I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert - Chapter 235

Upon closer inspection, Wanhua has become the legs of a flower stem, and a thin vine spreads out and is connected to the small tree.

When entering the door, Wanhua was trying to hook up Jianmu.

She found that there seemed to be some emotional fluctuations in Jianmu, which was not the transmission of Yuanshen, but the transmission of blood-linked information.

The meaning in it is faintly pointing to the sky, which means that Jianmu wants to accumulate strength to grow taller to the extent that he can barely connect the boundary between the heavens and the humans and let the people of the heavens come down.

Wanhua suddenly understood.

It turned out that Li Xuan didn’t stay behind closed doors, but because other plans needed to go to the heavens, or that she had already arranged a follow-up for her.

“Unexpectedly… even this step was counted by him.”

Jianmu still can’t support the heaven and the earth, but the avenue on it, like the Dinghai Shenzhen needle, makes the heaven and the earth stronger, enough to withstand the lower immortal gods descending from the earth.

As expected, when in Langya Sea Pavilion, I was afraid that my every move was invisible. Listening to the words of the half-sage Su Jin just now, Jianmu is very important to their plan, and the three souls are also indispensable.

Li Xuan may not care about her life or death, but no matter what happened, he would never watch the three souls of heaven, earth and man fall into the hands of the Zhou Dynasty, so he didn’t take me completely, and he wouldn’t let Lingyin take away calmly.

Even….. It may be a deliberate act to elicit the semi-sacred capital in the future.

“Is this the mind of Mighty? I thought I had seen everything before, but I didn’t expect that he even revealed his identity deliberately…”

Wanhua’s face was bitter.

Invisibly, Li Xuan had blocked her retreat. Even if she knew that she was just a pawn, she had no choice.

Either by Yongzheng Nether, or by helping Jianmu guide a certain fairy **** from the sky.

Jianmu gave off a little light, the leaves of the branches began to flourish rapidly, and the entire tree body was raised several times. For mortals, it was a towering tree.

At the same time, the space seemed to be torn apart by a small mouth, and an astonishing sword intent faintly appeared in it.

“Shit!”

The sword comes first before the person arrives.

A handful of sharp exercises poured down like a long river, whirled through each ink character, and then smashed Wanhua’s imprisonment to pieces.

Then Jian Guang whirled back and was grasped by an old hand.

“Bai… Rainbow…”

Su Jin took two steps back, which seemed unbelievable, but immediately felt that it made sense.

Jianmu is the most familiar person, Zhang Que is one of them, so it is normal that he can be summoned from the heavens from the heavens.

But what is unbelievable is that Zhang Queer has only the cultivation base of Tianxian, but he is terribly strong. That seemingly simple sword, without the waves of the mountains and the tsunami, has chopped off the turbidity of the netherworld.

You know, he has placed the soul in the netherworld at this time, and the stale air is formed by the filthy sinking between the world and the earth. Apart from being wiped out by the surname Li once before, it is almost innocent.

This is definitely not something that Tianxian cultivation base can do.

“The original surname Li left behind is the sword head of Buyun.”

Wanhua was a little worried at first, seeing Jianguang as cold as a secluded spring, and he was immediately relieved.

Bai Hong took this opportunity to take advantage of Zhang Que’s two swords as if they were integrated. The swords handed out did not differentiate, but seemed to be pervasive, faintly pointing to all the vital points in Su Jin’s body.

“Hehe, it seems that you have learned a lot from that weed sword intent.”

Su Jin’s current cultivation level cannot be measured by the standards of the immortal world. That is another system, and it is also a path adapted to Xintiandi. The victory lies in the treacherous and changeable methods.

Facing the sword light, Su Jin felt his hairs bursting, but he didn’t panic, and opened his mouth:

“cut!”

The obscure literary spirit is condensed into lipstick and tongue, and the sharp meaning is not weak at all.

Immediately, a mottled literary palace appeared on the top of his head, and the literary spirit inside it gushed out like a tide, forming a protection around the body.

“Crack!”

Bai Hong struck each other with lips, guns, and swords, and the buzzing sound reverberated in the small world of the yard.

After all, Zhang Queer’s sword spirit was sharp and sharp, cutting through his lips and tongue like a bamboo pole, leaving a righteous scratch on it, which was able to disperse in the air.

After that, the person holding the sword disappeared, only the white rainbow swam through the waves and cut the waves to separate the turbid energy.

However, the thick turbid energy is like a miasma that never dissipates all year round, condensing into substance, constantly dissolving the sharp white rainbow sword energy.

For a time, the two parties fell into a stalemate.

Just now.

“Master, the disciple is late.”

A shout came from the outside, Yu Ding leaped out of the void with a stab, with a calligraphy and painting on top of his head, holding a soft sword in his hand, and the bright sword intent on it has reached the second rank. Not only that, he has been deeply aware of Li Xuan. The remaining picture of sharpening the sword in the snow, while comprehending the artistic conception in it, is also constantly tempering oneself.

This is not a simple sword, but a gathering of countless second-rank sword intents, twisted into a rope by the power of the sword figure.

He obviously only has the second grade, and with the help of Li Xuan’s handwriting, he dares to participate in this level of battle.

“Oh…the debt is to be paid after all.”

Yang Qing also arrived, offering a small wooden sculpture, and behind him appeared a phantom with a horrifying sword and a thrilling spirit.

The person wielding the knife is not him, or the second-rank in the world, who is not qualified to participate in the war.

He was only acting as a carrier, temporarily connecting the true meaning of the statue, and causing the saint of Wuzhong to descend.

The military commander Xuying Danfeng’s eyes opened slightly, and the glamorous, glamorous saw wind and clouds gathered and cut down in one fell swoop.

Facing the encirclement of the three people, Ban Sheng did not show any panic, and opened his mouth and began to recite poetry.

This is the eloquence of Confucian and Taoist literati.

Countless weird turbidity condensed into weapons, some were condensed into the human form of civil servants and generals, and some were intangible, but formed various negative effects on the three of them like ripples.

Weak, sluggish, lack of energy…

Suffering from the violent shock of the Wanhua Divine Soul, he felt that his forehead was hit by a sledgehammer, and he fell into a coma directly.

The connection with the small tree was also interrupted, and suddenly the leaves like Jianmu and jade were all dimmed.

Having lost Jianmu’s suppression, Half Saint breathed out comfortably, as if he had taken off some kind of shackles.

On the other side, the pitch black ink was also broken by two sword lights and a phantom that exuded blood like a blazing sun.

Hula.

The violent wind blows, and the stale air is completely blown away.

But Wu Sheng Xuying suddenly dimmed, as if a candle in the wind might burst at any time.

This is not because Wu Sheng is not strong, but Yang Qing who urged him is only second-grade after all, even if it is a holy relic, it must comply with the Basic Law, and a powerful power needs a flame to be ignited.

Yang Qing’s face was pale, and he took two spirit pills, temporarily not able to participate in the war.

Not to mention Yu Ding, the sword sharpening figure in the snow pays attention to “savings”, and just then he has exhausted his accumulation and squandered it.

The strength of the second grade is simply unable to resist the weird means of Semi-Holy.

The two looked at each other and moved away decisively, lest they stay and let Zhang Queer be restrained. For this kind of fairy **** level contest, their combat power is too insignificant.

The soldiers in the palace also appeared on the street. They were not here to fight, but to prevent the people from leaving.

Jianmu has lost the ability to suppress it, and the aftermath of the battle within it will also spread. If it is not evacuated in time, Buyun Town may become a ghost.

Yu Dinghe looked at the unidentified people, but they were forcibly taken out of the house by the soldiers, but they still looked worried.

It’s already too late.

“Ha ha ha… Not bad, is this what Li Xuan left behind?”

Half-Saint Su Jin stretched out his hand, patted twice, then shook his head and said: “He probably can’t make a move, there is no Dragon Palace here.

If I didn’t say that the primordial spirit entrusted Netherworld, this human incarnation might have been killed by your Bai Hong, but it’s a pity…”

He squeezed a decision.

Suddenly, the ground vibrated, countless traces of black flame burning appeared in the courtyard, and wildfire like wildfire spread wildly.

The formation that resembles the blooming of lotus petals is exactly the Tongyou formation that appeared in Yandu in the past!

Moreover, those who didn’t talk about martial ethics condensed a sword, and flew towards Wanhua.

Although Wanhua was a Jianmu Heavenly Soul and would not die, Su Jin still made a sneak attack.

He wanted Zhang Queer to fall into a dilemma like he did in the past.

Save one person, or save the common people in Buyun Town?

Zhang Queer sighed softly and threw his flying sword to the center of the formation pattern.

Immediately he moved his body, appeared in front of Wanhua, and pointed his claws at the dark lips and swords.

He couldn’t let go.

Entering the blade empty-handed, he felt a burning pain.

Losing the magical artifact may not be a big deal to other practitioners, just change the magical artifact.

But for him who was loyal to the sword and sincere to the sword, he chose to throw out the sword in his hand, which was tantamount to giving up the swordsmanship he had always upheld.

“puff!”

The sound of the sword’s cutting edge.

Blood came out of Zhang Que’er’s nose and mouth, and the black sword pierced the skin of his palm, and traces of blood fell along the edge of the sword.

And the tip of the sword has been pierced into his chest.

The immortal body was not much stronger than a mortal under the penetration of the sword of turbidity. After hitting this, the obscure turbidity eroded the limbs and skeletons along the sword’s edge, quickly corroding the power of the immortal.

There was a sound of gold and iron ahead.

The Baihong Sword was held in the palm of Su Jin, wailing bursts of wailing, and spiderweb-like cracks spread from his fingertips, as if he was begging for the owner’s rescue.

But Zhang Queer just reached out his hand…

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Su Jin tried hard with five fingers.

This magic weapon refined by Gengjin Mountain blasted to pieces.

Zhang Queer’s eyes stared blankly, even if the flying fragments made a blood mark on his cheek, it seemed unheard of.

Even if the sacrifice is not long, it is far less than the level of life and death, there is still a tearing pain in his heart.

Zhang Queer stared blankly at a part of Bai Hongjian’s remains, which was crushed and fell from between Su Jin’s fingers.

He remembered that when he first entered the rivers and lakes, he had made a great reputation, and the challengers were constantly coming and going, and finally he had to make a rule. The loser would fold his sword, and he would not use the sword for life.

“One day, you will feel the feeling of saber being broken.”

Zhang Queer’s ears echoed, what the great sword masters said when he created the capital.

The Tongyou Array is still extending, covering the fields where Jianmu is located, including the ten thousand flowers lying on the ground.

Yu Ding went back and forth, quickly untied his belt and threw it out, dragging his master back.

At this time, the ever-extending Tongyou Great Formation seemed to be hindered.

A scroll of paintings flew out from the back hall as white as a waterfall.

To be precise, it is an unfinished painting.

On the background of the rice paper, the laurel trees are in the forest, the mist is heavy and silver, and the moon palace stands tall.

An independent woman standing under the moon, in the cold and noble, reveals a trace of loneliness and sorrow, and the most important thing is that this woman’s face seems to have not had time to paint, so you can know how beautiful this person is.

Zhang Que’er remembered that when Xiao Li said that when he painted this woman, it was difficult to show the whole picture with any pen and ink. Without the finishing touch, he simply left it alone.

A woman’s voice sounded in the picture scroll.

The words are concise and concise, just one word.

“roll.”

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