Chapter 8 Witchcraft
In addition to the ancient forbidden place, the birds sing in the mountains. Except for the roar of fighting faintly from the distant peaks, there is no other noise. There is a gentle mountain wind, blowing gently from a distance, and the mountains are shaking together, as if it is not the scenery of the world.
Under the four powerful characters of Huanyue Cave, the quaint stone walls outside the cave have peeled off a lot, as if recording the endless years are quietly flowing here. At this moment, the mountain seemed to be silent, watching the two men confront each other silently.
How many years have passed quietly like this? When I look back, how many old friends are left?
Lin Jingyu has been silent, but the expression on his face has been changing dramatically at the same time. Only his eyes have never left the ghostly figure. The man standing in front of him silently! Is it really Zhang Xiaofan at the beginning?
Finally, he opened his mouth, with a low and slightly hoarse voice, and said, "Why did you kill him?" He is just an old man.'
The muscles on the ghost's face seemed to twitched. He looked up at Lin Jingyu. The childhood playmate had faint blue veins on his face. It could be seen that he was trying his best to control his emotions, but such a strong expression seemed to be his innate appearance!
It's like he was already familiar with it when he was a child. And now, he stands there openly, standing in the sun, questioning himself...
Deep in the dense forest, there seemed to be a pair of dark eyes, staring coldly at the two men.
Ghost stared at him for a long time and slowly said, "He's in my way."
Lin Jingyu snorted, and then he looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, as if he had said something to himself. After a moment, when he turned back, he was already indifferent.
He looked deeply at the ghost, looked at the face that was once extremely familiar, but now so strange, and said coldly, 'From the beginning of the disaster in Caomiao Village, when only the two of us survived, I always thought you were my brother, you know?'
The corners of the ghost's mouth ** for a moment and nodded slowly.
Lin Jingyu stared at him and said, "In my heart, I have always thought that the two of us are the closest people, so even if you betrayed Qingyun ten years ago, I have always had hope that one day you can get lost and return to the right path." For the first time, there was a bleak expression on his face, but in this disappointment, there was still a faint expression of hatred. He sneered and said, 'However, I was still wrong after all. I should have understood that you were no longer not my best brother Zhang Xiaofan in those years. You are now a murderer of the magic religion, and
He smiled miserably, and his face was even more determined. He only listened to the sound of the dragon's chanting. The blue light was bright, and the 'dragon-killing sword' came out of its sheath. The sword spirit was like a dragon, surging, and he wanted to choose someone to eat, reflecting Lin Jingyu's young
'You and I were in love in the past, and today we cut it off!'
The sonorous words are like resolute. Then a blue light sword light tore through the silence and swept across the hard ground stones, roaring for a long time. After the hustle and bustle, what was left was a deep sword mark on the slate between the two people.
Ghost's face suddenly changed, and even his body trembled gently for some reason. He stared at the deep mark on the ground, and for the first time, there was an unconcealable trace of pain on his face.
The sword mark is so deep that it is embedded in the hard stone and can no longer be erased. He looked at the trace so much that he even neglected what Lin Jingyu said.
Deep sword marks, once upon a time, did they seem to have known each other?
It seems that at any time, there is also a person who cherishes in his heart, as if he is so ruthless and so resolute!
Deep scars, deep scars, cut through the stone slabs under your feet, cut off the love of the world, hurt, but whose heart?
As if he couldn't breathe, the ghost gasped involuntarily, and even his body began to tremble uncontrollably, but the next moment, he controlled himself again. An excited expression flashed across his face and never appeared again. He slowly bowed his head, unknown, and quietly gritted his teeth.
Then, he looked up and looked at Lin Jingyu for a long time. He clenched his hands into fists, and even his nails fell deep into the flesh.
But he smiled on his face.
Lin Jingyu became more and more angry and said, "What are you laughing at?"
Gui Li stared at him for a long time and whispered, "Are you lost?" He suddenly laughed loudly, laughed bitterly, and said, 'I'm lost. I can't find the way, but what is the right way, your way?'
Lin Jingyu said harshly, "Yes, the right way is the right way. If you betray the right way, you will fall into the lost way."
'Boh!'
Lin Jingyu's body was shocked and he was stunned.
Gui Li's face was miserable. He looked up at the sky and spit angrily: 'Who said that the right way is the right way? Did you say that? The right path you are talking about is the right path. Why does your Qingyun have to be the right path?'
Lin Jingyu frowned and showed a murderous face. He said coldly, 'Since you and I have broken our kindness, why say so much!'
Gui Li looked at it coldly and said, 'Are you going to kill me?'
Lin Jingyu said awe-inspiringly, "The old man who died under you has taught me carefully over the past ten years, treating me like a son, as heavy as a mountain, just like my father. He died at your hands, and if you are stubborn and unrepentant, I will eliminate harm for the people and avenge him.'
Gui Li sneered and said, "There are so many jackals in the world, and it's not interesting, but my wish is not fulfilled, and I can't die."
Lin Jingyu smiled for a long time, full of contempt. The dragon sword and sword lit up and said coldly, "No more nonsense, you and I have been in the past ten years, let's end it today!'
The ghost snorted, and the faint blue light lit up in his right hand, and the black light of the burning stick in those years flew quietly.
The birds sing gently, the mountains are quieter, the mountains are green, the breeze is gentle, and the sky is under the sky. Before the thousand-year-old cave, the two childhood friends were coldly opposite to fight for life and death.
At this time, suddenly, from the place behind the two of them, there was a low roar from the 'Fantasy Moon Cave', and the surrounding earth began to tremble slightly, and their look changed.
At the moment when they had not yet reacted, in the thousand-year-old cave, a purple gas flashed by. In a blink of an eye, the purple gas rose, covering the cave, and the clouds surged. During this time, there was a thunderous sound. The purple gas was like a pillar, and the momentum rushed straight up to the sky
There are only two men left in front of such wonders of heaven and earth. At this moment, they look very small. They are flying in their clothes and indifferent to each other again.
The wind is bleak.
At the peak of the sky, it was solemn and solemn. Not only was the crows silent here, but even the black beast demons in front of them seemed to feel something. They calmed down one after another, silently looked up and looked up at the sky.
Standing on the huge head of the white-bone monster, the bright silk clothes on the beast god's body gently floated in the wind, a seemingly young man's face, but in his eyes were not knowing how many wind and frosts, he also looked at the grand sword array gradually emerging in the sky.
The majestic purple gas first rises from the place behind the peak of Qingyun Mountain. Its speed is like electricity, and its momentum is unparalleled. It rises to the sky, like a huge purple pillar standing on the top of the sky, and suddenly appears in this vast world. It was only seen that the purple gas was steaming, surging, rising through the air, and finally falling on the stone-like ancient sword of Zhuxian.
The next moment, the ancient sword of the Jade Dynasty lit up. Even if it was far away, countless human creatures could still feel that in the high half of the sky, there seemed to be something in the ancient sword, just touched it and slowly woke up from a long sleep.
On the ancient sword of the Jade Dynasty, a little light bloomed, reflecting the face of Dao Xuan Zhenren.
He was dressed in a dark green robe without wind, hunting and hunting. He held a sword in his right hand, his face was in awe, and he clenched the sword in his left hand. His low voice came from heaven and earth, like a Sanskrit singing, like a strange spell, and echoing far away. Suddenly, he waved his left sword and stabbed straight into the sky. Almost at the same time, at the other six towering peaks in the Qingyun Mountains, the six-color light rose at the same time, like a long rainbow running through the sky, breaking through the sky, crossing the long track in the sky, and finally fell on the ancient sword of the Jade
In an instant, the ancient sword of the Jade Dynasty was swallowed up by the dazzling light. Like the rising sun falling into the world, it could not be seen. The brilliant light burst out from the ancient sword, and then dispersed the black gas that was originally hovering at the end of the sky without a trace.
In the strong light, the seven-color light merges into one, rises in the dazzling white light, and in the sky, it turns into a huge seven-color sword, with brilliant light and rainbow flashing. Subsequently, under the continuous injection of the aura of the seven-vein mountain peaks, the huge color main sword began to gradually grow larger, and gradually separated all kinds of small monochromatic swords in the process of getting bigger. More and more densely began to be distributed in the sky.
On the ground, a cheer broke out in the crowd. Countless young disciples, whether under the Qingyun Gate or not, showed admiration and looked up at the mythical majestic sword array in the sky. And many people who have experienced the turmoil of Qingyun ten years ago seem to be quite complicated at this moment. Some people are happy and some are silent.
In the crowd, in the smiling crowd of young disciples around her, Lu Xueqi silently looked up at the brilliant and imposing array of Jade Dynasty Swords. The glow of the road was even reflected from the sky, covering all the crowd, including her, and reflecting her cheeks. However, on her cold and beautiful face, there was no expression, only a pair of bright eyes, reflected the seven-color light, quiet, flashing strange feelings, but after all, no one could see her deep in her heart.
Ten years have passed inadvertently. Who remembers the heartbreaking roar at the top of Qingyun Mountain? Who remembers the young man who fell into despair?
Lu Xueqi's body trembled gently, as if she suddenly thought of something unbearable and touching, and even the expression on her face was gloomy. Only subconsciously, she held the Tianya sword in her hand tighter.
The shadow of the sword all over the sky is getting denser and denser, with infinite light, covering the whole sky.
In the pupils of the beast god's eyes, the infinite sword shadow of the whole sky is reflected. After looking at it for a long time, he nodded, his face was awe-inspiring, and sighed: 'Sure enough, it is a magic work. Unexpectedly, there is such an uninhabited figure in Middle-earth, which It's really great!'
He clapped his hands and said three times in a row: 'Amazing!'
'Amazing!'
'Amazing!'
He was so amazed, but there was no trace of fear on his face, or, no one knew that there was still fear of such an inhuman, ghost-like thing like him?
In the wind and clouds, the huge white bone monster roared in a low voice, slowly rising and standing in the air, facing the water unicorn with teeth and claws in front of him, and Dao Xuan Zhenren standing on the back of the water unicorn.
The wind blows, and the sky is silent!
The noise of those crowds and demons under their feet seems to have suddenly become far away. Only two people are facing each other face to face. The sky and the earth are empty, but they seem to be narrow and can't accommodate two people.
Two people look at each other.
Dao Xuan Zhenren said coldly: ' Under the sword of the Jade Dynasty, the demons and evil spirits have never escaped alive. If you are smart, you will surrender. If you are autistic for a lifetime in Qingyun Mountain, I can spare your life.'
The beast god was stunned and then laughed. He ignored it, but shook his head slightly, and his face seemed to be a little sarcastic. Seeing this, Dao Xuanzhen said no more words. He took a deep breath, clenched the ancient sword of Zhuxian in his right hand, and suddenly made a move with his left hand. In the sky, an orange gas sword suddenly came out of the group from the array of the Zhuxian sword, sent out a sharp roar, and shot at the beast god.
The beast god's face was indifferent, but his eyes were fixed on the flying air sword. The orange sword flew to less than ten feet in front of him in a blink of an eye. The beast god suddenly raised his left hand, and his five-finger flat suit unfolded in the direction of the air sword.
In mid-air, the black gas was born out of thin air. In front of the beast god, it instantly condensed into a black shield wall, with the upper and lower tips, abruptly blocked in front of the orange sword.
After a while, the orange gas sword hit the black shield!
Between heaven and earth, at that moment, it is still silent.
'Boom!'
Then, like the rising sun leaped out of the water, the sky and the earth roared at the beginning, and the huge roar burst out in an instant. In the black air orange light, a few electric lights flashed a few times before slowly fading.
These two things were originally invisible, but like the hardest treasures in the world shaking each other, the whole sky and the world are shrouded in a huge roar.
Invisible sound waves, passing by the strong wind, Qingyun Mountain, everyone's ears are buzzing, and their faces are pale. Although everyone knew that these two people were extremely high in Taoism, as soon as they fought, it was really unexpected that the seemingly ordinary one to test each other was so powerful. At the same time, the final outcome of this fight was even more unpredictable.
Some people have even vaguely thought in their hearts that after this catastrophe, under such a fierce struggle, I don't know what will happen again on Qingyun Mountain.
In mid-air, Dao Xuan Zhenren and the beast god looked at each other with no expression, and there was no surprise at all. Under the brilliant colorful sword, a mass of black gas around the beast god looks particularly dazzling.
For a long time, Dao Xuanzhen seemed to snort gently. The sword formula of his left hand was introduced. When the Taoist robe flew, the shining ancient sword Zhuxian flashed against his hand, but in the sky, the wind suddenly rose, and the shadow of the swords all over the sky was shaking in an instant. For a while, the sky was so bright and dazzling that it was almost impossible to see.
The face of the beast god changes, and the mind is relative. Sure enough, after a moment, starting from the back of Dao Xuanzhen, dozens of colorful swords had turned their heads and trembled in the air, aimed at the beast god. The cold air surged in a blink of an eye. Before long, half of the air swords in the air, I don't know how much at a glance, seemed to be manipulated by invisible forces, and slowly turned their heads.
Between heaven and earth, there is a meaning of killing. But there was no other person to marvel at it. Dao Xuan Zhenren's medieval sword Zhuxian was already soaring. At the same time, the ground, like an angry tide bursting, the waves patted the shore, and more than a hundred monochromatic gas swords in the Zhuxian sword array became a huge sword rain of seven feet long and wide, and
The sky is full of the sound of breaking the air, and the sound of 'swoot' is all over the world. The beast god looked at the overwhelming rain of swords and shouted loudly. The huge evil spirits and demons under his feet looked up to the sky and howled in one voice, and his voice was extremely sad. But seeing that his hands were wide open and closed, his posture was swinging, and his movements were clumsy. Even if he was far away, somehow, strange and desolate songs sounded in everyone's ears at the same time.
The song is very different from that of Middle-earth. It is desolate and majestic, like a wild beast roaring up to the sky at night of wind and rain, and it is even more inexhaustible.
With the low ancient sound, accompanied by the sound of drums and drums, the beast god suddenly rose around the black gas, as dark as ink, flowing quickly in the wind, almost like a black dragon with teeth and claws, looking at the world.