Chapter 242 Fighting the Plain

Liaoyuan turned his head to Ruoshui Jianzhu and said, "Master, this boy is--ah!" His face suddenly changed, his hands subconsciously tightened, and his blue veins burst. He looked at Yan Song in surprise, but heard Yan Song say, "Fire cloud sword, I have realized it."

The latter said, and the fire cloud sword suddenly turned around, startling the firefield. He almost didn't catch it and let the fire cloud sword come out of his hand. This side was surprised and undecided, but he saw Yan Song's other hand pinching out the sword formula. Zhong Li and Qiushui's two swords once again turned into blue and gold swords, one left and one right rushed to the first. At the same time, nine purple dragons broke their sleeves and flew out from the front, straight to its major acupuncture points!

Lion's face was flin. He was dressed in Tianxuanyi. Naturally, he was not afraid of Yan Song's methods. In those years, Yan Song attacked him with the purple dragon beard. As a result, the purple dragon beard did not wear Tianxuanyi.

Although he doesn't know the power of the purple dragon beard, or it is not worth mentioning in front of him, he can see that Yan Song used it a year ago. At present, it is reconfirmed that the person in front of him is undoubtedly the one who killed the disciples of the Tianxue Sword School! He has a hot temper and doesn't care so much. Seeing that Yan Song is distracted by the sword, he took this opportunity to focus on the fire cloud sword and suddenly tighten his hands to kill the enemy with the sword! Unexpectedly, the sword only trembled, but it was still restrained by a force.

"Ah!" Lionyuan suddenly screamed, and a big hole was broken in his abdomen. People around him were so surprised that they dared not breathe. You should know that before Yan Song's sword invaded, Zhong Li and Qiushui were like hitting the iron wall. Everyone is not surprised.

Just now, Yan Song came out with two swords. Although his moves are different, he still seems to have hit the iron wall. It's not surprising that everyone is. But it's strange that the nine purple dragons must have turned into electric light. At first, they attacked the major acupuncture points on the body of the plain, but on the way, they suddenly made an extremely bright purple light, which pierced the latter's red dark clothes in the blink of an eye.

A mouthful of blood spit out, and Lionyuan lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the blood hole in his abdomen. He was furious, loosened the fire cloud sword with both hands, quickly connected the number on his abdomen, and sealed the meridians. Then he took the seal on his chest and shouted angrily, "This is what you asked for. Look at my samadhi!"

The real fire of samadhi is heard all over the world, and nothing is burned. Such immortal martial arts skills can't be learned by any disciple of the Tianxue Sword School. Those who can use this skill must have their cultivation at the Xuanzun level, and can only be passed on to the Tianxue Sword Master!

That is to say, Lionyuan has committed a taboo again. Now it is the change of master of the heavenly cave. According to reason, the previous sword master can participate, but he must not use the heavenly cave sword or use the skills learned by the sword master. I saw the two fingers of Liaoyuan's right-hand food a little in the printing hall between his eyebrows. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, which seemed to be thinking, but an extremely bright red light flashed at his mud pill palace. Since then, it was like a water wave, centered on that point and turned into a ripple of fire, accompanied by the sound of humming, a translucent red mysterious atmosphere around. Yan Song didn't have time to hide, as if he were in the waves.

Everyone saw that his always expressionless horrible face suddenly showed an unbearable pain, and the next moment, he lay on the ground.

Liaoyuan did not stop. He had been "musing" for a quarter of an hour before slowly "wake up". Then, he showed a ferocious smile and came to Yan Song lying on the ground coldly. At this time, Yan Song's clothes and hair are intact, and no one is surprised by this, because for people, the real fire of samadhi is not the body, but the heart, through which directly burns the heart and burns the brain dry.

Everyone can see that Yan Song is indeed dead. Even the recent praiyuan is relieved, because he can't feel any breath. At this time, some people who reacted began to nag: "It violates the rules of comparison. As the last sword owner, he used the fire cloud sword and samadhi real fire without authorization, what kind of style!" If one person said so, two or three people responded. After a moment, two or three people responded, and then thousands of people complained about the original.

Hearing these words in the ears of Ruoshui Sword Master not far away, he suddenly felt ashamed and scolded Lvyuan: "You have violated the rules of the Heaven Cave Sword School. In this comparison, you are no longer in the position of Sword Lord." Lion Yuan was furious when he heard the words and said to reason, "I'm not the sword master? Who do you choose? They can all die and escape. Except for me, who else deserves to be the sword master?

For a while, the people around were silent, but it was not their fear of the strength of the plain. The key is that the other party was right. So far, most of the people have died and injured, and most of them have not survived the attack of fire power.

And the only white-clad terrorist who survived with Lionfield has now been burned to death. Seeing that the people around him were silent, he clenched his fists and shouted to the sky, "Fire Cloud Sword Lord, who are you?" The sound shook the sky, and the people around him were really shocked by his voice and momentum, and it became quieter.

"And me." Suddenly, a familiar voice came out in front of him. He looked down at the body in front of him and his face changed slightly. He thought he had hallucinations, but then heard people around him surprised and ask, "Who is talking? Isn't it the horrible dead body? He... he is still alive?"

"Yes, the voice seems to come from there," another person pointed to Yan Song's body and whispered, "Everyone be quiet!" Obviously, they feel that the situation has changed.

Sure enough, the man's voice fell, and the hands of the corpse three meters in front of Lion suddenly moved. Lionyuan was stunned and couldn't help taking a step back, but saw the legs of the corpse move. His face changed and he was about to attack, but he suddenly found that the body on the ground suddenly stood up, and he was still a good person.

Lion's face changed greatly, and his face was fierce. He couldn't help asking, "Samadhi can withstand the real fire. Are you a ghost?"

"The real fire is strong, and he is only one of the Zhenzong skills of your Tianxue Sword School. Let me ask you, what about the comparison between the Tianxue Sword School and the four Xuansheng?" Yan Song's voice became grim little by little.

"Four mysterious saints?" Although most people outside the field were confused, there were still some people with some eyesight who had heard of these four words. When these four words, their bodies were obviously as if they had been struck by lightning, and their expressions were extremely shocked.

"Four mysterious saints?" When Lionyuan heard these words, his body couldn't help trembling. He was stunned and said, "What do you have with the four mysterious saints?" He had long suspected that Yan Song's skills were strange and strange, which was very different from normal people, but he never expected that this boy was related to the famous figures among the Xuanxiu strongmen in Xuanqi mainland!

"It doesn't matter. It's just that I got the magic formula of Turtle Breathing Gong from Dong Xuanweng. I just stopped my heartbeat, so you can't do anything about me." Yan Song calmly said the last word. His body suddenly changed, and the purple gold god light flashed in his abdomen. A three-foot wandering dragon came out with his arms and went straight to the opposite firefield. The plain did not say a word. His luck was mysterious, all added to his Tianxuan clothes, and then pinched his finger, and he wanted to control the fire cloud sword in the sky.

However, as soon as his right arm reached high into the sky, the three-foot dragon broke through the mysterious clothes and hid into his body, and then he could not move. His eyes were still spinning, as if he was trying to rush his pulse, but the blue veins on his forehead were thinking that everyone was wasting his strength.

Yan Song pinched the sword formula and led it with one arm. The fire cloud sword in the sky flew directly into his hand. Then he pointed the fire cloud sword to the fire cloud sword at the firefield. With a little under his feet, his body rose, an oblique split, the red light passed, and the blood color was cut off by the right arm of the firefield was cut off by the shoulder!

He was in great pain, but at this moment he couldn't even moan. His pupils were wide open, and there was no previous arrogance. Anyone who saw the spring-like scene of his right arm would be bloodless: if it goes on like this, he will die of blood in less than a cup of tea. Yan Song stood still, holding the fire cloud sword, slowly walked to the half-dead front of the original, and put the long sword to the wound on his right shoulder. The red-flamed hilt immediately scorched the bloody bone and flesh, and the blood flow slowly slowed down. After a burst of fried meat, the firefield was sweating, as if it had been picked up from the water. .