I mentioned the true energy of the Four Lakes, against the aura of the Grandmaster Realm emanating from Murong Baiyun. After the first battle with Wuming, my realm was no more than the first-class middle and upper level, and my real combat power was undefeated against the two Shifang hermits.
If you encounter Murong Baiyun outside the three realms, you can only run with your tail between them. But today is different. With the help of the Dragon Slaying Formation, Murong Baiyun and I seem to be fighting each other.
Murong Baiyun squinted his eyes and looked at me slightly mockingly. Do you think you have a chance to win
I knew that he was good at attacking the mind, and he was not moved by him at all, and said seriously, I think...
Murong Baiyun interjected, forget it, I'm not interested in knowing.
Without finishing a sentence, I was choked by him.
At this moment, the Blue Nightmare sword in Murong Baiyun's hand drew a sword flower in the air, floating towards me. As soon as he spoke, his momentum became weak, and Murong Baiyun immediately seized the opportunity.
Three swords in a row, shrouded me in sword moves, blocked all my retreat, forcibly forcing me to fight internally with it.
I was about to release the sword domain, but found that my own spatial laws were out of control. A stronger and more majestic space enveloped me. I only felt that my eyes were full of swordsmanship, separating me from the outside world. Come.
Three thousand phase swords, with swords as cages.
I didn't dare to hide my personalities. I came up and displayed the Wanjian River and Mountain, like a lightsaber, passing through Murong Baiyun's sword shadow, piercing Murong Baiyun's eyebrows with a series of changing moves.
Linglong is a dagger, an inch short risk.
Within the space of Murong Baiyun, my sword domain was completely suppressed, and I could only fight with it with my true energy and instinct. Murong Baiyun's figure was divided into eight, exquisitely pierced into nothingness.
Murong Baiyun appeared in the front right and slammed a fist on my chest.
Boom!
I heard the sound of a broken rib, vomiting blood, and flew out seven or eight feet upside down, hitting the stone wall of the main hall of the Guangming, and sinking into the stone for several inches.
Murong Baiyun asked with a smile, not convinced
I opened my mouth. I only felt a sharp pain in my chest. I couldn't speak. Ji Junbi even came to me and helped me up. I ran my true energy, trying to repair the wound, the four lakes of true energy overflowed, and there were signs of instability in the realm.
Ji Junbi said softly, how
I resisted the pain, took the hand supporting her shoulder, kissed her forehead, gave a sorrowful smile, rest assured, I won't let you be a widow.
As I said, I detonated the true energy of the four lakes, meditated silently in my heart about the sword art that broke the sky, and took the opportunity to release the sword domain. Within my spatial law, a few flashes, came to Murong Baiyun's side, and used Wanjianheshandi. Eleven styles, beautiful mountains and rivers!
This time, Murong Baiyun's shot was a bit unexpected, and he didn't have time to release the space rules. But the Grand Master is the Grand Master after all, his figure moved slightly, and Murong Baiyun split into two, resorting to the avatar of the Three Thousand Xiang Sword.
I used the space law of the sword domain to move in an instant, as fast as lightning, almost at the same time, imagining two swords, and piercing the two clones of Murong Baiyun at the same time.
A sneer, overwhelming.
A sharp pain came from the left shoulder, Murong Baiyun's sword aura hit me and knocked me out.
Murong Baiyun asked again, not convinced
I coughed, spit out blood mixed with saliva, my eyes were red, and I was paralyzed by you!
There was a beautiful singing sound.
Ji Junbi, wearing purple clothes, closed his eyes slightly, standing in front of the lotus throne, forming a seal with his hands, and chanting gently.
Under the silver moon, hundreds of lights poured down from the star map, flooding into my body like a flood. The blood drops in the dantian are like a treasure, devouring a starlight greedily.
Back then, in the capital city, the Spirit Devouring Orb could absorb the true essence between the heaven and the earth to enhance its power, and now the power of the thousands of stars in the night sky is its most delicious delicacy.
It's just the devouring of spirit-devouring blood drops, and it doesn't seem to take into account my body's ability to withstand it. More and more the power of the stars gathered in the body, and the meridians of the whole body were burned with scorching heat like a fire. The pain is like scraping a sharp knife on the bone.
Chongdai Sihu meridians are full of true energy, and there is a hidden danger of bursting the embankment. I gritted my teeth and clung to the spiritual platform for clarity. In the battle at Murong Mountain Villa, the four lakes were brought to pieces. It took me a long time to gather the true energy of the four lakes again, but now I am unwilling to breathe a sigh of relief.
Unconsciously, I transported a half inch of river and mountain exercises to resist this force.
The situation suddenly changed.
A pure qi emerges from the middle of the Yin and Yang Sutras. It is as thin as a gossamer and looming, like two small springs on a cliff of ten thousand meters, slowly flowing in the body.
The mighty power absorbed by Spirit Devouring Blood Drops, encountering these two true qi, became like a domesticated beast, becoming extremely docile. The true qi passes through every meridian, and the power in the soul-devouring blood drops into it.
The spring water gradually turned into a stream, and slowly gathered into a river, irrigating tens of thousands of acres of fertile fields, slowly repairing my injuries, the river tens of thousands of miles, over the lofty mountains and ridges, and fell into the four lakes of the washing belt.
All this seems to be long, but it happened between a few breaths.
Ji Junbi knew that I was fused with Spirit Devouring Blood Drops, and I also knew that sooner or later there would be a battle with Murong Baiyun. It's just that I didn't expect that this battle would come so soon, let alone that the Dragon Slaying Formation would be opened for me tonight.
The Linglong dagger glowed brightly in his hand, and the sword field released, as if it had life, had a strange feeling in the sea of my knowledge.
This is completely different from what I used to just purely use the rules of the sword domain.
Linglong stretched across his chest.
The long river is like a waterfall, falling into the four lakes, splashing thousands of waves.
A wave of awe-inspiring true energy flowed through the meridians in the body and came to Linglong Dagger.
The white light was like the day, shooting away at Murong Baiyun. Murong Baiyun finally changed his face, cursing, wicked obstacles! The figure dodges slightly, avoiding the bright light.
Boom!
White light sank into the wall of the main hall of Guangming, and a black hole was bottomless. Upon seeing this, the group of heroes retreated into the tunnel, for fear of being injured by the sword light.
Without a hit, Murong Baiyun's spatial laws had enveloped me. His three thousand phase swords conjured up eight Murong Baiyuns and used unparalleled sword moves to trap me.
Relying on the fierce zhenqi in my body and releasing the longitude and latitude zhenqi, I kept moving in the sword domain, and realized the sense of position with the sword domain, and gradually understood Murong Baiyun's spatial laws.
After more than ten breaths, using the qi fluctuations measured by the latitude and longitude qi, after repelling an illusion, without looking back, I exerted my full strength, and a sword light suddenly pierced into an empty space on the right rear.
Puff puff.
The eight phases receded, Murong Baiyun's beard was cut off, a sword was in his forearm, blood came out, and his long sleeves were dyed red, looking very embarrassed.
I said that Murong Villa’s Three Thousand Phase Sword was nothing but that.
Murong Baiyun looked at me expressionlessly and said: If I had known this, it would be better to slap you to death.
Back then? With anger in my eyes, I sneered and said, even if I was not worthy of Murong Qiushui back then, my life and death would not be your turn to make irresponsible remarks!
Murong Baiyun was taken aback for a moment. Obviously he didn't expect that I would mention it. He snorted. The old man said twenty-three... Humph, you know what a fart. As he said, he glanced at Ji Junbi, do you think there is a dragon slaying formation, the old man is afraid that you will not succeed
I said that even if you have thirty torrential rain pear needles, you can't even think that you can live this bright and upright hall today.
Murong Baiyun waved his hand. Thirty swordsmen from Murong Villa came to the main hall, and thirty dark holes aimed at me. I took a breath of air in my heart. I have seen the power of torrential rain pear flower needles. Last year in Tang Sect, one almost killed me, and now there are thirty of them aimed at me.
My heart began to retreat, I looked at Murong Baiyun and said, can I discuss something with you
Murong Baiyun was silent.
I sighed and said, I have intensive phobia, even if it is aimed at me, can I disperse these thirty pieces? I looked at the densely and panicked and said.
Murong Baiyun smiled dumbly, the first time he heard such a humane request.
I kept flattering, the new martial arts order led by the leader is good, and it pays attention to humanistic care. However, on the way here, I heard about something, and I am afraid that speaking out may damage the leader's name.
What's the matter
I said people say that the leader of Murong is bullying and fearing hardships, he likes to play with scheming methods, and his work is not open and upright. Of course, I will not tell you that the person who said this is the Lingnan Nangong family...
Nangong Festival Exercise was about to scold, I even changed my words, it was Master Emei... It was Dajiang Gang.
Murong Baiyun was about to stroke his beard. Halfway through, he found that the beard underneath was gone. His face was a little awkward. Don't worry, if you don't want you to run away, these thirty rainstorm pear flower needles will not be shot at you.
Why
Murong Baiyun said, because it is too expensive and not worth it.
Look at the sword!
When the voice fell, Murong Baiyun rose in the air, and with the help of the realm of the three great masters abroad, he forcibly separated 16 dharmakayas and divided 32 dharmakayas.
With three thousand faces, I can calm your eighteen souls.
Murong Baiyun's thirty-two Dharma bodies had thirty-two sword shadows, each of whom had a different sword stroke.
It is said that there are 3,000 sword moves in the three thousand phase swords. No one is repeated, and they are practiced to the extreme. They have the power to cut the sky and destroy the earth. No one has practiced the Dharmakaya to more than a hundred.
Thirty-two people and thirty-two swords filled Murong's Baiyun Space Law, and enveloped me in the rain of swords, a suffocating sense of oppression.
The violent Sihu Zhenqi in the body instantly calmed down, but a huge wave rose up in the sea of knowledge. At the bottom of the Demon Ming Lake, within the Demon Cult Mountain Gate, the ten thousand swords intent engraved in the sea of knowledge suddenly flooded my mind.
The twelve styles of Wanjian River and Mountain, the same glory of heaven and earth, the same sky of the sun and the moon, and the impermanence of black and white are all clearly in my mind.
Thousands of sword moves, from the complex to the simple, there is only one move left. For a long time, the twelfth style of Wanjianheshan was unable to comprehend after all, but now, at this time, it has captured the magical trick that turned decay into a miracle.
I cut rivers and mountains with ten thousand swords.
The twelfth style, ten thousand swords return to one!
Thirty-two phases and thirty-two swords are oncoming.
Linglong dagger lifted up, and wrote the simplest word in the world in the sky.
One.