With the Wangchen sword in his hand, it made a sudden clang and tremor.
The Demon Lord of the Hollow Void Realm on the opposite side was once his young fellow practitioner, the person he taught and instructed, and it was such a person, but he fell into the devil's way so easily and his future was ruined.
Xuejian Wangchen's brilliance flickered, and he was clenched tightly by Jiang Yinghe's knuckle-boned fingers.
But in the other party's eyes, what attracted the most attention was not the long sword in his hand, but his stern and solemn expression.
He is still like this.
Refreshing, cool and spotless, it is the childhood dream of many people.
Xiao Xuanyu's Adam's apple rolled, and he smiled dully: "Okay, I want to see how much you miss me."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a lonely and cold sword light approaching.
Jiang Yinghe was not wearing a Taoist uniform, but was wearing a snow-white coat, the corners of which were billowing, his thin wrists were exposed from the wide sleeves, and the overwhelming sword energy from the Taoist sect made it almost impossible to hide.
Also in the Void Hole Realm, the means of magic cultivation will always be more radical. As soon as the two started fighting, Jiang Ying's Hemei Peak did not move, his expression was so calm that he wanted to kill him.
Even if there is an enchantment outside, the aftermath of the fight between the two will also flatten the illusion scene inside. The sound waves of the magic weapon pipa are lingering and lingering everywhere, being cut through by the cold light of the Wangchen Sword one by one, approaching the door.
Jian Guang brushed across his cheek, leaving a bloodstain on Xiao Xuanyu's cheek.
He raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains, curled his lips, licked the bloodstains on his fingertips, and said suddenly: "Little Crane, you are too guarded. This illusion does not have those strange functions, you don't have to be too wary of it …”
In the cold moon in the wilderness, Xiao Xuanyu walked forward facing the sword light split by the Wangchen Sword. As he approached step by step, Jiang Yinghe suddenly felt an unusual feeling.
Logically speaking, the illusion can be used as a maze, and can faintly erode the minds of others. Jiang Yinghe was on guard, but the other party's attitude was so fearless, which made him a little suspicious.
... Is there something that has not been considered? Pipa sound waves, magic repair methods...
He seemed to have caught something in his mind, but he didn't seem to have it. Jiang Yinghe stared intently at the past, and just when he was about to speak, a strange heat suddenly filled the always pure and cold Taoist body.
hiss-
The faint lewd aura from the other party surged over, and he finally remembered what he had neglected.
The aura on Xiao Xuanyu's body was originally a kind of deeply hidden
Acacia sect's art of illusion.
Jiang Yinghe's Dao body stagnated, Wangchenjian trembled slightly, and he thrust his backhand into the wilderness reflecting the moonlight.
The moonlight flowed slowly from the long ink-like hair on his temples, illuminating the frowning peaks of the cold brows.
Those indifferent eyes felt moist because of this strong illusion technique. Her thin lips were dry and soft, she opened them slightly at this moment, and took a deep breath.
If someone has broken the slender neck of the white crane and climbed the snow-covered plum blossoms, they can probably understand the scene in front of Xiao Xuanyu at this moment.
The cold moonlight enveloped Jiang Yinghe's snow-white clothes, and the light fragrance slowly spread out.
A strange breath approached.
"Little Crane." The other party said, "I can't beat you as a thousand-year-old sword cultivator. But you haven't changed at all in the past thousand years."
The breath came closer and closer, and the voice was hoarse.
"You always think of people too well, too naive, and too kind. I'm not the only one who is willing to use dirty tricks to get you? I just did what everyone wanted to do..."
"Do you know what I was thinking when you and Senior Brother Tong were tied for the same name?... I wanted to kill him at that time."
He raised his hand and brushed the hair hanging down Jiang Yinghe's cheek: "Still fighting? This is the seven-day acacia of the Hehuan Sect. I prepared it with a secret method."
He laughed lowly, staring at Jiang Yinghe's slightly trembling eyelashes, seeing Xuejian Wangchen supporting his body humming angrily, he felt a strong sense of satisfaction of fulfilling an old long-cherished wish.
He leaned over, and when he was within walking distance, he heard Jiang Yinghe's cold words.
"So you know that you're a fool." He raised his eyelids, "Is this considered a trick?"
As Jiang Yinghe's words fell, his sword-holding hand clenched the Wangchen sword tightly, and the chill that spread from the sword suddenly jumped, covering his back of his hand to his forearm with a thin layer of frost.
"That's all."
These four words have no waves or ripples, and the originally stagnant Dao body awakens the mind under the forcible operation, and comes out accompanied by the roar of sword energy.
Wang Chenjian has been thirsty for blood for a long time.
The sword light cut half of the opponent's body from it, and with the majestic spiritual power of the sword cultivator in the Void Realm, it completely tore apart the demon's power.
The blood was so bloody that the body and half of the primordial spirit were torn apart by the sword energy. The burst of bright red dyed the corners of his snow-white clothes and splashed on his cheeks.
Jiang Yinghe glanced at the other half of the primordial spirit that Xiao Xuanyu gave up his body and ran away immediately. After seeing that half of the primordial spirit suddenly plunged into the illusion and disappeared in the moonlight, he thrust his sword into the ground and spit out a
Mouth blood.
The Dao body of strong luck really doesn't work.
Why are even good-looking men so dangerous these days? This bastard is really owed, hiss...
At this moment, Jiang Yinghe actually still had the time to complain. He took a low breath, the injuries on his body seemed to hasten the effect of that bullshit acacia medicine, and his icy physique was almost unable to function.
Jiang Yinghe's consciousness sank and sank again and again, completely oblivious to the blood on his hand staining the sword pendant and slowly disappearing.
——
The building is still bustling, and even as the night gets darker, more and more people come and go.
Holding the teacup in his hand, Chang Ye watched Qin Jun walk up and down under his nose, and his irritability doubled up, and he said, "Can you stop turning? It makes me upset."
Qin Jun turned around and glanced at him, but couldn't find an outlet to vent, and said sarcastically with his expression unchanged: "Then junior brother, let's let go of the cup, I crushed four of them."
This scene is also a bit strange, sitting in the brothel can smell like a daughter-in-law waiting to give birth, and one is more unstable than the other, drinking tea for a long night can crush several cups, is it because of unconscious worry, temporary The kind you can't hold back.
Beside the two of them, Li Huanhan's eyes, which had been silently closed all this time, suddenly opened, their eyes were bright red and deep.
The breath of the cold jade mirror stone was stained with blood.
He stood up and said, "Qin Jun, look at the barrier, I'll go in and have a look."
Qin Jun followed suit, with a slightly impatient tone: "I'll go too, Chang Ye can just stay here by himself."
Chang Ye suddenly raised his eyes and cut off his words: "It's impossible to leave me here by myself, who knows whether the two of you went to help, or took advantage of it?"
Things turned back to the original point of mutual distrust. At this moment, something seemed to escape from the originally stable barrier, and the devilish energy suddenly filled up.
At the same time, the situation that had been at an impasse just now suddenly changed. Chang Ye's hand activated the communication token faster than his brain, and then the three of them directly entered the barrier set by the master at the same time.
The illusion in the enchantment has not disappeared. This illusion is one of the highest levels of the Hehuan sect. Unless the caster takes the initiative, outsiders who step into the illusion will always be just an endless maze.
But Li Huanhan turned a blind eye to the maze in front of him, and didn't care about where the other two were teleported after entering the illusion. Instead, he pulled out the Nirvana Sword, and the long-suppressed demonic energy on his body radiated out along with the surging blood on the sword.
No matter how gentle and considerate he is, he is also a demon.
He had suppressed it for a long time, and his blood eyes were plated with violent killing intent, full of blood and fire.
As the high-intensity demonic energy destroyed the maze inch by inch, Xiao Xuanyu's incomplete primordial spirit that escaped was also revealed in the next moment.
He stopped abruptly and opened his eyes wide.
Didn't the inquiring news say that Jiang Yinghe only had a few apprentices with him? How could there be such a level of magic repair here? !
The person in front of him is dressed in black with bloody eyes and the body of a demon, which not only fits the appearance of the big apprentice in the news, but even glanced at him indifferently, and asked coldly:
"That's you?"
Xiao Xuanyu: ... It seems too late to say it's not me now.
"Where is my master?"
Xiao Xuanyu maintained half of his primordial spirit, looked at the slightly loosened magic sword in his hand, was completely shocked by the scene in front of him, a strong sense of danger shot up his spine, and there was only one sentence left in his immobile mind:
Jiang Yinghe accepted his apprentices... all of them... Who the hell...