The black wind was howling and the bright white light was fluctuating.
Xiang Muqing had the white jade lotus platform to protect him, so he could still protect himself in extremely dangerous situations. However, Zhong Yuxiao and Yan Jun were in a miserable situation. They were thrown out of the cab, and all they saw was darkness, and all they had were evil thoughts.
Yan Jun's physical condition was already not good. The four forces of Taoism, evil, Buddhism and demons were exchanging opinions in his body all day long. He was seriously injured in the fight with Zhu Xian when he used a big move. Now that the evil thoughts had entered his body, he was in even greater danger.
The good news is that he is freed, and no longer has to worry about the four forces exchanging opinions fiercely in his body. The evil thoughts will rise up strongly and defeat the Taoists, Buddhists, and demons.
The bad news is that without the restraint of the three forces, the evil thoughts are like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, galloping non-stop, with full of energy, carrying him towards the abyss.
A good horse never turns back.
Judging from the situation, there is no way to stop.
With two long swords, one long and one short, protecting him, he could not get water in but was unable to stop the evil thoughts. Black cracks appeared all over Yan Jun's body and the whites of his eyes turned pitch black. He looked at Chong Yuxiao, who was waving a broadsword in front of him and struggling to resist the evil thoughts, and made a decision in his heart.
"Brother, I will use the sword-breaking technique to buy a moment, and you go find Xiang Xian. With your skills, you two will definitely be able to find a way out."
Hearing the firmness in his words, Zhong Yuxiao's body froze, and he said without turning his head: "Brother, don't let your imagination run wild. That woman is an evil person, and I don't trust her. It's best for you and me to join forces."
"Brother, you are right, but I don't have much time..."
Lord Yan sighed, waved his hand to summon the short sword, and seeing it humming and trembling, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and he tremblingly broke it in two: "Brother, leave quickly, stay away from us in the future, and do not start another dispute with the Tianjian Sect. I, Qing Qian, have been dormant for a thousand years, and I am not afraid of another thousand years."
"Junior brother!"
Sensing the mighty sword force behind him, Zhong Yuxiao clenched his teeth, his eyes were red with hatred, and in an instant, evil thoughts surrounded his heart, his long black hair fluttered, and several red rays appeared on his face.
Buzz buzz buzz—
The scorching white sword light shot up into the sky, like a hot knife melting butter, splitting the sticky demonic energy and carving a chasm in the black sky.
The white jade lotus platform moved away from the Black Sea and escaped. Chong Yuxiao looked up and forward, engraving the pale figure holding the sword in his mind. With a hoarse roar, he turned into a meteor and flew towards the lotus platform on the sword.
The Broken Sword Technique is the sword-cultivating version of the magic sect's explosive power technique.
Once, Mei Wangsu used this method to severely injure Lu Bei. If the latter had not had the hidden backtracking skill, his fate would have been imaginable. Friends from the eight peaks gathered at Sanqing Peak for a feast. Everyone ate the special roast goose and burst into tears. The sound of suona rang over Jiuzhu Mountain for seven days.
Yan Jun is a powerful warrior in the Tribulation Period, and his short sword is a magic weapon for the Tribulation Period. He has experienced three baptisms of thunder tribulations, and the power of his Broken Sword Technique is far superior to that of Mei Wangsu. The difference between them is so great that it is difficult to describe it.
His whole body turned pale, the broken sword body healed again, sword energy burst out between his breaths, but his eyes were dark, and a wisp of evil thought rooted in his soul could not be eliminated.
The peerless sword was unsheathed, its sharpness was unstoppable. Lu Bei's eyes were stinging with pain, and he saw Yan Jun breaking through the darkness and approaching him rapidly.
It’s actually pretty good, just a little slow.
Lu Bei curled his lips and sneered, his body blending into the dark demonic energy. He moved slowly and leisurely, taking Yan Jun with him to stroll around in the body of the Ten-Eyed Demon.
He had experienced the power of the sword-breaking technique, so he didn't need to confront King Yan head-on just because he was brave enough. It wouldn't be too late to deal with him after King Yan lost his temper.
Thinking of this, the ten-eyed demon roared towards the sky and rushed towards the fleeing white jade lotus platform with a loud bang.
On the other side, when Taifu saw Xiang Muqing and Zhong Yuxiao escape from the Dark Demon Sea, he waved his sleeves lightly, and the world space transformed by Taiyi Yantiantu solidified, leaving the two with nowhere to escape.
Out of caution, she tapped the index fingers of both hands, deducing the art of Yin and Yang escape. The Yang escape went in the reverse direction of the twelve branches, and the Yin escape went in the forward direction of the twelve branches. The sky and the earth slowly merged, compressing the world and making it unshakable.
In this case, if the two of them could still escape, she would be helpless.
"Amazing, you're worthy of being someone who has practiced dual cultivation, you have such a tacit understanding in your cooperation, he's pushing in the front, you're pushing in the back, it's so sweet... I get it, you're showing off in front of me on purpose, right!" Zhu Xiushi was amazed and kept jumping back and forth on the edge of death.
It was only because the Grand Tutor's temper had improved that she would have dared to say this in the past, but she would never have had the courage to say it out loud.
"If you can't control your mouth anymore, I will tie you up, strip you naked and throw you in front of the devil, so that you can also taste the pain of being possessed by the devil." The master said coldly.
The young boy couldn't disturb her heart, but the stupid teammates were really hateful and stabbed her in the heart time and time again.
"I treat you as a sister, but you want to turn me into a sister. It's useless for us to be sisters... Stop staring at me, I won't say anything!"
When Zhu Xiushi was halfway through his words, he saw the murderous look on the master's face, and he quickly covered his mouth. His voice stabbed through his fingers again: "My good master, honestly, have you really completed your path? Do you not need to look for him again in the future?"
The Grand Tutor turned around with a gloomy expression, raised his foot and stepped lightly on the ground. Four chains surrounded by talismanic light shot out, tied up the screaming Zhu Xiu Shi, and dragged him underground.
The first place in the elegant seat of Taiyi Yantiantu.
Inside the Ten-Eyed Demon, Yan Jun couldn't catch up with Lu Bei. Feeling an urgent crisis, he took out his sword and split the black fog, forcing Lu Bei to show up.
This trick was very effective. The Ten-eyed Demon looked like a demon from heaven, but in fact he was the embodiment of evil thoughts. After more than ten swords were chopped down, the Ten-eyed Demon's figure was dispersed and he could no longer continue to chase the white jade lotus platform.
"court death."
A whisper came from behind him, and Yan Jun's dark eyes burst into white sword light. Without even thinking, the long sword suddenly slashed across with absolute murderous intent, heading straight for the dark area ahead.
The light shone brilliantly, covering the sky and the earth in an instant. The scorching white sword light poured down like mercury, rippling a large sea of cold sword energy.
Criss-crossing, dividing the sky and the earth, cracks of white light shine through the body of the Ten-Eyed Demon, spilling out and illuminating the darkness.
Amidst the violent roar, the dark realm dissipated, revealing Lu Bei holding an iron sword.
Seeing the iron sword, Yan Jun's heart tightened. He didn't think too much, suppressed his fear of being overthrown, and rushed forward with the long sword. Ten thousand swords roared like thunder and used his powerful swordsmanship to trap Lu Bei in the sword net.
Qi Li Jing once said that Lu Bei's swordsmanship was like nothing.
clang!!
"Good swordplay, slow and steady, where's your health?"
Lu Bei walked forward with a grim smile, blocking the long sword with his iron sword. While he was pressing Yan Jun with brute force, a big hand came up and grabbed Yan Jun's face tightly.
At this moment, Yan Jun used the Broken Sword Technique, and his speed and strength rose to a level that was usually unattainable. It was easy for him to crush Chong Yuxiao and Qin Fangtian, but compared to Lu Bei, he was still a little behind.
With five fingers clasped on his face, an immortal sword light burst out from his palm. Lu Beiren and the sword merged into one and pressed forward, ignoring the long sword that was chopping off his neck, and the iron sword in his hand pierced straight into Yan Jun's heart.
Squeaky-
Phew!
The long sword cut through the immortal sword body, sparks flew out, and the squeaking sound made people grind their teeth.
The immortal iron sword pierced through the sword body, white light burst out, and the violent sword intent merged into Yan Jun's body. It killed him seven times, weakened him layer by layer, and pressed forward step by step, forcing the Nine Swords' sword intent to surrender and give up resistance with just one move.
What's going on? Did you succeed already
Lu Bei frowned, threw Yan Jun to the ground, pointed his sword diagonally, and said, "Nine Swords... What, are you tired of living? Are you looking for death from this sect master?"
Yan Jun clenched his fist and coughed up blood, then stood up with the help of his sword. His eyes turned dark, and his evil thoughts could not be eradicated. He was on the verge of losing his mind and going berserk.
He groaned, severed his own soul, and floated helplessly in the air. He slowly pushed the long sword in his hand towards Lu Bei: "Yan has a disciple named Shao Yi, who was treated as his own son and was captured by the sect master. Yan knows that the sect master is eager to kill me, and there is no way to survive today. I am willing to exchange my life for another life to fight for a future for my disciple."
The long sword floated in front of him, and the imprint of his soul dissipated with the wind, leaving only a wisp of spiritual light. Lu Bei held the hilt of the sword expressionlessly, waved his hand and put it into his personal space.
Shao Yi, the former elder of the Nine Swords, was imprisoned in the basement by Mu Lichen. Because it involved the private life of his master, Lu Bei didn't pay much attention to Shao Yi, and he didn't know whether anyone had died.
"It's not up to me what her future will be like. It's her choice. I can only guarantee her a fair one."
"Thank you, Sect Master. There are Yan's last words on the sword. She will know the answer after reading it."
Yan Jun felt relieved, and looked back at the revolving lantern of life with dim eyes. He lowered his head and said, "Although Yan is from Qingqian, he is also a disciple of Tianjian Sect. I have been seeking swords all my life just for the immortal sword intent. Can the sect master have mercy on a dying person and let me experience immortality?"
You say give and I give, who do you think you are
Lu Bei said nothing. Yan Jun's soul was only on his deathbed and could dissipate with the wind at any time.
Never mind, what's the harm in giving this little bit of mercy
"cut!"
A column of scorching white light rose from the ground to the sky, and in the boundless darkness, it was like a white dragon roaring to the sky, shaking the eight directions and looking down on the world.
The white light faded away, cracks appeared on Yan Jun's gray face, and his body slowly turned into sand and ashes.
Lu Bei rolled up his sleeves and sent the ashes to his personal space. They were in different camps and the conflicts could not be reconciled. He was destined not to like Yan Jun, but he also admitted that this man was loyal and righteous, and was a real man.
"Your desire to seek the sword is not bad, but the Heavenly Sword Sect has a monument for you."
…
In a corner of the world, a white lotus pedestal was dripping with rays of light. Wisps of mist spread out through the twelve branches in a clockwise and counterclockwise direction, solving a problem like peeling off silk threads from an onion, seeking the formula to leave this place.
Xiang Muqing's clothes were soaked with sweat, and her black hair was stained with a layer of white mist. She was unable to break the Taiyi Yantiantu by herself, but with Zhong Yuxiao's assistance, her chances of success were greatly improved. Given a little more time, she would have solved the problem.
The way out was just around the corner. A smile appeared on Xiang Muqing's pale face, and he felt that as long as you knew how to count, there would always be a way out.
At this moment, Zhong Yuxiao, who was in charge of the violent output, coughed up blood and looked sadly in the direction of the Ten-Eyed Demon.
“Junior Brother!!!”
Zhong Yuxiao felt a pang of pain in his heart. He held the sword in one hand and pointed it at the sky like a piece of wood. He stopped bombarding the Taiyi Yantiantu and allowed the evil energy to rush into his soul crazily.
Before, Yan Jun broke the sword to buy time, but he was hesitant. Because he couldn't let go of his ambition to restore his country and still had some hope in his heart, he gritted his teeth and didn't take action to stop it.
It was not until Yan Jun's life force was completely gone and what he had lost was irretrievable that he realized what was more important. He no longer thought about escaping, but only wanted to die with Lu Bei.
Logically speaking, he should think about how to survive at this time so as not to waste the time that Lord Yan fought so hard for. However, looking at Yu Xiao's red eyes and the bright red lines on his face, it can be seen that he has fallen into obsession. His IQ has dropped to the point where he can't take care of himself. There is nothing in his mind but an obsession.
revenge!
Under Xiang Muqing's desperate gaze, the problem that had been solved to the last step returned to the fog. He lowered his head and looked up again, and there was a new problem in front of him, which was even more difficult than the previous one.
We are only one step away from the correct answer!
Xiang Muqing looked at Zhong Yuxiao hatefully, thinking that sword cultivators were all crazy, and she would never team up with a sword cultivator in the future.
I won’t say any more. Let’s solve the problem quickly while Zhong Yuxiao is holding back the Ten-Eyed Demon.