boom-
The knife light seemed to be torn into pieces, twisted and scattered in people's sight, and ripples were formed in the air.
"Such a strong demonic aura!!"
The man in the temple pillar hat was wearing a cloak, and his face was slightly turned. His eyes slanted towards the five scholars in the corner, and he said hoarsely: "If you hear something wrong, leave immediately. To the north is Shangyong City."
The corners of the tent flipped up, the floor tiles cracked with a bang under his feet, and he dragged the long-handled knife, leaving a residual shadow, and rushed out of the temple gate. The black shadow that broke out of the ground on the other side was actually a root, dancing in place like a long tongue.
"Monster, stop being so arrogant!!"
The swordsman shouted loudly, stomped two steps with his hands, and rushed towards the root in the open space outside the temple. The blade whistled, and he roared, "Heah--" and slashed out with one hand holding the sword.
The moment of contact.
The roots suddenly retracted and drilled back into the soil. The cut edge of the knife fell to the ground with a bang, causing ripples on the ground and a layer of soil was turned up and spread out in all directions.
Wearing a bamboo hat, the one-armed swordsman narrowed his eyes and slowly swept his sight across the ground. His right earlobe twitched slightly. The next second, he put one foot on the blade, used his one arm to leverage the force to raise the long sword high, flipped it over his head, and the tip of the sword went straight into the ground on the other side, with more than half of the blade submerged.
"Demon, die!"
The swordsman roared, gripped the hilt tightly and twisted it. There was a "hiss" sound, and a large amount of white gas was released from the ground. Suddenly, a small mound of earth flew away into the distance visibly.
"Leave? It's not that easy—"
The blade turned, and the swordsman pulled the blade back, drawing out a wave of sword energy along the ground, chasing behind the earthen mound. The soil burst and tore apart with a "clang", and in a blink of an eye, it caught up with the flying earthen mound.
There was a loud bang.
Countless pieces of mud exploded and splashed everywhere.
The air was filled with smoke and dust. The swordsman waved his cloak to sweep away the dust, and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. The long sword fell heavily to the ground with a "hum". He looked ahead vigilantly, and his ears kept moving, listening to the subtle movements around him that ordinary people could not detect.
As a warrior, hearing, seeing, smelling and feeling are the four essential senses. Over the past three years, ever since the great battle with the monster, in addition to his extraordinary understanding of swordsmanship, the only thing he had to do was to continuously improve his four senses, so that he could keenly grasp any slight movement.
The firelight from the temple gate flickered, and the moment the light in front of him dimmed, inches of soil in front of his sight flew up into the sky, and more than a dozen black shadows more than twice the size of a human broke out of the soil. The sound was like a rock collapsing, and several loud bangs swept over the ground and the sky like an overwhelming force.
“Uhhhh—”
The swordsman roared angrily, pressed the handle of the sword, dragged the sword on the ground and rushed towards the more than ten giant black shadows. He kicked his foot to avoid the roots that were smashing down on him. He raised his one arm suddenly and chopped another giant with the blade. Juice splashed everywhere. At the moment of the cut, he took a step forward and dodged nimbly, then weaved between the giants, sheathed the sword, raised it, and slashed and smashed like a storm. The air was filled with the sounds of tearing and chopping.
The five scholars hiding in the temple leaned their heads out from the door and looked out, dumbfounded by the scene. They could not comprehend what kind of power this ultimate martial arts possessed. In their dim vision, they could only see countless flashing swords.
Outside, the blade stirred up wind and thunder as it chopped into the giant rhizome. The cracked roots suddenly tightened and clamped the blade. In the darkness, a nearby rhizome suddenly swept across.
Facing the rapidly enlarging black shadow that blocked his vision, the swordsman withdrew his hand from the hilt, crossed his arm across his chest and calmly blocked it.
The next second, the arm touched the dark roots.
The arm that was resisting was pressed back to his chest, and the air vibrated with a dull sound. He stepped back violently, and the soil under his feet formed several deep pits.
"There is a thousand-year-old monster hiding here. No one can defeat it. I am here to help you!"
There was a sudden loud shout in the temple. The five scholars at the door turned around subconsciously. A bright light flew out from above their heads. Following closely, a bearded man lying on the beam rushed out of the temple gate with a wooden box on his back and jumped into the air.
He slapped the wooden box behind him.
"The Divine Sword Subdues Demons—"
The wooden box opened, and small swords flew out from both sides, emitting magical light. In mid-air, the bearded man seemed to be hovering, with yin and yang lighting up his palms, and he pushed madly towards the dense roots below.
Countless densely packed small swords pierced the rhizomes like raindrops, and a hissing sound was heard, and puffs of green smoke rose up, sweeping away the swordsman's rhizomes. They paused obviously for a moment, quickly shrank back, and in an instant, burrowed back into the ground.
"receive!"
The bearded man landed on the ground, pointed his sword backwards, and the small sword returned to the wooden box, and he looked at the swordsman over there.
"How is your injury, brother?"
“I can’t die…” The swordsman stretched out one hand, grabbed the long sword on the ground with his palm, and sucked it back. With a swing of his arm, the tip of the sword hung down.
"You and I will work together to kill the demons here..."
Before he uttered the word "kill", the cold moonlight on the ground gradually faded away. In the mist ahead, the two fox demons whose whereabouts were unknown before floated down, waving their long gauze sleeves, standing on both sides and lowering their bodies.
"Welcome, Grandma."
Behind the mist, the vague outline of a slender figure was supported by several naughty children in red bellybands, walking slowly and swaying gently. Her black hair was piled high, and golden hairpins and jade bells dangled from both ends. She stood between the two foxes, slightly tilted to the side, wearing a black robe decorated with gold threads, and a black veil draped over her face.
A pair of golden sharp fingertips stroked the head of a naughty boy, and a voice that sounded sometimes male and sometimes female suddenly rang out from behind the veil.
"You are the ones who destroyed Lanruo Temple?"
The two foxes looked at each other, and quickly leaned over, kneading and whispering:
"Yes, grandma, these are the two people."
"They are full of vitality, maybe they can heal grandma from the injuries caused by the thunderbolt." "When grandma recovers, we won't have to rely on that Black Mountain Demon anymore."
As soon as the Red Fox finished speaking, the hem of his black robe swung over and hit her in the face with a bang. She immediately fell to her knees on the ground, trembling.
"Is that what you can call Black Mountain Demon?"
The veiled woman in a black gown with gold edges glanced at the two people over there, and several long scarlet tongues stuck out. The swordsman grasped the hilt of his sword and took two steps forward, but was grabbed by the shoulder by the bearded man carrying a wooden box. He looked up at the stars and the moon that were blocked.
"This monster hasn't revealed its true form yet, but its demonic aura has already obscured the stars and the moon. You and I can't defeat it. Let's go!"
He pulled the swordsman back quickly and shouted at the five scholars who were still watching in the temple.
"Let's go!"
The five people over there suddenly woke up and crawled out of the temple gate. Before they took two steps, roots emerged from the ground, wrapped around their ankles, and quickly spread upwards.
"I know that walking on the road at night will bring bad luck..." "It is not okay for the four of us not to get close to women... mmm..."
As it twisted, countless roots wrapped the five people tightly like dumplings and made them stand in place.
A strong evil wind blew, and the man carrying the wooden box on his back swung out a few palm thunders to smash the monsters that jumped out of the ground, and then he pulled the swordsman and leaped onto the tree branch. The swordsman also had a light body skill, and he kicked the shaking branch with his feet. The two of them passed through the dense leaves together, flew to the top of the tree cage, and fled away.
…
Rustle, rustle.
The night wind was howling, and they ran for a long time. When they could see the lights of the small town below the mountain, they stopped at a green rock halfway up the mountain.
The swordsman stabbed the ground with his sword, untied the sheepskin bag from his waist, poured a mouthful of wine, and threw it at the man over there.
"Thank you for saving my life. I am from the south, Zuo Zhengyang!"
Over there, the bearded man took a sip of wine, put down the wooden box, his beard stained with wine, and grinned.
"Yan Chixia is from Qin and has lived in Jiangnan for ten years. You and I are half from the same hometown."
Zuo Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, then took off his hat, revealing his face. After experiencing the battle in the capital, a few white marks could be seen on his temples in the past three years, and his mouth was full of stubble, making him look weathered.
His knife skills also became more domineering and fierce. During the past three years, he had been looking for monsters and demons everywhere. The several monster heads on his waist were the results of his knife sharpening during this period.
However, thinking of the scene just now, he had the same impression of returning to the capital and Pu Du Ci Hang. He clenched his fists and smashed them on the rock.
"It's a pity that those people couldn't be rescued."
"Everything should be done within one's ability. If you and I are both killed, who will save them?" Yan Chixia returned the wine bag to him, sat down aside, frowned and thought for a while.
"I see that this monster was formed from a thousand-year-old tree that practiced Taoism. It has probably been here for quite some time. With the combined strength of you and me, we can at most injure this monster slightly. I think we need the help of one more person."
At the side, Zuo Zhengyang raised his head: "When you reminded me, I thought of someone."
"What a coincidence! I also thought of someone, Qixia Mountain..."
The two of them said a person's name almost in unison.
"Lu Liangsheng from Qixia Mountain."
Then, they both froze for a moment, stared at each other for a few seconds, and suddenly burst into laughter. Yan Chixia laughed and said:
"So you and I both know this person!"
"Since you all know each other, then only one person needs to go to Qixia Mountain to look for him." Zuo Zhengyang took the long knife stuck on the ground, stood up and looked back at the bearded man.
"I will hold this monster here, and you go to Qixia Mountain to find him!"
rustle…
Yan Chixia didn't answer. He suddenly looked towards a place in the woods and swung his sword. A small sword flew out from the wooden box and nailed to the foot of a tree, emitting green smoke.
"Not good, this monster might have connected with this mountain range. I think what we just said was heard by it."
"Then without further ado, you and I will act separately!"
"good!"
The two were not the type to be indecisive. Yan Chixia immediately carried the wooden box on his back, stepped onto the green cliff, and flew to the foot of the mountain below like a giant bird swooping into the forest. He stepped over a few treetops and disappeared into the night in a moment.
at the same time.
The invisible message was transmitted from the ground back to Lanruo Temple along with the demonic power. The tree demon grandma who was standing in place sucked her long tongue and hooked the corner of her mouth with her sharp fingertips.
Make a sucking sound.
After a while, voices, sometimes male and sometimes female, were heard.
“Hmph, you’re the only ones who know how to call for help…” He turned his head to look at the red and white fox demons beside him.
"Go to Black Mountain and find the old demon. It's been many years, and it's time for him to come and see us."
The red and white foxes looked at each other, somewhat hesitantly.
"Grandma, where is Black Mountain?"
Montenegro... The blurred face in the veil froze for a moment, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then settled... settled... Montenegro... South...
Recalling the scene of that person leaving, the tree demon raised his finger and touched the white fox's forehead with his fingertips.
"Do you understand now?"
The white fox felt a memory that did not belong to him, as if a certain location on a map had lit up. Looking at the direction, it seemed that he had to cross the river and go to the south of the Yangtze River...
"Not going yet?"
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and the white fox lowered his head quickly, "Yes, grandma."