Chapter 68 Enjoy the mountain and moon

The sun and the moon compete for glory, the stars compete for extinction, and in the eternal illusion, the endless devouring of everything in the world. Qin Xuehan and three or four people are like floating on the vast sea in a small boat, sweeping away the vicissitudes of the world and covering the world.

The Jiuhua real person was trapped in the house again and swallowed the void, but this time he recovered his skills. Naturally, he was not willing to be at the mercy of the array of the six-knowledge Dingjia. He waved his palms and was excited. He hit the next wall and heard a bang. Half of the whole wall was destroyed. Jiuhua smiled, stepped on this room and raised his eyes. In the past, there were seven or eight people, with frightened eyes, looking at him.

"Ignorant, incompetent, useless mortal..." Jiuhua smiled softly, waved his palm, and the holy spirit of the Taoist door was sprinkled out. Sheng Guangfu shined on his body, and everyone came and went with a sigh, and they all fainted to the ground.

The Jiuhua Taoist stepped on a steady pace and came to the wall of this room. He didn't look at the servant who fell to the ground, just as if they were the colorless and tasteless air.

This Taoist is superb. Although his means are fierce, he disdain ordinary mortals. What's more, he is thoughtful. If he loses his skills again, he will leave this place and guess he still has to gather everyone. Therefore, he can't do it before the last step. He must leave a way for himself.

Then he hit a powerful palm again, broke down the wall in front of him, took advantage of the situation to attack, waved the sword of heaven, and killed Qin Xuehan.

The two fought fiercely, and Jiuhua had the upper hand, but Qin Xuehan was also a person with extraordinary skills. He tried his best to force Jiuhua Buddha Gate to kill the divine soldiers. The sword of the Buddha Gate came out of his sleeve. The Buddha's spirit rushed to the sky, and the golden light was shining in the house. Jiuhua took advantage of the opportunity to point out three sword lights and came to the attack. Qin Xuehan killed the past.

Qin Xuehan was stunned and intuitively felt that the three golden lights in front of him showed the most sacred cultivation of Buddhism, but at this time, the three golden lights had sealed all his retreat.

Qin Xuehan sighed, and his heart was horizontal, that the ink on the ink sword was even more, surging out, like swallowing wind and thunder. Its momentum was magnificent, but he saw the surging. He jumped high and shouted angrily, and cut off the ink sword in one fell swoop. He only heard the thunder and explosion, and the golden light burst. Jiuhua fencing light was exhausted at the same time as his cutting power.

The remaining two golden lights did not diminish, and the murderous opportunity was even more. Qin Xuehan had exhausted his skills and reached the end. When he raised his eyes, although he did not dare, he was also helpless. He only heard two sounds, and the two swords penetrated the body.

"Ah!" With a scream and an explosion, Qin Xuehan's body was suddenly rushed through by two Buddha swords. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and a black gas suddenly surged up his body and involved him in it.

"What?" Jiuhuafeng's eyebrows were long and slanted for a moment. She was surprised to see that the black gas on the other party's body was only a wisp, but it was rapid and swept over her. Qin Xuehan was entangled by this black gas, but his face showed more severe pain than being pierced by Jiuhua's golden light. He saw that he was wrapped in the black gas, and then burned like fire. , covering his limbs and facial features, Qin Xuehan's whole body shrank by three points, and the ink sword in his hand had been unstable and fell into the black gas.

I don't know what happened to this immortal swordsman. Even the sword that had never put down in the bloody battle fell into the world. Jiuhua was stunned and suddenly felt that the black gas burned like fire, but there was a world of majesty. The previous atmosphere changed, and suddenly, A handful of about three inches long, the dark front was pressing, and the murderous broken sword suddenly burst out of the black gas. Jiuhua Taoist people were stunned and shocked. He poked the shocking sword forward. The swordming touched the dagger for a moment, it was a tremor.

Jiuhua Taoist was shocked. At this time, he only saw the black gas disappear and a figure, but it was not Qin Xuehan. This person was dressed in a three-foot black cloak, and his whole body shrank in it. The faint face was also full of wrinkles and thousands of gullies. I don't know how old it was, but the first line of vision was ready to kill. .

Needless to say, no need to think about it, Jiuhua suddenly transported the divine soldiers to expose, put away their contempt, collected their arrogance, and then fought for life and death. The source of ink on the dagger in the old man's hand was endless. His two divine soldiers were stagnant, and the other party's ink sword was not slow, and his sword was swallowed, as if it was surging, and he was nine Although Hua's two swordsmen are divine soldiers, they seem to appear in the thick darkness, and the lonely boat is above the waves.

Jiuhua's heart was not straight. His cultivation was firmly restrained by the other party's dagger, and his skills could not be used. Since he stepped into southern Xinjiang, he had the heart to retreat in his first life. When he wanted to draw his sword away, he felt that the power of the other party's dagger was not sticky, but he could not get out.

"Who are you to play Jiuhua like this!" The Taoist priest was furious and suddenly went straight to the two divine soldiers, but the old man laughed dryly. Suddenly, he broke his sword in his hand and retreated.

I saw that he didn't see a step, but his figure was like a wind, retreating to the corner of the wall. Behind him, it was three or four servants hiding here. The old man snorted coldly and sent a palm wind. With a shout, these people didn't have time to think much, and they didn't have time to shout out. Suddenly, they felt that they were driving in the clouds and fog. Dizzy, he was floated out by the palm wind along the hole that came from Jiuhua's broken wall.

"Okay, Jiuhua, show your cultivation!" The old man smiled and his eyes closed, but his eyes seemed to be a little cloudy.

"It turned out to be a Mojunmo-faced guest..." Jiuhua was suddenly shocked and suddenly realized the identity of the old man in front of him. A drop of sweat fell on his face, but he still refused to give up and said, "Who came here, but it turned out to be a famous person in Kunlun Mountain, but Jiuhua is not afraid of you, so let's see my two swords of Buddhism and Taoism!"

When he shouted this, his sleeves suddenly shook, his footsteps rose, and his swords waved high. At this moment, the scenery in the square-inch cell suddenly changed. A round of river moon rose from nowhere, and thousands of waves gushed out of Jiuhua's feet. The cold moon was silent, and the river shone like silver, and the river sounded, reflecting a person's figure was independent and super Group.

The old man in black's momentum has not diminished, and there is only a faint encounter left. However, no matter how full the sword spirit and the momentum on Jiuhua's side is, he is still motionless. Although he is an old man, he is like a mountain that is difficult to shake. Although he is a three-foot short sword, he is not a sword in the world.

The two confronted for a moment, and the two huge forces were about to collide and communicate. At this moment, the full moon suddenly faded, and the blue water disappeared. Jiuhua shouted in surprise, and the space turned out to be like a calm water surface that met a rock, which was being broken in the continuous wave.

"Alas..." The ink-faced guest sighed, and a black smoke gushed out of his left hand. As soon as he closed his hand, he broke his sword. He had a hoarse voice, laughed, and waved his hand to Jiuhua, who was embarrassed and said, "If you don't want to fight swordsmanship anymore, go back to your original room..."

"What if Jiuhua doesn't retreat?" Jiuhua Taoist shouted coldly, showing his unwillingness.

"It doesn't matter, just fight again!" Mo's face made a sound, turned his face earlier, and suddenly turned his back, leaving an unshakable back.

Jiuhua was helpless. He carried two magic soldiers, walked backwards and slowly retreated back into the darkness.

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Deep, dark, cold wall, the sound of water ticking, dripping water is enough to penetrate stone, but it can't hit the endless stone prison, lifting, blank eyes looking at the top of the head, but can't see through the vast darkness.

The stammer in Qimiao's arms has reached a dying stage. He couldn't breathe. Occasionally, he opened his mouth to breathe, gushed out half a mouthful of blood foam, sighed, and gently wiped the blood stains from his mouth with his cuffs. At this time, he sat down cross-legged, accompanied by a beard, a dying and mysterious Taoist.

"Cough... Cough..." The tweigh spit out a few mouthfuls of blood foam, his neck tilted to the side of Qimiao, and his eyes were more round. He stared at the white-skinned and snowy younger generation in white. Suddenly, he sighed and whispered, "Hey... the boy over there... Don't you have anything to ask me..."

Qimiao, a cook, just sat cross-legged, with his eyebrows locked, his eyes closed, and biting his lips. He clenched one hand and his body trembled faintly, thinking that he was suffering great pain in his heart and ignited a fierce anger.

"Ky..." The hem called out a few more words desperately, and a blush gushed out on his face. He shouted loudly, but seemed to be full of breath. If it hadn't been for the wound under his body and a pool of blood gushed out because of shouting, others seemed to think that he was going to recover.

"Hm?" Qi Miao looked up at him, stretched out his sleeve, wiped the blood from his mouth, and then closed her eyes again. She looked like she didn't want to pay much attention to him, but said lightly, "You're going to die..."

"I...I know..." With a face, he dodged his outstretched cuffs and grabbed his wrist desperately. The old Taoist priest swallowed his saliva, looked at the seven wonderful words eagerly, and suddenly asked, "Ky, I think you are also a descendant of Xiaoyao Sect... I... I'm your predecessor... You don't want to ask anything..."

"What to ask..." Only then did Qi Miao look at him and saw that the half of the snail was broken and fell into a blood stain. He pulled himself with both hands and looked forward to it.

"Chall I practice the secret method?" The slinger's eyes widened.

Qiniao shook his head.

"The art of long life?" The eyes are shining.

Qiniao still shakes his head.

His mood at this time was like a mess. Inside, he thought that it was all Li Miaohua's plain voice and smile, Zhou Hanzhi's words and behavior. Among them, the good and bad things seemed to be mixed, entangled in his heart. However, this hatred must be revenged and had to be revenged. How can he get back Li Miaohua's revenge from Zhou Hanzhi? He was in pain Bitter thinking.

At this time, the stattering man felt a whirlwind. His eyes were distracted, and he had no strength on his body. He loosened his hands holding Qi Miao's wrist, banged, and his head fell heavily to the ground.

"I'm going to die..." Two lines of turbid tears flowed from his eyes, and he said to himself in despair, "My cultivation and ambition, this boy didn't even ask a word..."