The drizzle was like clouds and fog, and Pei Ziyun fell to the ground and stood in front of the bushes. This was the Xiaogu River area, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
In the memory of the original owner, he also encountered an attack from the Songyun Sect, but only a few years later, the blessed land was breached, the leader died in battle, and Song Zhi took over. In just four years, all the people he knew disappeared and were replaced by Qi. The disciples sent by the Xuan Sect have completely become the subordinates of the Qi Xuan Sect.
Now, finally that has changed.
But the change was not complete yet. Thinking of this, I shouted: "System!"
A plum blossom suddenly appeared in front of me, and it quickly enlarged into a translucent data frame, floating in the field of vision with a faint sense of light. The data that needed to be seen appeared in front of my eyes.
"Yin Shen: The First Level (Completion Level 3.5%)"
"Thirty-nine Taoist Skills: Mastery"
"Swordsmanship: Grandmaster (23.6% completion)"
"Supernatural Power: The Third Level of Star Movement (Highest)"
"I remember that last time my swordsmanship was 19.1% for Grandmaster. Now that I have fully understood the highest attainment of the Shen family's Thirty-Seven Styles, it has only increased by about 4%."
“It’s so difficult to reach the miraculous state.”
"However, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi is currently unable to be promoted, and the extra reputation has been transferred to Yin Shen, which has gradually gained some ground."
"It's a pity. If you give me some time, there should be no problems with the first three levels of Yinshen."
After calming down, Pei Ziyun burrowed into the grass and disappeared.
Dharma altar
The rain subsided and fell on the altar. A group of swordsmen stood upright, soaked all over. Now even the elders did not have umbrellas. The elders concentrated on maintaining the altar.
There were arrays of spiritual lights on the altar, flashing with fire from time to time, and two tokens, one jade and one gold, seemed to be yin and yang, spinning in the air.
Every elder was dripping with sweat, and the eldest elder was the core. Their complexions were pale and bluish-green, their lips were purple, and their sweat was flowing through their clothes. It was they who were completing the task of counteracting the crowding out of the blessed land, otherwise it would not be so easy to transform into an earthly immortal.
In a cave not far away, a middle-aged Taoist with sweat all over his head was staring at a Taoist who was monitoring the situation and hissed: "It's impossible, let's check again."
The Taoist who was monitoring the situation would rather know that it was meaningless, but still responded: "Yes!"
I saw that this cave was temporarily renovated, because it was quite spacious inside, and there were densely packed lamps in the middle. These lamps were all extinguished, making it look dark and gloomy. The Taoist held the magic weapon, pointed at the oil lamp, and with a "boom", all the The oil lamps all lit up for a while, but when the spell passed, they all went out again.
"All dead?"
"Even Elder Liu is dead?" The middle-aged Taoist man's body was trembling slightly, his face was pale and almost bloodless, and he ordered: "Calling the soul immediately and asking what happened."
The Taoist who was monitoring the situation trembled in fear, and said with a bit of fear: "It is not difficult to summon souls and question them, but only the elders have this authority."
As he spoke, the Taoist took a timid breath, and then plucked up his courage: "Brother, go ask the elders and give permission before I can cast the spell."
The middle-aged Taoist hesitated for a moment. He knew the reason. It was not difficult to summon the soul and ask questions. However, there were many secrets in the souls of dead people. If you asked anyone casually, wouldn't it be a big deal? So After pondering for a while, he finally sighed: "The elders were working hard to convert the method. I got a bad news, so I wanted to ask for more information before disturbing them. Now it seems that I have to ask the elders first."
After saying that, the middle-aged Taoist sighed and was about to leave the cave. He suddenly felt his heart throbbing and stopped immediately.
At this moment, a sword light suddenly appeared at the entrance and pierced straight towards him. The middle-aged Taoist reacted very quickly and opened his mouth to shout. Almost at the same time, the ring automatically broke open and a white light appeared.
"Poof!" The sword light broke through without any hindrance, entering from the chest and coming out from behind. The middle-aged Taoist's shout turned into a muddy sound of spurting blood.
The Taoist who was monitoring behind was shocked and immediately shouted: "There is a thief!"
In addition to the Taoist, there were two swordsmen. They all drew their swords at this time, but Pei Ziyun thrust out his long sword, and the sword light flashed. Almost at the same time, the three of them felt their eyes stinging, and their eyes were filled with sword light, and they all felt themselves It is the target of the enemy's main attack, and he can dodge or attack immediately.
But the figure disappeared, the phantom dispersed, and there was just a face-to-face encounter. The Taoist who was supervising him groaned and fell out, blood splattering.
"You!" The two swordsmen suddenly realized that they had been fooled and rushed forward. The sword light and wind and thunder were launched almost simultaneously.
Pei Ziyun's human form turned into a shadow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, inserted into the gap of the sword light, and with a "clang" sound, the person suddenly turned around and disappeared, fleetingly.
"The art of war is tricky, and the same may be said for martial arts." The figure fell, Pei Ziyun's breathing was a little quick, and his face was a little pale, but his figure was stable.
“I don’t think the techniques in novels can really be used.”
A moment of life and death, a terrifying fight started in an instant. In fact, to put it bluntly, this technique is very simple, it is to use the sword energy and spiritual sense to make the other three people have the illusion that they are being attacked.
When people are at a critical moment of life and death, their instinct is to protect themselves. Therefore, the three people's joint efforts immediately turned into independent efforts, and they were defeated by themselves in an instant.
The wind and thunder were still ringing in my ears, and the fight was over. One of the two Taoists had his internal organs leaked out, and blood was flowing all over the floor. His body was still struggling, his hand holding the sword tightly, his face twisted, and he screamed in agony. The other one was directly stabbed in the heart. If you wear it, you will die very quickly.
"The art of war and the art of swordsmanship are one."
"No wonder Fusang calls swordsmanship a small art of war. There is actually some truth to it."
"To become a master, you must know the art of war." Pei Ziyun had a little blood on his face, wiped it off gently, and shook off the blood on his sword: "There are not many enemies left."
A thin layer of white light dissipated. This was a sound barrier. Even Pei Ziyun couldn't shield such a large area originally, but the cave was one-way, so it only needed to be shielded by the opening.
"Not alert." Pei Ziyun took a look and thought to himself. There were four elders on the altar, but he had just observed that they all had to support the formation and could not escape. Outside the altar, there were four more. Fencer.
After thinking about it, Pei Ziyun looked around and found a clean Taoist uniform. He immediately changed into his clothes and headed towards the altar.
The rain was hazy, and the four swordsmen had been holding on for most of the day, but they still maintained basic vigilance. They looked around and saw and heard people coming out of the cave.
The swordsman glanced at it from the corner of his eyes and saw that it was one of his own. The swordsman didn't pay much attention to it. He took a few steps closer before looking back. At first glance, he felt that this face was a bit unfamiliar.
"Who?" He spat out, and there was a flash of sword light, his throat went cold, and he immediately fell out. The swordsmen on the left and right sides immediately drew their swords on alert and rushed forward.
"Die!" An elder had no time to react. The head flew out and blood spurted out for several feet.
"Zheng Zheng Zheng"
The two swordsmen crossed to attack, and Pei Ziyun scurried, rolled, and slid... He changed his position and movement three times in an instant. With a "chi" sound, the sword light ruthlessly cut open the Tianling Cap of one swordsman. Suddenly, the man opened his mouth wide. There was another scream, and then a large ball of red and white brain emerged and fell.
"There is an enemy attack, elders, wake up quickly." At this time, another swordsman shouted, and the remaining three elders frowned and were about to wake up.
Pei Ziyun rushed towards an elder. The swordsman saw that he was in great danger and rushed at him desperately, but Pei Ziyun turned around and struck back with his sword.
"Poof" the sword entered his body and came out from behind. The swordsman let out a scream, his eyes instantly opened wide, and blood spurted out from where he drew the sword like a fountain.
"If you attack the enemy, you must save it; if you besiege the city and bring reinforcements." In fact, when it comes to swordsmanship, this swordsman is not bad, but once he encounters the art of war and lures the enemy to reveal his flaws, he can't kill him with just one sword.
Pei Ziyun turned quickly and was about to pounce on him. An elder just pointed out: "Imperial!"
Pei Ziyun groaned, fell back three steps, and then threw the long sword.
"Bang!" The long sword hit the suspended token hard, but it hit King Lu's token. There was only a "boom", and a dragon shadow appeared on the altar, and a roar sounded like a dragon but not a dragon. The cards exploded.
The remaining three elders were shocked as if struck by thunder, and vomited blood. One of the elders hissed: "Elder, get out of the circle quickly!"
There were two elders and one swordsman. Pei Ziyun wiped the blood from his lips and felt that his hands and feet were weak and could hardly lift his strength. He sighed secretly: "What a pity!"
After many battles, even though he had eaten something, he was actually running out of gas and the other party could not get any better. The magic circle was damaged and the backlash was imminent.
"If I had half the strength of my heyday, I could kill them all." Pei Ziyun thought, turned around, rolled on the ground, and picked up the sword.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
blessed land
"Boom!" A small red phantom dragon whined suddenly. It held on for a moment and then dispersed. As soon as it dispersed, the true king's imperial edict suddenly became bright.
"I have won on the ground. The dragon energy of King Lu that you borrowed has also dissipated. Go to hell!" Zhenjun said loudly, and the black energy that entangled it had gradually dissipated: "The sun, moon, yin and yang, clothe my dharma net."
"Damn it!" Seeing this, the incarnation of the Earth Immortal glanced upwards, and suddenly, "boom", a ball of light rose up in this blessed land.
The originally blessed land had become fragile after the war. At this time, the fireball penetrated a hole and disappeared into the blessed land instantly. In the hole, darkness seeped in.
"Zhenjun, why did you let it go?" someone asked.
"The Blessed Land has been hit hard many times. If we continue to fight, even if we kill this person, the Blessed Land may collapse." Zhenjun sighed, and red energy kept coming out of his body. Strangely enough, once it was released, the entire Blessed Land swayed. Gradually it stabilized, and the body was shrinking rapidly: "I was also severely injured and had to fall into deep sleep for a period of time to protect the blessed land and recover."
"Up to now, the Songyun Sect is exhausted." As he said that, Zhenjun pointed again and sent a ball of fire up: "And now the leader will not be able to hold on anymore."
Dharma altar
These changes happened too late, but in fact, Pei Ziyun picked up the sword, and the altar behind him exploded. The great elder spat out a mouthful of blood, retreated instead of advancing, and quickly retreated.
As the altar exploded, the two elders spit out another mouthful of blood. Pei Ziyun rushed forward and with a flash of sword light, the two elders suffered the backlash and had no time to resist, so they immediately killed them.
"No!" When the remaining swordsman saw this, he shouted like crazy. With so many elders dead, he himself would also die when he returned. He immediately killed himself regardless of his own safety.
"Poof" the figures intertwined, and the swordsman's face had a trace of blood. He staggered a few steps and fell down.
"Haha!" Looking at the great elder's retreating figure, Pei Ziyun let out a long laugh. Halfway through his laughter, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Do you know that I have run out of gas?" At this time, drizzle was falling and the sky was dark. Pei Ziyun took a few steps back and saw nothing but vastness. It seemed that the fight just now was just a dream.
(End of chapter)