Yin Biyue was sure that something big was happening on Hengduan Mountain, big enough to change the world.
With his realm, he can't see the power of the law of heaven and earth contained in the red cloud and the clear light from such a long distance, but he can faintly feel the terrifying power that is revealed between them.
Yu Shi invited Zhou Yuandao to Baopuzong in the name of the Sword Array, and now there is such a scale of fighting on the mountain. The worst guess made by the Qinglu Sword Sect has come true.
Luo Mingchuan saw more than he saw. Knowing that the only option now is to get up the mountain as quickly as possible, even if it doesn't help.
A battle of that level is not something they can face now.
However, with a little more strength and a little more time, maybe a turnaround can be achieved.
At this time, it is the most time-wasting thing to have someone blocking the way.
Luo Mingchuan's eyes were slightly cold.
He seldom showed such an expression, the more Yin Bi could feel, the senior brother was really angry.
It was an acquaintance who stood in the way.
In Yecheng, they made friends, and the friendship between gentlemen was as light as water;
Zheng Wei stood in the middle of the road holding his sword.
He was injured by Ye Zhiqiu's killing intent in Yecheng, and Huifeng closed his life and death. This kind of retreat has a great chance of death, but he came out alive, and his realm advanced by leaps and bounds.
Yin Biyue held down Luo Mingchuan's sword-drawing hand and said,
"I think you want to kill me more than the order of the sect."
Zheng Wei is waiting here, 80% to intercept the spoilers who want to enter Baopuzong tonight. Perhaps now on every road leading to Baopuzong, there are already people waiting for the visitor.
It's just that they happened to meet Zheng Wei.
In other words, Zheng Wei just waited for them.
Yin Biyue was prepared that the other party would not answer, but Zheng Wei agreed.
"Yes."
Even when he said that he wanted to kill someone, his voice was flat and unwavering.
Yin Biyue said, "But you can't kill me now, because there are two of us."
Zheng Wei nodded.
Luo Mingchuan is too strong. This cognition is based on the intuition of killing people for many years.
Although he was out of life and death, he couldn't see the superficial realm gap with the other party.
"If you want to kill me, there is only one chance. Let my senior brother go first. Otherwise, the two of us will be enough to kill you."
Zheng Wei was silent after listening, as if thinking.
Luo Mingchuan frowned. He didn't speak just now because he respected his junior brother, but he didn't agree with him.
Yin Biyue was still holding on to his sword-drawing hand, with a firm expression on his face.
He understood what Yin Biyue meant. Of course they could fight against the enemy together, but when they met an enemy like Zheng Wei who had no fear of death, they couldn't pass without killing him. Killing him would take too long.
Big things on the mountain can't stand the wait.
"Senior brother, you said you believed in me. Now I believe in myself. I want to do this myself."
Yin Biyue said to Luo Mingchuan.
He gave Zheng Wei a multiple-choice question: follow the orders of the sect and try to intercept them; or fulfill his wish and kill those who have always wanted to kill.
At this moment, Zheng Wei moved, and the green robe shook slightly. He staggered three steps to the right and gave way to the middle of the avenue.
Yin Bi's guess was right. Yu Shi's plans and the general trend of the world were not that important to a lunatic like Zheng Wei.
He slowly released Luo Mingchuan's hand, and finally showed a pleading look.
Luo Mingchuan finally nodded. The figure was slightly empty, disappeared in place, and appeared more than ten feet away in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Wei was expressionless, as if he had never seen it.
Since they met Luo Mingchuan and left, the thoughts of all parties changed, and it was only half a cup of tea. The more Yin Bi thought about it, it was much faster than a fight.
But he was still afraid of Zheng Wei's repentance, so he delayed and asked,
"Why do you want to kill me so much?"
His master killed Zheng Wei's master; Bao Puzong would be slapped in the face in Zhehua; and at that time, it was also necessary to test whether the Sword Saint could come out of Meteorite Abyss. These are the reasons why Zheng Wei went to Yecheng.
In this meeting, although Zheng Wei's killing intent has been precipitated, it is like a sharp blade returning to the sheath, and it does not show its edge. But Yin Biyue was someone who walked through the wasteland of the Eastern Land, and could clearly feel it.
I also understand that forbearance is not giving up in many cases, but gaining momentum.
It's just that he really doesn't understand where such persistent killing intent comes from. Even if he knew that the other party was a lunatic, at the age of 14, he would focus on killing people whenever he was in a bad mood or if his practice was shackled.
But why can't you kill someone else? It is difficult to kill yourself, even if you succeed, you will never be let go by Cangya Mountain.
Zheng Wei replied, "The people who want to kill are not killed, and the thoughts that have been moved cannot be quelled. If I don't kill you, the Tao's heart will not be fulfilled. This is more unbearable for me than death."
Yin Biyue was speechless.
He found that the other party was really reasonable, but unfortunately he did not agree with it.
In fact, when Yin Biyue let Luo Mingchuan go first, he was not full of noble sentiments that put the world first, he just remembered his master—
The only thing my master taught me was the swordsmanship of killing.
So, as a disciple of the master, I always have to do something.
At this time, there is nothing to say, and the master must be unhappy.
Yin Bi thought for a while and said,
"What is the pursuit of the perfection of Taoism, to put it bluntly, persimmons are soft. You dare to say that you don't want to kill the saint, and you don't want to kill your senior brother Lin Yuangui? But you can only think about it, because you know you can't kill it. You are afraid. Your Dao Heart has never been Consummated."
"boom-"
The opponent's sword qi fell, the ground vibrated violently, a gap cracked, soil and rocks splashed, and smoke filled the sky!
Yin Biyue flew up, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and the Yihu sword was unsheathed at some point.
The flying smoke was split apart by the cold light, and the sharp sound of breaking the wind sounded, and Yin Bi, who was holding the sword, sank like water.
After saying so many words, he finally succeeded in angering Zheng Wei.
When Baopu Qizi was ranked, Zheng Wei challenged Lin Yuangui. Duan Chongxuan mentioned this matter when he was in Yecheng.
Anger can increase power, but in the battle of life and death, anger can make people leak out.
"Shoot-"
The Yihu Sword pierced into the opponent's shoulder blade, and blood spurted out like a waterfall.
There is nothing fancy about this sword, not even a move.
But there is absolute speed, true essence output and azimuth calculation. If Zheng Wei hadn't avoided the heart at the last moment, he would be dead now.
Yin Biyue's swordsmanship is a murderous one.
He was so patient and long-winded just now that he couldn't bear it himself.
So when he made this sword, the whole body was smooth.
The mental state is close to the peak, and the second sword does not need time, and it has already started.
The cold wind swept the ground, the sky was getting darker, and the red cloud became more and more dazzling, like a fire burning the sky.
Eighty miles away from Baopu Zong, the avenue was desolate, and a layer of frost formed, as cold as a severe winter.
Cold Water Sword.
From the moment he talked to Zheng Wei, to the sudden sword.
It seems slow but fast, and the rhythm of the battle is instantly in Yin Biyue's hands.
The coldness of the sword was imminent, and Zheng Wei quickly retreated, retreating ten feet without hesitation.
At the same time, the tip of the sword shows the circulation pattern of Baopu's gossip. The sword moves in the Sunda position and stabs out obliquely.
The others were retreating, but they did not choose to use their swords to defend, but were fighting for their lives. If the Cold Water Sword is unwilling to hold back, the Bagua Sword will injure the enemy.
Killing 800 enemies and losing 1000, a lunatic with no fear of death is truly terrifying.
But after walking out of the wasteland, the last thing Yin Biyue was afraid of was fighting for his life.
Leaning on the lake is inexorable, like a severe winter coming to the four fields. The ice on the ground spread rapidly, and all the grass and withered trees on both sides of the avenue were frozen.
Yin Biyue's eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with light frost.
In the end, the frost at the tip of the sword froze the blood from the wound in the heart vein.
Zheng Wei looked confused.
He thought about failure, because the other party was not what it used to be, and he was no longer the boy who was about to break the barrier by Ye Chengqiu Lake.
But he couldn't believe that he didn't even have the chance to make the third sword.
Holding the Bagua Sword in his hand, Zheng Wei fell backwards, his pupils were dilated and he could not close his eyes.
He still has a lot of swordsmanship, and he still has a lot of magic weapons, but it is no longer meaningful.
Leaning on the lake and returning to the sheath, Yin Biyue walked past him without saying a word this time.
It's just that he walked very slowly, and the sword's true essence was poured out just now, which almost made him lose his strength.
He glanced at the sky and thought to himself, Senior Brother should be on the mountain.
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In the evening, there was a red cloud in the sky of Hengduan Mountain. People in the west land looked at it from a distance and felt like a sunset, because the clear light was transmitted through the gaps in the clouds, like white feathers flying.
It's just that the night is dark, the glow of the sun is still lingering, and the red is uncomfortable.
Some people began to panic, unable to practice and meditate, but they couldn't think of what else they could do except pray.
More ordinary people don't know what happened, they just stare blankly at the magnificent spectacle and talk a lot.
Yu Shi felt that it was time to end. Infallible, there should be no variables.
This sword of Zhou Yuandao is really powerful, and it has reached the moment when the sword power is exhausted.
He even thought that Rong Zhuo's plan was right, that Zhou Yuandao should be removed first, this man's personality is so firm, and his strength is stronger than they imagined. All but one day late is a big hindrance.
The middle-aged Taoist in the sea of blood had his cheeks sunken, his complexion pale, and the clear light all over his body began to overflow. He finally coughed up a mouthful of blood, this time from the heart.
Rong Zhuo, whose ink hair was loose, smiled, but the smile was still indifferent. The blood-like red clothes look eerie and terrifying.
Before he could finish his smile, he frowned and looked up at the sea of clouds!
The next moment, Yu Shi also felt something, and as he looked at it, his indifferent expression turned into surprise.
At the end of the sea of clouds, the supreme coercion came, it was the coercion of Yasheng.
This is impossible.
But they could not have imagined that the one who came to the top of the mountain first was not the lithograph of Mr. Zhangyuan, nor the innocent wooden Buddha beads.
but a youth.
A junior who should not have appeared in this battle.
His breathing was slightly chaotic, and his robe was stained with blood. It could be seen that many people tried to stop him on the way up the mountain. But his presence here means that no one can stop him under the mountain.