Chapter 20 en gong
"Since he ran away, the uncle won't accompany him!" Seeing the wonderful artistic conception of Mingyang's real person's virtual reality, Jiang Chen didn't know that the next step must be an unpredictable and unpreventable blow? He flashed quickly and did not hesitate to retreat to an empty house on the right, putting on a posture of abandoning.
Instead of passive prevention and suspicion, it is better to actively induce the other party to kill.
The sword light shines and cuts out from the sea of clouds.
I can't see the real person in Mingyang. I only catch a glimpse of a stunning arc, with clouds and waves, like lightning.
The sea of clouds is like standing still at this moment, but the arc is ejected at an unimaginable high speed. The dynamic contrast makes him a strange sense of contradiction, and he is divided into two halves in a trance: half of the spirit reacts very quickly, and he can keenly feel the huge pressure brought by the continuous proximity of the arc; while half is extremely slow and slow. It is almost impossible to move his limbs and dodge.
Anyone under the ruins will be cut in two by this arc and drink hatred on the spot.
However, my monostring line is not limited by the body, so I am not panicked. Even so, in the face of this incompetually fast arc, Jiang Chen could only lean out the string line and block it with his scalp.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, they were silent, and the point of engagement was like an endless abyss, devouring all the voices.
Jiang Chen roared bitterly and hit his back against a wall of a house, stirring up bricks and lime to fly around.
"Boom!" Jiang Chen retreated inexhaustible and broke several walls one after another, and the houses collapsed in front of him, and the dust spread.
With the rhythm of the magic fetus, Jiang Chen moved the sharpness that rushed into his body to the house wall. Although it added new injuries, it was not serious.
Before Jiang Chen gasped, the dust and smoke in his vision turned into dark clouds, and the amazing arc broke through the clouds and cut it down again.
The string line instantly forms an image of lightning and thunder, intertwined with the arc. At the same time, the fetus wakes up and circulates at full speed to cure the injury.
Jiang Chen's mind turned around, and the real person of Mingyang obviously forced him to fight hard and forcibly suppressed Jiang Chen with the magic power of returning to the ruins, but he could not maintain such an urgent attack for a long time, and there must be a moment of exhaustion. What's more, he will retain some magic power to prevent Jiang Chen from dying.
What Jiang Chen has to do is to support desperately until that moment comes.
"Bum!" The wall collapsed, and he was blown away by the arc and fell directly into another street. Along the way, there were ruins, and rubble and gravel were everywhere.
Don't give him the opportunity to delay at all, the arc light flashes again, one cut after another, each cut is different, the angle changes, coupled with the speed is too fast, the rhythm is difficult to grasp. In a flash, hundreds of consecutive strikes hit me like fallen leaves in the wind, spraying blood on the long street.
Even if the effect of the humanoid reverse life pill is against the sky, he can't stand it. The circulating fetal ether can't keep up with the rapidly worsening injury at all. His whole body has long been skinned, and his bones have been penetrated and stirred by the knife gas, which is as painful as being bitten by tens of millions of insects and ants. The worst thing is that the inner body is broken, and the blood spewed from the throat faintly reveals the blue and yellow of the internal organs.
A trace of uncontrollable fear gave birth to his heart. If it goes on like this, Jiang Chen will be killed by him first without waiting for the decline of Mingyang's real sword.
Between the thought, hundreds of arcs were cut one after another, and there were remnants in the air, which were split by lightning-like arcs. Each arc was as fast as the continuation of the previous one. It seemed that the amazing arc that broke the white clouds at first never disappeared.
Jiang Chenfei fell out and vomited a dry blood clot. Glancing at the corners of his eyes, his heart suddenly sank, and the blood was actually mixed with pieces of internal organs.
Escape.
It really didn't work. Jiang Chen's internal injury was so serious that he twitched all over and couldn't stand it. In the current state, even if it is combined with the dragon butterfly and uses all the cards such as the magic gun and the life-and-death spiral tire awakening, it is difficult to turn over.
There will be another chance next time, Jiang Chen said to himself. The idea of escaping spread like a little spark splashing into the dry grass wild bear.
However, another wisely bystander, I am clearly aware that there is no better opportunity than life and death hanging on the front line to stimulate potential and impact the limit.
As long as you hold on for a while, you can hold on for a while.
Because Mingyang real people are also at a loss.
Because this can force the stronger attack of returning to the Ruins.
Because, another Jiang Chen said, because this is a scenery you don't want to miss.
The fear of escaping finally disappeared.
The arc is like a sea of rage. One wave is higher than another, and Jiang Chen has fallen into a hard struggle, but a calm and clear state of mind.
Jiang Chen understood that mana is not the only truth in the battle of Forbidden Mountain. This is what Yuntian taught him, and he paid the painful price of imprisoning.
Although the suppression of Mingyang Zhenren's mana and Taoism made Jiang Chen suffocate everywhere, it forced him to constantly seek his own changes and rack his brains to take advantage of all situations to meet the enemy.
Every time he gets a sword, he will get one less sword in the future. For every minute he was injured, he had a deeper understanding of the realm of returning to the ruins.
The arc light flashed, bright and bright, and the vague blood bloomed in the dark night, but a difficult smile appeared at the corners of Jiang Chen's mouth.
This is really, really a wonderful scenery.
Jiang Chen rolled and fell out, and a wisp of curved blood slowly oozed out of his forehead. Just a little short, he was cut in half by this sword.
The sad arc opened his vision again, faster than any previous time, and the sword did not destroy people's hair, making him like falling into the ice.
His tight nerves relaxed from this. Although this chopping power is strong, it is the end of the strong crossbow. The overflow of sword spirit shows that Mingyang real people can no longer control it freely.
What's more fortunate is that this overflowing sword spirit leaked the rhythm of the arc in advance. Just like a smart chef, Jiang Chen can guess the recipe from the fragrance of the drifting dishes and let the sword spirit invade the body. At the cost of intensifying the internal injury, he finally vaguely sensed the rhythm of this cut.
The arc light instantly meets the string line.
Like the wind and sails, Jiang Chen floated back along the momentum of the arc and the rhythm of the two sides united. He fully experienced the ethereal mystery of the arc, which is no longer as unpredictable as before, but traceable.
It turned out to be a straight line!
is a straightforward, neat and straight line!
The reason why he witnessed the arc was that this wonderful cut slightly distorted the space, and the shape of the sword body like Xi and the curved moon gave him an illusion.
After this was cut out, the arc trembled unsightly, and the clear halo splashed out, and the arc faintly appeared in the shape of Xi and sword.
Jiang Chen was ecstatic, and Mingyang's real popular offensive has slowed down. Next, a sword must be weaker than a sword, and his life can temporarily survive.
But how can he continue to be passively beaten? Without waiting for the arc to change again, the well-prepared counterattack was finally launched.
Stepping there, all the gravel and broken bricks along the street flew up, and the sucklings rushed to the arc like a nest. As early as when he was hit by the arc for the first time, he secretly put his hands behind him, divided countless strings and buried them in the ruins. At the critical moment of the transformation of the situation, he suddenly launched.
The arc light trembled slightly and tilted backwards, as if to draw a sword to resolve it, but how could he let him run away if he had paid such a heavy injury before? He gritted his teeth and rushed forward. He took the initiative to meet the arc light and sent his chest.
The cold sword blade pierced the right chest and instantly crushed the nearby flesh and blood, while the crystal-like fetal skeleton twisted up, deadlocking around the sword body and never allowed it to withdraw.
The sound of the blade cutting the bone is clear and terrible.
"Don't be idle either!" Jiang Chen roared and spewed blood, half of which was shot out.
"Bum!" The fist hit the physical object firmly, and the figure of Mingyang holding the sword slowly appeared. Then, Xi and the sword slipped out of his chest, and Mingyang flew back like a star in the air. As he retreated, he waved a knife to block the gravel on all sides.
Jiang Chen covered his chest and staggered back, almost without the strength to stand firm, and his eyes followed his figure closely.
Mingyang real person seems to have a sword in the east and a sword in the west in passive defense. In fact, every sword is waved and beaten, and the surrounding environment has changed wonderfully.
The heavy mountain gorges rise, surrounded by clouds and fog: rivers are surging and circling, splashing snow waves: the sky is as clear as a mirror, and the cave shines on all changes.
Spiritual Array! Jiang Chen took a breath of cold air, and Mingyang Zhenren was punched by him. Unexpectedly, he did not have any luck and treatment. Instead, he spared his strength to arrange the Taoist array, which was obviously to trap him and cut off all his escape roads.
The last pile of gravel was destroyed by the sword powder, and the backward figure of Mingyang stopped in mid-air.
"Brother Jiang is really envious. He actually entered the law from the rhythm of everything. No wonder he successfully resolved my inevitable killings several times." Mingyang Zhenren spoke slowly and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
"It's amazing. I really can't afford to leave." He coughed gently, "I want to thank Brother Jiang. It's a pity that I benefited from such a mysterious rhythm control, but you don't have time to take this magic to another level.
"I know that Brother Jiang is already a remnant candle in the wind, and it will die. But in order to show my respect for Brother Jiang, I will send you on the road with this ultimate sword.
He said calmly and waved his sword.
This sword is extremely slow.
It's as slow as Mingyang Zhenren not waving his sword at all.
Even if his string clearly sensed that Xihe sword was moving in the air, it was difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye. It seemed that the sword was still in its original position.
However, the mountains have changed, the rivers have changed, and the sky has changed. He couldn't tell how they were different from before, but with his extraordinary divine consciousness, he smelled a trace of unusual silence from the Lingyin array.
That's the wait before the tiger eats.
That was the depression before the storm.
Is that a strange pause?
"Escape, run away!" Wangshu roared in his consciousness, "He understood the universe! He actually understood a little of the mystery of the universe!" The voice did not subsided, and the degree of Xihe Sword suddenly changed from slow to fast.
so fast! It seems that the previous slowness is just to store the "fast" and then release it all in an instant.
A sword passed by, the sky and the earth were killed, and the air roared with despair.
The mountains collapsed with the knife, the rivers cracked with the sword, and the sky trembled with the sword, as if the doomsday came, and the world fell into endless collapse.
The Lingyin faction powdered itself, and all the collapses turned into a murderous opportunity. It was as bright as the day, dazzling, bright as cold as the ice abyss, and the sky suddenly trembled.
Then the whole sky turned into a sword and split down with all the killing!
Sword of Heaven!
This sword is more fierce and fierce than Jiang Chen's punch, revealing the true meaning of "bad" vividly.
It turned out that it was not that Mingyang didn't understand the killing power of heaven and earth, but that he didn't want to use it.
This is a sense of contradiction only for masters of returning to Ruins. They can not only maximize the fortune of heaven and earth and exert the strongest power of the unity of heaven and man, but they are unwilling to rely too much on the fortune of heaven and earth. Because the more you use it, the closer it is to the connection with heaven and earth, and the easier it is to get rid of it, which makes it more difficult to break through and return to the ruins.
As a result, Jiang Chen suddenly understood a little rebellious. He incarnates everything, undoubtedly combining with the fortune of heaven and earth more closely than anyone else, and getting closer and closer day by day, but this closeness will always reach the limit one day. When he and heaven and earth are so close that there is no gap, and people are the point of heaven and earth, they must be extremely reversed. Yin and yang reverse, and the too tightly combined gravity turns into repulsion at that moment, and take the initiative to get rid of heaven and earth and break through the ruins in the most natural way.
Jiang Chen suddenly became cold all over his body, and he also incarnated vegetation. He has been a human being, pretending to be a demon, and transforming artifacts. He has all over the cloud world has insight. So what else is missing next?
Only Huangquan Road is left!
There is no better research object than magic!
Jiang Chen's mind suddenly moved, and the void cracked a mysterious intersection, and a figure sitting cross-legged. He seemed to be aware of it, and his eyes seemed to pass through countless distant spaces and looked at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen shouted in his heart that he was his next and last target!
Help him get out of trouble, teach Taoism, or Jiang Chen thought it was for the sake of Lingyin School and the Book of Changes. Who would have expected that he was to peep into the secrets of demons from his growth.
There is nothing more calculating than this!
These thoughts flashed for just a moment, and the sword of heaven burst down.
Jiang Chen was surprised to see that Xihe Jian still held the white and beautiful palm of Mingyang, as if he had not moved at all, maintaining a mysterious line with his stretched arm.
This means that the real person of Mingyang has regained his momentum and can play another sword at any time. His cards are not exhausted.
But these are meaningless to Jiang Chen.
He Hua's red pen clearly appeared in his mind, and Jiang Chen pinched the formula with his left hand and followed him one after another. Under the air pressure today, Jiang Chen fell straight back and fell to the boundless earth.
"Grandpa is looking for someone else!" The last scene of Jiang Chen laughing and disappearing on the long street and staying in sight was the picture of Mingyang Zhen population spitting blood.
It was dark around, and Jiang Chen seemed to rush through the edges in the crisscrossing dark road. Only the secret print turned into a faint light, and complicated charms flashed in the light.
He Hua wrote down the tips of how to use manual and footwork to travel through the vein array on the red note, but she only knew it, did not know why, and knew nothing about the details of the distribution of the vein. And this set of tips is also limited to use in Jinyan City. Jiang Chen didn't have time to delve into the mystery of the trick. In addition, He Hua wrote in a hurry and was vague, so he was not sure where he would be transmitted to the earth's phalanx.
The next moment, Jiang Chen appeared in a strange house. Bang!" Jiang Chen stood unsteadily for a moment, and his back hit the flower rack in the corner of the wall. The flower pot fell down, which was particularly harsh in the silent darkness.
This is a hall, spacious and clean, and the door is closed. Looking out from the carved window rail, you can see the inner courtyard bathed in light starlight. Jiang Chen had no time to care more. He took out a handful of healing elixir and swallowed it. The fetus woke up and repaired its internal body, while decomposing the elixir and melting it into a warm current, moistening the wounds all over the body.
Jiang Chen was surprised to find that the absorption of adult-shaped retrograde pills to herbs is fast and strong, and when the dead baby wakes up, it will automatically extract elixir and expel unwanted scum from the body. So no longer worried, he kept grabbing the elixir from the Ruyi bag, swallowed it like a cow chewing peony, and his lips were bitter and numb.
Wang Shu'an said, "The strong medicine hurts the body, and it is easy to take it in a hurry. Why do you have to be anxious? With your physique and the effect of life and death spiral fetal awakening, you can completely recover after a week of rest.
"It's too late. This injury is too serious, and I have to delay the journey of Mingyang. I will find him again by tomorrow night at the latest. Speaking of this, Jiang Chen suddenly felt and looked out of the window.
A fat figure tiptoed out of the inner courtyard and walked to the hall, looking very funny.
"Is it him? What a coincidence." Jiang Chen frowned, the magic gun jumped out of his consciousness, and the tip of the gun pointed firmly at him. It should have been the sound of broken flower pots that alarmed the owner of the house.
As soon as the fat figure opened the door, the hot tip of the gun pressed against his neck. The other party's throat shrugged violently, and the original scream was forced back.
"Don't talk, listen to me. If you understand, nod." Jiang Chen stared at the other party's slightly trembling pale face and cheeks until the other party nodded desperately before withdrawing the magic gun.
"We met in Yichun Building. You called me a favor, because I killed your beautiful father-in-law and avenged your little B, didn't you? Don't talk, nod or shake your head." The fat man nodded vigorously, and Jiang Chen said, "Now I need you to repay your kindness, okay?"
The fat man hesitated for a moment and nodded heavily.
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Don't put on such an expression of going through fire and water. I just need to rest here for a day, and I will leave tomorrow, harmless to you. Is this your house?
The fat man continued to nod, and Jiang Chen asked, "Is there anyone else in the house?" Well, you can talk."
The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, but was choked in his throat again. He coughed for a long time before blushing and said, "Well, my father-in, I'm scared to death. There are still three servants in the house. Well, father-in-law, why did you come to my house? Could it be that you offended Dongzhou because of this, so..."
Jiang Chen shook his head: "You don't have to worry about this. Within 12 hours, I don't want anyone to disturb me. Can you do it?" Yes, no! Don't worry about this little thing. I'm loyal and will never leak any news!" The fat man patted his bulging chest and vowed to agree.
"This guarantee is not enough." Jiang Chen patted him gently and brought a dark force into his heart. I only need to move, and I will do it secretly, which will kill you on the spot. After a day, the dark energy will automatically disappear.
The fat man nodded with a wry smile, and Jiang Chen asked him a few more words before asking him to turn in.
"Wangshu, you explain that the last sword of Yang Zhenren contains the mystery of the universe. What's going on?" Jiang Chen began to sit and adjust his breathing and heal his wounds with all his strength.