up as soon as he pulled his sleeves, but was held down by Fengyulou on his shoulders.

Fengyulou gave him a hard look, and then said to the five sword spirits: "Look at him, don't allow him to see blood."

Moxiu will take the road of bloodthirsty when he sees blood, but the more bloodthirsty Moxiu is, the stronger his skill is, so even if most Moxiu don't want to be a bloodthirsty person at first, they will become more and more controlling in the end I can't help the violence in my body.

The corner of Zhang Linggu's mouth curled into a helpless smile: "Master, that's impossible."

Fengyulou flicked his sleeves, and the back view definitely looked like Qianshan, which was frozen and snowed all year round: "There is nothing impossible with me."

Zhang Linggu was patted on the spot by his imposing appearance, and couldn't help thinking of the first time he saw him, facing more than a dozen fellows in the world of cultivating immortals, he hugged himself and left. Many years have passed, He still remembered the fearless demeanor of Fengyu Tower, so why should he be afraid?

Can't kill and can't be stained with blood, is it useless?

Zhang Linggu looked at the five sword spirits around him: "Whoever has a way to get rid of this dead spirit, hurry up and tell me, this is a good opportunity to show your face."

The author has something to say: The male protagonist’s golden finger, five sword spirits, lasted for thousands of years, nothing else is that he has been with the five masters, he is knowledgeable, he likes to fight, some people beat others and no one fights, it is a pity that he can’t speak, otherwise You must be a professional barber, why would you listen to the male lead, because the idiot made a blood oath, the blood oath is not important, the important thing is to come out to play when you are idle and bored