Chapter 171 Broken Scythe

The air is filled with the smell of burning smell, which is still constantly drifting out from Mo Qianglong's scorching black body. The mountain wind in early winter blows, and there is no sign of weakening, but it is even more sad.

The smell of the tip of his nose makes Zhou Xing's heart full of grief, and at the same time, he is even more murderous. If you see people who live with you with your own eyes, even if Buddha sees such a way of death, he will be angry, not to mention Zhou Xing, whose mentality has changed.

"Uncle Mo died so tragically. If I can't avenge him, I will talk about what he is!" Zhou Xing walked to Shen Long step by step. He didn't walk fast, and Zhenyuan all over his body gushed out unreservedly. Thinking of the scene of living with Mo Qianglong in the past few months, it seemed that countless wounds emerged from the bottom of his heart. In his mind, the movement of black gas was getting bigger and bigger, and it seemed that there was a possibility of waking up at any time.

Shen Long looked at Zhou Xing. He could feel the murderous intention of the other party and couldn't help sneering, "You occupy my reincarnation land to open up the cave, which is a great death penalty. For the sake of his spontaneously igniting soul, I can spare you and let you live. He pointed to Mo Qianglong, who had a blackened body.

"You let us go, but I won't let you go! Pay for Uncle Mo's life!"

Zhou Xing opened his right hand, and the Yuan sword surfaced. He was caught by him with one hand. His whole body rolled up. The Yuan sword emitted a dazzling golden light. His body moved, holding the Yuan sword and rushed to Shen Long.

"I don't know what's good or not!" Shen Long frowned, and the sickle in his hand made a sound of breaking the air, facing Yuan Jian. Shen Long's personality is arrogant and cautious. Even if he is injured, he will never run away timidly in the face of a practitioner who practices nine levels of qi. Although Mo Qianglong's blow won his respect, he would not feel guilty for it.

The two fought at a touch, and the sickle with the dark light and the golden sword fiercely hit each other fiercely. Originally, this week would not be Shen Long's opponent, but after Shen Long was injured, it disappeared, and for a time, it was comparable. The strong collision of Zhenyuan made the rocks constantly splash away.

However, I don't know what the sickle is. Every time it collides, Zhou Xing feels that the Zhenyuan in the Yuanjian has been absorbed by it. Although it is not much, it makes Zhou Xing vigilant.

Zhou Xing's Zhenyuan is much more pure than ordinary monks of the same level. The Yuanjian is raised by Zhenyuan and is the unique skill of Huayunzong. The original sword is divided into three realms: the sword is in the heart, which is the unity of the human sword, which is the human realm; the sword is all things, which is the earthly swords, which is the earthly realm; and the last heavenly realm.

Zhou Xing held the Yuan sword with his hand, and the artistic conception of the selfless swordsmanship came out of his heart. He completely closed his eyes and observed with divine consciousness. The artistic conception of forget-me-not swordsmanship is to forget the sword. In this artistic conception, Zhou Xing's Yuanjian has reached the first state. The sword is in the heart, and the human sword is united.

The moves in his hand became messy, and his body was more like being carried by a sword. Shen Long was sconnly found that if he didn't go to see Zhou Xing, he would even feel that this person did not exist, only this sword existed. What's more, I feel that the effect of the sickle has become minimal. His sickle can be different from ordinary fake magic weapon. Although it is a fake magic weapon, its ability is more amazing than the magic weapon. With the reincarnation of the soul, it can absorb the power of the soul, which has a better effect than swallowing elixir.

Zhou Xing and Yuan Jian seemed to have turned into one, and the fierce sword spirit kept beating Shen Long back.

Shen Long's eyes were gloomy and he said to himself, "The realm of the unity of people and swords! Unexpectedly, this person has reached such a state before he has reached the foundation cultivation. Now my strength has been greatly reduced, and I can't play the role of the reincarnation sickle. This time, I have little chance of winning. If I continue to stalemate, it will greatly affect my cultivation!" After thinking about it, Shen Long's heart had a trace of retreat. At present, the giant sickle black light in his hand won!

The black light turned into a mesh and covered the circle. At the same time, Shen Long did not hesitate and turned around and left. He was not the kind of person who fought to the end. Fighting again was not good for him, but harmful. Why did he fight to the death?

The black net was melted by the black light on the sickle, but it was like real steel. Zhou Xing was immediately blocked. His whole body rolled into the sword, and with a "bang", he scattered the black net. And Shen Long is already a few feet away.

"Leave it for me!" Zhou Xing woke up from the meaning of the sword, shouted fiercely, showed a glimpse of the shadow, turned into a shadow, and chased Shen Long.

However, Shen Long's speed is not slow, just like a ghost's body, like a wisp of blue wind. In the blink of an eye, it is seven or eight feet away, and it is still faintly above Zhou Xing's body.

Zhou Xing's eyes flashed and took out the Qingyun umbrella without any hesitation. With the help of the Qingyun umbrella, Zhou Xing seemed to be about to fly. He directly drew more than ten feet in mid-air and had caught up with Shen Long.

"Do you want to leave if you kill someone! Go to hell!" Zhou Xing's eyes were bloody and murderous. He turned his left hand, and the Yuan Dagger appeared that day. When Mo Qianglong's tragic death made Zhou Xing escape from Qiyun, to knowing the depression after his parents were killed, the pain was completely triggered. At that time, he did not have the ability to find the murderer and did not have the ability to take revenge, but now it is different.

When he saw Zhou Xing using the speed of the Qingyun umbrella, it surprised Shen Long. His body was definitely much faster than that of ordinary fellow monks. He didn't expect Zhou Xing to be so fast. Before he recovered from his surprise, a sense of fatal threat surged into his heart in an instant.

Shen Long caught a glimpse of the dagger in Zhou Xing's hand and saw the cruelty on the other party's face. Suddenly, he found that the dagger shot at him, and then strangely disappeared in mid-air. Shen Long was stunned, but the feeling of threatening his life suddenly climbed to the extreme. The practitioners never doubted this feeling. Shen Long did not hesitate. While the dagger disappeared, he bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood on the sickle.

Songong, the black light on the sickle disappeared, but Shen Long's body was completely covered by the black light.

All this is a long story, but it happens in an instant. Ding!" The place where the dagger appeared was Shen Long's chest, which touched the black light and made the sound of metal collision. Immediately, with the sharpness of the dagger, he directly pierced Shen Long's body full of black light, and then penetrated through it and returned to Zhou Xing's hand.

"Cock!" At this moment, the giant sickle without black light suddenly broke into two halves. The black light disappeared from Shen Long's body, revealing him in blue clothes. Strangely, there were no wounds on Shen Long's chest, but his face was extremely pale. He looked at Zhou Xing bitterly. The black light entangled again, and the speed suddenly rose. Several times, he ran away from afar.

Only his cold voice sounded like iron: "You destroy my magic weapon, and my reincarnation will not let you go!"

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The first update! Sorry, this chapter has been crowded for several hours!