Chapter 247 Zichen Sword Lord

Faced with the dense flying stones around him, Yan Song understood something after hearing Mou Ya's reminder. He hurriedly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his whole body flashed, and the two fingers in his right hand pinched the sword formula. In an instant, an illusory purple gold sword came out and condensed between his fingers.

The three-foot air sword was like a real sword, making a mysterious sound. When it returned to the sky, dozens of sword shadows suddenly burst out of Yan Song's body. Those sword shadows were various and different. At first glance, they were all real real swords, but when they saw a light from the body of a young man in white, Only then did I know that it was just an image.

These sword shadows flew around under the dance of the purple gold sword in Yan Song's hand. Suddenly, the sword stone collided, and the sparks splashed like thunder. The huge flow of energy spread directly from within seven feet to seventy or eighty feet, like a surging tide, which seems to cleanse everything.

The dense gravel was instantly smashed by dozens of swords, falling like snow dust, and then blown around by the overflowing energy. Yan Song shook the purple sword in his hand and pointed to the purple sword master. Suddenly, the dozens of sword shadows that were about to disappear became clear again. In a moment, they flashed beside Yan Song and floated in the void together. The tip of the sword pointed directly to the purple sword master. These various long swords surround Yan Song like the stars and the moon.

For the Zichen sword master, although none of them can be named, in her opinion, each sword is no worse than the Zichen sword in her hand. Watching swords is like watching people, and you care about your spirit!

The Zichen sword master can see that every sword around the white teenager on the opposite side has a strong sword soul that is far stronger than the five elements of the heavenly cave. Perhaps their only shortcoming is that they do not have a sword body and does not have a sword body that carries and exerts the horrible energy.

"Go!" Jiansong shouted in a low voice, and the purple gold sword shook it, and dozens of sword shadows around him were like arrows from the string. They broke through the air and rushed to the purple sword master. Zichen sword master was still surprised by the shadow of the sword. At first glance, when he saw the latter flying towards him, he couldn't help but be shocked. At his feet, his body rushed to the sky like a purple swallow. When the purple sword pointed to the sky, he summoned out the purple sky.

A streamer passed by, the purple clothes around the purple sword master were washed by the holy light, becoming more majestic and elegant. The purple sword master in the sky sent the purple swallow back to the forest, rushed up to the sky with a sharp turn, turned into a purple light, turned back and flew down, and was not afraid of dozens of sword shadows rushing up below.

Table tennis - the shadow of the sword collides with the purple light, like a meteor that cuts through the sky at night, showing a dazzling brilliance, which makes people unable to open their eyes. At the next moment, the figure of the Zichen sword master suddenly disappeared from the still shining sword shadow and appeared directly on the ground, only five meters away from Yan Song.

Yan Song was shocked and felt bad. He was about to retreat, but he didn't expect that a purple light suddenly appeared in front of him. Then he felt a bang. He was stamped on his chest and flew backwards. Then he noticed that the Zichen sword master appeared strangely in the position he had just stood. After scolding, Yan Song had a good understanding of it from the bottom of his heart. He walked under his feet and flew straight into the sky with his painful body.

Sure enough, the figure of Zichen Sword Master appeared again in the place where his body flew backwards to move in the next second, and it was sent out with another palm. Yan Song had a lot of heart and dodged a disaster. He couldn't help but be a little afraid. At present, he began to take a virtual step and walk back and forth in the sky irregularly to prevent the horrible teleportation attack of the purple sword master.

"Ah!" Yan Song was thinking about how to deal with the sword master of Zichen. Suddenly, he was slapped behind his back. This palm came with the power of Mount Tai. He almost lost consciousness in pain. His whole body was hit by a thick purple Xuanqi and slanted his head to the blue stone ground. With a plop, he fell to the ground fiercely, and then rolled several times in a row and almost fell off the cliff.

Yan Song knelt on the ground and wanted to stand up, but he didn't have the ability. With another effort, he suddenly felt that his internal organs seemed to be broken. A large amount of blood oozed out of the blood vessels, surged up along the esophagus and trachea, choked out of his mouth and nose, and his face was red all over his body and the ground. Yan Song felt that his eyes were blurred, his eyes were red, and there were faint figures shaking. His brain was a little messy, as if he had looked at what he was doing, but subconsciously knew that his body had been seriously injured and must be healed.

Thinking like this, he had pinched out the Aoki fingerprints in his hands. Just as he was about to do his work, he suddenly felt that his chest was suddenly hot. In a trance, his whole body seemed to have entered the void of the sword shadow of the jade bodhi. He only had only feeling, that is, countless sword shadows around him were rotating around him, and everything else was full of floating clouds.

In the real world, everyone around saw that Yan Song was almost slapped to death by the palm of Zichen Sword Master, and they were directly shocked. They said that the five-eed sword master was not bragging after all, and the only female people were so powerful, not to mention the others. Thinking like this, he saw that the purple sword master did not stop. In the sky, he turned into a purple light again and disappeared in an instant. Then in an instant, he appeared in the first two feet of Yan Song and stabbed Yan Song with a lightning force.

At this time, Long Ruoxi, who fought with the Lord of the Golden Light Sword, and Mou Ya, who fought with the Lord of the Sword, rushed over together. As a result, they did not have the ability to stop the Lord Zichen Sword. On the contrary, they, who were already in a weak position, seized the opportunity and attacked them with one sword and one palm. Long Ruoxi's back was full of refined palms, and his whole body was lingering with golden light. He spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, and then fell to the ground. Although the refined palm and the moving mountain palm are famous for their infinite power, the two are slightly different. The moving mountain palm is precious and rich, while the refined palm is pure, so Yan Song moved the mountain palm, which is almost destroyed, and all six organs are broken. , but Long Ruoxi was only injured in the place where the palms and skin were connected.

She resisted the pain and also couldn't stand up. She wanted to climb to Yan Song, but the heavenly martial arts in her body suddenly healed herself because of the serious imbalance on Sunday, which made her unable to move.

Mou Ya accidentally cut off her right arm by the sword of Ruoshui sword master. The girl couldn't help shouting. The next moment, she realized that it was powerful. Her left hand quickly clicked several acupuncture points on her shoulder and finally stopped the attack of cold poison. However, her face was still covered with a layer of frost, and half of her body had lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Not to mention the pain, the broken arm was frozen, and not a drop of blood flowed out.

Bothe two women could not move. They could only watch the Zichen sword master stab Yan Song with a sword, but there was nothing they could do. Suddenly, at this moment, a purple light suddenly came from afar and rushed to Yan Song's side in a blink of an eye. People around him only heard the sound of a sword. In a blink of an eye, they saw the master of Zichen's sword, that is, the first talented girl in the imperial capital, was unexpectedly surprised by everyone. He held a long sword and blocked the sword of the teacher.

Due to her limited cultivation, she barely caught the sword. At the same time, taking advantage of the surprise of Zichen Sword Lord, she unexpectedly threw several sword lights from her sleeve and forced her master back two feet away. Zichen sword master reacted and couldn't help but be furious: "Rebellious disciple, how dare you attack the teacher? Get out of here quickly. I won't let you die!"

Tang Taiyue trembled with fear of this and shouted "Master", but she suddenly couldn't make up her mind. She didn't know whether to help or not. What she had just done was completely subconsciously reacted. At this moment, she was hit by her master. The girl in purple woke up a lot. She looked back at the people on the ground and saved her life, but she also made her sullen in those years. Compared with the two, it is even. Just think of it as a chance to meet each other. They don't owe each other. Why do you want to save him?

Thinking of this, Taiyue slowly stood up, nod to the master of Zichen Sword, said "yes" and moved aside.

Tang Taiyue looked at her master and stared at her. She knew that she was rebellious and was deeply ashamed. At that time, the master raised his sword and stabbed Yan Song. She dared not stop it any more. However, as the sword shadow got closer and closer to the figure, her heart throbbed again, as if she would attach it and offend her master. One. But this time, rationality suppressed her sensibility. She clenched her little fist and remained motionless. She looked at the sword and stabbed the young man in white in the chest.