In the autumn rain falling from the sky, many bright red bird feathers were wetted by the rain and fell in pieces. After falling to the ground, the spirit of the blood feathers was immortal. The surrounding rain was steamed into white vapor hissingly, and then the blood feathers slowly faded away in the wash of the autumn rain. Loss of temperature.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth shook, and the rainwater all over the city was shattered into pieces by the sword energy and demonic energy. It fluttered in the autumn wind and turned into mist that splashed into the sky.
The hissing of birds and the sound of swords sounded continuously in the mist, followed by a sound like gold and stone when the two collided.
And Lord Xueyu was forcefully forced from the sky above the Imperial City to Qifeng Lake by this sharp sword energy.
Above Qifeng Lake, looking from a distance at this moment, countless extremely fine sword energies cut through the mist, like white rainbows hanging in the sky, intertwined and intertwined into the appearance of snow-white lotus flowers, and from the position of the stamens, a bit of cold light lit up, and the snow-white The woman in clothes turned into a sword light and flew away through the air. At the same time, the lotus intertwined with sword energy above the lake instantly shattered and turned into stars that gathered towards the center and attached to the woman like light particles.
The scene was like thousands of streams flowing into the river, eventually converging into an unstoppable torrent.
Mr. Xueyu complained endlessly. Before the sword was condensed, it had been fixed by the sword lock. He finally broke the sword lock with the blood sea sword technique, and the sword condensed by the broken sword lotus shone brightly in front of his eyes.
It couldn't find any chance to breathe, so it could only flap its wings to bring up the violent wind and waves, covering its body and escaping on the lake, away from the domineering Dao sword. Wherever it fanned the wind and waves, it also flew up. Thousands of sword shadows transformed into feathers appeared, like swarms of red moths, rushing towards the torrent of sword energy, blocking its progress.
However, these red moths could not be crushed for an instant. Lord Xueyu fled quickly against the surface of the lake, and the sword light also followed closely against the surface of the lake.
Wherever they passed, the water in the lake rolled up several feet high, like a wall of water that was built high in the lake and quickly collapsed as they left.
Mr. Xueyu's eyes were red, and the extremely sharp sword energy was almost touching his back, and began to roll off its steel-hard feathers.
"Damn, when did the mother-in-law of Yujian Tianzong become so powerful..."
At the moment when the sword energy was about to catch up, it couldn't bear it any longer, its wings suddenly slapped the water, and a curtain of water rose high from the distance between them.
When the sword energy pierced the water curtain, Lord Xueyu had already turned around. Its eyes were like torches, staring at the sword that pierced the water curtain. In the blink of an eye, its iron hook-like claws were filled with bloody fireworks. He reached out and thrust into the white light.
The indomitable sword energy finally came to an obvious pause at this moment.
Where they stayed, the waves beneath their feet made an earth-shattering sound, and the water below collapsed into a very deep pit. A large amount of lake water poured in from all directions but could not fill it up.
The torrent of sword energy gradually faded, and in the bright sword light, a sharp long sword started from the tip of the sword and finally slowly revealed its entire face.
The tip of the sword was only a few inches away from Mr. Xueyu's chest, and Mr. Xueyu also used his sharp claws to accurately grasp the blade of the sword, making it difficult for him to make any further progress.
Even so, the castration of this sword has not stopped, and the huge impact force is still pushing Xue Yujun back quickly, and Xue Yujun also keeps waving his wings, setting off strong winds, using this huge resistance to resist With the advancement of that sword.
Lord Xueyu's retreat became slower and slower, which meant that his forward-moving sword was finally coming to an end.
But Xue Yujun, who had only been able to hold on with one breath until now, finally got a chance to breathe. He suddenly opened his beak and absorbed the surrounding air into his body instantly.
There was a rumbling sound in the center of the lake.
The two figures finally stopped at a certain moment, standing still on the lake with a strange balance.
The angry waves around them gradually subsided after their bodies came to a standstill.
Lord Xueyu flapped his wings with some exhaustion. Looking at the tip of the sword that was close to his chest but failed to penetrate, a difficult smile appeared in his eyes.
And the sword energy was like snow foam that had been evaporated by the blazing sun, gradually dissipating in the strong wind and waves. The figure holding the sword stopped for the first time and clearly emerged on the water.
The woman is standing with a sword in her hands. She wears a sword dress like snow, has a slender waist with a black belt, and a silver jade pendant on the side of her waist. Thin red tassels hang down from the pendant, blowing in the wind.
And the jade crown and silver hairpin are not messy at all, and the green hair is dancing softly behind it.
Her face was covered with a pure white mask, and all she could see was the infinite chill and murderous aura in her autumn-like eyes.
Lord Xueyu met those eyes, and for a moment, he actually had the illusion that this woman was an indifferent sword.
"Half step in Ziting?" Mr. Xueyu was horrified.
The pinnacle of the longevity realm is Half-step Ziting.
With such a state, wherever you look in Nanzhou, there are immortals who can establish mountains and establish sects. If you don't live and practice in the world, why are you bringing trouble to me
Mr. Xueyu lamented in his heart, thinking that the other party wanted to use him as an opportunity to completely enter the first floor of the Purple Garden Realm, right
The woman looked at it indifferently. She leaned slightly to her side, pushing the hilt of the sword with her right hand, still wrestling with the monster. The lake wind along with the force of the push made her sword clothes that were close to her body dance wildly backwards. , hunting sound, the curve that should have been graceful and graceful like the undulating mountains, now also has a sharp and murderous meaning.
"Name the person who instigated you and spare your life."
The woman finally spoke, her voice clear and cold, without any impurities, like a clear jade sword washed away by all the dust.
Mr. Xueyu laughed twice and said righteously: "I do what I do, not to mention who in this little Nanzhou can send me to Tianjun? You little girl, don't rely on your ability to overwhelm me. , just want to trample on my dignity!"
The woman looked at it and said calmly: "There is a restriction in your body, otherwise it would be difficult for my sword to hurt you like this. Who placed this restriction? Who do you obey?"
Naturally, Lord Xueyu would not let go of this rare opportunity to breathe. While regulating the demonic power in his body that had been stimulated and chaotic, he said:
"Oh, I think you should be more grateful to the person who restrained you. Without this restraint, how can you, a little girl like you, be my opponent? At this moment, I am afraid that I have chased you all the way and fled in embarrassment. How can you dare to do this? Are you talking to me arrogantly?"
The woman was not angry, but asked coldly: "You won't tell?"
Lord Xueyu laughed wildly and said, "If you abandon your sword, kneel down and kowtow three times to beg me, I will consider talking to you."
While laughing wildly, Lord Xueyu suddenly flapped his wings, and countless red illusory sword feathers swept away like a wave. The hand holding the sword body suddenly twisted, trying to seize the sword.
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly. The sword was locked in a stalemate with Mr. Xueyu. It was difficult to withdraw it for a moment. She gave up the sword and swept back.
Mr. Xueyu laughed and said: "The little lady of the Yujian Sect is really obedient. She will give up the sword when she says it. When are you going to kowtow three times? I might as well kneel down with you and worship the heaven and the earth together..."
Lord Xueyu, who thought the sneak attack was successful, suddenly stopped smiling.
He was shocked to find that although the woman's figure was flying backwards, her fingers were holding some magic formula on her chest. The sword feathers he shot out were all assimilated into white by her as they approached her. The sword energy gathered into a tide, and with a move of her fingers, the tide turned and rushed towards her instead.
"Sword and spirit are the same body? How could there be such a person in Nanzhou?"
This thought just passed by for a moment. He didn't have time to think about it, and he abandoned his sword and ran away.
It was counting the time. Although it was still far away from His Highness's agreement, it really didn't dare to continue taking risks and just wanted to escape with all its strength.
He firmly believed that if he concentrated on escaping, no matter how good the woman's swordsmanship was, she would never be able to catch up with him.
It's a pity that the witch master hasn't shown up yet, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to complete the tasks His Highness has given me.
As soon as this thought came up, the next moment, the change happened again.
An ancient staff descended from the sky and stretched in front of him like a large pillar, blocking the way.
In front of him, an old man with withered and gray hair was holding a scroll in one hand and a staff in the other, standing on the waves of the lake, with the water boiling under his feet.
His eyes as turbid as a dead fish stared at the escaping giant bird, solemnly and solemnly, during which he had suppressed his anger for decades.
Decades ago, if this monster bird had not caused trouble in the imperial city, his path would have gone further. In order to maintain the stability of his path, he had to protect the peace of the city and do his best to fight this monster bird.
He was seriously injured in that battle, which directly jeopardized the foundation of the Dao. The path of spiritual practice that was supposed to be soaring has also become extremely bumpy. Now that he is over a hundred years old and gray-haired, he can already feel that death is approaching.
There is no end to the road, and death is his only ending.
The root of all this is this Blood Feather Lord.
How could he be willing to do so
"Evil beast!"
The old man roared angrily, and threw his wooden staff into the air, hitting Lord Xueyu on his head.
The sword fairy woman behind him who was originally chasing after him stopped. She stared at the ancient book in the old man's hand and narrowed her eyes.
The Blood Feather Lord was not afraid, and his pupils actually burst out with rare cruelty.
When you were young, all the prosperous witch masters could only rely on conspiracy and tricks to hurt it. Now, although you are restrained and seriously injured, you are also old...
The light of fire and blood illuminated the lake surface and penetrated the raindrops. Lord Xueyu roared loudly and rushed forward.
The Witch Lord stood still, he inherited the fate of a city, and what he represented was this ancient majestic city.
The two collided, and Mr. Xueyu screamed, his red feathers trembling all over his body, and his chest was bloody and bloody.
The old man was also swaying, but the imperial city by the lake was like an earthquake at the moment, and many structurally unstable houses had begun to collapse.
Lord Xueyu stared at him with bloodthirsty pupils: "You have become weak. If you didn't hold this fairy scroll, your sternum would have been completely broken just now."
The witch master looked at it coldly, not knowing nonsense. He looked at the masked woman standing behind the lake with a sword, and said loudly: "What are you waiting for?"
The woman said: "Let me take this book back to the mountain gate, and I will kill it for you right now."
The witch master looked stern: "Is your famous Immortal Sect also doing this to take advantage of others' danger?"
The woman said: "I know that this Immortal Scroll is the true carrier of the fortune of the imperial city. Our Immortal Sect will protect it well and ensure the peace of your Zhao country."
"The prosperity or decline of Zhao State is all in my hands."
The witch master sneered and squeezed the ancient scroll in his hand tighter. He turned the scroll to a certain page without looking at the woman and recited an extremely obscure spell.
Lord Xueyu felt as if there was thunder in his ears, and he was equally furious in his heart, but he did not rush forward. The next moment, the water under his feet began to sink, and he only felt that there was something invisible and extremely heavy pressing on his back. Go up and knock it down to the bottom of the lake.
That's the power of one city.
The woman looked at the red-feathered demon sparrow that was trying its best to resist, and sighed silently. The sword in her hand lightly drew clear, round ripples on the undulating lake surface.
That slight sword strike was filled with killing intent.
After all, it is her duty to kill demons on this trip. Regardless of whether the witch master agrees to her conditions or not, she will use her sword.
At that moment, Mr. Xueyu truly felt cold all over.
Under the pressure of a city, how could it escape this sword
At this moment, in the imperial city, the bell happened to be ringing.
It was the noon bell.
Mr. Xueyu's heart was in a state of shock. This bell was the time agreed upon with His Highness. It only needs to be postponed until this moment!
Now the time has come! Why hasn't there been any change in the imperial city
Could it be that that dead girl had already planned to treat her as an abandoned child
If so…
The despair of certain death engulfed his heart. The sword behind him was about to strike down, but it could not generate any resistance.
Zhao Xianger! I am a ghost...
Before he finished reciting the resentful spell in his heart, a sword energy hit his back. It spurted blood and fell into the lake. However, he was surprised to find that the sword was much lighter than he imagined.
It seemed to sense something and turned around suddenly, only to find that the masked female Sword Fairy had already turned around and no longer looked at itself.
And the Witch Lord, who had a blood feud with him, didn't even look at him at this moment.
It discovered that a figure made of flames appeared on the lake.
The flame had no specific shape, it looked like twisted electricity or a strange eye.
As soon as that figure appeared, a strong fear emerged in its heart. This fear was innate and seemed to come from the depths of its blood, even worse than the sword that killed it just now.
But it did not hesitate because of this change. As a bird, it did not fly upwards, which would be too conspicuous, but plunged directly into the lake.
It doesn't care what kind of monster the visitor is, it just wants to seize this slim chance to escape.
The darkness at the bottom of the lake swallowed it up. It had once hoped to become the Demon King of Nanzhou. Now it dragged its seriously injured body and mobilized the last strength of its body. Like a lake fish with all its scales peeled off, it fled into the darkness in embarrassment. .