The extremely cold sword energy swallowed the Queen Mother of the West in one gulp, and Yang Wan seemed to be annihilated in Qianqiu's dream of restoring the country.
However, the Zhenshan Divine Artifact has been born, and it completes the formation by itself, and no longer cares about this puppet that is promoted by the seedlings.
The mandarin duck sword formation, which no one controls, activated by itself, and the main sword in the formation pierced the clouds with cold light. The terrifying magic circle seemed to be framed by the edge of the thundercloud, spinning together with the pale lightning, looking down on the world.
On land and in the sea, every living thing felt the killing intent that almost crushed Xi Ping just now.
The cicada sloughs and the following are all ants.
In the silence, the most authentic Kunlun Nine Swords passed through the Queen Mother of the West, and slammed into the middle of the mandarin duck sword formation.
The Mandarin Duck Sword Formation shook.
What was in the fog just now
Hallucination? imagine? Or did the despicable remnants of the Yang family create a new poisonous miasma
The sword slave didn't know, the only person who could explain to her at this time hadn't had time to grow his mouth.
Before Xuanyin Zhixiu, the second elder of Kunlun was the youngest cicada in the world, a man who made a single path of swords among the Kunlun Nine Swords. Someone once said that his achievements in the future may not be inferior to Jianzong.
The servant sword slave used to think that his brother's brain was a little bit wrong. Others said that the second elder was trapped in the Northern Jue formation and couldn't get out temporarily. Such a powerful master will definitely be fine. As for the unrestrained Xie Bian, he opened his mouth and shut up, as if Master's death would do him any good. Shouldn't it be the other way around - even if the master and the high priest say that the master is indeed dead, as long as there is no dead body, the disciples should never give up believing that the master is still alive.
This kind of belief has nothing to do with the truth, and it may not have a basis. This is filial piety, and juniors should not have other opinions.
Besides, could the omniscient high priest and the head of the sect be mistaken? Could it be that he deliberately concealed the news of Master's death
However, at this moment, she was standing on the sea, with the icy mist of Wangchuan lingering around her body, she felt chills all over her body, and a thought came to her mind: What if... Xie Lin is right
As a sword boy, Wu Lingxiao entered the Disciple Hall at the age of ten, entered the inner school when he was less than fifteen, and spent almost his entire life in Kunlun.
The second elder is too introverted, so that he is a bit dull and reticent. There are few people in his sect, and he is missed by a large number of sword cultivators every year, and he has a variety of avenues. That time, probably because he was really impatient to be asked by the headmaster, he let go of his mouth and pointed casually, and said, "Then the leader of this group of disciples Tang Jiantong", and finally received a half-grown girl.
Wu Lingxiao hadn't reached the age at that time, girls in the Northern Continent generally seemed to grow up later, the master and the apprentice looked at each other, and she might never forget the expression on the master's face at that time - there was almost a little panic in the daze.
Such a small living thing is still a baby girl, and she is still growing up! How can this be raised? The second elder was afraid that he would be accidentally fed to death, or that he would not grow up if he couldn't feed her well, so he treated her almost cautiously, making countless jokes, like a clumsy old father.
She once felt that, apart from her elder brother who came out of the mother's womb hand in hand, the best person she met in her life was her master.
However, one Jiazi later, because of a word from the best master, the elder brother hanged the family, and died with regret.
And Kunlun.
Although the sect has hurt her, it has also made her a success. Everyone who walks out of the disciple hall is proud of the background of "Kunlun Sword Cultivator".
Two hundred years later, she suspected that the missing master's whereabouts had something to do with the sect.
She is a person who pursues purity and perfection. She thinks that a quick sword can cut everything, but it seems that she is always destined to be accompanied by love and hatred that are intertwined.
The sword servant stared at the mandarin duck sword array suspended above Lancang Mountain.
If what she saw just now was not a hallucination, then the Dao heart of Lancang's head should still be embedded in it, and she would have to take a look at the Yuanyang Sword Formation even if she died today.
It was Xi Ping who moved at the same time as her.
He shattered, condensed, and shattered again, and he may have gotten used to it by now. The dead pig is not afraid of the boiling water and chases after him, and the speed at which the body is born from the hidden bone is getting faster and faster.
At the beginning, his spiritual consciousness was blown hundreds of miles away from the land, and flew around like a kite for a long time before he struggled to grow back a few finger bones. After being smashed by the sword servant's slap, in less than a moment, he already had a rough outline. By the time he returned to the most dangerous peninsula, Xi Ping's hands had grown back completely.
The moment he landed, a pair of slender leg bones suddenly protruded from his unformed spiritual consciousness, barely supporting him up. Within ten steps, the meridians were almost connected, and he even felt his true essence. During this dispersal and gathering, the true essence has increased by 10% compared to the previous state, and it has reached the middle stage of ascension. And the two swords that smashed him into pieces before also belonged to his bones, and if he used it again, it would be his own "Master Sword of Madness", and because he was smashed by the sword from the inside out , the third and fourth forms of the "Sword of Angry Master" are far more handy than the others.
Before he ran naked, Xi Ping put on a disguised clothes with one spell, and recalled Zhao Ting and Jie Zi with another spell.
Immediately afterwards, all the Feihong planes on Lu Wu's boat received a message from Tai Sui: "Turn off, let's go!"
Lu Wu immediately filled all the remaining spirit stones into the protective circle, and the newly gold-plated steamship, driven by both mechanical power and spirit stones, broke through the surging Grand Canal.
The other boats came to their senses, and hurriedly followed suit and fled in all directions.
Xi Ping hit a wave of spiritual energy in the water and spread it out like a big net, guiding the scurrying merchant ships and preventing them from colliding in a hurry. The fine sword energy blocked the ultimate move from the sky in the low altitude.
In the sky, the Sword Servant fought against the Yuanyang Sword Formation. The Sword Servant always acted as if no one was there, and only saw the Yuanyang Sword Formation in his eyes. After all, it was a Yueman-level Zhenshan artifact. Jianguang tore her body apart, revealing the bone jade engraved with magic circles and inscriptions. It was scarred and scarred, just like the devastated Nanhe Peninsula.
On the ground, Xi Ping wished he could take the opportunity to take off the Nanhe Peninsula including the people and the land, roll it into a blanket, pack it up and throw it out.
The sword servant, the sword lunatic, didn't care about it, he insisted on passing through the mandarin duck sword formation, and even reached out to grab the main sword.
In the sword formation, the main sword is the eye of the formation, so how could she grab it so easily, all the sword energy scattered by Yuanyang Sword Formation was directed at her, to show some color to this junior who dared to challenge the moon full artifact.
With a loud "boom", Xi Ping was stunned, and for a moment he thought he had been struck to death by the mountain-suppressing artifact.
However, immediately, his newly born cervical vertebra "Kara" returned to its original position, and his own face was covered with the bone that always wanted to teach him to become a god. Xi Ping's facial features recovered, and his six senses returned. He suddenly raised his head, and saw the huge body of the sword servant was submerged in the sword light of the mandarin duck sword array like dust.
But at the next moment, a ray of frost suddenly flew out of the sword light, which was more dazzling than the melting furnace, and bounced towards the mandarin duck sword formation like lightning, ejecting several large swords around the sword formation from their original orbits!
The figure of the sword servant reappeared. At this time, her skin and flesh were gone, and her bare body was exposed to the light of the sword.
She is a monster supported by bone jade, spirit stones and a few human bones. This body completely abandoned the human form, and was born for the sword. The shoulders that were raised were abnormally wide, and the eyeballs had already flown. The hollow eye sockets were also carved from bone jade. She may have tried to save trouble at the beginning, so she didn't make the ups and downs of normal eyebrows and eye sockets at all. There was just a flat and simple ring.
The sharp eyes shot from inside were still staring at the main sword of the sword array.
As the late frost passed, it seemed as if the extreme northern white hair wind was blowing on the hot Nanhe Peninsula. The sword was especially excited when it encountered a strong enemy, and a chilling fighting spirit spread all over the place. Back off.
Also, Jin Sheng, the material of the main sword of Yuanyang Sword Formation, is said to be just a coward who became a god by relying on his sword.
Xi Ping suddenly remembered a book that the ignorant Xi Yue had read to him a long time ago, which described "Swords and Half-Puppets", saying that they "can travel thousands of miles a day without getting tired, and kill enemies without stopping with one breath."
At that time, he was just a superficial young man, he was so ugly that his liver was torn apart at a glance, and he drove Xi Yue away impatiently.
Now when he witnesses the real sword servant, he finally realizes that the judgment of beauty and ugliness is so vain and narrow-minded and self-righteous, which only reflects his own desires and fears. A frightening human being whose ugliness is part of greatness.
The sword servant roared, and Wan Shuang rushed to the Yuanyang Sword Formation again.
Xi Ping predicted that this sword would shake the world, and he wanted to throw a fleet of ships into the South China Sea with one palm, but in the blink of an eye, his inspiration suddenly warned him, and Xi Ping caught a glimpse of a cold light rising from the western sea in the corner of his eye.
The sword array and Wan Shuang fought hand-to-hand, and in a hurry, Xi Ping popped out a paper man and flew into the air to block the leaking sword energy. At the same time, the back of his neck seemed to be blown by a female ghost, his hairs stood up one by one, and his palms trembled uncontrollably.
That's moonlight... not the moon in the sky, but the silver moon.
"careful!"
Before his voice could pass through the flying sand and rocks, Xuan Wu had already caught a glimpse of the abnormally fast half-celestial ships on the peninsula and the South China Sea.
He raised his chin slightly, and glanced lightly at the sword servant who was fighting with Yuanyang sword formation: "Xiexiong."
Following his words, the sinister light of the silver moon fell down.
not good!
At this moment, Zhaoting came out from Xi Ping's palm.
Xi Ping subconsciously grabbed a handful, but he didn't catch it.
He raised his head suddenly, and a very cold sword light reflected in his eyes, which filled the South China Sea in an instant.
The sea water soared, the sword light passed, countless icebergs rose from the ground, and were illuminated by the silver moon wheel, making strange and bizarre shapes.
But those icebergs are not completely transparent, there are vortex-like sword marks frozen inside, layer upon layer, the light of the silver moon wheel disappears, folds away, and nothing leaks to the sea or the ground .
Xi Ping almost shook.
He looked along the sword light in Zhaoting, and saw a man in a scholar-style light gray robe coming from above the clouds, and cupped his hands at Xuan Wuyi from a distance: "Elder Xuan Wu, miners and expatriates from Xuanyin Mountain South Coal Mine , the monks on board are all subordinates of the Kaiming Division, and they are not evil spirits, please let them go."
Xi Ping was at the mouth of the sea, and countless icebergs stood between him and Xuan Wu.
Zhi Xiu lightly landed on a sharp iceberg very close to him, without looking back. With the fragments of Zhaoting, he was able to accurately lock the direction of Xi Ping, and tapped on the scabbard of Zhaoting with his hands behind his back.
Xi Ping's inspiration tends to be attached to hearing, if he wants to, he can hear the sound of small fish belching hundreds of miles away in the hurricane.
He realized that the master's knocking was referring to the honey tone - not the old version of Qianxiu Temple's wrong lips, he actually learned the latest version: leave here, don't worry about anything.
Xi Ping closed his eyes, with a half-sour and helpless smile on his face.
He is used to controlling the field, and he knew what was going on when he saw this posture.
The Immortal Artifact of Ascension Unexpectedly appeared in Nanhe, and Wang Geluobao must have pushed from the back when he was astonished, and immediately spread the news to the whole world.
It's all for others, the head of Kunlun who has a heart demon in his head will definitely want to bury the servant sword slave in Nanhe to recover Wanshuang. On the other hand, because Dao Lingjin appeared in Nanhe, he would also call Lingyun and Sanyue to come together.
From the perspective of Chu and Shu, the three major cicadas in Kunlun are all in Nanhe, who can not be afraid
It is definitely coming, but people from Xuanwu and Lingyun Mountain will definitely bring their own artifacts—Xuanwu has already arrived, and Lingyun and Kunlun are located farther away, so it is estimated that they will be one step slower.
The Silver Moon Wheel, the Nine Dragon Cauldron, and the Mandarin Duck Sword Formation gathered here, together with Kunlun and the Sword Servants who were wary of each other, these parties could have had a tug-of-war with each other, and for a while, they would not dare to go to the unknown depth. The Nanwan domestic break.
But Zhixiu came.
Elder Si Ming's crow's mouth is a prophecy - he will become the target of public criticism.
Couldn't he understand such an obvious thing? Didn't he agree that he must never get involved in Nanhe's affairs
If Tai Sui died so easily, he would have been crushed to the bottom of the sea by Lingshan eight hundred years ago! How could he do as much as Zhao Ting, who is "afraid of heights".
How can there be such a worry-free master in the world
Zhi Xiu tapped on the scabbard again: Be obedient.
Rebels don't move, maybe they don't know these two words.
Zhi Xiu took a deep breath: It's all here, what else can I do. I couldn't beat it, so don't distract me.
These words really hit Xi Ping's Achilles' heel, and the next moment, Zhi Xiu felt that the fragment of Zhao Ting left the place quickly, and landed on a boat that ran far away under the cover of an iceberg... The breath was unusual, it should be It's because the bone hasn't fully grown back yet.
Zhi Xiu's fingers stroking Zhao Ting's scabbard trembled slightly, and sighed secretly: one step at a time, one step at a time, why did he go on such a road.
Then he relaxed, and looked up at Xuan Wu who was not far away.
This is the first time that Xuan Wu has publicly shown his face under the paper mask. Behind him is a "silver moon", like Chang'e, hanging in the air, looking at Zhi Xiu.
"Zhi... Jing Zhai. After the famous school, he broke into the Xuanyin inner school without going through the selection of serious disciples, and was accepted as a personal disciple by one of the four major talkers in Xuanyin Mountain... the only one. From ascending to the cicada to sloughing, quickly There is no one before and no one in the future," he said in Wan language with a slightly hard accent unique to Chu people, "whoever listens will say that you are a perfect person."
Zhi Xiu said indifferently: "There is no perfect person in this world, and Elder Xuan has no reputation."
"But God has already favored you in this way—you," Xuan Wu said softly, "Your Excellency still doesn't appreciate it, and actually grew an evil tree on Lingshan, deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors—"
As soon as Xuan Wu finished speaking, he heard a "crash", and a huge round of moon shadow emerged from the South China Sea, melting all the glaciers in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Wei Chengxiang was looking at all directions, and at the risk of being chopped into stuffing by Da Neng, he spread his spiritual consciousness to the maximum in the wind of swords and rain of swords, and opened the way for Lu Wu.
Two figures suddenly landed in front of her, faster than divine consciousness.
Wei Chengxiang instinctively backed away three feet away before seeing the person coming, and was taken aback: "You..."
In front of her eyes were two little fair-faced Xi Ping without any spiritual masks—one of them was a little fairer than the other.
The paler one pushed the other Xi Ping towards her: "Paper doll, take it away for me."
Wei Cheng said, "Huh?"
Paper figurines are only useful when infused with spiritual consciousness, how can Xi Ping have the energy to distract himself right now
Xi Ping stretched out his hand, and the head of the paper figurine became transparent. Wei Chengxiang was shocked to find that the paper figurine had a mutilated altar with a broken sword hanging on it: "This is..."
"The heaviest thing on my body," Xi Ping said seriously, "I'll leave it to you, and take it away with these people for me... Ah Xiang, you are the most reliable friend I've ever known."
Before he finished speaking, he had disappeared, disappeared into the shadows.
The bone splitting talisman left by the third brother gave him a little supernatural power, allowing him to cut off a part of himself for a short time.
Thanks to Yuanyang Sword Formation for smashing him to the middle stage of ascension, his cultivation is not in vain, he can afford to cut off a corner of the altar right now, and sneak back to find his old and willful bastard master.