A silver long sword appeared in Ye Liangchen's hands at some unknown time, constantly beeping harshly.
With the long sword in his hand, Ye Liangchen seemed to have changed himself, and his whole body exuded a domineering aura. This aura continued to climb, enshrouding the lame monk. The lame monk felt the danger and did not dare to hold it big, and his staff swayed slightly to release the law of his space. In the middle of the courtyard, a dark space was formed with the lame monk as the center.
This is a space of laws that does not belong to the human world, this is a space that belongs to the lame monk.
Ye Liangchen held the long sword, without even thinking about it, with a move from the sky, carrying countless heaven and earth true essence, he jumped into the dark space.
Ding Ding Ding, in the dark space, the sound of sword sticks struck one's ears.
Everyone backed away, lest the Chiyu might be affected.
The longitudes and latitudes I released touched the edge of the space, and it was like a stone cow sinking into the sea, completely swallowed.
The two struggled to thirty or forty moves, and the space of the lame monk became larger and larger, occupying half of the courtyard.
One is one of the six gods who descended from the underworld, and the other is the martial arts master of the highest realm in the world. I can't see through the situation from the outside, but I can feel the True Yuan fluctuations at the edge of the space. A steady stream of power from heaven and earth floods into the space.
The more they fought, the more courageous they fought, the faster they changed their speed.
Inside the space, a thunderous sound came. In the endless darkness, a ray of light began to emerge. A gap was cut in the space of the underworld.
Immediately afterwards, more and more light came from the space. But within a few breaths, the dark space has become riddled with holes.
The silhouettes of the two became clearer, Ye Liangchen's body was bathed in blood, his moves became slower and slower, but his eyes became more and more clear. With the long sword in Ye Liangchen's hand, dozens of sword lights were imaginary in the limited space, and the lame monk was forced to retreat again and again.
This is the real flying fairy!
When Ye Liangchen and Zhao Ritian competed, it was just a gimmick performance, and Ye Liangchen did not exert all his strength. Now he uses his law space to forcibly smash the underworld power of the lame monk into crumbs.
More and more Heaven and Earth True Essence poured into Ye Liangchen's body, dozens of sword lights were raging in the light, and gradually converged into a sword shadow, vaguely blending with the long sword in Ye Liangchen's hand.
Sword Soul!
Three sayings have said that Longhushan swordsmanship is practiced to the limit, the sword can regenerate the soul, and it can drop demons and eliminate demons as you like. Ye Liangchen was originally the head of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Dao, and his practice of swordsmanship is the nemesis of all demons and monsters.
The sword is like the soul, and the soul enters the sword.
Ye Liangchen leaped up in the air, slammed a sword, and then tumbling, supported by a long sword, fell to the ground.
The lame monk let out a cry, and the staff fell three feet away.
That sword just cut off the lame monk's left arm.
Ye Liangchen panted, looking at the lame monk, disdainfully said, because of his ability, he still wants to make some trouble in the world. The lame monk showed a vicious look, but lost his combat effectiveness. When Ye Liangchen raised his sword to kill the lame monk, a strange smile appeared at the corner of the lame monk's mouth.
I feel danger, yell, brother be careful!
The raised sword did not fall.
A long sword came out of Ye Liangchen's chest.
Amitabha, a white-clothed monk appeared in front of everyone. It was the white-clothed monk who had a fate in Yunqing Lake that day with anemia.
I roared, a burst of resentment enveloped my heart, and the power of devouring blood and blood instantly filled my body, using 12% of the true power to stab the anemia. The anemic monk flashed slightly, and instantly moved several feet away.
Brother Ye!
I held Ye Liangchen, his chest was stained red with blood, and the blood oozing from his mouth twisted his beard together.
Master!
Xiao Dao Tong saw all this in the house and let out a heart-piercing cry.
Ye Liangchen smiled on his pale face and said, Junior Brother, I tried my best.
I burst into tears and shook my head again and again, why should I do this
For a long time, although Ye Liangchen and I have been known as brothers, he is like three vulgars in my heart, and he is also a teacher and a friend. When I first entered the capital, apart from Liu Qingfeng, I had no other friends. I used to spend time at the Heavenly Master's Mansion every time I played value, chatting, competing in martial arts, and playing chess.
In my mind, Tianshi Mansion is like a escort board, and it is my second home. In the most miserable days in Beijing, I found the joy of life here. Ye Liangchen is also one of the elders I respect most besides the Sansu.
I felt the vitality being lost from Ye Liangchen's body, and my heartache was like a knife.
Ye Liangchen leaned on my shoulder and smiled, silly boy, because you are my junior.
Ye Liangchen's body became weaker and weaker, and he was struggling to put a package into my arms, saying that this is when I give you a gift. The brother has spent his whole life trying to avoid harm and has not done any major things. I am afraid that when he gets there, he will not see the ancestor. As he said, coughing ceaselessly, but the coughing sound has no strength.
With a bang, the study door was knocked open, Xiao Dao Tong rushed out, holding Ye Liangchen in pain and said, Master, don't go, I will never be lazy again, and I won't steal your wine.
Ye Liangchen touched Xiaodaotong’s head and said that you finished your homework? Xiaodaotong's eyes were red, and he nodded, and when finished, I will show it to you. Speaking, ran back to the room, holding the handwritten "Tao Te Ching", Dao, Master, look.
Ye Liangchen nodded, good boy, behave well, do things well. He said, closing his eyes slowly.
I let out a heart-piercing roar, and my eyes were red. I picked up Ye Liangchen's long sword on the ground and stared at the anemic monk and the lame monk. Today, I will let you two pay the debt.
These two are the six gods of the underworld, and martial arts are approaching the realm of heaven and human. Under the anger, I don’t care, condense my whole body on the long sword, and display the twelfth style of Wan Jian He Shan, Wan Jian Gui one.
A fiery breath blasted out from the long sword, and I rushed towards the two.
With a smile on his face, the anemic monk stretched out his right hand to catch my sword with two fingers.
The long sword was trapped and couldn't move forward for half a minute, and I detonated the spirit-devouring blood drop, stimulating the true energy of the whole body. Although the sword body was sleepy, the sword light shot out. The anemic monk pressed his left thumb on the sword light, said loudly, and abandoned the sword.
A fierce breath poured into the body along the sword, and my body was turned overwhelming. I resisted the pain, but never let go.
Anemia monk said, death will not change.
Wow, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the sword, but I gritted my teeth and refused to let go.
Pain to the extreme is numbness.
I breathed fire in my eyes, staring fiercely at the anemic monk.
This white-clothed monk descended from the god of darkness, close to the realm of heaven and human. The difference between me and his realm is like a cloud and mud. It is reasonable to say that he has already been defeated, but I was stunned by a breath in my heart. He confronted.
The anemic monk was finally impatient, said, stubbornly stubborn!
A majestic force of darkness poured into my body.
Wherever this force is in the body, the meridians of the whole body are burning up, and within a few breaths, the roots of the meridians of the whole body are broken. Within the dantian, the spirit-devouring blood drops suddenly swelled up as if being stimulated, and lost the channeling of the meridians, as if a raging fire ignited between the blood vessels of the whole body.
boom.
There was a thunder in the sea of consciousness, and I passed out.
Half-awake half-awake, vaguely heard the voice of someone talking.
The meridian of this man was completely cut off, and he was no different from the useless man. I really don't know what good it is to keep him.
Keep him alive, senior brother has ordered, this person is still useful.
It's strange that this kid is still alive after suffering such a serious injury, and his life is really hard.
Hmph, that life is so big that he escaped a catastrophe not long ago, but now he has captured his apprentice, and see if he dares to be like a tortoise, and refuses to show up. This time, he must be broken into ten thousand pieces. For this moment, I endured it for 23 years.
When I woke up, I found that I couldn't move, and there was darkness all around, and I didn't know where I was.
After a while, my eyesight gradually recovered, and with the weak fluorescence, I looked around. I found myself trapped in a dark space, and my wounds were simply bandaged.
I tried my luck, but found that my body was empty. With the knowledge of the dantian, the blood droplet of Spirit Devouring became more and more bright red, slowly rotating, releasing a trace of energy, maintaining a ray of vitality. Slowly, I felt my legs and feet feel sensation, and my body moved slightly.
There was a cold and old voice in my ears.
you're awake
I asked, who are you? This is where
The voice said hoarsely, this is the palace. To be precise, we are under the palace.
The palace? I was shocked in my heart, why am I here? Under the palace, is there no institution? I tried to struggle to sit up and look around. There was an empty space and no one was found.
You don't have to work hard, you can't see me.
I asked who are you
The voice laughed slightly at himself, who am I? After so many years, I have forgotten who I am. I remember the last time someone called me by name, it seemed to be called Po Changfeng.
tetanus? I wondered, do you have two brothers called diphtheria and whooping cough
The voice laughed dumbly, you are still in the mood to joke, it seems that your kid can't die. The old man broke the wind, not tetanus.
Breaking the wind
A thought suddenly flashed in my mind, the leader of the demon cult two hundred years ago? Before Lu Chunyang's ascension, the magical thought that was slashed with a sword? Have been hiding under the palace for so many years
I asked, are you the leader of the demon cult
Po Changfeng laughed and said, it is unexpected that two hundred years later, there are still people who remember the old man.
Didn't you already sit down and ****, and Dao disappeared
Hmph, the soul disappeared. Back then, Lu Chunyang trapped me under the imperial palace with a large array of shocking spirits, so he didn't want to let my soul disappear! I practiced with great concentration for more than two hundred years. I had a chance to break out of the palace, but I was cut down by a sword, causing me to wait for another 23 years.
I said you were really unlucky, but I was driven mad a long time ago. But then again, why can't I see you.
A mutilated dark shadow swayed in front of me, and the person was shrouded in the dark shadow, his facial features were blurred, and he couldn't see his appearance. A chill in my heart, surprised, you are not human
The shadow said angrily, you're a goddamn human being! Oh, please forgive me for my vulgar language, it's been too long since no one came to talk to me.
Seeing that the surrounding area gradually lighted up, the long wind suddenly said, and it was dawn. Talking about it, the shadow flashed and sank into a sarcophagus.
This underground palace is seven or eight feet high and about ten acres. On the surrounding stone walls, there are some strange-looking stripes engraved. It should be a strange formation. It is this formation that traps the broken wind. It is impossible to go out in the underground palace.
Standing up, a package in his arms fell to the ground, the one that Ye Liangchen stuffed into my arms that day. I picked it up and opened the package. It contained a book, a disc, and a letter.
The disc is made of black jade and is carved with runes similar to those on the stone wall. It's just that there is a small hole the size of a pigeon egg in the center of the disc.
The book cover is wrapped in kraft paper, and on the title page, there is a line of words written by Ye Liangchen when he was a national teacher in the Central Plains. I opened it and read it, but it records Ye Liangchen's memoirs over the past twenty years.
The owner of the book has gone, and my heart is sad, and I close the book.
Looking at the letter again, it was written with the words "Sanguan Qinqi", and I was sorrowful. When I opened the letter, it had no head and no tail, and it had eight characters written on it.
Do not break or stand, the doctrine of the mean.