Chapter 10 Ten Thousand Miles of Heroes 10
Luohou's unbridled laughter flew in the air, and both demons and Kunlun disciples were attracted by his laughter. Xue Hao in the crowd had just killed a demon. Hearing the sound, his face suddenly turned pale, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, clenched his teeth and did not say anything.
The heavy light man is in mid-air, and he only feels that his hands and feet are cold. Luo Hou's magic is vast, and his Taoism is earth-shaking. What ability can he save people from the other party? But let him watch his sister die tragically, and he can't do it anyway.
"Where did the master go with his uncle? Why aren't they here? If they are here, there must be a way to save people. Driving away the unrealistic fantasy in his mind, he thought about electricity and thought about various possible ways to save people, but there was no feasible solution. He only felt that his heart had been sinking into endless darkness.
He didn't want to see his senior sister die innocently, but he would never give in to Luo Hou. Chongguang has long been no longer the hot-blooded teenager, and his heart is as hard as an iron stone. If the senior sister is so unfortunate, Luohou, I will definitely let you and your disciples and grandchildren pay the most painful price. He said silently in his heart, but his face returned to his usual indifference and calmness. The Royal Dragon Sword was eager to try in his hand, but it was suppressed by him.
Two clean air, one south and one north, came across the void, sweeping away the colorful brilliance raging on the top of Kunlun Mountain. Luohou's face changed slightly, and his hand holding Jiang Caixuan was also loosened a little. He was angry: "Wei Wuya and Xi Ying, two losers, so quickly?"
It turned out that Luo Hou had planned for a long time before this attack. Three of the eight evil masters came this time. Luohou withdrew the Jiuyi tripod. First, Tianjun Xiying and Wei Wuya, the demon commander, sneaked into the mountain and asked Douchi Mountain and Chongxu respectively, and then attacked in a big way, trying to blow up and destroy Kunlun.
It has only been an hour since they attacked the mountain, and the whole bright roof has been razed to the ground. Kunlun disciples were killed and injured heavily. Fortunately, Kunlun's seven sons were still alive. With the help of the remaining vitality of the mountain guard, they gathered the other disciples one by one and hid in the Taiqing Palace to defend themselves. As for those disciples who haven't caught up, they can only ask for more blessings.
The two clean spirits appeared almost at the same time. After sweeping the demonic atmosphere in the field, they fell on both sides of the top of the light and turned into two broad-sleeved Taoist masters, which were Chongxu and Chishan. Both of them didn't look good. When they saw Luo Hou's figure, their anger flashed in their eyes.
Chongxu didn't say hello. He raised his hand with a purple gas and went straight to Luo Hou's place. Almost at the same time, an orange sword light flew behind Chishan, cutting through the sky like a meteor. The two flying swords circled around Luohou's place.
Luohou put Jiang Caixuan under his ribs with his left hand, and his right hand's big sleeves flew, transforming thousands of virtual shadows in the air, which could stop him in front of the flying swords of the two elders of Kunlun. Chishan's real body shook, hit thousands of glows, and ran to Luohou's facade like a wind and lightning.
He smiled: "The seniors are really easy to calculate, but it's too low to deal with these useless juniors by such a means, which will lose the prestige of your generation of demon emperors." Luohou's robe opened its sleeves, and a small tripod flew out of it. A wisp of clear air floated out of the mouth of the tripod, which unexpectedly collected the glow of the Red Mountain at an inadmissable moment.
Chishan's face changed and he looked at his brother. Chong Xu nodded slightly: "Taiji Yin and Yang Ding, the predecessor is really generous, so let's take a Taiyi Shenlei from the younger generation." The five-finger bullets of both hands only heard a thunderous sound in the sky, and countless small projectiles emerged, and then thousands of thunders were generated.
The thunder light permeated the whole world at the moment it was derived, engulfing Luohou who was still in the air. The deafening thunder resounded through the sky, and the human race and demons above and down Kunlun Mountain fled one after another, and the continuous mountains also responded to each other.
He looked solemn and didn't say a word. Luo Hou's arrogant laughter came from mid-air, and then the laughter suddenly fell silent, accompanied by a slight exclamation. The thunderlight dissipated, and Luo Hou appeared, and the originally elegant figure staggered and staggered to roll westward. On his back, a terrible wound appeared and was bleeding. However, Jiang Caixuan, who was originally held hostage by him, disappeared.
After the monk passed the Yuanying stage, especially the body of the mixed yuan, and his body has been refined. Like Luohou, the master who has cultivated to the stage of imagination is even more able to resist water and fire. Now there is a wound on Luohou's body, which is not a simple physical injury, but the physical manifestation of the injury suffered by the yuan god. This kind of injury is much more serious than ordinary physical injury.
Luohou landed awkwardly on a mound below the top of Guangming. At this time, Chishan and Chongxu's sword light both came above his head. He suddenly turned around, lifted his chest and clothes, roared up to the sky, and his voice wandered between heaven and earth, hitting the yuan gods of everyone present.
Everyone only felt a flower in front of them. In a trance, they seemed to see a huge ape shadow on Luo Hou's forehead. Although it was only a flash in the pan, they forced the flying swords of Chongxu and Chishan back in an instant. Immediately after his body soared and his hands touched his chest, the bleeding wound suddenly healed without leaving a trace.
Chongxu and Chishan looked at each other, and both of them read each other's surprise from each other's eyes. Luohou's face was full of anger, and his feet stepped forward, and he had already stepped out of the void. Just in front of his sight, a sword light passed like a meteor and fell on the Chaoyang Peak, and then appeared in human form, but Xiao Chongguang, who was holding his senior sister.
Jiang Caixuan's eyes are closed and her breath is like silk. Xiao Chongguang handed her over to Ling Xiaozhen, who had just come out of the siege. The latter took his daughter with a sad face and went to find a place to treat her. Luohou smiled in the air: "The invisible sword escape is really powerful, and even I. But you are not good at doing well. This time, I will give you a good hand. Next time, it will not be so easy.
Although he was plotted by Xiao Chongguang's invisible sword escape because of resisting the joint attack of Chongxu and Chishan, although Luohou was not defeated, he stabilized his position in a moment and dispelled the idea of Kunlun's two elders taking advantage of victory. The two old man knew that Luo Hou's cultivation was the best opportunity. Unfortunately, the two did not expect that the heavy light would have this blow. They only slowed down that moment and had missed the opportunity.
The heavy light flew up, and the sword light drew an arc in the air and cut straight to Luohou. As soon as he raised his hand, the pure hook sword soared into the air and turned into a wisp of purple gas, as if it swept away slowly and quickly. He became famous as a teenager and was famous for his strange and changeable spells. At his peak, he was far above the Wanshou Villa. However, in the past 200 years, he has lived a simple life and has almost never fought with others. No one knows that Chongxu Zhenren abandoned those complicated spells many years ago and specialized in the best sword skills in Taiqing's vein.
His pure hook sword has already broken through the transformation stage. It not only condenses the original soul, but also has a very different form than the ordinary flying sword. At this time, it was sacrificed by him and evolved Hongmeng purple gas in the void. Although it is not as cultivated by the demon saint, the pure hook sword is pure in texture, and Hongmeng purple gas is more contained. Infinite swordsmanship.
Purple gas circulated in the air, covering the void around Luohou for a moment. At this time, the heavy body and sword have been fiercely cut to the side of Luohou. Luo Hou retreated quickly, his hands danced like the wind, and unexpectedly took the heavy flying sword with a pair of flesh palms.
The pure hook sword suddenly took shape, and countless large and small sword arrays emerged in the void. This is the hundreds of millions of Xinghe sword and shadow skills that Xue Hao once used, but what kind of cultivation he used to make this set of swordsmanship, which is even more unparalleled. Countless sword shadows formed a ever-changing sword array, sweeping in with endless momentum.
The sound was endless. Luo Hou hit out with both hands and overlapped with the heavy flying sword between the electric flint. Seeing the endless sea of swords crushing, he was not in a hurry and bowed slightly, and endless light gushed out around his body, forming an invisible barrier around his body. Countless sword shadows came and hit the light screen one after another, and then dissipated into the invisible.
The barrier was extremely tough, and it was crushed by the shadow of the infinite sword and remained motionless. At this time, Luohou pushed his hands flat and had repelled the heavy-light dragon sword. He is like a majestic god. No one can easily resolve it.
Luohou's nine-turn to Yuan Xuangong is an ancient inheritance, which directly refers to the supreme secret of the Yuanshen, and the method of practicing the body of the furnace tripod is unparalleled in the world. And he was born with an arm ape, with the blood of ancient mythical beasts, and his strong body is almost the first in the world. He has practiced the magical physical cultivation formula of nine to return to Yuan Xuangong, so this fight has been carried out until now, and he has always dealt with it only with his body and has not sacrificed his own flying sword magic weapon.
The demons at the foot of the mountain looked at this thrilling fighting method with stunned. Like the Kunlun people who guarded the door in the Taiqing Palace, they could not intervene in the fight at this level. Seeing that Luohou easily dispelled the infinite sword array, he sacrificed the royal dragon sword with heavy light. The sword light was like a meteor. In an instant, he found the most suitable entry point and cut into the left shoulder of Luohou fiercely.
Only a crisp sound of "bang" was heard, like the sound of gold and iron fighting. The dragon sword mourned and flew back with a gray face. Chongguang only felt dizzy and tinnitus, and the yuan god suffered a violent impact. He was dazzled for a moment and could hardly control the flying sword in his hand. He was shocked, and then he knew that his foundation was too far from Luohou. Before that, Luohou was trapped by his master and his uncle. Fortunately, he had a sneak attack and was complacent for a moment, but he forgot that there were two realms away from each other.
Luo Hou shook back the heavy light casually, waved his robe sleeve, and flew out of the yin and yang Taiji tripod. The small tripod was long in the wind, and it soared to the size of a wine tank between a few breaths. The mouth of the tripod emitted thousands of light and sprinkled it in all directions.