Chapter 756, loose wind disease, one sword light cold fifty kills
Only the most conceited and crazy practitioners will soar with their swords in the sky of the fierce battlefield.
The emptying sword chopping does occupy a great advantage of initiative, but when it is in the air, it is also very easy to become the clear target of the enemy's army.
Zhu Peng sent the most elite monks under his command to firmly occupy the air power. At this moment, the large-scale counterattack of Huashan Jianzong has become. The scattered air monks not only harassed and suppressed the Qingcheng series, but also quickly transmitted all kinds of retreat information of Qingcheng Jianzong, and then sorted out the aggregate by the full-time monks to calculate the enemy. The most likely withdrawal route.
At this moment, Zhu Peng is closing his eyes and nourishing his energy. He knows that the defeat of Qingcheng has been achieved. If Yu Canghai still wants to fight for the last chance to turn the tide, he has to draw his sword out of his sheath and invite Zhu Peng to fight.
Normally, the peak monks between each other will not take action against the enemy's low-level monks.
This is the hidden rule of all major sects, in order to protect the continuation of every Taoist inheritance, and no one will easily touch it. This is an unspoken rule that has been circulating in the practice world for thousands of years.
It's just that since the latent rule is not a clear rule, there is a certain flexibility. For example, as long as a strong man does not chase low-level monks and kill more than a dozen or twenty people under the circumstances, no sect will specifically blame this matter.
After all, the so-called rules are used to bind the relatively weak, and the strong always have higher immunity.
The Songfeng sword rose to the sky and exploded. In an instant, it beat more than 30 blood practitioners in the sky into flying blood foam, and there were no less than 50 people who were slightly or seriously injured. The sword power was strong and horrible.
However, looking at the dazzling brilliance like a demon blood lotus in the sky, Zhu Peng suddenly opened his eyes, and he smiled instead.
A dark purple line of fire appeared to spread rapidly from its Dantian, and even Zhu Peng's blood-like pupils were covered with a faint layer of purple. Three points returned to the original realm. The yuan spirit was combined with qi and blood, and the qi and blood strengthened Zhenyuan. Zhenyuan fed back to the yuan god. Zhu Peng adjusted his state of magic, and then his hands were clenched, dark purple. The real light and fire slowly condensed out a bright purple-colored prickly sword.
Neither the Blood Soul nor Huashan Sword Sect will lack a high-quality sword, but Zhu Peng's sword meaning has been achieved. If the sword meaning contained in the sword weapon does not match itself, the stronger the sword meaning in the sword weapon, the greater the conflict will be.
Therefore, if there is no suitable sword, Zhu Peng would rather not use the sword, so that he can at least give full play to his strength.
Yu Canghai's sword is as strong as pine and fierce as fast wind. Under the radiation of sword power, nearly a hundred Huashan sword practitioners were instantly knocked down. With the strength of the sword, he stood in the void, made a salutation with one hand at Zhu Peng's position, and asked loudly:
"Nephew Zhu, will you stop this battle?"
Regardless of one-on-one victory or defeat, the Qingcheng led by Yu Canghai has no room to take advantage. No matter how strong Yu Canghai is, he can't be a person as an army, so he asked Zhu Peng if he would stop fighting this battle?
If he gave up directly and Zhu Peng withdrew his troops, he would also save a fierce fight, otherwise he would die in an instant under the sword fight. No one dared to say that in the same realm, he must be the one who is alive.
"War!"
Slowly, Zhu Peng destroyed his skills with all his strength, and the purple flame was surging. Although he stood on the ground, he looked up against the Taoist in the sky, but his momentum was not weak at all.
The overflowing purple flame even made his peers around him unconsciously cover his face and retreat. The momentum was so strong that he seemed to look directly at a deep purple sun. Not only his eyes and ** skin, but also his breathing felt heavy and difficult.
"Brother Jiu, be careful. The opponent is the first one in Qingcheng."
Zhu Peng nodded slowly. Because of the purple flame, others could not see the look on his face clearly.
The next moment, his figure flashed without a trace in an instant. When it reappeared, Zhu Peng had crossed the people fighting on the sky battlefield, but his hands were holding the bright purple lightsaber, maintaining the forward posture of killing with a sword. After a long time, it slowly dissipated.
Whether it is Huashan or Qingcheng, the masters around them are all horrified. They know that this paused figure is just a virtual shadow. In the case of Zhu Peng's purple flame cover, the comprehensive strength slowly rises, but the speed of escape is no longer something that can be captured by ordinary eyes.
At this time, more than 50 Qingcheng Jianxiu's bodies suddenly stiffened on the battlefield in the sky.
The next moment, a cracked sword mark suddenly appeared on their bodies, and the purple flame inside spewed out like plasma. Then, fifty purple flames exploded one after another. Zhu Peng actually maintained a high-speed sword cut at the moment of the impact, instantly killing 50 people and killing fifty times a second.
It directly shows that its slaughter ability is not weaker than that of Yu Canghai's bombardment.
Lin Pingzhi, who was covered with blood and blood, slowly wiped off the blood on the sword. He rushed too fiercely and was seriously injured and hit the ground troops, but fortunately, it would be difficult to say whether he would become the sacrifice of Yu Canghai's Songfeng sword.
At this moment, the blood in his eyes faded slightly, but he looked at Zhu Peng's escape sword and sincerely praised:
"I've heard that Brother Jiu's magic swordsmanship is excellent, and I didn't know the rumor until I saw it today!"
No matter how strong Zhu Peng is in normal times, he will not be as happy as he is. However, at this moment, Zhu Peng is single-on-one with Yu Canghai and indirectly helping him avenge the sea of blood.
Less than seven feet away from Yu Canghai, a purple shadow and fire suddenly appeared out of thin air. The sword practitioners fought for a long time, and several miles and a hundred miles were within their fighting range.
If the monk Buxu kills into the outer space of the universe, there will be many constraints in the atmosphere of the planet, and the range of fighting will be wider. However, Zhu Peng's most exquisite is close kendo. This kind of fighting skill relies on his amazing escape speed and strong physique, which can exert his comprehensive strength to an extremely terrible extent.
"Good to come."
In such a whisper, Yu Canghai straightened up the sword. He used the Songfeng ancient sword in his right hand. As soon as the sword formula was introduced, it brought a whirlpool of sword spirit like a whirlwind, but his left hand was carried behind him, and there was a very obscure black light between the slowly opening and closing of his palms.
Yu Canghai belongs to the vein of Qingcheng sword cultivation and is not good at thunder, but in Qingcheng's stunts, it is not just the swordsmanship thunder formula.
Zhu Peng burned a strange purple flame all over his body, and his hands folded the bright purple condensed light sword to stab him. The fifty Qingcheng disciples who had just been killed by him in an instant have exploded at this moment. Fifty purple flames were burning because of their lives and true vitality. At this time, they flew backwards at a strange speed and quickly integrated into Zhu Peng's purple. In the fire, it quickly condensed into the lightsaber.
At that moment, it seemed that it was not a sword between Zhu Peng's hands, but a perverse and death, but a horned ghost who cried and screamed.
In an instant, the despair and negative emotions of the fifty disciples before their death were poured into Yu Canghai's mind, blurring his sense of time and space, which was already a high-level application of Zhu Peng Ziyan.
It eliminates the vitality, affects the sense of time and space and even negative emotional impact, disturbs the human heart and damages the human foundation. The horror of Zixiao Yinyan is undoubtedly revealed in the interpretation of Zhu Peng's sword.
This is the top-level spiritual fire that can only be condensed by those who make nine turns when building the foundation. The power is so great that it becomes more and more appalling with the improvement of Zhu Peng's cultivation.
At the same time, in the clouds of the sky, there are several mirror-like treasures wandering like satellites. Zhu Peng is the owner of the Blood Soul Pavilion of the Earth Star, the ninth true disciple of Huashan Mountain, and the strongest among the indigenous people of the Earth Star. The attention has reached the level of "hot".
Even the whiteboard Taoist, the master of Qinghai, did not dare to kill Zhu Peng with these eyes. He also knew that Zhu Peng's position was too subtle. He rushed into it, and even Jindanjing had the worries of death.
At the same time, in the Kunlun Yuxu Palace, thousands of miles away, looking at the sword fighting in the huge jade mirror in front of her, Nangong Wan couldn't help standing up. Her water eyes narrowed slightly and said solemnly, "There is no room left. I'm afraid that there is only one move between victory and death! That bastard's cultivation is really rapid!"
As she spoke, she pounded her fists with hatred. The jade table beside her was smashed by her fist, but she was so angry that she also made the jade virtual master beside her frown slightly.
Today, thirty years later, Yuxu Shangren finally broke through his own bottleneck and was promoted to the empty state, but the progress of his cultivation was too slow after all. His two apprentices, Shangguan Minglu and Nangong Wan, were also promoted to the sky, and his own cultivation was even better than that of him as a master.
However, Yuxu Shangren holds a big killing weapon: "The chapter of the beginning of the Yuan". This sword of immortals and gods makes him pick the golden elixir at two levels, but it is not difficult for him to overwhelm the same level or even challenge the level. Therefore, Yuxu Shangren, who holds the chapter of the beginning of the Yuan, is still the suzerain of Kunlun, and Shangguan Minglu and Nangong Wan still want to respect the front of him. The old man who is even weak is his teacher.
Nangong Wan is okay to say that she has been taught by Yuxu's superiors since she was a child. Even if her cultivation and combat power has completely over Yuxu's superiors, she will also respect Yuxu as a teacher.
Master, like a master, like a father, this sentence is particularly appropriate to describe the relationship between her and Yuxu.
But the Shangguan Minglu who drinks tea quietly on one side is different. He is not a real Shangguan Minglu, but a military general of the extraterritorial Protoss. He has been here for nearly a hundred years. He has not only failed to make an inch of merit, but also moved the precious dark chess of "Kunlun Shangguan Minglu", so now he is under great pressure, and even I dare not die before I make great achievements.
Because it has been a hundred times since someone else died, even the reincarnation seems illusory. However, when he died, his soul was either scattered, or the soul was directly taken out of the territory. After the judgment of the gods, he would probably suffer tens of millions of years of fierce fire, and the taste would never be better than the soul.
So in recent decades, even if Shangguan Minglu deliberately controls it, it has become more and more gloomy. Years of fear and pressure have even forced his spirit to an extremely dangerous level.
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