The flame touched the sword.
Ding~
The moon pierced through the flames, and the moon on the sword burst out with magical light, extending to the left and right. Pu Du Ci Hang's hoarse voice shouted a series of "hot, hot, hot..." and was blocked by the flames and stuck to Zuo Zhengyang's back. The man and the sword rolled out.
"Qianwei!"
Yan Chixia kicked a guardian who was competing with him in magic and sent him flying. He turned his head and saw the scene over here. He swung his sword and two jade swords in the air changed direction.
With two whooshing sounds, two beams of magic light rushed into the fire. The next second, with a loud bang, the two small swords flew back. Yan Chixia swung his sword finger, and the flying swords stopped in mid-air, hanging on both sides of him, and fine lines appeared on the jade sword surface.
"Friend Lu, let's go together!"
Yan Chixia took a step forward with both feet, squatted in a horse stance, and held his right hand with his left palm, pointing his sword finger upright in front of his chest.
"The magic sword slays demons, unsheathed!"
His fingertips pointed suddenly towards the flames, he took a step forward, his body flipped up, and the two sides of the wooden box on his back opened. Dozens of jade swords flew out, gathered and fitted together in mid-air, and instantly turned into a giant sword.
The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, he roared.
"Defending the Way and Slaying Demons—"
He placed his palm on the sword head and pushed it, and the giant sword made a sound like a chariot breaking through the air.
Bang!
A huge flame rose up, and he suddenly stretched out an arm and slapped the giant sword pushed by Yan Chixia. The combined giant sword instantly turned back into dozens of small swords scattered all over the ground.
Not far away, Zuo Zhengyang got up from the ground, picked up his long sword, and ran wildly. He rushed forward despite the burning temperature, and launched a flaming arm. The former stopped, and the tip of the sword hit the sweeping arm. The blade cut along the opponent's wrist and pulled it! !
What was heard was a series of creaking sounds caused by the friction between metal and metal.
Buzz!
Lu Liangsheng retracted the Yuelong Sword, touched the sword surface with his fingertips to calm the sword spirit. At the same time, he activated his magic power, threw it into the night sky, clasped his hands together, and presented the finger gesture on his forehead.
The sword's soft humming sound turned into a long roar like a blue dragon, hanging in the air. One sword turned into two, two into four, four into eight... In an instant, it turned into densely packed sword shadows standing in the air.
—Sword-wielding technique·Ten Thousand Swords Technique!
Countless threads of magic power pulled them together, falling from the sky like a torrential rain. As soon as they met, there was no test, and the three of them directly used all their strength.
In the flames, three thick arms stretched out again, holding up the magic power, and all the sword rain falling from the sky were collected.
"that's all?"
In the raging flames, the voice of Holy Fire Master thundered, and waves of fire splashed violently. Lu Liangsheng threw out the treasure scroll of "Soul Burial in the Underworld" from his waist, flew forward and spread it out, then rushed towards the waves of fire with the Yin energy rising.
The air waves shot out silently in all directions. The scholar and Yan Chixia on the other side flicked their sleeves and used their magic power to block, and their bodies could not help but move out. Zuo Zhengyang in front of them held a long sword, maintained a blocking posture, and forcibly blocked it.
"Return!"
Yan Chixia endured the tightness in his chest caused by the stagnation of his magic power and took back the jade sword that was scattered on the ground. On the other side, Lu Liangsheng also suppressed the discomfort in his chest, controlled the spiritual energy to nourish his body, and flicked his fingertips to Zuo Zhengyang over there, helping him to relieve some of the discomfort caused by the impact of the fire wave.
When he looked again, the rising flames gradually separated to the left and right, revealing a four-armed figure with a fire lotus on its head, a red face and fangs.
“This is the Dharmadhatu…”
The scholar murmured, and the three of them seemed to be back in the altar outside Tianzhi City where they fought against Pu Du Ci Hang who had transformed into a dragon.
what to do…
In Lu Liangsheng's peripheral vision, the Yuelong Sword hovered above his head, trembling slightly. It seemed that the previous attack had damaged the spiritual essence inside by the opponent's fire.
The spiritual fire around this person can't get close to me...
… His cultivation is higher than the three of us, so he can leave if he wants to. But if that’s the case, then there’s no point in coming here.
If we use force, the lives of Zuo Qianwei and Yan Chixia might be in jeopardy.
But the Qihuo Sect treated people as if they were not human beings and stole their master's things.
Under the sleeves of his robe, his hands clenched and relaxed, his thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and he kept thinking about how to deal with the situation. His palms suddenly squeezed, and the joints made a slight "cracking" sound.
At a certain moment, the rising gunpowder on the opposite side swayed and was filled with evil spirit. The Holy Fire Master in the flames changed his appearance, raised his hand and pushed out with a palm.
It collided head-on with a black shadow that broke through the air, knocking the opponent away. At the moment, the bricks and rocks on the ground broke open one after another, and six huge flames rushed up from below.
The roots were stained with flames, lighting up the night sky, and they were madly smashing at the four-armed Dharma image. Holy Fire Master raised his four arms and took the blows one after another. His body was gradually sinking under the loud pounding.
'Chance!'
The two names Yan Chixia and Zuo Zhengyang flashed through his mind almost at the same time. He immediately broke into a run, crushing the floor tiles under his feet inch by inch as he ran.
"Don't even think about it!"
Over there, Holy Fire Master roared, and stretched out his free arm into the air. Red light condensed, and a fire snake snake snaked out. It rolled up its flaming tail and stopped the two of them. Sparks instantly ignited on his robes.
Yan Chixia and Zuo Zhengyang kicked their feet and stepped back, slapping their clothes that were sparking with sparks. At this moment, in their peripheral vision, a figure suddenly passed by them from the side and cut the fire snake in half with a sword. In the splashing firelight, a white robe in green instantly ignited with flames.
"Friend Lu (Lu Liangsheng), don't go over there—"
The two people shouted the same words with different voices. In the field of vision illuminated by the firelight, Lu Liangsheng split the fire snake and held the Yuelong sword. Spots of flames spread and left afterimages.
The hair passed through his sight as he stared forward, and he gripped the hilt of the sword even tighter.
"Yuelong, follow me."
"go."
"Hehe... Uh-huh—"
Lu Liangsheng's voice rang out hysterically, and the slanted sword was horizontally drawn. The light blue magic light on the moon disk brightened to the extreme and turned into a deep blue in the color of the flame.
…
At the foot of the stone steps, a short figure rushed through the mountain gate, carrying a gourd on his back, tumbling non-stop, his mouth moving non-stop, chanting "Good life, good life, good life, good life..."
In the toad's eyes, the sky-high flames lit up deep blue for a moment, and the slightly trembling toad's mouth suddenly opened wide.
"Liangsheng—"
He kicked his flippers and stumbled onto the stone steps in front of him. He looked up and shouted, "Tree demon, take me over!"
The blue brick stone steps cracked open, and a root rolled up the Toad Taoist, rushing towards it at an extremely fast speed. The wind whistled beside his ears, and a familiar voice of his disciple shouting could be heard.
“Uhhhh—”
The sword technique was so brilliant that it reached its peak. The Holy Fire Master crushed a tentacle, and the giant palm with flames squeezed out a strong wind to counter the stabbing sword.
That was a loud bang!
A huge flame exploded, and the giant palm that was against the tip of the sword, with five fingers, pinched the scholar who was on fire.
"Liangsheng!!!"
The moment the Toad Taoist flew over, he raised the gourd in his hand and threw it over, and it flew between the apprentice and the giant hand.
However, the Fire Hand still pinched it down, holding the purple gold gourd together with it in his palm.
“Die!”
The moment the Holy Fire Master roared, a smile appeared on the corner of the scholar's mouth.
"You fell into the trap."
A shadow separated from the body, and the dragon soul also separated from the sword body that was shining with magic light.
—The sword intent of all laws, the sword of the soul!
Lu Liangsheng's soul, holding the Yuelong Dragon Soul, passed through the flames and the giant palm, leaving behind a series of phantoms that flashed past the body of the Holy Fire Master.
Well…
The flames flickered, and the body filled with fire spirit energy stood still, with eyes wide open. As the scholar flashed by, his soul was pulled straight out and floated in the air.