Chapter 58 In the Legend of the Heavenly Book

The moment the swordsman lit the torch and inserted it into the wall, he was just as the Taoist waved the dust and swept away the sword in the man's hand. He suddenly jumped into the air and his left arm was like lightning. He held a sword rolled in the cup in the middle of the air, and then shook his wrist and danced a few sword flowers. In a moment, he broke the dust in the hand of the Taoist's hand.

This is what happened between lightning and stone fire. The Taoist lived his life, and then the sword inlaid with night pearls and decorated with various gems lit up on his left hand, waving a colorful streamer under the faint reflection of the torch.

However, the sword in his hand was as heavy as water. With a sword, there was no wind and no waves, but a thicker darkness appeared, cutting through the light night and crushing the colorful sword. Under one blow, it was extremely heavy, and the foot of the striking Taoist staggered and retreated a few steps.

An anger appeared in the hearts of Taoist people, shaking the sword in his hand and dancing a sword net. Between the sword light, the colors lingerated. It was originally a fairyland painting, but it seemed to be more swordlike and murderous. His opponent, the swordsman, held the sword in his hand, was different from the man in white who used to fight against the enemy when he was a divine soldier. He saw that he made the sword like The court walked leisurely, and the sword was at will, let alone life and death. Facing the sword light danced by the Taoist, he leaned out a few light thorns from the sword net. He had already faced several acupuncture points on the Taoist man to attack and save the enemy. The Taoist was helpless and worth stopping the offensive. He turned the sword to block the enemy's attack in a few rounds in a blink of an eye. When his hand passed, he was even more angry. He only felt that the other party was cunning to use the sword, and he had the ability to use it, and he couldn't do it.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he felt that an aura came from Dantian. The true qi, which was originally stuck in the sea of Qi, ran continuously. The Taoist's face was happy and was already seen by the swordsman. A trace of strangeness suddenly appeared in his heart. His heart had a reaction under his feet. He immediately turned to the attack and was about to retreat. Go, but listen to the man shout, "Sin, I want to run!"

He waved his sword, and this time he took on the boundless sword spirit. The sword spirit was sprinkled. The night was like day, illuminating the whole water prison for a moment and shaking the eyes of countless people. The sword net transformed by the Taoist this time was impeccable, like a colorful Lingluo intertwined, hitting the swordsman head-on. The latter's heart was stunned and didn't think too much. He suddenly He jumped up and walked on the stone wall next to him. With the momentary instinct of life and death, he put his back against the wall at an incredible and tricky angle, and his chest squeezed out of the gap between the sword net and the wall.

At this time, the man sneered, and his right sleeve robe appeared, and a bright gold color suddenly emerged from the cuffs. The whole body was surrounded by Buddha's spirit. At this time, he cut the two swords one left and one right, and the sword condensed endless sword spirit and murder.

The swordsman against the enemy couldn't stop it. His sword made him fascinated again, and he did not lower the true spirit on the other party's sword. Every time he touched it, his chest was full of excitement and he wanted to spit blood. However, the swordsman seemed not to be afraid of life and death. He waved his sword in front of the Taoist man and let his two swords hit them together. Return.

At this time, the Taoist cut a sword on the left, the sword spirit was sprinkled, the right hand was chopped down, and the Zen voice was singing loudly. The swordsman on the opposite side had long lost the ability to fight against the public. The left and right were clumsy, and the unstoppable sword spirit tried his best to avoid it. When he could not avoid it, he resisted several slashes. His internal organs seemed to be turned upside down and wanted to bleed.

He wondered, "How did you apply all your magic power as soon as you entered this water prison? Is there any great prohibition in it?"

"Do you dare to think about it when you die?" The Taoist sneered, and the two swords took turns to kill, and the sword forced people to die without leaving a gap.

"Brother Qin..." Suddenly, a voice in his heart remembered, "Jump behind him!"

"Ha, I'm wondering how that Taoist man has regained his skills. It's just right..." For a moment, the swordsman's heart flashed like lightning. He only heard him smile, and the tip of his sword was on the ground. His body was turned upside down. At the moment when the Taoist two sword moves made him old, he jumped over his head.

The Taoist swords made old. Seeing that the swordsman who resisted in front of him finally jumped away, he thought that he was finally timid. When he was about to return to the sword, he suddenly saw a white light in front of him. The white light was shining, like a white lotus blooming in the snow, in which the ice condensed, the water was cold, and the Taoist people were not good. When he hurried back, he was shocked to find a coolness behind his back.

It was a thick sword spirit that entered the mountain and condensed like ink, and it forced his back heart to come with integrity.

The Taoist was shocked. At the moment, he suddenly pinned the sword with the Buddha spirit in his left hand behind him, and the other hand stabbed out the previous beautifully carved sword like a wind. He only heard a loud noise, and the real gas collided in the big water prison and shook fiercely.

At this time, the water prison was full of true air and shining for a moment. By the sudden flash of light, several of the people who had fallen to the ground were holding their wounds and exhaling pain, and suddenly saw the three people confronting for a moment.

I saw a long-beard, blue preaching robe, a Taoist hat, and an old man with sparse eyebrows standing in the middle, sideways. He held a solemn, golden sword in his right hand, and the sword was against the tip of another sword. The sword was about inch long and thin, but it was full of ink, and thickened in sharpness. Heavy, held in the hands of a young swordsman. The swordsman was well dressed and dressed as Jianghu people, but he looked extraordinary and unpopular.

And the Taoist left hand poked out a bright sword. The body of the sword was shining like a glow, but the sword was against the palm of another person. The palm of the hand was like a cold ice. At a glance, these ordinary people actually had a chill.

Several people were seriously injured, and they did not dare to raise their eyes again. The other people sweated coldly after their necks. When they looked at them again, it turned out that the person who hit this palm was a man in white. His temperament was like a fairy, his eyebrows were cold, and his eyes were bright. He was looking at the old Tao, but he did not fall behind.

The three stood for a moment, but others felt that after ten thousand years, after looking at it for a few years, their minds actually felt damaged. At this time, suddenly the earth buzzed and trembled again. The four walls, together with the top of the water prison, some people even suspected that the water prison went up, and the magnificent rockery on the ground was shaking with it.

The roar, the ground trembled thousands of feet in unison, and the ordinary people who fell to the ground had already exclaimed: "Here we are again, everyone, go to the house and hide!"

These people could not take care of their injuries for a long time. They struggled desperately one by one, or helped left and right, or rolled and crawled, and rushed directly to the four rooms left on the wall.

One by one, they are like a headless eagle, but the three people they looked at before are still facing each other. The three seem to be firmly attached to each other. One is the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword is against the body of the other, while the other is against the palm of the person in front of them, allowing the sky and the ground. Huang, the three of them have good eyes, and they don't move at all.

The stone slab under his feet suddenly turned into pieces of gravel, like peeled fish scales, and fell into the void one by one. The Taoist's eyes were like electricity, glanced left and right, opened his mouth leisurely, and his voice was like flying clouds, not stained with mortal dust. However, the high arrogance in his tone was uncontrollable. He only listened to the swordsman behind him and the man in white in front of him at the same time. He said, "You two, if you don't want the three of us to be together, I'm afraid we have to separate at this moment."

The man in white is exactly Qimiao. The one behind him is ordinary, but heroic. The extraordinary one is Qin Xuehan, the swordsman of Xikunlun. As soon as the two entered the water prison, they had a vicious battle with this man by mistake. Now the two sides are deadlocked. Qi Miao saw the stone slabs under her body being made of tiles peel off, and the four walls of the water prison were hidden in the shaking. It seems to disappear in a dusty fall.

Qi Miao nodded and laughed, but said sarcastically: "The Taoist priest practiced thousands of times, and he also has both Buddhism. Unexpectedly, he is also afraid of this reincarnation of life and death?"

At this moment, the cold air on his palm is inseparable, and behind the Taoist, Qin Xuehan's wrist trembles, and the tip of the sword is still against the sword that the Taoist is pinned behind him.

The Taoist nodded and said, "Buddha died lightly without saying a word. How dare Jiuhua to bury his useful body at will?"

It turned out that the Taoist priest standing here was the Jiuhua real person after a day of the fierce battle between the Xiaoyao Sect and the people in the Military League. He looked casual, but his heart was a little anxious. He thought that if these two people really wanted to drag me to die together, they had to fight for the price of one of them, kill the other and escape into the next room. .

At the sight, the space on all sides turned into a light belt and dissipated, as if it was about to disappear at the end of time and space. There was only an endless blank around it. At the moment when Jiuhua Qimiao confronted Qin Xuehan, the true atmosphere emanating from the three rooms temporarily stabilized the space under his feet, but there was not much time to hold on. .

The corner of Qimiao's eyes had already put everything in his heart. He and Qin Xuehan suddenly encountered such a situation. Of course, they didn't want to die here confusedly, but at this time, the victory or defeat was completely on who could persist longer. He only heard Qi Miao smile faintly and said, "The Taoist priest doesn't want to die, and I don't want to be casual by you after evacuating the real anger. Kill it. If both sides are dead, it's better to drag the Taoist priest on the road together.

"So that's it!" Jiuhua laughed and said, "This is easy. I'll call one, two, three, and you and I will pull the real anger in our hands together. How about that?"

Qi Miao's heart moved. This man must know how to get out of here. He only heard him test out, "What is the Taoist priest's intention to do after that?"

"Haha! At that time, let's go our separate lives!" Jiuhua Taoist's face tightened, and suddenly waved his left and right swords, each carrying a true qi. At the time, the two qi of Buddhism and Taoism came into being, just like a wind and lightning, blowing, and hitting Qi Miao and Qin Xuehan respectively.