Treading Blood to Sky’s End Chapter 372: Where to start
Nanshan.
Saki Yuan flicked three fingers in succession, but only one of the Qi threads hit the stone. The other two were deflected, and one of them did not rotate hard enough. It failed to hit the target and collapsed.
"Sanren, why can't you use the Suoyun hand with ease, but you still can't do the Spiral Qi Jin?"
"Talents are different."
Zhang Tianliu raised his hand, slightly bent his fingers, and caused his wrist and forearm to twist like a water snake. Suddenly, he slapped his hand back, and a stone on the bank was neatly cut into six pieces.
"If one path is blocked, you should change to another path as soon as possible. If the spiral energy is not suitable for you, it is not useless. A sneak attack at close range can make the opponent unable to guard against it. It may save your life in the future."
While speaking, Zhang Tianliu used his Suoyun hand to grab a piece of cut stone into his hand. Under Qi Yuan's surprised gaze, he turned his wrist, and the stone seemed to be **** with invisible threads and circled around Sanren's arm. Unable to see the Sanren move, one stone turned into two, and two into four during the process of circling.
"There are countless possibilities for the use of true energy. Since you have condensed sword energy and mastered the cloud-locking hand, you might as well try this to make the true energy soft or strong. Then the true energy silk can also save people or kill people. ."
Zhang Tianliu pulled the five fingers of his other hand through the air, and the stone was divided into eight pieces again. Just when Qi Yuan thought that San Ren was controlling the eight stones with his eight fingers, the stone was divided again and turned into sixteen pieces.
"Don't be imprisoned by cognition. One finger does not necessarily control only one piece. It can be ten pieces or a hundred pieces. The same is true for Tao. What you can see is not necessarily the end."
The stone was divided again and turned into thirty-two pieces, circling and chasing each other. Finally, Zhang Tianliu collected them, held them in his hand and squeezed them gently, merging them into complete stones.
"It's fake! Can it still be restored?" Qi Yuan scratched his nose and looked at the stone in Zhang Tianliu's hand with his big eyes.
"Yes, even monks find it difficult to go against common sense, and the same goes for people's hearts. Just like this stone, no matter how smooth the cut is, no matter how perfect the merger is, if it is broken, it will be broken. Even if it is buried thousands of feet underground and has been squeezed and fused for tens of millions of years, it will still be broken. It is no longer what it used to be."
Slightly lowering the wrist, like a complete stone slipping from the palm, it turned into thirty-six pieces and rolled down the cliff one after another.
No matter how precocious Qi Yuan is, it will be difficult for him to understand Zhang Tianliu’s words in a short time.
When he was tired from training, he sat next to Zhang Tianliu, put his calf on the cliff and dangled, touched his head and said: "San Ren, I don't seem to be taller. I only grew an inch this year. Mom said I'm too naughty. It’s just because I don’t want to eat, but I always feel like that’s not the case.”
Zhang Tianliu said with a smile: "Whenever you have the Sword Spirit, you will grow taller. It's a little slow. It doesn't matter. During this period, maybe someone will give you a title of "Walking in the Jianghu". What's the name of the fog? "Mountain Fairy Boy"
Saki Yuan chuckled and said: "Then the Nine Immortals of Kiriyama will become the Ten Immortals."
Zhang Tianliu shook his head and smiled: "No, it's still the Nine Immortals. I'm leaving soon."
"Where are the Sanren going? Can you not go?" Qi Yuan asked reluctantly.
Zhang Tianliu withdrew his gaze towards the end of the world, glanced towards the west, a cold look flashed in his amber eyes, and said with a faint smile: "I'm afraid that's not possible."
Saki Yuan followed and looked around. This time, he could see many small black dots approaching in the western sky without mobilizing his energy to open his spiritual eyes.
Soon, a procession of flying birds appeared in front of Nanshan Mountain like dark clouds covering the sky.
Seeing this scene, Qi Yuan was a little frightened.
"Go back and tell your mothers that I will go to the Five Summits to destroy the demons."
Zhang Tianliu stood up and touched Qi Yuan's brain. Qi Yuan didn't know what was going to happen, but he felt that what San Ren said was right. He had to go back and tell his mother about it.
After watching Qi Yuan fly into the fog with his sword energy, Zhang Tianliu withdrew his gaze and glanced at the monk on the bird with his cold eyes: "You don't want to spare the children's toys either?"
Saki Yuan’s move indeed made many monks become greedy.
If wealth is kept secret, adults, not to mention children, may be kidnapped.
What's more, in this world, where cultivation resources are scarce, how many monks may not be able to see a flying sword in their lives, but when they see a big kid controlling the power of a flying sword, they dream of taking it!
"The Sanren are joking, how dare we have such thoughts." Head Wei said with a smile.
"You are telling the truth. Although there are few flying swords, there are many fifth peaks. As for what other monks think, it's none of your business. Don't start talking about you. You can't replace anyone."
Awkward!
The monks all looked ugly.
Pieces of mandarin duck feathers floated out from his sleeves and landed on the edge of the cliff, condensing into a flying sword. Zhang Tianliu stepped on it and the sword flew up.
"Let's go, do you really want to fight with me?"
"Do you know why we are looking for you?" Head Wei was slightly surprised.
Zhang Tianliu pretended to be surprised and said: "In addition to destroying demons, do you also want to invite me to dinner?"
No one expected it to be so simple.
For this trip, they inquired about a lot of information about the San people in the fog and prepared many excuses, but none of them were useful. They did not deny face at all, of course, not counting the ones just now!
"In the late stage of returning to the truth, what kind of clairvoyance and arrogance are you having?" Seeing Zhang Tianliu heading west first, a Yingtian monk said in a low voice with disdain.
"If you can destroy the Futu Sect, you can also be arrogant." Another Ying Tian said coldly.
Not all the monks on this trip knew Zhang Tianliu. The rebuttal monk Yingtian had been in contact with Zhang Tianliu. Not far from Nanshan, when the East Vein refugees fled to the sea of fog, he knew that not only Zhang Tianliu , even the sword attendant around him couldn't judge it with common sense.
"Let's see how he kills the demon." The person who spoke was the former Futu Sect elder.
"Hey, maybe the elder Gongshu wants to use his powers to observe the battle situation. After all, he is here to help everyone. Now that we are unanimously speaking to the outside world, you should say less."
This group of people has some familiarity with each other, some enemies, some despisers, and some peacemakers. They are really all-round and exciting.
Rather than letting them talk one thing to the other, half-persuading and half-threatening, Zhang Tianliu might as well respond as soon as possible. Find Shuyuan www． zhaoshuyuan.com
After flying more than a hundred miles westward, Zhang Tianliu suddenly stopped in front.
Headmaster Wei rushed over and asked, "What's wrong with Sanren?"
"If you don't want to go, let's fight here." Zhang Tianliu looked down and said with emotion: "This place is the place where I first came. Heroes from other worlds gathered in groups, spilling blood on the long embankment and looking at the red river. More than three hundred There are only seventy-three people left. These lives have resulted in the demise of Xiu Feng, the death of the Holy Emperor, the turmoil of pilgrimage, the rise of Bai Xiao, and many unknown lives that have passed away sadly, including despair and others. Hope..."
Who cares about Zhang Tianlu's feelings? This place is still two to three hundred miles away from the Fifth Peak. If a fight starts here, who do you think you are? Even if you curse here, the Great Demon Dragon Fish must be able to hear you.
Could it be that you are not clairvoyant but a telepathic person?
However, this boy actually gathered his true energy in his left arm with great confidence, and muttered in his mouth: "I wonder if the girl who was dyed red with wild flowers in the past is well, and whether the scattered soul of Xishan can be reunited. Friends who have gone to a foreign country have found a new harbor, and the woman with the flower finger... is better to be stupid after all! I hope she has a good partner to take care of each other. I hope there is someone who can quietly accompany me to see the end of the world. ”
Just when many monks felt nauseous, Zhang Tianliu flicked his fingers, and a wave of air exploded. A powerful sonic boom caused the nearby birds to sway and almost fall.
The monks were either panicking to stabilize the birds, or they were dumbly aware that the true energy bursting from Zhang Tianliu's left arm changed from strong to weak, and soon became difficult to detect again.
However, not long after, an angry roar from the Wudian South Vein shook the sky, and the clouds and mist in the sky disappeared, as if a sleeping angry dragon was awakened!