Chapter 17 Don't move like a mountain
As night falls, the gorgeous misty mountains are vast.
faintly, Chu Tian can hear the sound of waterfalls outside the cave. He picked up a bundle of firewood and slowly added it to the fire. The bright red flames stirred, illuminating the deep ancient cave.
The blood-red ** in the real Mingjiu evil pool is rumbling, and the cold fog makes the firelight in the cave hazy, and there is a real sense of unrealism.
Cangyun Yuanchen sword stood quietly on the top of the pool, and the veins of Yuanchen's precious beads rotated to absorb the nine evil yin qi to the fullest.
It has been three days since Chu Tian returned to the cave, and the scene in the cave was the same as when he left.
In these three days, he was far away from the world, healed and practiced without distraction, and had a deeper understanding of the mystery of the Cangyun Yuanchen Sword and the true meaning of the Six Swords.
It is no exaggeration to say that the set of six swords created by Han Lu Qiao is almost the general outline of the world's swordsmanship.
The simple six movements of splitting, picking up, cutting, cutting, reverse cutting, straight stab and flying chopping have captured the swordsmanship of the two schools of the right and the devil.
Although Chu Tian understands it day and night, what he really master is still a little fur.
He couldn't help but feel the admiration of the peerless sword demon.
Compared with this magic master 600 years ago, the long song is not worth mentioning at all.
Chu Tian's vision has become wider. With the subtle connection between Cang Yun Yuanchen and Han Jie Qiao, he seems to be able to feel the peerless demeanor and divine power of this world-class demon king.
"Hum--" Suddenly, Yuanchen's pearls swallowed the light and let out a series of low tremors.
This is because it senses a strong murderous atmosphere and makes a sound warning.
Chu Tian was not shocked, and stretched his consciousness in the direction of the entrance of the cave.
In the red cold fog, a figure of a young man in yellow appeared.
Chu Tian slowly put down the firewood and raised his hand to Zhenming Jiushachi. Cangyun Yuanchen's sword turned into a rapid electricity and flew into his hand.
At this time, the teenager in yellow appeared in Chu Tian's vision.
He walked very slowly, like a tourist who fell in love with the landscape, strayed into the depths of the ancient cave.
However, a powerful and murderous atmosphere came to his face, like an invisible cold front cutting Chu Tian's skin and cutting his heart.
What a strong momentum, such a strong killing!
Chu Tianshen quietly stared at the teenager in yellow, silently urged the Bodhi Moon Seal to guard the spiritual platform, and the magic gas flowed in his body, slowly dispelling the other party's murderous spirit.
The young man in yellow stood up and put his arms around his chest, looked up and down at Chu Tian and said, "Did you kill Huan Changge?"
Hearing this, Chu Tian can already conclude that this teenager is a killer sent by the Northern Underworld.
He was keenly aware that the cultivation of the young man in yellow was far better than that of Huan Changge, which was at least one level higher than himself.
However, the master's duel is often between a few millimeters. The gap of one level is enough to determine life and death in one move.
Chu Tian was not afraid because of this. When he broke up with the whole world and others, he was ready to face the killer of the Northern Underworld alone.
What should come will always come. Chu Tian never expected to really "avoid" the revenge of the Northern Hades.
"It's me!" Chu Tian's answer is simple and clear. Obviously, what to solve the problem now depends not on the tongue but on strength.
"I'm the snowy stream of the Northern Underworld. My task this time is to bring your head back, so that I can get a rich reward. The teenager in yellow shrugged his nose. "In addition, I think the smell on you is very attractive. I've been tracking your breath all the way, and I can't wait to taste the delicious blood.
"Is it just sucking blood? Like a bat. I've seen beasts eat people, and they don't even leave bone dregs.
Chu Tian said disdainfully, "But in the end, the hunter still peeled off its skin!"
Yin Xue was stunned, with an interested look on her face, and said, "Interesting, has Huan Changge heard this story?"
"It's a lot!" The true qi in Chu Tian's body was full, and the broken sea of Cangyun Yuanchen's sword flowed to the cloud and snow.
The enemy is strong and we are weak. He must take the lead and strive to take the lead.
Three days of closed enlightenment made Chu Tian recover well, and his swordsmanship has made great progress compared with the long song of the duel.
Cangyun Yuanchen's sword is majestic and covers a circle of dozens of meters, as if it is thunderous but round, and the gorgeous sword is like a curtain falling into the sky.
"Bum!" Yin Xueliu stood still and hit the side of Cangyun Yuanchen's blade with one punch.
"Wo--" The fire burst, and the burning firewood flew up one by one, hit the wall of the cave and fell to the ground and quickly extinguished.
Chu Tian couldn't help but throw his sword to the left, just like falling into the center of a wild storm.
Cangyun sword gas was smashed by the opponent's fist, and a cold magic gas full of death attacked the right arm along the blade. It felt like a viper's bite, and the meridians were paralyzed and the true qi collapsed in an instant.
Chu Tian was secretly shocked. At the same time, he used the "Yan Xiang" body method and flew to the back with the help of the drumming wind, and on the other hand, he operated the magic spirit of Fandu to restrain the invasion. The whole right arm flashed with golden light, wisps of smoke, forcing most of the fists out of the body.
His arm regained consciousness, and his back pressed against the wall of the cave to unload the remaining punches.
The light in the ancient cave became dark, and Yin Xueliu smiled and said, "I only used six successes for the 'Plu King's Wrath Fist' just now."
Chu Tian believes that there is no need for Yin Xueliu to lie, and he doesn't need to respond to anything. He said coldly, "Let's go to hell with this sentence!"
"Keng!" Cangyun Yuanchen's sword cut and made a faint sound of gold and stone in the air, which was the same as the move just now. It was still splitting the sea and splitting to the snow.
"I like your backbone, but it's a pity that people like you are usually not wise enough!"
Yin Xueliu raised the strength of the fist to 80%, and saw that Cangyun Yuanchen's sword was bombarded.
Chu Tian's body suddenly sank, staggering the fierce edge of Pluto's angry fist, and the Cangyun Yuanchen sword took the opportunity to cut.
"What?" Yin Xueliu didn't expect Chu Tian to change so fast, as if the "split sea flow" in the first half was just a false shot, paving the way for the "six-in-one", and the round and roundness between the two was naturally impeccable.
He had to move his body and fly up, and his left fist "Wrath of Pluto" hit the Cangyun Yuanchen sword.
"Wo--" Chu Tian rolled up horizontally, and Cang Yun Yuanchen turned into a white cloud with his posture.
The figures of the two people staggered in mid-air one by one. Chu Tian suddenly stretched his body and fought back with his sword. Cang Yun Yuanchen showed his true shape from the chaotic clouds.
"Is it the shore?" The cloudy snow is slightly moving. He punched two times in a row, and had already guessed Chu Tian's intention. He wanted to deal with himself with his light body skills and unpredictable sword moves to find opportunities to avoid his strengths and weaknesses in the fight.
"Bang!" His legs suddenly split up, locked Cangyun Yuanchen inconceivably, and then strangled vigorously.
Chu Tian did not panic at all. He twisted his wrist and turned the Cangyun Yuanchen sword in the direction of Yin Xueliu's "ghost door lock and closed his legs", and followed his body to turn like a wind wheel. In this way, it not only completely removes the strain of the ghost door lock and closes the leg, but also can use the power to counterattack Yin Xueliu.
Yin Xueliu finally learned the wit and changeableness of Chu Tian when he came to the enemy. If it goes on like this, his legs are equivalent to putting them into the meat grinder. What's more, Chu Tian's Cangyun Yuanchen sword is unparalleled!
He can only adapt. He gently stepped on the Cangyun Yuanchen Sword with his left toe and slanted forward.
"Won!" The sword flashed, and a blood mark appeared on the left calf.
Chu Tian's taste is also uncomfortable. Cangyun Yuanchen's sword seemed to have been hit by Wanjun's thunder, falling heavily to the ground, and it opened a deep groove.
His right arm was shabby, and the large mass of qi and blood in his chest rolled up and down as if it was about to burst.
In just three rounds, the two were injured, but it aroused a stronger fighting spirit and killing intention.
Yin Xueliu raised his left leg, wiped the blood flowing from his fingers, and sucked it gently on his mouth.
"So this is the smell of my blood..." He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was tasting the taste of blood.
"I can't help it. I've drunk too much people's blood, but the taste of blood in my body is not so mellow."
He carefully licked the blood stains on his fingertips and said leisurely, "I have to say that the divine palace underestimates your strength. I thought I could easily make a profit, but now it seems that I'm likely to lose money.
"Wow--" There was a strong black gas in his body, and the phantoms of countless white bone skeletons loomed in it, making a sad and harsh howl.
Chu Tian gasped violently with his sword, grasping all possible gaps to restore power to dredge the meridians.
He felt that the temperature in the ancient cave dropped sharply, and a gloomy breath of death shrouded everywhere, penetrating into his body and attacking the spiritual platform unscrupulously.
Fortunately, the spiritual platform is guarded by the Bodhi bright moon seal, like a flawless moon in the sky, which is enough to dispel all evil breaths.
But his figure gradually became difficult under the more and more violent suppression of the skeleton, and he could only resist the sword spirit emanating from the Cangyun Yuanchen sword.
If it goes on like this, you will definitely lose! To lose is to die!
At the last moment, you must let go and strive for a glimmer of life for yourself.
Chu Tian condensed a wisp of spiritual consciousness and quietly penetrated into the void of Yuanchen's treasure beads, looking for the trace of the mountain seal again.
"Thousands of ghosts eat blood, dead air pressure city!"
The cloudy and snow flow suddenly let out a strange cry, and a "skull dead gas" with a diameter of more than ten meters rolled out from his body, like a stormy wave rushing to Chu Tian.
In this ancient cave with closed space, Chu Tian has no way to dodge at all, but to shake!
Dantian's Fandu magic spirit seems to know that it is at the juncture of life and death. It gathers a vast river-like long stream and pours into the Cangyun Yuanchen Sword. The sword blooms angrily and snow reflects the sky, and a kind of "vertical and horizontal eight wildernesses" without hesitation to meet the death army!