The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 92: The first assassination encountered by Zhao Layue


   Practitioners are difficult to assassinate because they are very sensitive to changes in Qi.

   Zhao Layue is good at deduction and calculation, and his swordsmanship is bright, so it is naturally better. But when she entered the Taoist temple, she could not find any problems. It wasn't because she was a little distracted because she wanted to see Lian San Yue's descendants, but because there was no murderous intent in this formation, it was extremely indifferent, and it merged with ordinary mountains and rivers, and it was difficult to find.

   can integrate the formation that changes the atmosphere of the world with the world again. This method is mysterious and rare.

  Only those with profound profound knowledge can do it.

   There was a sound of swords, and the dilapidated Taoist temple was illuminated with fiery red, as if the twilight came to the forest ahead of time, igniting all the trees in the valley.

  Fusi sword shuttled through the air at an unimaginable speed, cutting countless straight lines around her body, as if to cut the space apart.

   Those extremely dense lines formed a barrier and kept her inside.

  Zhao Layue knows that it must not be an ordinary ascetic who dares to attack him, and he is definitely not an opponent.

  Confidence and pride will not affect her judgment.

   She didn't even think about finding the enemy and attacking, she immediately used the most powerful sword to protect herself.

   This is not a sword move in the Nine Deaths Sword Art, but a sword move created by Jingyang Zhenren based on a certain Taoism of Shuiyuean, and it is said to be related to a certain kind of zombie called the Celestial Silkworm.

   This is what Jing Jiu said when she taught her this sword technique.

  "This is the Firth sword left by the real Jingyang? It is perfect. Your swordsmanship, coping and determination are also perfect."

   A man in black came out from the twilight red light.

   The man in black has a very strong aura, his face is covered with black cloth, and he should have changed his face with some kind of exercise.

   Zhao Layue looked at each other through the sword net, without speaking.

   She had some guesses about the person's true identity, and she should have a high status in that sect, because he looked confident and arrogant with his hands behind his back.

   The man in black said: "It is indeed the legendary Zhao Layue. It is a pity that such a powerful sword can only support dozens of breaths in your current realm, and in this way, you have no choice. Asking for help with the sword book, in other words, you have fallen into the dead, what is the point of living for such a period of time?"

   Zhao Layue knew that the man in black made sense, and it was also a temptation.

   Nanwang and Qingshan disciples are still in Chaoge City, only more than two hundred miles from here, they rushed over at the fastest speed, and it didn't take too long.

  The question is, if she asks for help with a sword book, how long can she support her without a flying sword? It may even be killed instantly.

   Zhao Layue didn't speak, because it didn't make sense, and it didn't make sense to delay time.

   Her Jian Yuan is losing at high speed.

  The twilight gradually thickens, and the dilapidated Taoist temple shrouded in it gives birth to a sense of vicissitudes of beauty.

  The beauty is not a beautiful thing, because it shows that the speed of the Firth sword is gradually slowing down, and the colors will be more vivid.

   It was also because of the slowdown that Fusijian began to give birth to a sword whistle, bringing a sword wind.

  The dilapidated Taoist temple wall was blown by the sword wind, and dust fell.

The mud statue offered in the Taoist Temple was only half of its head eroded by the wind and rain over the years, and it was also slowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  The sand fell on the ground, like an hourglass, and time went to the end.

   Just before the head of the mud statue was about to be completely flattened, Zhao Layue moved.

   She stretched her right hand into the air in front of her.

  , the room full of twilight suddenly closed, and it fell in her hands, as if it turned into a red sun.

   She held the Firth sword, with the afterimage of her body, stab at the black clothes.

  ——If the sword doesn’t leave your hand, you don’t have to worry about being affected by the opponent’s powerful techniques.

   At the beginning of Haishen Temple outside Haizhou City, she used this trick to kill the steward of Immortal Lin.

   The man in black is very calm, he should have known her this move in advance, avoiding a few sword lights to the extreme, and then slapped it down.

   The palm fell, but the sleeves flew up.

   may be due to the power of the Dread Firth Sword. It is more likely that he does not want to leave traces of clues. He has no magic weapon.

   Even so, he is not something Zhao Layue can resist.

  The black-clothed man's sleeves rolled up and flew up, like a wave like ink in the darkness of night.

   The howling wind goes with the sleeves, it is extremely fierce, but the breath is that majestic, obviously it should be the Xuanmen authentic technique, it is extremely open and honest.

With a bang, Zhao Layue flew upside down and slammed into the wall of the Taoist temple.

   Her body fell to the ground with the rain of broken bricks, blood spilling from the corners of her lips.

   The man in black turned her sleeves at will, and she broke her sword like one.

  The realm gap between the two sides is so great that it cannot be made up by Daoism, fighting spirit, and courage.

   But her expression was still so indifferent, and there was no fear on her face, because this was something she had already understood.

   Just as she hit the wall, the Firth sword, which was shaken flying like a stone, suddenly seemed to regain its vitality and burst out of the roof!

  嗖!

  Fussi sword flew towards the sky, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only a **** afterimage.

   This is a sword text.

  The man in black ignored it, because this was something he had already calculated, or something he wanted to happen.

   Even if Zhao Layue has a higher realm than the intelligence, he has already broken through to the upper realm of incomparability, and the distance to be able to control the sword is no more than a few miles.

   If she wanted to inform the Qingshan comrades in Chaoge City by the sword text, she could only use that method to forcibly cut off contact with Fusijian and let her go.

   This practice will cause the sword owner to suffer backlash and be seriously injured, and if you want to re-establish contact with Feijian afterwards, it will take longer to cultivate, which is not worth it.

   Qingshan disciples will only make this choice when they are facing great danger, even knowing that they will die.

   Of course, if Zhao Layue survives today, the price will be worth it.

   The problem is, when Firth Sword goes away, what does she use to resist the opponent's attack? Or is she sure that she knows she will die?

  The people in black think it's the latter.

  He patted Zhao Layue with a palm in the air.

   The air suddenly deformed, and the light falling from the roof was refracted in a mess.

   A powerful and continuous power reverberates in the Taoist temple, overlapping like mountains, crushing forward.

   This violent power did not affect the Taoist temple itself. There were no cracks in the dilapidated walls, and even the dust did not fall.

  The degree of such fine control proves that there are other things in the terrible state of the man in black~IndoMTL.com~ It is very unwise to deliberately carry out this kind of control at this moment.

   So the truth of the matter is that the people in black did not deliberately control, everything is natural.

   There are natural ways of heaven and earth in the    moves. Zhao Layue's more confirmation of each other's origin, the brighter his eyes are.

  The palm of the man in black turned into a fist when it came to Zhao Layue.

   Wanzhong Mountain has condensed into a stone, and you can imagine how heavy it is.

   Even if it is the wall of Chaoge City, I am afraid I will be punched through.

  The last thing Qingshan disciple wants is to get close to the enemy. In that case, the flying sword is forced to defend and cannot kill the enemy freely, which is equivalent to being tied to his own hand.

  The man in black looked at Zhao Layue with the eyes of the dead.

  You don’t even have a sword, what else can you do?

   Zhao Layue raised her hands and faced the fist.

   there is a soft pop.

   There are countless swords in her hands.

   Those swords are extremely pure and absolutely sharp.

  The dilapidated walls and roof of Taoist Temple were shredded and collapsed toward the ground.

  

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