Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 199: War did not
The drizzle was like clouds and fog, Pei Ziyun stood in front of the low forest, here is the area of Xiaoguhe, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
In the memory of the original owner, he also encountered an attack on the Songyun Gate, but only a few years later, the blessed land was breached, the leader died in battle, and Song Zhi took over. In just four years, all the people he knew disappeared and replaced It was a disciple sent by the Qixuan Sect, which was equivalent to completely becoming the lower palace of the Qixuan Sect.
Now, it has finally changed.
But the change is not complete yet, thinking of this, I shouted: "System!"
A plum blossom appeared in front of my eyes, and quickly zoomed in to become a translucent data frame, floating in the field of vision with a faint sense of light, and the data I needed to see appeared in front of my eyes.
"Yin Shen: The first level (3.5% completion)"
"Thirty-nine types of Taoism: Mastery"
"Swordsmanship: Grand Master (23.6% completion)"
"Supernatural Power: Dou Zhuan Xing Shift Third Level (Highest)"
"I remember that last time the swordsmanship was 19.1% of the master, now I fully understand the highest attainments of the 37th style of the Shen family, which has only increased by about 4%."
"The realm of God's God, it's really too difficult."
"However, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi currently cannot be promoted, and the excess prestige has been converted to Yin Shen, which has gradually increased."
"Unfortunately, if you give me some time, there should be no problems with the first three layers of Yinshen."
The mood was calmed, Pei Ziyun drilled into the grass and disappeared.
Altar
The rain turned lighter, and the dots fell on the altar. A group of swordsmen stood upright, soaked all over. Now even the elders have no umbrellas, and the elders are focused on maintaining the altar.
On the altar, there are bursts of aura, flashing fire from time to time, two tokens, one jade and one gold, seem to be like yin and yang, spinning in the air.
Each elder sweats a little bit, and the big elders are the core. They are pale and blue, lips are purple, and sweat is flowing through the clothes-to offset the exclusion of the blessed land, they are doing it, or where is the incarnation of the immortal? It's so easy.
In the cave not far away, a middle-aged Taoist man with sweaty head was staring at a Taoist who was monitoring the situation, hissed: "Impossible, check again."
The Taoist who is monitoring the situation would rather know that it is meaningless, or should respond: "Yes!"
I saw this cave temporarily remodeled, because it was still wide and densely lit with lights in the middle. All of these lights were extinguished, and it looked gloomy and gloomy. This man held the Fajue, pointed at the oil lamp, and made a "boom". , All the oil lamps were on, but when the law passed, they all went out.
"All dead?"
"Even Elder Liu is dead?" The middle-aged Taoist trembled slightly, his face was pale and almost bloodless, and he fate: "Call the soul immediately and ask what's going on."
The Taoist who was monitoring the situation trembled, and said in a little panic: "It's not difficult to call the soul, but the elders have this authority."
Speaking of this, the man swallowed timidly, and then plucked up his courage: "Brother, go ask the elder, and give permission so that I can cast the spell."
The middle-aged Taoist hesitated. He knew the reason. It was not difficult for the soul-calling question to have a fateful light. But there are many secrets in the soul of a dead person. If you just ask people about it, isn’t it broken? The big event, so I pondered for a while, and finally sighed: "The elders in the front are all working hard to change the law. I have suffered a lot of bad consumption. I want to ask if I understand before I disturb. It seems that I still have to ask the elders first." /
Speaking, the middle-aged Taoist sighed and was about to go out of the cave. Suddenly felt his heart throb, and immediately stopped.
At this moment, a sword light burst from the entrance and it pierced straight. The middle-aged Taoist reacted very quickly, opening his mouth and shouting. Almost at the same time, the ring broke automatically and a white light appeared.
"Puff!" Jianguang broke in without any hindrance, penetrated from his chest, and came out from behind. The middle-aged Taoist's shout turned into a muddy spurt of blood.
The Taoist who was inspecting later was shocked, and immediately shouted: "There is a thief!"
In addition to the Taoist, there were two swordsmen. At this time, they all drew their swords, but Pei Ziyun's long sword was pierced, and the sword light flashed. Almost at the same time, all three of them felt their eyes sting, and their eyes were full of sword light. Feeling that he is the main target of the enemy's attack, immediately flash or attack.
But the figure disappeared, and the phantom disappeared. It was just a face-to-face. The Taoist who was inspecting groaned and fell out, splashing blood.
"You!" The two swordsmen suddenly felt that they had been fooled, and rushed forward, the sword light carrying wind and thunder, moving almost at the same time.
The human form of Pei Ziyun turned into a shadow that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, inserted in the gap of the sword light, and only heard the sound of "Zheng", the person suddenly turned and disappeared, and disappeared in a flash.
"The warriors are also tricky, and the martial arts are the same." When the figure fell, Pei Ziyun's breathing was a little quick, and his face was a little pale, but his figure was stable.
"I don't want to use the skills in the novel."
Life and death are inevitable, and the terrible fight unfolds in an instant. In fact, this technique is very simple to put it bluntly. It is to make the sword aura and spiritual sense, so that the three opponents will have the illusion that they are being attacked.
At the moment of life and death, people instinctively protect themselves, so the combination of the three immediately becomes independent, and they are defeated by themselves in an instant.
The wind and thunder are still in my ears, the fight is over, two Taoists, one has internal organs, blood has flowed all over the ground, the body is still struggling, hands are holding the sword, the face is twisted, the mouth is screaming, and one Directly pierced into the heart and died very quickly.
"The art of war and the art of sword are one."
"It's no wonder that Fusang calls swordsmanship a small art of war. In fact, there is some truth in it."
"To become a master, you must understand the art of war." Pei Ziyun smeared a little blood on his face, wiped it off gently, and shook off the blood from the sword: "There are not many remaining enemies."
A thin layer of white light diffuses. This is a sound barrier. Even Pei Ziyun could not shield such a large area, but the cave is one-way, as long as the opening is shielded.
"Not vigilant." Pei Ziyun took a look, and thought to himself that there are four elders on the altar, but they have been observed just now. They all have to support the altar and cannot get out. And outside the altar, there are still There are four swordsmen.
Thinking about it, Pei Ziyun looked for it, and she found a clean Taoist suit. She put on her clothes calmly at the moment, and then headed towards the altar.
The rain was hazy, and the four swordsmen had persisted for most of the day, but still maintained their basic vigilance. When they scanned the surroundings, they saw and heard people coming out of the cave.
The corner of his eye swept over, it was his own, and the swordsman didn't care much. He took a few steps before he came back to take a look, but when he saw it, he felt that the face was a bit strange.
"Who?" Then he spit out, the sword light flashed, and the throat was cold, and he fell out immediately. The swordsmen on the left and right corners immediately drew their swords and rushed straight up.
"Go to death!" An elder had no time to react, and the head flew out, blood spurting out several feet.
"Zheng Zheng Zheng"
The two swordsmen crossed and attacked, Pei Ziyun leaned diagonally, rolled and slid...In an instant, he changed his position and posture three times. With a "chick", Jian Guang ruthlessly chopped off a swordsman's heavenly spirit cover, and suddenly this person was wide open. After speaking, Ju screamed again, and then a large group of red and white brains popped up and fell down.
"There is an enemy attack, the elder will wake up soon." At this time, another swordsman could shout, and the remaining three elders were all eye-catching, and were about to wake up.
Pei Ziyun rushed straight towards an elder, the swordsman saw that he was in a hurry, and he rushed forward, but Pei Ziyun slammed and turned back with a sword.
"Puff" the long sword entered the body and pierced it out from behind. The swordsman let out a scream, his eyes opened wide in an instant, and the blood spouted out from the point where he pulled his sword like a fountain of blood.
"The enemy will be saved, and the city will be rescued." In fact, he really wants to talk about swordsmanship. This swordsman is not bad, but once he encounters the art of war and lures the enemy to reveal his flaws, he can't kill it with a single sword.
Pei Ziyun's body shape is swiftly turning, and he is about to pounce on it. An elder just pointed: "Chi!"
Pei Ziyun snorted, and fell back three steps, but the long sword was thrown out.
"Boom!" The long sword hit the floating token with a heavy blow, but it hits King Lu's token. Just listen to the "boom", and a dragon's shadow appeared on the altar with a roar like a dragon. Sound, the token exploded.
The remaining three elders, such as Zhonglei, shocked all over, vomiting blood, and one elder hissed: "Elder, quickly exit the circle!"
Two elders and a swordsman, Pei Ziyun wiped the blood on his lips, only feeling that his hands and feet were weak, and he could barely lift his strength, and sighed secretly: "What a pity!"
After repeated battles, even though I ate some food, the lamp was gone, and the opponent couldn't please. The circle was wounded, and the backlash stood up.
"If you have half the power in the heyday, you can kill them all." Pei Ziyun thought, turned around, and rolled on the ground, already picking up the sword.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Fortune Land
"Boom!" A red phantom Xiaojiao wailed suddenly. After holding on for a while, it spread out. Once it spread out, the imperial edict of the true monarch suddenly brightened.
"I have won on the ground, and the Dragon Qi of King Lu you borrowed will also dissipate, go to die!" Zhenjun said loudly, and the black aura that entangled it has gradually dissipated: "Sun, moon, yin and yang, let me go to law."
"Damn it!" Seeing this, the incarnation of the earth fairy glanced upwards~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly, a ball of light rose in this blessed land at the moment of "boom".
The original blessed land has become fragile after a great battle. At this time, the fireball penetrated a hole and instantly disappeared into the blessed land. In the hole, darkness permeated in.
"True monarch, why did you let it go?" someone asked.
"The blessed land has been hit repeatedly. Even if you kill this person's avatar, the blessed land may collapse." Zhenjun sighed, and red qi continued to emanate from his body. The swaying blessed land gradually stabilized, and my body was shrinking rapidly: "I have suffered a lot. I must fall into a deep sleep for a period of time to maintain the blessed land and recover."
"Up until now, Songyunmen is exhausted." Then, the true monarch sent a ball of flames up: "And now the head can't hold on." Sao Suo {half-/ -Floating=(.*)+Sheng-Tiaotianxiantu
Altar
These changes are too late, but in fact they are fast, Pei Ziyun picked up the sword, and the altar behind him exploded. The elder spit out a mouthful of blood. He did not advance and retreated, and quickly retreated.
As the altar exploded, the two elders vomited another mouthful of blood, Pei Ziyun rushed forward, and the sword light flashed. The two elders had suffered a backlash, and they had no time to resist and immediately killed.
"No!" Seeing this, the remaining swordsman shouted like crazy. After so many elders died, he was a dead person when he returned, and he fought hard to kill now.
"Puff", the figure staggered, the swordsman's face had a blood stain, he staggered a few steps, and fell off.
"Haha!" Looking at the figure of the great elder going away, Pei Ziyun let out a long laugh, halfway through the laugh, and sprayed with blood.
"Do you know that I have run out of oil and the lamp has withered?" At this time, the drizzle rained, and the sky was dim. Pei Ziyun went back a few steps, only to see a vast expanse. It seemed that the fight just now was just a dream.