051 The Death of Understanding

In a decadent period, he sat down under the pine tree and gradually calmed down.

"Does Mingyue want me to come out and report the news?" Thinking of this, he suddenly stood up and found that his back had been wet with cold sweat. Even the injury that had just touched his body and the blood foam spilled from the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, he turned back and looked at the dark place of the floating cloud cave and didn't understand why the bright moon did this, but at this moment, there was no time for him to think too much.

In mid-air, Tianbao's flying sword made it calm and powerful, and the three swords split off the demon behind the plush claws. Dunjia then won a big victory and rushed straight into Yan Ji, which won some time for Qingming Zhenren.

He waved the flag and made a hula move. The flying sword in the sky immediately flew back and said in a low voice, "Wanjian begins with one."

The disciples did not panic because one of the disciples fell down and shouted, "Order!" The formula in the hand has changed. In an instant, the flying sword in the sky turned into a thousand, and Baihuayi finally turned into a transparent giant sword more than 100 feet wide and more than 100 feet long.

As soon as the giant sword came out, an invisible pressure stance spread from it, and the trees around the casting platform could not withstand such pressure.

Tianbao real person forced Yan Ji back with a sword and came back. He stood in the air and did not intend to fight hard. Several of them are very clear about Yan Ji's strength.

The thousand-year-old fox demon can command the world's monsters. Her cultivation is not something that ordinary people can resist. Even if she dissolves the immortals, she has the strength to fight, not to mention herself, so she used ten thousand sword arrays to deal with her at the beginning.

If the head of Qingwei is not trapped by the four-phase array, these few real people can naturally use a more advanced array, Xuantian array, not to mention the thousand-year-old fox demon, even the ten-thousand-year-old black demon can appear.

Yan Ji was forced back by Tianbao's real man's tics and a sword, giving Qingming's real man a chance to breathe, which made her look at the real person with ordinary swordsmanship and be angry. If he hadn't reminded him, the flying sword would have been eroded by the cold things, and the Wanjian array would have been abandoned. At that time, how could the three real people with empty underworld cultivation, coupled with a group of disciples of the Jindan period, be her opponents?

She is talented and knows her strength, and also knows the reaction habits of the Tianyuan faction. If several real people can't solve problems in a short time, those old ghosts hidden in the mountains may come. At that time, it will not be such a simple thing to deal with.

While thinking about it, she quietly looked at the rusty bronze tripod in the middle of the casting platform, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, as if there were thousands of entanglements with the tripod. Withdraw her eyes, her hand gently clawed back. The dark field behind her was squeezed by force and instantly came closer to her like a piece of cotton wool, revealing the faint stars that the sky should have.

Then she stared at the huge and transparent flying sword and shouted in a clear voice, "Today, I will show you such ignorant and miscellaneous hair what Taoism is."

The end of the words.

She slowly closed her eyes and flicked with her bare hands. The sound of beasts came leisurely, like a wolf barking and a beaver. In the sound of the beast, suddenly the wind rose, and the darkness behind it turned into a round wheel in the sound of the beast. In the rotation, there was a black light overflowing and floated in the air as strange as a silk thread.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and her sapphire-like eyes had turned into a pair of civet eyes. The brown eyelids were spotted, and the light blue pupils slowly opened because of the light, just as the pupils became normal size.

"Oh!" A huge roar of the beast was a hundred times stronger than the thunder, and it rolled up a blockbuster. Where the beast roared, the sand flew and stones, and even the bluestone floor on the casting platform was lifted up.

The red flag in the hands of the Qingming people waved and shouted: "Royal!"

The disciples shouted, and their swords were pointed to their chests, and the Tianyuan Zhengfa broke out to the extreme. From the scene, it can be seen that the colors of Tianyuan School are generally divided into four colors: blue, blue, gold and Qing.

For a moment, the light on the casting platform won, and the huge sword floating in the air was urged by force. It straightened its body and stood above the crowd with a sound. Three lights splashed out from the tip of the sword and scattered around like a flower of the heavenly girl. The flying sand and stones raised by the roar of the beast were bounced away as soon as they met those light spots.

For a while, the light spots on the sword platform were cast, and the sand and stones were in a mess.

In the chaos, I saw a little black light up. After flying sand and stones, it was gently carried by two slender green onions and slowly pointed to Liang Yichen on the array.

The action is light and soft, but no one dares to underestimate this gentle finger.

The point, the wind is quiet, things stop, and even the sky seems to be covered by a curtain.

Qingming Zhenren looked in his eyes, and his face was solemn. He said to Liang Yichen in a low voice, "Be careful, Yichen."

Maybe he is young and crazy, or he may be full of confidence in himself. Liang Yichen's eyes were accompanied by a trace of fanaticism and shouted softly, "Wan swords are used for me."

After the spell, the huge sword vibrated violently. Liang Yichen flew to meet the black light. He had a flying sword in his hand that was exactly the same shape as the giant sword above the ten thousand sword array, but it was reduced to the appearance of an ordinary sword, which must be the sword spirit recited in his spell.

A murderous atmosphere rose up.

Although so many things have passed, it's only time for Liang Yichen to fly out from that point.

"Kill..."

The disciples in the Wanjian array shouted loudly.

Then, the black light collided with the sword in Liang Yichen's hand.

There are gusts of wind, but it is night wind.

There are light films, but moonlight.

"Be careful, Qinghui!" But at this time, Qingwu's hoarse voice came.

The black light that collided with Liang Yichen bloomed a beautiful black flower in a hoarse voice, and then turned into smoke and dust.

What the hell is going on?

In the northeast of Wanjian Array, there was another clear and real exclamation: "Brother."

When he lowered his head and looked sideways, everyone was stunned.

Qingwu's chest was pierced by a black palm, and the blood stained the night red. In front of him was Yan Ji, who had just been in front of Liang Yichen, but behind him was a shocked Qinghui real person.

The black palm is less than an inch away from her. In the bright moonlight, you can even see the blood stained on it. Drop by drop of blood fell on the sword casting platform, staining a piece of dust.

Qingwu Zhenren turned around and smiled at the crowd. His fat face was still as kind as he had been in the past. He pushed Qinghui Zhenren away and whispered, "Go quickly." After saying that, a mouthful of blood spewed out, but was blocked by the black light of Yan Ji's body.

He looked sideways at the rusty bronze tripod that had been placed on the sword casting platform for many years. He was a little reluctant and missed it, but he finally looked back.

Then he suddenly hugged Yan Ji. Yan Ji's expression changed greatly, and the black light on her body kept surging but she couldn't struggle. Qingwu Zhenren whispered, "Although I owe you, I have paid you back today. Your child is still alive. You have seen my apprentice Li Chengcheng, but he has turned into a human for 200 years. Today, he didn't come and locked him in a cliff. I also helped him pay him back what my master owes to you." With that, he couldn't help spitting a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Today, let's give up everything! You can go with me! Don't hate it anymore." Before the words fell, a purple flame ignited on his body, but the flame was only cold and indifferent, which could be produced by the immortals who burned his own purple house.

The purple flame enveloped Yan Ji with ruthless power.

Qinghui real person fell down with tears on his face. Tianbao real person sighed that he was towering into the sky. Qingming real person's face looked at the flame like frost, and his eyes were already full of tears. In the Tianyuan faction, he usually walked recently with Qingwu Zhenren. He knew that he was the saddest when Qingwu Zhenren betrayed the Tianyuan faction, but he could only hide this pain in his heart in charge of the criminal law of the Tianyuan faction, and now he can't help crying.

Who has seen the Qingming real person cry, and who has seen the Qingming real person who usually has no feelings, can't help bowing their heads.

Liang Yichen held the sword in his hand and looked at the cold flame still burning on the ground. His shoulders trembled uncontrollably. He also wanted to cry, but Qingwu Zhenren once told him that men were bleeding without tears, and he could not shed them. Since Qingfeng Zhenren left, the whole Bai Zhufeng was in a mess. At that time, he was only five years old and helpless, but Qingwu Zhenren's father and teacher raised him and practiced the cultivation as he is now.

He looked at Yan Ji, who stood still in the firelight, understood the smile of the real person, and listened to the day and night he spent with him in Yuxuan.

A nameless anger surged into my heart. He let go of the sword in his hand and replaced it with the "nameless" he usually used. This sword used to be the sword of Qingwu.

"Go to hell!" Liang Yichen's eyes turned red, and he went down with one sword. A heavenly formula broke out like a storm and instantly cut Yan Ji in the firelight, one sword, two swords, three swords, four swords...

I don't know how many swords were cut in one breath. A pair of resentful eyes lit up in the purple firelight, and then a sigh came out.