The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 93: Girl in thick cloth
(I want to change the name Guodong to winter, because I think this name is more beautiful and more in line with her...)
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The black-clothed man has a slightly different expression.
He did not expect that Zhao Layue would actually have cultivated the Houtian sword body!
At this moment, he understood Zhao Layue's thoughts.
went into the Taoist Temple and found that there was a problem, she immediately summoned the Firth sword and used that strange sword to protect herself. This was a sign of weakness.
When her Jian Yuan was unable to support her, she took the initiative to cut off the connection with Fu Si Jian, letting her escape to warn her, or show weakness.
At the most critical moment, she used her hands to show her true power of the sword.
Even if she can't accidentally hurt herself, she can still buy more time.
As long as she can hold on for a while, she may wait for help from the same door.
"As expected, Zhao Layue is born to be good at fighting, but unfortunately there is not enough time, you still have to die."
The black-clothed man's gaze passed through the dripping fists and fell on her face, becoming more and more cold.
He thought he had paid enough attention to this matter, but he did not expect to underestimate the other party.
Now it seems that he can no longer make any reservations, even if he may leave clues afterwards, causing a lot of trouble.
Countless rays of light spilled from the fingers of his fist.
The light is white and soft, which is the purest precious light.
Who knows what kind of magic weapon he holds in his hand?
嗤!
There were dozens of holes in Zhao Layue's clothes, and a hole in his left eyebrow, overflowing with blood.
She has spent many years on Yunxing Peak with the essence of swordsmanship, and her body and Taoist heart are far more tenacious than monastic geniuses of the same age.
This time she was facing a frontal bombardment of magic weapons.
Her will is still firm, and the strength of her body is limited after all.
There was a sword intent in the distant sky.
A fierce and domineering breath approached the valley at an unimaginable speed.
It is very likely that he is a strong practitioner who breaks through the sea.
The man in black knows who is coming, but he is not worried. Three days ago, he and his accomplices conducted many deductions on today's battle situation, confirming that even if Zhao Layue's sword book still has spare time to support the interest, it will not change the final result.
The distance between the West Mountain Residence and Mingcui Valley is not too far, and it is impossible to arrive in an instant.
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Outside the Taoist Temple, a piano sound suddenly sounded.
The piano sound is not very loud, but it is very clear.
The Taoist Temple is collapsing, the bricks fall on the ground, making a loud noise, but it cannot cover the sound of the piano.
A somewhat subtle aura appeared.
The man in black was shocked, because he felt it very clearly, that aura was outside the Taoist temple.
Why would anyone come close? Mingcui Valley is very remote, and there are no tourists. How could a monk suddenly appear?
Unless someone knows in advance that he will set up a game here, the question is who will know?
Within a short period of time, the man in black calculated the result and made a decision.
If he wants to kill Zhao Layue and the monk outside the Taoist temple at the same time, it will take a while, and the strong from the Qingshan School will rush to the scene.
As a strong cultivator, he never lacks the decisive wisdom and courage. Faced with such a great opportunity, he still does not hesitate to give up.
With the falling masonry, mud and sand, his figure gradually disappeared. He just glanced at Zhao Layue who was covered in blood before disappearing.
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The sound of the piano disappeared, and a young girl appeared outside the ruins of Taoist temple.
The man in black has disappeared without a trace. She looked at the verdant and ordinary face of the mountain, without any emotion on her ordinary face.
She didn't expect the other party's escape method to be so powerful, and she was not exactly her after all, so she didn't choose to pursue it, but stayed.
In the deep spring season, the girl still wore a thick cloth jacket, which seemed a little strange.
She waved her sleeves, and the masonry in the ruins rolled apart, exposing the ground.
Zhao Layue sat in the corner, with tattered clothes, mottled blood, and unkempt appearance, looking very embarrassed.
Her expression was very calm, she looked at the girl in commoner clothes without speaking.
Today she went to the other party’s appointment to get caught in this round and almost killed.
This girl in a thick cloth is Guodong, the descendant of Shuiyue'an.
Guodong walked across the masonry floor and stood in front of Zhao Layue. She helped her stop the bleeding and said: "You are stupid than I thought."
Zhao Layue said: "Because I want to come, it is a matter of course that we meet, so I didn't think too much."
Guodong said: "Why?"
Zhao Layue said: "You are the disciple of Lian Sanyue, I am the disciple of Jingyang Zhenren, so naturally I want to meet."
Guodong felt the remnants of sword intent in the ruins, and said after a moment of silence: "Yes, he actually left this sword technique to you, which shows that he does treat you as a real disciple, so I should really see you You."
Zhao Layue put her messy hair behind her ears with her hands, and missed Jing Jiu's yin wooden comb a little.
She didn't want her current appearance to fall into the eyes of the other party.
because the other party is Lian San Yue’s disciple.
After a few dozen breaths, a violent wind blew up, the stream in Mingcui Valley was in chaos, and a sword light fell on the ground like lightning.
Qingrong Peak Master Nan has forgotten.
She looked at Zhao Layue's appearance, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "Who?"
Zhao Layue said: "I have left before the fifteen breath."
"Want to escape?"
Nan Wang turned around and looked at the valley, with murderous expression on his face.
Her clothes rose with the wind, and countless Dao Senran sword intent occupied the entire Mingcui Valley space.
An incomparably powerful sword consciousness spread to all directions, instantly enveloping the surrounding mountains and plains in a radius of more than ten miles.
But she couldn't find any monk's breath.
Guodong said: "It should be the escape from heaven and earth~IndoMTL.com~ Nan Wang glanced at her and didn't speak.
She doesn't like even March, and naturally she won't like Guodong, but she must also admit that the disciples of Shuiyue'an are indeed extraordinary.
Sword light kept flying to Mingcui Valley and fell on the bank of the stream. Dozens of Qingshan Sect disciples came from Chaoge City to control their swords one after another.
Nan Wang said with no expression on his face: "The sword formation is looking for the enemy."
swish swish swish, Qingshan disciples flew everywhere, formed a huge sword formation, and began to search the mountains and plains in a radius of more than a hundred miles.
Dozens of sword lights appeared in the sky, even close to the walls of Chaoge City, which naturally caused a lot of shock.
It didn't take long for the Qingshan disciples to return one after another. Yao Songshan looked at Nan Wang and shook his head.
Nan forgot that the other party could escape before the green mountain sword formation, extremely angry and a little wary.
Is it really those old guys from Zhongzhou School?
"Are you all right?"
Nan Wang looked at Zhao Layue expressionlessly and said, clearly a concerned words, but his tone was extremely blunt, without any warmth.
Zhao Layue’s answer was even more blunt than Nan Wang’s.
"You can't die."
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