Chapter 23 sighing to block the flowing water

Since Qimiao and others entered this forbidden air array, along the road, Zhao Zhongyue touched the mechanism, and the body of the eight-foot man burned into a red flame and flying ashes. Li Miaohua and the three of them were nowhere to find. They tried their best to defeat the military alliance crane. The idiots who had been lost one after another and Qin Xuehan met again. Now they finally saw this plot. The Lord sent the spirit tree, but only an hour passed by.

She was clear/hui in her heart and connected with her experience trapped in the maze of the elegant garden. She suddenly realized that this spirit god Mr. Muyuan Chengjingliu's skill memory was also a master before her life, and the array set up in the elegant garden could make Ling Zongyun, a master of the Taoist, unable to break in. Now and now, this was originally only A method array in the fog and the now intricate and lost path has become a beast that is heavy and devouring human life, which must be the handwriting made by this person after the previous penetration.

What she expected was that since the spirit tree was controlled by the forbidden magic array and could not leave here, he was increasingly chased and harassed by the disciples of the Iron Sword Gate. He was furious and found a magic array. After killing the guarded iron sword disciples, he easily cracked the lost mechanism and came to the array.

At the moment when he was about to destroy the ban on this trip, the woody spirit in his body was stupid and loud, reminding him that it was the former life-threatening enemy who came near him. He turned around and gave up the previous idea of destroying the array. On the contrary, he raised the wood gas, sacrificed a flag, and made this array into the killing machine.

The enemies in front of her met and fought fiercely. Qimiao teamed up with Qin Xuehan to fight against the spirit tree. Due to the collapse of the magic altar, the war was slightly slack. Qi Miao resisted the cold water sword. The sword was about seven feet long. The cold light flowed on it, and the blue suddenly appeared, turning into a burst of gorgeous color flowing on the sword body, dazzlingly. She cast her eyes. Originally that How tall a person is, dozens of feet in the altar, and the audience of the audience is really excited and burst into a piece of rocks. Now the smoke dissipates and the dust settles. When you raise your eyes, you can see that a person is buried in the rocks with his chest and stops silently.

Seven wonderful eyebrows stared and saw that this person was actually the spirit tree. She was happy and worried. She was happy that this jing� was restrained, but worried that Qin Xuehan, who had been destroyed by the altar together with the spirit god wood, disappeared. She couldn't help looking around and felt a little anxious.

Thinking that Qin Xuehan only got along with herself for a day and a night, but she could feel the calm and unrestrained and heroic nature of the sword. What's more rare is that this person actually had the secular entanglement between Lingxia Island and Xikunlun, which was constantly cut and confused, and helped the fool and Qi Miao and others, and was even more unpretentious. Compared with the strange nature of Naishi's private resentment and obsession, it is especially valuable.

Just as she was worried, there was another loud noise in the messy stone. Three or four boulders shook into the air, and one person then jumped high from the stone pile. He stood up and found the ink sword in his hand. The five-foot sword was simple, like an ink stone ancient jade, emitting a dark luster, and his long sword was in the air. In the middle, the thick sword spirit is like splashing ink, sprinkled on the boundless sky.

I saw that this man's sword was like a dragon wandering in the air, and the birds looked down. It seemed to be intentional and traceless. He swept the sky with a sword spirit and swept the universe. A huge sword mark broke through the stagnant war situation and rushed to the spirit tree.

At this time, the spirit god wood suddenly raised his eyes, with a hateful face, only heard him shouting, his hands waved up and down, his long sleeves fluttering in the air, and resisting the unparalleled wooden spirit. Those stones that trapped him were stirred by this and were scattered into a ball. Then, the spirit god Mufu His left face is bright and beautiful, like autumn water, and slightly crimson. It is just a beautiful face of a prince, while his right face is trapped in a condensed ice. His eyes are wide open, and his skin is distorted and ferocious.

This person's face is like the yin and yang of the mountain, cold and hot, and like the combination of good and evil. However, whether it is the unrestrained and shocking side, or the ferocious half of the face under the ice, there is a strong hatred and anger mixed together, which is fiercely suffocating.

He turned around, and the true qi on his left hand was highly condensed, as if it were substantial, covering the palm of his hand, scattered with a faint blue light, stretched out, and actually directly resisting Qin Xuehan's earth-shaking blow, and heard the roar of the spirit god wood, suddenly clenched his hand into a fist, which turned out to directly hit Qin Xuehan. The sword spirit under the full blow was smashed.

"The humiliation flowed here..." His voice was low, as if entangled in his throat for thousands of years, and then there was an indescribable horror. "I vowed to smash you and dispel my hatred!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was shocked and roared. When he looked back, it turned into a blue water wave mark, setting off a layer of water blue waves in the sky, like a meteor shining. The golden light suddenly lit up and came quickly. The cold water sword was sent away from the spiritual god. The heart of the wood pierced through.

This scene, like the intersection of electricity and fire, the spirit god wood turned around and stunned, and his face was full of anger. He only heard him bite his teeth and said hate word by word, "What a cruel means, a vicious woman, unfortunately, this sword still can't hurt me!"

Qi Miao squeezed her lips and smiled, and her eyebrows were moved. She covered the country and the wind and the moon. She only heard her soft reminder: "Do you still remember that day in the pavilion, you and I sat down and mentioned this matter of water and wood?"

"You!" The spirit tree was a thrilling spirit, and the thought suddenly changed color. When he looked at Qi Miao, in addition to the vigorous hatred, there was a sense of fear in his eyes.

The half of his delicate face that could only move was frightened, and he seemed to be speechless, and he only shouted two words: "How dare you! ..."

It turned out that on that day, a group of Qi Miao people were on the elegant garden. Although they secretly had their own thoughts and talked about the five elements, they said: Mr. Jingliu's Yuangong was originally cold water, and the parasitic god was a wooden body, which naturally contained vigorous wood qi. Jingliu originally wanted to nourish the wood spirit with the original power of water attributes to achieve self- The body and soul skill made a smooth transition, but unexpectedly, the wood on the spirit tree was full of energy, and his weak water encountered strong wood, which became an irreconcable problem, which actually caused the collapse of his body.

On that day, he took the idea of Qi Miao to nourish the wood qi in his body with her abundant cold and true qi. Between the five elements, they were like the feng shui rotation. The cold water of Qi Miao was powerful, and the wood qi in his body was impacted by strong water, which actually intensified the momentum of military solution.

At this moment, Qi Miao's mind was concocted as it was on that day. She looked at her look and didn't know how, so there was a look of fear on her face. She roared and asked questions, but exposed her inner fear.

Dare or dare not, the scene was clear. I only heard a cold drink from Qi Miao. The vigorous water cold true air was continuously injected into its body from the cold water sword that penetrated through the spirit tree. At this time, the blue flashed on the cold water sword, and the true air flowed on it, and the water vapor lingered back, setting off a blue waves on the sword.

The parasi god wood only felt pain in his body. The Dantian was like being invaded by a strong enemy. This cold water and true qi destroyed and destroyed the wood gas in his body and swallowed up its vitality. He shouted bitterly. When he turned around, he suddenly saw an extra water mark under his chest, and the water mark was like a pool on the earth. The lake, looking from afar, glowed with innocence, but tore his body apart.

He raised his head unbelievably, filled his heart with resentment and unwillingness, and could no longer control himself. At this time, the spirit tree did not care how his chest was damaged. The left face flowed with blood and tears and scratched his cheek, as if to show his inner resentment and determination.

"In any case, static flow will not let you leave alive!" The spirit god roared ferociously, "I want to die with you!"

When Qimiao saw that he was finally crazy, she was shocked. At this time, she wanted to get out again, but it was a little late. She saw that the spirit god leaned back and was stabbed three points by the cold water sword, narrowing the distance between him and Qi Miao.

Then, he took advantage of the opportunity to return half of his arm, firmly grasped Qimiao's arm, and shouted harshly. The wood in the Dantian was gull and released, and he looked completely ignored it.

At the moment when she was restrained, Qi Miao only felt a continuous stream of wood gas pouring into his body, which was driving the true energy contained in its meridians. The world's cold water attribute true qi. She only saw that this water cold true qi also had strange meridians and eight veins constantly coming to fight with the wood qi that invaded the body.

So the two were deadlocked together. Qimiao was harmed by the intersection of water and wood in his body, and he felt a tingling all over his body, as if he were in the cold ice cellar, and his whole body was like a needle. At this time, the spirit tree also felt the same, but he couldn't care about anything, but he said fiercely, "Let's die together!"

"Enough!" At this time, the situation suddenly changed again. Qin Xuehan, who was not far from the two, suddenly became calm, and a sense of anger suddenly appeared on his pale and natural face. He shouted fiercely, and a black fog suddenly appeared around him. Qi Miao and the fool behind him followed the sound. Qin Xuehan, who was originally seven or eight feet tall, actually shrank and disappeared here. In the thick black fog.

At this time, there was a change in the appearance of the fog. The fog gathered more and thicker, but it was different from the magic ghost fog. It was a little more righteous, but there was no trace of evil of the latter. When its scale reached its peak, there was a sudden explosion, and the black fog suddenly dissipated.

Under the retreating black fog*, he slowly walked out of an old man. The man was thin and dry, wearing a black cloak all over his body, revealing a pair of bright star eyes and yearning for fine light.

When Qi Miao looked at the fool, he was shocked. It turned out that Qin Xuehan, who had been unruly, turned into such a short and thin old man, was actually the Xikunlun Mojun, a Mo-faced guest who had been sad for everyone before.