Nightfall Chapter 133: Most confident people
Rite person, rationale.
The second elder brother respects the ceremony, so he is reasonable, although rigorous and solemn, it does not hinder the understanding of things. Ten thousand sword marks fell from the sky, and fell around him, woven into a dense cage. His eyes had already seen through this divine formation, falling on Ye Hongyu’s ruling robe, seeing through what she had hidden intention.
Everything is in the plan of Xiling Temple.
Accurately speaking, they are all in Ye Hongyu's calculations-whether it is the proud Jun Mo or the calm Jun Mo, they will choose to shoot the sword directly and defeat the strong her.
So she successfully delayed Jun Mo's sword release for a moment.
After a few moments, the sword of ten thousand swords has become a cage, even if Jun Mo wants to change his tricks, he can't do it.
She has become a sword when she comes out. She always does not return to one sword. She actively caters to the opponent's wishes and fighters, and has the ability to turn the design into reality. The process of starting the battle is perfect.
She abandoned the pride and dignity of the great priest of Xiling, and sought the first opportunity with the desire to defeat, so even the second brother had to be imprisoned by Wandao Jianguang for a while.
The field began to vibrate, and the sound of thunderous hoofs came from outside the sword curtain. It was vaguely visible that countless iron armored heavy knights rushed out of the coalition barracks, shaking the sky!
The iron cavalry of the Allied Forces of the Temple rushed toward the exit of Qingxia like tide.
This is a fierce attack by the coalition forces of the Xiling Temple since the beginning of the Battle of Qingxia. At this time, the second brother was trapped in the fan cage. Can the sound of the piano and flute at Qingxia be as powerful as the previous few times?
Under the canopy at the exit of Qingxia, Beigong Weiyang and Ximen looked at the guqin and Dongxiao quietly in front of them, listening to the more and more clear and dense hooves, their hands slowly falling on the strings or holding on Xiao tube.
Bei Gong Weiyang's fingertips trembled slightly, and a faint sound of the piano moved away like an arrow.
Simon leaned slightly without confusion. A dim sound of flute came out through the tube, like water.
At this moment, an old voice rang in the field.
The voice instantly passed through the wilderness and came to the exit of Qingxia, such as...In the military camp south of the wilderness, the veil of that **** was fluttering slightly.
An old voice rang from the gods. Full of sacred and solemn breath. It's awe-inspiring.
"In the wilderness, prepare to set off. Anyone who wants to pass must pass by..."
More than ten red-robed priests with deep realm, sitting cross-legged around the gods, calmly and attentively, listening to the voices from the gods. Then the prayers were repeated, and the voice kept replying.
In the deity, the great priest looked at the scriptures on his knees. With an indifferent expression, he continued: "The seeds in the wilderness are food given to the people by Haotian. The voice in the valley is Haotian's call to guide through the wind to march toward the fallen land. What Haotian has ordered the believers to do, you It must do the same."
More than ten red priests repeated this scripture religiously.
The great priest of Tianyu said again: "Use your voice to confuse your mind. Those who arbitrarily issue summons for Haotian are sinners. Together with the remaining sinners, they will suffer the punishment of Haotian's anger."
The voices of the red priests outside the gods became more and more tidy and indifferent.
"...will suffer the punishment of Haotian's anger...just a few sounds on the strings, and just a short piece of music flowing from the tube, it was beaten by the old sound that magically appeared in the Qingxia Off.
All the brothers in the academy have read the books. After only hearing a few words, they heard that it was a crime in the allusion book of Xiling Church. The four brothers changed their expressions drastically. He picked up the sand table in his hand and prepared to blow this Duan Jiaoyu disrupted.
However, Haotian’s instruction is not concretely presented. The preaching voice of Xiling Great Temple has no specific shape. Except for the sound itself, there is nothing at all that can interrupt this old voice.
Bei Gong Weiyang's face suddenly paled, a look of fear appeared in his eyes, his arms trembled uncontrollably, and several strings on the guqin broke!
Ximen's realm of not being confused was a little weaker, so he looked more painful, snorted, blood poured from his lips into the pipe, and then dripped from the bottom, and sat on the ground!
The cavalry of the Xiling Temple Allied Forces, who were running wildly in the wilderness, charged towards the Qingxia, also heard the majestic instruction. They were not affected in any way, but became more powerful and fearless!
The tide formed by the iron cavalry seemed to have encountered a hurricane, and the speed increased again, pointing directly to the Qingxia...When the teaching sound began to echo in the wilderness, the second senior brother had confirmed that this was the method of the great priest.
The Battle of Qingxia has started for a long time, and the two great figures of Xiling Temple have never really made a move, but they did not expect that these two great Xiling priests actually took action at the same time!
The expression on the face of the second brother became more solemn.
Even if he is as powerful and proud as him, he dare not say that he faces two Xiling priests alone. The key issue is that the battle of Qingxia today is not a duel between the strong, but a battle between the big army. Offense and defense.
At this time, he was swinging an iron sword, slashing towards the cage formed by ten thousand sword lights.
Every time the iron sword fell, dozens or even hundreds of sword lights shattered and disappeared. As long as he was given some more time, he could easily cut through the cage and defeat Ye Hongyu.
However, at this time the iron cavalry has arrived, and the sound of the piano and flute at Qingxia is gone. If he still puts his heart on the fan cage, then the juniors and sisters at Qingxia will inevitably be crushed by the iron cavalry.
He cannot allow this to happen.
He can't spend any more time in the cage formation, he can't stay for a moment, he must break the formation immediately.
However, no matter how strong he is, how can he break this barrier instantly? No matter how powerful the iron sword in his hand is, how can he instantly smash through the sword curtain woven by the sword light?
So he retracted the iron sword.
He no longer tried to smash the cage formation with an iron sword.
He looked at Ye Hongyu outside the sword curtain, was silent, and took all his breath back into his body!
At this time, he is no longer the sword-intent, proud Jun Mo.
And just an ordinary person.
Ye Hongyu immediately thought of what he was going to do, and his expression was shocking.
This cage formation descending from the sky is woven from tens of thousands of sword lights. The formation is magical and powerful, but the sword light itself still carries its own sword intent.
When the second brother took away all his breath, the iron sword in his hand was hung down, and he no longer contended with this cage formation. The sword curtain woven from tens of thousands of sword lights suddenly collapsed toward the center and pierced his body!
He wants to use his body to resist tens of thousands of sword lights.
Only in this way, you can get out of the cage in a short time!
However, even a strong Demon Sect like Tang or Xiahou who wants to use his body to resist Ye Hongyu's ten thousand swords will inevitably end in a very miserable end. The body of the second brother is just an ordinary person. How to resist?
On the bright armor, the grand fireworks blooming, with the collapse of the cage formation and the advent of the sword light, suddenly became denser and bright to the extreme. As if it will be ignited in the next moment!
In a very short period of time, countless auras were released from the armor of the second senior brother, colliding with countless sword lights from the air. Arouse countless terrifying turbulences of heaven and earth!
Chi!锃!锃!锃!锃!锃!
The sword light of Wandao fell on the surface of the armor, and there was an extremely dense sound of friction and cutting. Sometimes there was a faint roar like a tiny thunder and lightning, which seemed terrifying.
The ground on which the two senior brothers stepped on suddenly sank, and more than ten pieces of rubble were torn into powder. As for the blood-stained grass, it had long since turned into fly ash and disappeared!
The armor covering the whole body. There were countless blazing rays of light, and his whole person seemed to be burning, and he could not see the real picture in the flame.
The next moment, the wide and straight iron sword reappeared in people's vision.
The iron sword smashed through countless sword lights on the surface of the armor and the flames of friction, slashed through the air in the wilderness, slashed through the howling winds, and fell to Ye Hongyu's door!
As the iron sword was swung out, the second brother's figure also appeared from the flame.
He didn't move forward.
Instead, he took a step back.
Since the start of the war, no matter how many enemies he faces, he has never retreated.
At this point he finally took a step back.
If you don’t take a step back, it’s because there is no way to go back.
At this time, I took a step back because the younger brother and younger sister at the Qingxia exit behind him needed his protection.
The iron cavalry of the Xiling Temple coalition forces has come to him.
The second brother raised his head, raised his sword, and started killing again.
There is still no extra emotion on his face.
His sword swing is still so meticulous, without any deviation.
It's just that the armor has become blackened and tattered...The ruling robe dances among the fields and gathers in front of him into a blood lotus.
The sword intent that struck from afar, with the solemn intent of an iron sword, strangled the blood lotus, and then disappeared.
Yeh Hongyu's face was pale, and a **** ooze from the corners of her lips.
The cage formation she used to draw from Wandao Jianguang was actually broken by Jun Mo using this method.
This was a situation she had never thought of, but there was no shock or loss on her face, but a calm smile appeared on the contrary.
She stopped watching the battle at Qingxia, turned around and walked towards her god.
Her goal has been achieved.
Of course, Jun Mo is the main force guarding Qingxia in the academy, but what makes the army cavalry troublesome is the sound of the piano and flute. Today’s plan for the Xiling Temple is that she will fight to entangle Jun Mo and be lured by the cavalry charge. After the sound of the piano and flute were played, the priests in red were led by the great priest of Tianyu to break the sound in one fell swoop.
The whole plan was executed perfectly.
Although Jun Mo left the cage formation earlier than she expected, she didn't care, because at this time the string was broken and the flute was bleeding, and the two academies no longer had the strength to fight.
Furthermore, she believed that although Jun Mo looked fine, in fact, he must have been seriously injured.
Because that is her sword.
Her cage.
No matter how powerful Jun Mo is, he broke through with this unexpected method, but he must have paid a great price for this, and Ye Hongyu is very confident about this.
The thing she is confident about is fighting...Golden Keyboard...We should have won the number one in the work of the year, this is really... I feel that I can bear it, but I am still a little ashamed. I will write a book well in the future. It is still this old saying. I am a little unstable. This is my problem. It will be fine from today. It will be very good until the end of the month Okay, there is one more chapter today. ) (To be continued) RQ{PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}