This Sword Cultivator Is Too Steady - Chapter 716

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Thousand carp garden.

Dozens of monks from the candle dragon hall and the central spirit flew from the sky, approached here and fell.

At this time, there is a shining channel here.

“Go in and have a look,” said xiugu, the head of the candle dragon hall. “Inside is the small world that the sword sect sent a message to tell us.”

With that, Gu Yuan took the lead in stepping into it, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, others did not hesitate and hurriedly followed.

Virtual boundary.

A huge invisible spirit balloon is still spinning for thousands of years.

Miscellaneous auras rage everywhere.

“The demon clan intends to accumulate aura through the small world, and then trigger a aura storm to hit us in one fell swoop. Fortunately, it was discovered by the sword sect and disrupted their plans.” Gu Yuan said loudly.

“But this is not enough. The demon clan has accumulated such a huge aura through thousands of years of preparation. Why can’t we take advantage of their prepared small world to launch a aura storm to hit them?”

“The sword sect can’t cultivate the Dharma array, so we will give this task to us. We can’t let the sword sect down.”

“Yes!” the crowd answered in unison.

Immediately, they began to investigate the specific situation in their virtual world.

Half an hour later.

“Elder Gu, we have found out the general situation…” after exploring the virtual world, an old candle Dragon Temple friar with white temples came to Gu Yuan and reported the specific situation.

To launch Reiki storm, two conditions must be met.

One is enough and complex aura.

Therefore, huanling demon cultivation opened a small world and spent thousands of years accumulating aura.

They picked up a big bargain and directly took over the small world, saving thousands of years of preparation time.

The second condition is that you need enough power to pry the Reiki storm.

Therefore, huanling sect has arranged a large array to release Reiki in the small world and launch Reiki storm,

In the most ideal state, the spirit tide that the demon family wants to cause is started from Qianliyuan. When the Spirit Storm in Qianliyuan is about to sweep into the second point, the demon cultivation in Bingyu forest starts the spirit storm at the same time.

In this way, the layers are stacked, just like the multi-level propulsion launched by the rocket. After the last seven times, the Reiki storm has become an unstoppable spiritual tide, with the terrorist power and scope that can not be stopped by manpower. It can really be said to be the mighty power of heaven, which brings a fatal blow to the middle spirit friars.

Of course, this is only an ideal situation. Even huanling demon cultivation can’t guarantee that the spirit tide can start so smoothly.

Just like before the launch of the rocket, even after extremely careful calculation, it is inevitable to encounter all kinds of accidents in the launch process, and it is impossible for everything to be satisfactory.

On the Terran side, he took over the small world temporarily, so he could not deeply understand the specific situation and layout, and there was no friar who was proficient in Reiki manipulation and control,

The final spiritual tide is certainly far less powerful than it should be, which is also a matter of helplessness.

However, although it is difficult to achieve such a devastating blow as the demon family originally expected, it is still very promising to hit the demon family army hard.

There is always better than nothing.

But the problem now is

“Ancient elder, we can’t control such a huge aura storm, and it’s one thing that we can’t guarantee the original power,” said the old monk with an embarrassed expression. “More importantly, we can’t delay the riot time of aura storm, even if the array moves, aura storm will break out immediately…”

Gu Yuan looks cold.

It’s like detonating explosives. They’re usually Fuzed.

The burning time of the fuse is used to give them time to react and hide in a safe area.

This is for huanling demon cultivation.

For the Terran side who took over in a hurry, it means that the explosive has no fuse and explodes at a little.

What this means is self-evident.

Guyuan was silent.

“Do you know how the master of Li Xing Tao died?” just then, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

The speaker is a middle-aged man with a square face.

That is the friar of Tianchen Dharma sect, one of the five top sects of Zhongling, Jiuhuan.

The leader of Li Xing Tao who died in Longcheng pass came from their Tianchen Dharma sect.

The Nine Rings point to the direction of longchengguan, “they welcome the demon army, rather die than retreat, and hit the demon army with self explosion.”

“There is a hidden rule in the cultivation world, that is, you’d rather die than explode, because once a monk explodes, he will not exist in this world, and there will be no afterlife.”

“Can he not understand this truth in the realm of the Tao Lord, above the nine realms?”

…….

Li Si’s body was bathed in blood and his chest was scarlet. With his heavy breathing, he was slightly agitated. He didn’t know when his hair band had fallen off. His dry hair was scattered at will. The white snow was stained with it, like dandruff.

The old sword’s bent back was straight, and blood was flowing out of his eyes and over his old face.

He swept forward against the wind and snow, stepped on the snow without trace, jumped up, and cut into the red scale devil like a mountain.

The picture looks like a freeze frame at the moment.

The bright red scale armor, like the matchless general’s red scale devil, frowned, took a step, put out his left arm and clapped his palm on Li Si’s sword.

Li Si’s body flew backwards like a broken kite, but at the moment of flying backwards, he brushed his sleeve, swished twice, and two long swords flew out.

One sword blade was as clear as snow, and the other was as red as blood, like a dragon going to sea. It took an arc, carrying the roaring wind, and shot at his eyes without scales.

This melee sword was just a cover. The real killing move was two flying swords stabbing the red scale devil’s eyes.

The red scale devil raised his right hand and flicked the two flying swords with his curved finger. With the sound of jingling, sparks splashed everywhere.

After landing, Li Si slipped back dozens of cloth, which stabilized his body. Looking up, he saw that the red scale devil’s eyes were full of naked ridicule and disdained his moves.

At the next moment, the red scale devil rushed forward on his own initiative. The roaring sound was like an ancient fierce beast charging. The momentum was like ten thousand horses in battle. He used his palm as a fist and blew out like a sledgehammer.

Li Siyi jumped up and greeted him with a sword.

When he got up, he fell into the thick snow.

The wind and snow increased, making the snow several feet thick.

After Li Si was blasted into the snow with this punch, his body disappeared.

The red scale devil smiled violently and stepped heavily on the snow, trying to burst Li Si like a mole ant.

Li Si kept shuttling under the snow, like a slippery loach, avoiding the footsteps of the red scale devil.

Snow splashed all over the sky.

Finally, the red scale devil no longer plans to consume it.

He lost his patience.

As a result, the red scale devil was full of bright red, and the light of his scales was as bright as a flame.

Then he put a heavy foot on the ground.

Centered on the footsteps of the red scale devil, snowflakes exploded successively along the extension line, rumbling like a thunderstorm to the depths of the dense forest.

If you don’t show up, you’ll be forced to show up!

Li Si finally showed up and jumped out of the snow.

He was covered with white snowflakes.

Although Li Si seemed to be dancing at the tip of the knife, which was extremely dangerous and his life was hanging on the line, in fact, his heart was as calm as water and extremely calm.

He has been doing one thing since the beginning of the battle.

Nourish potential.

Raise the sword.

The so-called cultivation of potential is generally closed sheath cultivation of sword for sword cultivation.

That is the so-called ten years to grind a sword.

But Li Si found another way and learned a move to raise the potential of the sword.

Each sword comes out without sword Qi, which is contained in the sword body. In this way, the more swords come out, the more powerful the sword Qi in the sword body will become until there is no way to raise it.

At the moment, the sword in Li Si’s hand was as strong as the wind, as strong as the snow, and as fierce as the dragon.

His body cut through the flying snow, and the sword in his hand pointed at the red scale devil.

The sword Qi poured out of the lake like a flood, and suddenly swept into the eyes of the red scale devil.

The overwhelming sword Qi scattered all the flying snow.

Not to mention the lethality, it’s amazing that a Wujing sword cultivation can deliver such a great sword.

The ferocious eyes of liupin’s red scale devil showed serious eyes for the first time. His left hand condensed red light and blew his fist at the mighty sword.

Dang Dang.

Sparks splashed and clanged.

His steps were retreating and his figure was shaking, but the sword Qi in front of him was endless and had no intention of stopping.

The red scale devil’s face changed greatly, and he quickly blew out his right fist.

His body shape was pushed back for tens of feet again. During this period, the overflowing sword Qi constantly bombarded him and sounded a clang.

The blink of an eye is a hundred sounds.

The red scale devil kept throwing his fist.

The flesh covered with scales gradually exudes bright red blood.

Boom!

The rivers are dry and the world is exhausted. The sword Qi of Li 400 sword is finally exhausted.

The old Jian Xiu, whose birthday is approaching and has not lived for several years, hung his hands powerlessly, and his eyes shot forward like a sword.

There, the red scale devil’s scales turned upside down, with countless white marks, and his body shook constantly, looking like he was going to fall at any time.

But it didn’t fall after all.

Li Si took a long breath, a little regretful.

“I can’t do it after all…”

Although he was seriously injured by the cultivation of five realms, the six grade red scale devil was very great. Unfortunately, he was only seriously injured and didn’t kill him.

Killing six products in five realms is never as simple as imagined.

So he’s the next to die.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the deeds of the contemporary sword sect shaozong’s four kingdoms and six kingdoms, which he saw on the Tianji list and the Yellow list a few years ago.

“It’s amazing. If I could have half of him, I could kill this devil today.” he murmured, and immediately remembered that dirty little face.

“Girl, live well…”

I have to say, there are still some regrets and reluctance.

The red scale devil stabilized his shaking body, but his anger could no longer be suppressed.

His anger rose from his heart. He raised his fist and burst out at Li Si.

Li Siping quietly closed his eyes.

Li Si is not dead.

Because there was a thunder in his ear.

He quickly opened his eyes.

It was a cold sword rarely seen in Li Si’s life. The light of the sword was extremely overbearing.

The red scale devil showed his panic, shook his fist and tried to stop the flying sword.

But in vain.

His huge fist was instantly broken in the light of the sword as thin as the stars.

The sword light followed the arm of the red scale devil and pushed forward inch by inch, ignoring the hard and thick scales.

The flesh of the red scale devil was destroyed inch by inch.

For a moment.

A blood mist exploded.

For Li Si, the almost invincible red scale devil was destroyed with one sword.

The “generals” dressed in bright red like flame armor have disappeared, leaving only a red flashing sword light wandering.

Li Si calmed down. With a flash of divine Kung Fu, two men appeared in front of him.

One looks incomparably handsome, the other is much more ordinary, but his bearing is extraordinary.

Lu Qingshan, Mo Yan.

Lu Qingshan, who had been on his way to find the fluctuations sensed by the green snake and traced the root, sensed the fluctuations here from a distance. Hearing the sound, he saw the last scene just at the right time.

“What’s the name of your last sword? Where did you come from? Where did you learn it?” Lu Qingshan read it in his heart, took the dragon and sparrow into his body, looked at Li Si, who was still bleeding at the corner of his mouth, and couldn’t help asking.

After seeing Li Qiufu’s sword, Xia Daokai’s sword and the battle method of the mangcang devil, there are few sword skills that Lu Qingshan looks at differently today.

Even Lu Qingshan didn’t expect that he would be amazed by the sword skill of a sword cultivation whose cultivation is lower than his own.

“Thank you for your help. Li Si must remember it.” Li Si was stunned. First, he hugged Lu Qingshan slightly and thanked him hoarsely.

Jian Xiu’s temperament was so unique that he immediately recognized the smell of the same kind and knew that it was Lu Qingshan’s hand.

“As for this sword….. It’s called Yuezhan. Where did you learn it? Old man Li, I have no school and no sect. I just repaired it in a casual way. There’s nowhere to learn this sword, but I practiced it myself.” then, Li sicai began to seriously respond to Lu Qingshan’s question.

“Good sword,” Lu Qingshan said sincerely.

“No, what kind of good sword can a sword that can’t kill the enemy……” Li Si waved his hand and said, = coughed violently again, vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground, printed on the white snow like a Chimonanthus.

There was no blood in his face, his feet faltered and his breath was disordered.

Lu Qingshan frowned and pondered for a moment.

WOW~

In the moment when Li Si didn’t react, a faint blue sword light flashed away and cut at him.

He was terrified.

Then the sword light converged.

A warm air stream grew from his body and quickly healed his injury.

Li Si raised his head and looked at Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan just slowly retracted his sword.

Forget the river: Blue falling sword.

“Why are you here?” Lu Qingshan asked again.

Li Si hesitated for a moment and then told the whole story.

In the demon occupied area, everyone’s friars are comrades in arms, so there’s nothing to hide.

“Again…” Lu Qingshan’s eyes flickered slightly.

Along the way, Li Si was not the first human friar he met, nor would he be the last.

These people’s congresses are “old pawns” who retired from Longcheng pass.

Their accomplishments are not high and they can’t fundamentally change anything.

In fact, Lu Qingshan didn’t know. According to later statistics, there were more than 50000 monks who left their hometown and spontaneously rushed to the front line in the battle of zhonglingdao and demons.

Less than half of the old sword practitioners who were supposed to enjoy their days in their hometown and teach disciples finally returned to their hometown to spend their old age.

The rest are buried in this land forever.

There is no grave, no tombstone, only a long sword to sleep with.