Chapter 7 The long river of sword spirit, one death and one escape
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"Kid, don't be shameless. Go back to the Hundred Swordsmen with us and receive the punishment. Maybe the leader is in a good mood. He only wastes your cultivation and saves you a small life!" Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, stared at Huang Wuji with contemptuous eyes and said in a warning tone.
"Haha••••••!" Huang Wuji looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. The dark and ink-like pupils showed endless cold killing intention. The whole person was like a peerless sword, revealing the momentum of the emperor who was proud of the heroes in the world, like a storm in the whole welcome building.
"Good, there is no need for the Hundred Swords Gate to continue to exist!" Huang Wuji's words determined the future of Baijianmen, which made Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, and Xie Fei, the eighth elder of Baijianmen, feel cold at the same time. It seemed that Baijianmen really had no need to exist. In those words, I was the only one who ruled the court and judged life and death, just like the emperor who was above the nine heavens, with irresistible majesty.
"Bold, the life and death of my Baijianmen, it's not the turn of a little ghost to decide to go back with us obediently!" The seven elders of Baijianmen took a step and disappeared in an instant, appearing behind the emperor Wuji like a ghost, and a pair of green beast claws like ghost claws pressed to their shoulders.
"Well, if you want a sect named after a sword in Baijianmen, there is a fist and a master of poison, which really amazes me!" Huang Wuji did not move in the face of the tragic green ghost claws. His right knee was slightly bent, and his left leg was like a dragonfly. His whole body passed by the edge of the poisonous claws, and he could smell the slight stench from the poisonous claws.
"Ying Kui's hand can still smell the stench. It seems that you haven't practiced yet. What I didn't expect was that an elder of Baijianmen could actually practice this kind of unpopular magic kung fu. It seems that Baijianmen is not a famous school!" Huang Wuji's cold face showed a trace of exclamation or sarcastic smile, and the dignified second-level Yin Kui's hand was said to be unpopular.
"Ky, if you actually know the Yin Kui hand, you should also know the end of the Yin Kui hand!" Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, laughed proudly. If he wants to become a sunflower hand, he must have 100,000 virgins fifteen times a month, mix hundreds of highly poisonous things, and soak his hands once a month. Once a month, it can't be interrupted. It takes more than a hundred years to achieve it.
Look at Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, only emitted a slight stench. If it hadn't been that all the organs of Huang Wuji's body had been strengthened by the blue sky for thousands of years, his sense of smell would not have been extremely sensitive, and he would not smell the stench of a star. Ordinary people, let alone, according to this inference, Yin Kui's hand had been successful for about nine layers, as long as it persisted for ten years. It can be achieved.
Dacheng's anemone hand no longer simply uses poison gas to attack the opponent. Anemone is a woman's natural dirt. Even if the strong man at the level of martial arts has to make him three points in the face of such evil things, he has to be infected by the woman's sunflower, and it takes a lot of time to recover.
Of course, Wu Zun's avoidance is a little too exaggerated. The ordinary yin akui thing has no effect on Wu Zun at all. Only the magic road gathers hundreds of millions of women's things to extinguish the yin thunder, which is enough to directly blow up Wu Ying, a strong man of the Dharma Zun level, into flying ash, and will never be super alive.
The dark sunflower hand is different from killing the yin thunder that requires hundreds of millions of women's yin sunflowers at one time. As long as you persevere, you can use 100,000 women's yin sunflowers to invade your hands every month. After Dacheng, it also has the power to pierce the yin thunder one thousandth. In the face of the peak of the qi realm or the strong Yin Zun, you will not fall behind.
It looks like that as long as there is another ten years, Baijianmen will have another master equivalent to the strong man. In this way, for the other party to circle 10,000 mountains, it will break the situation of Baijianmen dominating the ten mountains, and then expand its own power. Having two Baijianmen guarded by Yin Zun is comparable to the large and medium-sized sects, and it is not a big problem to dominate hundreds of mountains.
"What you said is the poisonous gas of the sunflower's hand!" Huang Wuji was not worried at all about his smell of the poison of the sunflower, or did not pay attention to it at all. Facing the confident old face of Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, he smiled disdainfully.
"Oh!" Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, saw standing in front of him and talking as if nothing had happened. There was no sign of poisoning. Huang Wuji was shocked and his face changed greatly. He said in surprise, "How can it be that you don't have the cold poison in the middle. It's impossible!"
Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, has been rolling outside the square for hundreds of years. He has seen countless people with a pair of eyes. He has seen that Huang Wuji is only in the middle of the Orange Dan Realm. In the later period, his Green Dan Realm is almost three levels higher than him, and he believes that he is above it in terms of strength and experience.
However, there is nothing I can do about the boy in front of me at this time, and I feel powerless, as if it were a hedgehog full of sharp thorns, which makes people unable to start.
"It seems that you have a strange treasure on your body, which can resist my cold poison. If the cold poison doesn't work, I will use my strength to catch you back!" After saying that, Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, flashed a look of greed in his eyes, and he had already determined that Qibao was on Huang Wuji's body.
Xie Fei, the eighth elder of Baijianmen, also drew a look of greed on his face and passed away in a blink of an eye. Then the words of the seventh elder Zhao Qing said righteously, "Yes, Elder Zhao. There must be some treasure on this boy to resist your cold poison. Let's take it together and find the treasure and give it to the leader!"
As soon as Xie Fei, the eighth elder, said, a look of dissatisfaction flashed in the eyes of the seventh elder Zhao Qing. Knowing that the other party did not want to take it for himself, he took out the careless care of the sect to tell himself that he also had a share of the treasure.
"Ha ha, Elder Xie's place, as long as we work together to take this boy, the treasure will naturally be handed over to the sect!" Zhao Qing, the seventh elder, specially said that he was secretly telling Xie Fei that it was indispensable to get treasures, and that the head of the family was pure bullshit.
"Haha, Elder Zhao is deeply righteous, which makes me admire him!" Xie Fei, the eighth elder, also made a promise that as long as you give me a share, everything else is easy to say.
When Huang Wuji saw two shameless old guys pretending in front of him, he seemed to be able to eat himself. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, but he soon calmed down. In the face of two experienced Dan gas masters who have lived outside for many years, he should be extra careful.
Fangwai is different from the masters of Danqijing who have never seen the world in Middle-earth. They kill Danqijing step by step from the bottom all the way. That person does not have hundreds of lives. There is no lack of all kinds of fighting outside the world. If you are not careful, you will be in a different place.
Between the two people talking and laughing, Huang Wuji suddenly shouted, and his two fingers merged. A three-foot-long golden sword crossed the void and divided it into two. The sharp sword spirit was like a sharp arrow across the world, shooting directly at Xie Fei and Zhao Qing.
"No, get out of the way!" Zhao Qing, the seventh elder, and Xie Fei, the eighth elder, felt a forceful sword spirit coming at the same time. They looked forward and said with one voice.
"I want to hide, it's too late, the sword is long!" The three-foot-long giant sword differentiated again and turned into a handle of half a foot-long sword gas suspended in heaven and earth. Countless sword gas formed a magnificent river of sword gas. The sword gas is like a fish swimming in the river, like countless stars in the sky, forming a high tower spiral like a tornado, slowly flowing. The golden river is vast, and the layers of sword spirit are almost endless. It circled up like a sword dragon lying above the nine heavens, trapping Zhao Qing and Xie Fei firmly in the middle of the sword spirit river.
"What kind of magic power is this!" Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, and Xie Fei, the eighth elder, were secretly shocked. Such a spectacular and shocking scene was only seen when the elder Taishang advanced to the position of Yin Zun. A sword was cut out like a thousand swords. The vast sword light directly covered the whole station of Baijianmen like the sky and the sun. A peak in the back mountain was directly split in half. That scene Let neither of them forget it until now.
"Heavenly magical power, heavenly magical power, impossible, how can this boy be heavenly magical power!" In the view of the seventh elder Zhao Qing and the eighth elder Xie Fei, the only thing that can make such an incredible scene can make an orange master appear is the heavenly skill that can only be seen in the nine sects and eight gates. In their eyes, such a skill is no longer the scope of human power and should be called magical power.
Huang Wuji's two fingers moved, and countless swordsmanships crossed the world, and a kind of will flowed in the small world of Yingbin Building. Zhao Qing, the seventh elder of Baijianmen, and Xie Fei, the eighth elders, were firmly nailed in place by countless sharp swords. As long as there is a little movement, countless swordsmanship will directly twist them into powder. Broken.
"Eight Elders, what should I do!" At this time, Zhao Qing, who usually looked confident, panicked and asked Xie Fei, the eighth elder, who had always been looked down upon.
"The Seven Elders, don't worry, there is a way!" Xie Fei, the eighth elder, flashed fiercely in his eyes. Zhao Qing, the seventh elder, secretly said that he was not good and just wanted to do it. Xie Fei took the lead and grabbed Zhao Qing's collar and returned to the sword.
The sword gas was induced, and the long river was like a splash of boiling hot oil. Countless sword gas cut through the sky and pierced the body of Zhao Qing, the seventh elders of Baijianmen, and instantly twisted into pieces, without even a trace of clothes. The sword gas was loose, and a gap appeared in the long river. Xie Fei, the eighth elder, looked at the right time, jumped out of the sword long river, and escaped from the flying fish welcome building without looking back.
"Oh!" Huang Wuji was commanding the sword spirit river and could not be distracted. He escaped a fish that escaped from the net. He wanted to chase him, but the sword spirit made him not be distracted. He could only sigh. Unexpectedly, he escaped one person under the thunder's blow.
"Sword spirit long river" is worthy of being a heavenly seven-grade sword move. With the current cultivation, it can only be barely driven, and it can't be freely controlled at all. It can only rely on the sword spirit to protect all invading enemies, and can't attack independently. It's really a pity for Huang Wuji.
In the absence of controlling the "sword spirit river", countless sword spirits flew around like locusts. The painstaking efforts of the flying fish faction for many years were instantly destroyed. The nine pavilions built with hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones were directly twisted into debris under the ravages of countless sword spirits and flew around with the sword blade.
As for Xie Fei, the eight elders of Baijianmen who escaped, he didn't pay attention to it. After the battle just now, I'm afraid it will take a few days to bring rescuers back. Huang Wuji has made a decision. He will leave today, and Xie Fei will run away. It must be true that he will destroy the Hundred Swords Gate every day.
Looking at the destruction of the pavilion, but the main body of the Flying Fish Ying Hotel was not damaged at all. Huang Wuji took a deep look and secretly said that the city was really not simple. He must check it in detail when he comes back.
However, the nine elders who took in the Yingbin Building, the head of the Flying Fish School, who calculated the Emperor Wuji, looked at the dilapidated pavilion and had no tears as if his heart had been cut. The red blood flowed down from his eyes. The sadness couldn't help crying to relieve the hatred of destroying the pavilion.