Chapter 157 Immortal

Stepping on the sword is hanging in the air, the face is full of fierce color, and there are cold light around, flying all over the sky, leaping thousands of sorrows to move in the air, there are nearly a hundred cold rays that never leave, the limbs have a slight movement, the sword shadow all over the sky is a burst of **, if

Feng Xiangtian on the attic suddenly squinted and said, "If I remember correctly, there seems to be a set of sword formulas called 'Guiyuan Sword Tips' in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. The higher the cultivation, the more flying swords you control, and the more magic tricks you can control."

Ou Sihai, who was beside him, nodded and shook his head again and said, "Guiyuan Jianjue doesn't seem to be so fast and powerful. Otherwise, many disciples would have practiced long ago.

Feng Xiangtian's eyes flashed brightly and he murmured, "I'm afraid he has improved it. If so, then this cultivation talent is really extraordinary."

Ou Sihai frowned and didn't say anything more. He didn't believe what the leader said and improved the practice? Are you kidding? If you say that the person who is most familiar with a set of formulas is the founder of the formula, how can other people who practice this formula change it randomly? Unless he is not afraid of death, it's almost the same.

In fact, Feng Xiangtian and Ou Sihai are right, but the latter doesn't know that when Yue Qianchou modified this set of sword formulas, he did almost go crazy many times, but as soon as his body was damaged or about to collapse, the golden beads in his body played its miraculous effect and constantly repaired and maintained his body, which made Yue Qianchou, who is rich in the sky, changed this set of Guiyuan sword formula into his own unique sword formula, which should have little to do with his cultivation talent.

All the people who knew Yue Qianchou were stunned. They couldn't figure out how many secrets there were left in this guy. They always figured them out, and the gimmicks were very eye-catching.

Just when everyone was guessing what he was going to do. Yue Qianchou stretched out his two fingers and drew two circles in the void. Nearly a hundred flying swords were divided into two according to his gestures, forming two sword circles behind him, falling in the eyes of the people around him, as if two glowing wings had grown behind him.

The disciple who hid in the King Kong mask below panicked again. Although the few broken charms just now did not hurt him, they also blew up his blood and made him feel uncomfortable. He finally calmed down. It depends on what kind of moth the guy in the air is going to make, which is related to his life. Don't worry. The mask that protected him became golden again.

"Slill!" Yue Qianchou drank his fingers down, and the two sword circles behind him suddenly broke their heads, pulled out two long dragons left and right, and rushed to the golden egg below. Immediately, a series of tinkling and iron rings kept ringing.

With the sound, Yue Qianchou drove his fingers around again. The two stego dragons circled twice again, connecting the continuous impact of golden eggs in the way of running on a week, and the rapid and sharp sound of intertelling immediately sounded. This scene fell into everyone's eyes, as if the two wings of Yue Qianchou had grown to the golden egg below.

Suddenly, Yue Qianshou pointed to the heavy point below, and the two high-speed sword circles immediately became faster and turned into two lights and shadows. The sound of the impact was no longer rapid, but the continuous shrill sound. After listening for a while, the people around them felt a sense of boredom in their chest, a sense of panic, and immediately resisted one after another.

Yue Qianchou looked down with an endless look, grabbed a handful of Huiqi Dan and stuffed it in his mouth, damn it! I spend time with you today, but I don't believe that this turtle shell can protect you for the rest of your life.

Everyone also saw that he wanted to fight a protracted war, but the noise was really disturbing and uncomfortable. Everyone didn't know that the disciple in the light mask was thousands of times more uncomfortable than everyone else. The shrill voice was in his ear. He couldn't hide, so he could only sit cross-legged and fight for fate.

Elder Mo of the refinery pavilion in the attic was stunned and said, "Lao Guan, what is your apprentice doing?" Guan Weiwu turned around and gave him a white look. He said to himself, who should I ask?

After a while, Elder Mo suddenly shouted, "No, look at the disciples in the King Kong mask."

A sama of people in the attic looked at it. It was so far away that it was not very clear. They immediately stared at Yungong and were shocked when they saw it clearly. The disciple's face was pale, his body kept shaking, his eyes, mouth, nose, ears and other seven orifices had oozed blood. His appearance was depressing and miserable, and he was obviously injured.

"How could this happen?" Feng Xiangtian also shook his whole body. A group of elders looked at each other in consternate, and with everyone's cultivation and knowledge, no one could see how Yue Qianchou hurt the disciple.

In fact, Yue Qianchou himself didn't figure out what happened. Of course, he was the first to find the abnormality below. He began to see the man shivering in the tortoise shell and didn't pay much attention to it. When he found that it was not normal, he stared at it and saw that the opponent was

After being stunned, he suddenly woke up. I'm afraid it's not for other reasons, but the sound waves generated by the high-intensity noise he made hurt him. He is also a person who has lived for so many years in the era of science and technology in his previous life. Of course, he understands that the sound waves generated by noise can

Shit! It's crooked, so that's it. Yue Qian was overjoyed. The speed of the flying sword was raised to the limit, and the harsh sound made the people watching around him also be disturbed.

Yue Qianchou stared at the reaction of the disciple in the tortoise shell. Seeing that he really trembled even more, he knew that he was right. He stuffed a breath elixir into his mouth again. He said to himself, son of a bitch, I'll see how long you can resist.

Not long after, everyone suddenly found that the light from the King Kong mask suddenly became bright and dark, and even the disciples in the early stage of foundation construction saw something wrong. Yue Qianchou sneered repeatedly. He clearly saw that the man inside was not only bleeding now, but also oozing blood from the pores, but he was still there. He was afraid that his death was not far away.

Naturally, the people in the attic also saw it. Elder Mo sighed, "I'm afraid it's almost over!" Everyone had their own thoughts and were silent. Only Ou Sihai's face was dark and scary.

"Ah..." Suddenly, it was boiling around, and the light mask on the disciple of Xiuzhen Pavilion suddenly disappeared, and the whole body was finally exposed, and he fell down obliquely with blood all over his body.

"Wow!" Yue Qianchou shouted with joy on his face. After grinding for a long time, he finally succeeded. If he doesn't do it now, he still understands the truth that it will change! Nearly a hundred cold ravens grabbed food and flocked to the disciple.

Now everyone knows that the disciple is dead! Ou Sihai in the attic slapped heavily on the railing, his lips closed, his face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word. Feng Xiangtian glanced at him and didn't say anything. On the contrary, Guan Weiwu was a little like a thief. The apprentice did not show any happiness after defeating his opponent. Instead, he secretly looked at the people on both sides.

A burst of blood fog filled, and the flying sword completed its mission, turning into a cold light flashing back into a storage bag of sorrow. After the blood fog dissipated, except for a pool of blood stains on the ground, there were no bones left, and the sorrow fell to the ground. The long sword he stepped on under his feet fell into his hand. He walked to the pool of blood stains. A sword picked up a blood-stained bracelet, put it into the storage bag unceremon The disciple walked away.