The desert is solitary, and the sky is filled with yellow sand.
The air seemed to have solidified into a block of ice, the world was desolate, and only the lonely cold wind whimpered.
"You want to drink with my heart, come on, you want my ancient dragon shield, come and get it!" Ouyang Ming looked at Dong Ruyu's falling body and shouted coldly.
He Jian's eyes were dull. Looking at Ouyang Ming was like looking at a huge mountain shrouded in black mist. What was revealed was always a small corner, and it seemed that he couldn't see through it no matter what.
Especially when his eyes glanced at Dong Ruyu, he felt even more frightened.
There was only one thought left in my mind: "In front of the Venerable, kill his heirs head-on? Isn't this... too domineering?"
For a moment, he actually forgot to escape and just stayed in place.
It wasn't until Xiaolan moved that he calmed down.
He quickly slapped his thigh and said in an urgent voice: "Brother Yu, please leave quickly. I have a way to escape."
Before Ouyang Ming had time to answer, another voice rang.
"Leave? Today, none of you can leave!" Dong Chenyu finally arrived, with waves of strong cold air exuding from his body.
He wanted to tear apart the skin and cramps of the two lowly human beings in front of him. How could he let them go away like this? He took one step forward, caught Dong Ruyu, and gently pressed his palm down from top to bottom, making it look round and wide, and he closed his eyes with unblinking eyes.
He said in a low voice: "Ruyu, don't worry, as a father I will definitely make them pay with blood!"
There was a volcano that completely erupted in his heart. Someone actually killed his heir in front of him. This was like a slap in the face, and the force was so strong that he couldn't hide. It made him furious and covered with blood. Every scale stood up.
With a gentle wave of his right hand, Dong Ruyu's body burned and turned into ashes, scattered among the yellow sand in the sky.
With a sliding step, his body was like a bloody lightning, and he chased after him!
He Jian glanced back, with an eager look on his face, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yu, you take Xiaolan away first, I'll hold him back."
Ouyang Ming pondered for a while: "He is a venerable man, you can't stop him."
Hearing these words, a surging sword intent burst out from He Jian, with a look of arrogance on his face: "I have a sword. Although it is a residual technique, it has the power to transcend levels. With this move, I used the body of a spiritual person to fight against the venerable master and escape." He paused and then said: "But only one move will consume all the spiritual energy in my Dantian." This was also because of Ouyang before. Ming was surrounded by hundreds of blood dragons, but he did not use this sword to explain.
This is also true. Once this sword is struck, he will have no fighting power.
He Jian turned his eyes, his throat moved, hesitated for a moment, and his voice was hoarse: "Help me take good care of Xiaolan, she is a poor child. All this today has been a huge blow to her, but she was born in this thief's world. , No one can do anything, and who can be alone?”
Ouyang Ming didn't know how to answer, so he took a deep look at He Jian. He was also a decisive and decisive person. Without any hesitation, he nodded heavily, waved his sleeves, took Xiaolan, turned into a rainbow, and went away in an instant.
He Jian smiled heartily and said: "If heaven had not given birth to him, Xu Aoran, the swordsmanship of eternity would be like a long night! Come and fight! Come and fight!"
Looking at Ouyang Ming's back, he took a deep breath and wondered what he was thinking.
The shadows of two blood swords were reflected in his eyes. When he turned around, it was like turning into an extremely sharp blood sword that could pierce the sky and break the stars.
It was so bright that people couldn't take their eyes away, and the long sword in his right hand made bursts of joyful sword sounds.
"Fight!" He Jian stood in the air, taking out an old wine flask from the space bag with his left hand, and holding a long sword in his right hand.
The white clothes are fluttering, the temperament is extraordinary, and the world is independent, like a swordsman who can cut mountains and seas.
At this moment, even Dong Chenyu felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. It seemed that if he was not careful, his life and death would disappear.
He only dared to watch Ouyang Ming's back go away and did not dare to pursue him.
He had a feeling in his mind that if he exposed his back in front of this human race, he would definitely escape death!
As soon as this feeling arose, I was immediately horrified in my heart, thinking to myself, this human monk is only at the peak of the spiritual realm, but he is so terrifying. How... how is it possible
In the spiritual world, there is a saying that if you don't become a person, you will always be an ant. Compared with the Venerable, the Spiritual One is like gravel and the stars. The distance between them is the entire sky and cannot be crossed in a lifetime. But now, Dong Chenyu actually felt a strong crisis in He Jian. This was simply a fantasy, and he refused to believe it no matter what, but the caution in his temper prevented him from pursuing it.
After being stunned for a moment, he quickly gathered his thoughts, adjusted his Qi, took a deep breath, and sat upright.
He opened his mouth and inhaled suddenly, and a dark and deep black hole suddenly appeared in the sky, sucking in all the spiritual energy within a hundred feet. It was sharply compressed in his chest and abdomen, turning into countless sharp spiritual energy swords. Suddenly, with a spit, the spiritual energy swords shot out from his mouth. Blocking out the sky and the sun, like falling snow pressing down on the green pines, is getting more and more urgent. If it was just like this, there were countless hurricanes rising from the ground in the sky, wrapping around the small spiritual sword, heading straight towards He Jian, and the heaven and earth roared and exploded.
He Jian's beard and hair were all white, and his sword intent was concentrated. He took a big sip of wine, dropped the wine bottle from the air with free and easy movements, and touched the sword lightly with the fingers of his left hand.
The spiritual power was transferred to the tip of the sword, and he drew a circular sword arc with his back, and then shook it out in vain to form a big circle.
The sword light is solid, gathering together and never scattering. It does not have the majestic, earth-shattering and awe-inspiring domineering look, but it has a more stunning feeling of returning to nature and simplicity.
At the same time, the body sank down, and the back pulled out a frightening arc. The center of gravity swayed in the body like mercury. Every time he raised his hand, he could block a small spiritual sword. He quickly walked backwards and swam away quickly. , only defend but not attack.
But there are too many sharp spiritual energy swords, and they are densely packed, like fine raindrops, penetrating every hole.
Only a moment later, He Jian was already in a dangerous situation, and every time he raised his hand to fight back, he was walking on thin ice.
Seeing this scene, Dong Chenyu showed joy on his face, exhaled a breath of cold air, and thought to himself, this is just the peak of a spiritual person, but I am too cautious. Thinking about it, there are very few spiritual beings who can perform a move in the hands of the Venerable, let alone bring a life-or-death crisis to the Venerable
There was no scruple in my heart anymore, every time I took a shot, I would open and close it wide and fall majestically, causing waves of roars.
He Jian was even more miserable and could only forcefully support himself while preparing for which sword strike to strike.
On the other side, Ouyang Ming's speed reached the extreme and turned into a black whirlwind.
He lowered his body, flickered a few times, and landed in a black forest. There was deathly silence all around, except for the sound of the whimpering wind.
Xiaolan lay on his back, her eyes dull. Just today, both her parents died, and there was no shelter from the sea breeze. The world in her heart collapsed and became dark, leaving only black and white.
Soon, Ouyang Ming found a small tree hole.
With a wave of his sleeves, countless formations like streams of light spread out, and a defensive formation and a phantom formation were quickly deployed. After pondering day and night during this period, his attainments in formations became more and more profound, and he was not much weaker than refining equipment.
He walked to the tree hole, squatted down, and said in an extremely soft voice: "Xiao Lan, you stay here, I will help Grandpa He, okay?"
There was finally a sparkle in Xiaolan's eyes, her red face wrinkled together, she carefully pulled Ouyang Ming's sleeves, and whispered: "I'm afraid of the dark alone, and there are monsters in the dark..." There was fear in her eyes, and Confusion about the unknown world. People are always afraid of change, not to mention that she was still so young and had just experienced a tragedy in the world.
Ouyang Ming's face was filled with pain, and he was a little at a loss.
After thinking for a moment, he took out many spiritual stones and lit them with the fire of Tianfeng. The tree hole suddenly became extremely bright.
He took out a windmill, handed it to Xiaolan, and said, "Here, I'll give this to you. I'll be back when it spins two hundred times."
"Really?" Xiaolan asked.
"real."
Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, then her soft fingers loosened the corners of his clothes.
Ouyang Ming left. He Jian's previous words were like explaining the funeral arrangements, which gave him a vague premonition, so he had to go. Moreover, it was as if he would miss something if he didn't go. This feeling was so wonderful that it was difficult to describe it in words.
Xiaolan stared at the windmill intently, carefully counting its revolutions.
In the sky, He Jian's body was covered with fine sword marks, and blood dripped out.
He coughed heavily and covered his mouth with his hand. When he put it down, his palm was extremely red.
I secretly thought in my heart, I'm old, I'm old, my Qi is blocked, I want to kill with this sword, but it took me so long to adjust.
Suddenly, a ray of light emitted from his eyes, like a knife and lightning.
With a shake of his arm, the light on the long sword shone, and the tadpole-like runes flickered violently, shattered into countless black marks, and merged into the Qingfeng Sword. The long sword seemed to have turned into a ray of starlight, as if Contaminated with the power of ghosts and gods.
He Jian's eyes became sincere, as if he were on a pilgrimage, with a faint madness that meant he would die in the morning after hearing the truth.
Exhaling gently, he looked up to the sky and roared: "This sword - lift the sky!"
Before the voice fell, a sword was slashed out, and an awe-inspiring sword light shot up into the sky. The majestic sword energy swept in all directions, as if it was about to tear the world into pieces. An invisible sword energy shot straight into the sky, trying to cut through the void. It is so sharp that all kinds of obstacles can be cut off with this sword.
This is an invincible trend stacked up by countless victories and glory. In the nine heavens and ten earths, nothing will last forever.
This is a kind of awe-inspiring domineering power that can kill anything in the world as long as I have a sword in my hand.
What you are asking is the Tao, what you are cutting is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, and what you are pursuing is the persistence of the Tao.
With this slash, the sky seemed to suddenly darken, and there was a slight ripple in the space.
This sword light absorbed all the subtle light in the sky.