The Lord who use immortals as food

Black Cat nodded.

Pei Ye glanced at it with a tired yet grateful look, and immediately turned his sword around.

If Black Cat insists, he doesn't know if he will compromise, but no matter what the final decision is, he will be extremely painful.

It was difficult for the young man to convince himself to let the enemy go, and it was even less possible for the young man to sit back and watch the potential victim die because of this - because no matter how he thought, it was his own fault for letting Qu Zhu escape from the stone room.

Especially after no one gave his life.

The sun was rising high, and Pei Ye ran forward without saying a word, and finally gradually left the peaks, away from the lotus heart of the five peaks, until he came to the edge of Kongtong. He turned his head and saw that the mountain was coming. The second gate that I saw was standing on the peak on the side.

"It's been forty miles, okay, don't go any further." Black Cat stopped him.

Pei Ye actually felt that he could walk another five to ten miles. He was worried that Qu Zhu would give up if his condition was too bad, but knowing that this was the limit of the black cat, he gave up.

"Then let's go here." Pei Ye swallowed two pills given by Kongtong, sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly wiped away the blood on the sword's edge, and looked ahead quietly.

Use all your efforts to calm down your body and adjust it to its best state.

This is a flat mountaintop, and the deep and vast mountains are silent. It seems that he is the only one since ancient times.

When Qu Zhu climbed up step by step from the dark mountain at the back, he saw such a scene.

The young man closed his eyes, his bloody face was deep and clear in the morning light, still a bit childish, and the half amber and half iron bead hung conspicuously on his waist.

It's hard to imagine that the last link of all this is so tied to a young man, and Qu Zhu lowered his head and coughed twice, and another drop of blood fell into his palm. He turned out to be a powerful enemy.

The young man hadn't noticed him yet, but he just walked up to him silently and holding the knife.

Maybe it would be easier to assassinate Zhang Jingbi from under the noses of the peak masters, he thought quietly, but it would be the same anyway. What's more, how could he refuse to accept such an invitation?

Ten years ago, after returning from Xilong, I was at the bottom of Jinyuzhai Lake.

Two scenes that are inverted.

"How can such a divine object be covered in dust for thousands of years?"

"I just can't stand being a guard dog."

"That's right. Everything is just a tool."

"In the past ten years, I have made sword dragons form formations and Xinpo has recorded swords. Now I want to know what the purpose of all this is."

"We have been walking on the same road." Dark Gold's scene shone with a faint light in the darkness, "You can't break [Buried Star Tomb], we used Kongtong to forge the key; you were "Daoxu Ming" Shi Zong Jing" blocked it, so we used [Daliang] to open this road."

Ming Qitian holds her sword like a crane soaring into the sky.

Shi Shaosheng followed closely behind, Guangcheng, Liuli, Yuanyun, and Tianmen. The masters of the four peaks almost represent the strongest power in Kongtong today. They also hold the most authentic four swordsmanships of Kongtong in Shaolong. Jianghu, each of them is an unattainable immortal figure.

But in the heart of the mountain where thousands of swords are now swimming, the momentum of the four swords seems so mediocre.

Sima looked down from a high position, with his eyes lowered indifferently, and he gently raised his sword and pointed.

The mirror dragon mountain behind it pressed downwards like a mountain, but after only one tilt, each sword suddenly fired like a thundering giant, a majestic sword cry sounded in the belly of the mountain, and the dragon's head swept down in the roaring wind.

It doesn't have to be aimed at a certain target. The next moment, the five figures will be submerged by the silvery sea.

Everything suddenly fell into silence.

Shi Shaosheng stared and pursed his lips, with fierce anger in his eyes. When the first sword came towards him, he turned his wrist to block the sword. With a slight flicker, a wonderful rotation rose out of thin air and cut towards the neck very naturally. Shaosheng, the mobile master whose sword moves like light clouds and mist, is very familiar with this style - "Pine Mist Sword Ode"·[Flowing Mist in the Stream].

He returned to the sword, and his heart was crushed to death at that moment. This was an unimaginably perfect sword.

Among the hundred disciples on Guangcheng Peak, no one can use this move so flawlessly.

The so-called sword fighting is to look for flaws in the opponent's swordsmanship - either the flaws in the sword moves themselves, the flaws in the connection between the sword moves, or the higher the level of conflict between the sword moves and the current situation, the smaller the flaws.

Now the oppression of this mammoth stegosaurus has truly come upon it, with absolute perfection and precision, without any flaws. There is no way to break the move, but to exchange swords for swords.

And there are thirteen thousand swords like this.

The roaring and boiling sea of ​​swords seemed to have touched five more roaring boiling points in an instant. At the same time, bright sword flowers were stimulated, one of which only flashed and was suddenly submerged.

"Guangying!"

One sword, two swords, ten swords, a hundred swords. Countless swords suddenly passed by, and the only body was defeated in an instant. The beautiful blood flowers disappeared in a flash of silver, and the man's severely injured and broken body fell helplessly. , the sword that shot out of control plunged into the stone wall, still trembling with blood.

There is no need to doubt its power. It draws strength from the landscape and starlight like a [Star Bug]. The strength of each sword is enough to make [Ye Que]'s wrist stiff. And after deconstructing it with the three objects of [Sword Summoning Chapter], [Thread Pulling Thread] and [Heart Mirror], and re-gifting hundreds of flawless swordsmanship, those ancient joints that were weaknesses also disappeared.

Powerful, perfect, and charming. Such a creation, if it weren't for hiding in the dark, would be ranked among the famous formations in the world!

Everything happened in an instant. The teacher, Shaosheng, and his disciples were struggling to advance forward. The other two bright white waves behind him had almost stopped. Guan Shutang retreated three feet in an instant, and his left shoulder had been pierced by a sword.

Amidst all the difficulties, there was only a bright cloud that swept up along the sword sea.

It was also suppressed by the sea of ​​swords and slowed down by half, but the speed could still be called a surprise, like a white wave suddenly pulled out of the silver sea, and thousands of swords went crazy wherever it passed. A hundred "ding-dangs" could be heard in an instant. When she broke through the waves and floated in front of Sima, her sword was already charging behind her.

The cloud energy condensed back into the sword body in an instant, and the woman drew an extremely sharp "one" from her sword.

But Sima had already drawn his sword.

A strong wind roared from the back half of the stone platform. Sima's sword spread its wings like a peng, and the dark gold face suddenly came forward. The two swords met head-on. The woman's sword collapsed in an instant. Sima's sword advanced towards her throat like a poisonous dragon. Ming Qitian took three steps back. , leaving a gap to block the sword again, and Sima's sword suddenly burst out with extremely bright power. The woman's long sword collapsed again. She turned sideways in the air, like a floating cloud, and the passing sword light cut a bright line on her side arm. There were bloodstains, and his body was lifted up more than three feet at the same time.

With such a display and movement, Sima's whole body was filled with hundreds of feet of mysterious energy, which was exactly the secret scripture of Huansilou, "Fuyao Book"·[Like I Spread My Wings].

The pressure from the front of the mirror dragon had an impact that was hard to ignore. When the woman escaped from the dragon's body, her sword power was still at a low point. There are definitely not many people in the world who can seize this moment of opportunity, but Sima is obviously one of them.

So what followed was a series of murderous moves waiting for work.

The azure robe is like a ghost. The performance of this body must be no less than that of a woman. On the road to Tianque, maybe he is ahead.

Those who drew swords and Yuxuan were all at the peak of their peaks. Ming Qi Tianyi connected with seventeen swords, but was unable to counterattack even one attack.

And Sima's momentum is still rising. [Like I spread my wings], every time the profound energy of the sword is like flapping its wings to gather wind, the thousands of miles of wind under the wings has been accumulated to the extreme.

But the woman's bright face remained calm.

Because a trend has emerged unstoppably. The seventeen swords only last for a moment. In the height of the sword, she is climbing to a higher position with each sword.

Even though he tried his best to take the sword, this powerful Sima still couldn't suppress her.

Only a moment later. On the twenty-first sword, Sima's long sword suddenly paused, and then an unimaginable strong wind roared in the heart of the mountain, centered on him. In this moment, it was like flying ninety thousand miles away after flapping its wings and gathering the wind.

"Fuyao Book"·[Tunan]

The snow-white cloud energy surrounding the woman's body suddenly collapsed. As a [Ye Que], the battle for her mysterious energy has been completely defeated. The woman is completely in the opponent's mighty mysterious energy and has nothing to rely on.

All that is left on his body is the true energy in his Dantian and the long sword in his hand.

In the twenty-one sword fights, Ming Qitian only wanted a slight margin for improvement in swordsmanship. With this margin, you can draw a sword.

Surrounded by the mysterious energy, the woman entered alone, and a bloody and murderous sword suddenly rose.

Live in his country and kill his king, "Zhuangzi Sword Explanation"·[Common People's Sword].

The piercing sound of the sword blades interlacing, the extreme sharpness telling the ultimate danger, Sima Fenran twisted his wrist and raised the sword, tilting his neck to hold the sword, anyone could see the extreme tension in his body at this moment.

But the bright blade just passed by, and the scream only sounded like the tip of a needle for a moment. The white clothes fluttered past, the strong wind collapsed, and a crack was left on the side of Sima's neck.

Blood immediately drenched his shoulders. This was not fatal, but it also showed the reversal of the situation in an instant. Sima looked back indifferently, took advantage of the situation and leaned forward to fall to the stone platform. He turned his arm and crossed his sword, and the strong wind suddenly gathered on the blade. Behind the woman, the [Mirror Dragon] roared again.

But the moment he landed on the stage, [Sima] suddenly looked back, and an extremely sharp sword intent had risen from the side.

Shi Shaosheng's white hair fluttered like a heron, and his withered hand stroked the bright sword blade.