Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 973: borrow sword
The sword light is extremely bright, with the power that can break mountains and seas.
Even the whimpering north wind is stagnant, and the world is silent.
Dong Chenyu saw this terrifying sight, took a breath in secret, and said in his heart, this...what kind of sword is this? How could it be so scary? This sword simply broke his cognition of kendo. A spiritual man can display such a sword power. He can only use the four words like no one to describe.
The sense of crisis in my mind has reached its extreme, and every cell and hair on my body seems to scream.
hurriedly exhaled the muddy air in his chest, Dan Lake completely boiled, at this moment, even if he was a venerable, he did not dare to hold it up.
his mind was condensed, he gathered his breath and exhaled, suddenly roared, and a sound like a demon came out.
The heaven and the earth gathered in silence. If it was just that, the bone spurs that were curved like antlers grew on the top of his head, braving black air, and it was terrifying. A fascinating and ghostly rune instantly lit up from every piece of his skin.
Dong Chenyu raised his hand and pressed it forward, and a gloomy black shadow suddenly condensed.
A fierce color flashed in his eyes, he scratched his forehead with one hand, tore off a piece of flesh, and roared up to the sky, saying: "Sacrifice!" When the voice fell, the black shadow opened his mouth, revealing a sharp white. Ya, swallowed this piece of flesh and blood, and his body suddenly swelled and grew bigger and bigger. In the end, it directly enveloped the area of seven or eighty zhang, and then suddenly condensed and turned into a hundred-foot-long flood dragon. His eyes were red, bloodthirsty in his eyes, countless corrosive gas radiated out, his scales were pitch black, shimmering with cold light, like a cast of stainless steel, a terrifying breath rippling away.
Dong Chenyu's face was crazy, and he roared: "Go to death!"
While speaking, he raised his hand and pointed to the front.
The dragon roared, an invisible wave of air swept across all directions, and the tail curled up, rolling the mist.
At this time, if someone looks down from the sky, they will definitely not believe it. This is like an independent space with a radius of several thousand meters.
A condensed sword light slashed towards the front. Around the sword light, countless spiritual energy bubbles emerged, which turned into small spiritual energy swords, turning towards the sword energy, as if on a pilgrimage.
On the other side, a flood dragon roars up to the sky, like a madman, and his eyes are full of violence. It is looming in the black mist, and the black mist is pushed away, like the water of the Yangtze River, endless, from When I hit it from afar, even the space was filled with countless fine ripples.
When it was said that it was too late and then it was fast, the sword light and the dragon slammed into each other, without a roar that resounded through the world, but rather moisturizing things silently like a spring rain.
Suddenly there was a stalemate, each with its own winners and losers.
He Jian's expression was dim, and he sighed: "If it had been, alas...now it would be useless to talk about these." At this moment, he has aspirations to death, because his aura has been wrapped in layers by Dongchenyu. If I want to go, I can't take it off. There is no unwillingness in my heart, only a touch of bitterness.
At this moment, Dong Chenyu's heart is almost turned up by a huge wave, secretly, which monster is this cultivated? This kind of swordsmanship is not a bit complicated, it is straight to the heart.
He is sure that if the opponent is also a Venerable, under this move, he has no power to fight back and will be killed in a flash.
one breath, two breaths, three breaths...
After hundred breaths, the gap in cultivation level appeared.
Although this sword light has the meaning of nothing but nothing, but He Jian's cultivation base is far from that of the Venerable.
gradually showed signs of decline, a sense of lack of stamina, and even a sign of collapse.
Seeing this scene, Dong Chenyu was ecstatic in his heart, and said coldly: "You still want to win the half son of the sky, this day, you can't touch it!" The voice did not fall, and the Danhu came out. The enveloping light spouted a large mouthful of blood and merged into the body of the dragon, and suddenly, the aura of the dragon increased greatly.
"Still not working? It seems that I can only melt the sword with my body..." He Jian sighed.
As soon as the thought came up, his dantian began to burn like a melting pot, with no joy or sorrow in his eyes.
"Senior what, no!" An urgent voice exploded. Before the person arrived, the sound came first. The golden sword mark engraved on the back of Ouyang Ming's hand actually matched the sword intent of He Jian. It resonates, with joy, the golden light soars into the sky.
"Here, back to Jianfeng?" He Jian even trembled.
his mind was condensed, and he shouted: "Brother Yu, lend me a sword!"
Ouyang Ming was startled slightly, his frowning brows opened, and he said: "Borrow!" The mist in my heart dissipated, and there was a feeling of seeing the blue sky through the clouds. I secretly said in my heart, no wonder, no wonder Senior He invited me to go out looking for wood, and kept tempting me with a sword. It turned out that he had a great relationship with Hui Jianfeng. Although Ouyang Ming had guessed in his heart that He Jian was not simple, he never expected that he would be related to Hui Jianfeng and even Xu Aoran.
The sound of "borrowing" has not dissipated yet, Ouyang Ming flashed a golden light on the back of his hand, and let out a joyful sword sound, blending into the sword light cut by He Jian.
The two merge quickly, just like alcohol and water melt together.
The light of the sword cut by He Jian has skyrocketed, and the entire sky has been overflowed. There is a real power to open the world.
"Break it to me!" He Jian's eyes flashed with cold light, and the long sword swung forward boldly.
also gave Ouyang Ming a color, motioning him to take this opportunity to retreat.
"Boom..." The sword light exploded, the heavens and the earth changed, and a prairie fire was aroused. A wave of air that can destroy all living beings swept across all directions, and the fog stirred the void, like countless large invisible pens drawing large circles in the yellow sand, overlapping them, and the yellow sand filled the sky, exploding in an instant. There are dozens of feet high.
With this aura of destruction, even Dong Chenyu didn't dare to shake it hard, so he could only avoid the edge for a while.
And, in the bottom of his heart, the power that exploded with this sword produced a kind of natural fear, like ice falling into a volcano, like an ordinary orc encountering a beast.
When the light dissipated, the earth was full of black smoke, and the figures of Ouyang Ming and He Jian had completely disappeared.
Dong Chenyu looked gloomy, glanced at the slit in the long sleeve, and secretly said in his heart, only the edge of the sword gas would collapse my long sleeve and make my blood flow. This alone is enough to make You are proud. But with this tone, I can't swallow the **** scorpion, and I will avenge this grudge.
At the same time, with a big hand down, all the space within a radius of tens of meters exploded. He glanced at the horizon, his figure flashed, and he went away in an instant.
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In the sky, Ouyang Ming carried He Jian on his back and swept out.
flipped his wrist, took out an elixir, handed it to He Jian, and whispered: "Senior Ho, this is an aura pill, which has healing effects and can also restore aura. You can eat it first."
He Jian's sleeves gently wiped the blood stains off his mouth, and he knew that Ouyang Ming was a master of alchemy, he had no shortage of pills, and he was not hypocritical. After taking it, he swallowed it and said weakly: "My brother Yu, thank you very much. If you hadn't borrowed that sword, my old bone would have to explain where."
"Your boss is awe-inspiring." Ouyang Ming complimented.
The fact is the same. How many spiritual beings dared to face the Venerable, telling you that you should go first, and I will entangle his rhetoric?
Who knows that they will die, but is not afraid of them, only for the faith and persistence in their hearts. Looking at the world, how many people can there be?
He Jian's face turned pale, the light in his eyes condensed, and he opened the door straight to the point, saying: "Brother Yu, forgive me, I wonder if you have ever heard of returning to Jianfeng?"
Ouyang Ming's eyes narrowed inward, even his breath was a bit disturbed, he nodded gently, and said: "I heard it."
Even though Ouyang Ming was sure in his heart, he was still very surprised when he heard this question. After all, this was one of his purposes for entering the Daxu.
He Jian didn't ask deeply either. After all, it's not a good time to talk about things.
However, in the eyes of the two people communicating with each other, the surprise in each other's heart can be seen. They all know that they are looking for the right person this time.
On the other side, Xiaolan was in the tree hole, staring at the windmill in a daze, silently counting how many times it turned.
One lap, two laps, three laps... one hundred and fifty laps.
The spiritual stone on the ground lit by the fire of the Heavenly Phoenix is much dim, but it can still barely see the surroundings.
A cold wind blew, Xiaolan trembled and shrank back, feeling cold all over, and whispered: "The windmill has turned one hundred and seventy times, why hasn't it come back? It won't be... Don't you want me?" When she thought of this, she just felt that it was getting darker outside and the wind blowing colder.
The aura in the spirit stone is getting less and less, and the light emitted is getting darker and darker~IndoMTL.com~Almost only a little red light remains.
Xiaolan's body kept shrinking back, her body curled together.
was terrified and cried in a low voice. Not every child is as strong as Xiaoman.
"Xiaolan, is that you?" At this moment, a gentle voice came from the darkness.
The sound was not loud, even a bit subtle, but it dispelled all the darkness in Xiaolan's heart, just like the summer sun shining into her heart.
After a while, a fire ignited in the tree hole.
Ouyang Ming took out the lean meat from the space bag and grilled it carefully.
He is a high-level spiritualist, and He Jian is the pinnacle of a spiritualist. It doesn't matter if you don't eat for a few months, but Xiaolan can't. Her cultivation level is too low to fasten.
He Jian's face looked much better, sitting beside the firewood, Xiaolan sitting beside him, not crying or making trouble, very sensible.
It’s just that when she looks at the meat on the firewood, she will have a different look in her eyes.
Soon, an appetizing scent came out from the tree hole.
"Xiaolan, are you hungry? Eat a little faster." Ouyang Ming smiled softly and handed a piece of meat over, a little bit more pity between his eyebrows.
"Thank you." Xiaolan replied, raising her hand timidly to take it, and eating in small mouthfuls, looking graceful and delicate.
"Senior Ho also eat some, the meat contains spiritual power, which is also good for the injury." He said, he also handed a piece of it.