Another frivolous young man held a flying sword in his hand and was also proficient in the art of swordsmanship. When they started fighting, his dark eyes were full of excitement. The sword energy was instantly released. The power may not be as good as Tao Wanqing, but there is no momentum at all. Not inferior.
"Boom..."
As the six people fought, the sharp sword energy, sword energy, and fierce spiritual power instantly collapsed the entire teahouse. After all, this teahouse was just an ordinary thing, made entirely of bamboo and wood. How could it withstand it? Such a violent bombardment.
Some bamboos turned into powder and were washed away by the rain in an instant, while some were broken into pieces and bombarded around. The sudden roaring sound and such loud movement made the tea drinkers on the first floor unable to pay attention to the falling trees in the sky. The heavy rain rushed towards the official road not far away, not even looking at the excitement. After all, compared with life, everything seems so insignificant.
The teahouse owner looked at the teahouse that had been razed to the ground, with bamboo splashing on his face. The scratches were so conspicuous, but the pain from the rain hitting the wound was far less than that of his own teahouse. Heartbroken by the destruction, when the teahouse owner looked at the murderous people in the rain, he screamed and ran away. How could he dare to ask others to compensate for his teahouse? He could only consider himself unlucky for this unreasonable disaster.
The six people fighting in the heavy rain were not stained by a drop of rainwater. There seemed to be invisible fluctuations around each person's body. When the rainwater fell from the sky and was about to fall, it instantly seemed to be evaporated. No wonder the teahouse owner Will run away after seeing this scene.
The even more bizarre scene was far more than that. The entire teahouse was destroyed, and the only thing intact was the table of the man in white, which maintained its previous posture. The tea table stood on the mud on the ground, and he just lifted it up peacefully. Holding the tea cup, it seemed as if he was enjoying the fighting while sipping the tea.
At this time, Zhao Jiuge figured out some of the methods used by the middle-aged lady in green robes in the distance. They should be fantasy-type methods. However, now the two burly men were attacking fiercely, and he was overwhelmed. Dare to be distracted in any way, so naturally she stopped paying attention to Tao Wanqing's situation, but she believed in Tao Wanqing's strength.
The two burly men ran directly towards him, and the swords released from the big swords in their hands were constantly disturbing Zhao Jiuge. While Zhao Jiuge concentrated on dealing with them, he squinted at the two men. After all, they were fighting in the realm of transformation. It is easy to win or lose, but at the same level, it is even more difficult to kill completely.
At present, in this barren mountain and with such a heavy rain, Zhao Jiuge is not worried at all that the competition here will attract anyone. After all, this is the border of Youzhou, so there is no need to be as impatient as he was in Bai'e City.
Moreover, Zhao Jiuge discovered more than once that the more you fight like this, the more you can increase your strength. This increase in strength is not only based on cultivation, but also on experience. Under this kind of oppression, the speed of spiritual energy absorption in the body will be faster than before. It has sped up a lot, and before reaching the realm of the spiritual sea, it is generally a process of accumulating spiritual power. After passing the realm of the spiritual sea, it is the realization of the Tao and the borrowing of the power of heaven and earth.
The sound of heavy rain rang in the ears, the sounds of swords and swords intertwined, Zhao Jiuge's chest was full of heroism, Jianghu smiled and grudged, without the shackles of the sect, everything can be done as he wants, without so much consideration, and there are not so many things. bondage.
With Zhao Jiuge's cheerful smile, fire suddenly shone in the air. The fiery red light was refracted by the rain falling in the sky, making the area appear wider. At the same time, the cold feeling brought by the rain was also diluted by the spray of fire. There was a lot, but on the contrary, there was still a faint blazing aura permeating the air.
The eight Eight Desolate Divine Swords shuttled around Zhao Jiuge's body. He seemed to feel the rain all over the sky, and he cheered a little, making a cheerful sword cry. The sound was like a rainbow, but it didn't feel that good when it fell into the ears of the two burly men. .
The most powerful method of sword cultivation is to set up a sword formation, and this is generally regarded as a method of high-level monks. It not only requires advanced cultivation as a pillar, but also has that foundation, because no matter what the sword formation requires, Flying swords or sword pictures are not something that ordinary people can buy.
The two burly men's hearts sank, but considering that they were outnumbered, they were not so panicked. After all, even though they were several famous bullies in Youzhou, they had never fought against such a monk with such profound knowledge. They don't know much about the power of the formation, after all, they have no experience in this area.
On the other side, Tao Wanqing was fighting with the green-robed lady and the frivolous young man. The fight had already been fierce. The constant roar in his ears did not affect Zhao Jiuge's state of mind. As he entered the fighting state, Zhao Jiuge On the contrary, my heart became calmer.
Eight Desolations Sword Formation.
Since he started practicing the Eight Desolations Sword Formation, Zhao Jiuge has only used it twice now. The first time he used it, the power brought a lot of surprise to Zhao Jiuge, and as his cultivation level continued to improve, that kind of The power continues to increase.
The eight Eight Desolate Divine Swords have been being tempered in Zhao Jiuge's body, so the degree of compatibility is getting higher and higher. As Zhao Jiuge's mind moves, the eight Eight Desolate Divine Swords that have been surrounding his body also begin to move slowly. He stood up and ran directly towards the two burly men.
Eight small fiery red lights and shadows moved slowly at first, and then moved as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, they shot towards the two burly men, and they also carried a fierce sword attack. The falling rain kept floating. Water vapor, the kind of rainwater that fell into the eight Eight Desolate Divine Swords, was immediately evaporated by the fiery breath.
The eight Eight Desolate Divine Swords immediately enveloped the two burly men holding broadswords, and the power of the sword formation began to slowly explode. Although the eight Eight Desolate Divine Swords kept moving, each flying sword exploded. The sword energy condensed into one, and gradually became like a light curtain, wrapping the two burly men, no matter which direction, it attracted a lot of offensive at all times.
The sabers released by the two burly men earlier were immediately shattered by the dense sword formation. These two burly men should have received the same inheritance before, and both the techniques and magic techniques were the same.
Seeing the sword formation wrapping around him, there was no panic. On the contrary, everything was resisting in an orderly manner. The shorter man next to him had a solemn expression, and the spiritual power in his body was surging, and he was running magic arts.
Another tall, burly man held a sword in one hand and held out a magic weapon in the other hand. The magic weapon exuded a blue halo and was only as big as a baby's fist. It was an orb.