The Path Toward Heaven

Practitioners are hard to be assassinated because they are very sensitive to changes in the Qi machine.

Zhao Layue is good at deducing calculations, and his sword is clear, so he is naturally better at it.But when she walked into Taoist temple, she failed to find any problems.Not because she was thinking of seeing the successor of March, but she was distracted, but because the formation did not have any killing opportunities, it was extremely indifferent, and it was very difficult to find because it was integrated with ordinary landscapes.

It is mysterious and rare to be able to integrate the formation that changes the breath of heaven and earth with heaven and earth again.

Only those authentic Xuan Men with deep heritage can do it.

A sword blew, and the dilapidated Taoist temple was illuminated with fiery red, like the twilight coming early, igniting all the trees in the valley.

Fu Sijian shuttled through the air at an unimaginable speed, cutting countless straight lines around her body, as if to cut the space.

The extremely dense lines formed a barrier and protected her inside.

Zhao Layue knew clearly that he must not be an ordinary monk, and he was definitely not an opponent.

Confidence and pride will not affect her judgment.

She never thought about finding the enemy and then attacking, and she used the most powerful sword to protect herself as soon as possible.

This is not a sword move in the Nine Dead Sword Skills, but a sword move created by Jingyang Zhenren based on a certain Taoist method of Shui Yuean. It is said that it is related to some kind of worm called the silkworm.

This is what Jing Jiu taught when she taught the sword technique.

"This is the Firth sword left by Jingyang real person? Sure enough, it is perfect. Your swordsmanship, response, and determination are also perfect."

A man in black came out of the twilight red light.

This man in black has a very strong breath, a black cloth on his face, and he should have changed his face with some kind of exercise.

Zhao Layue looked at each other across the sword net and didn't speak.

She had some guesses about the person's true identity, and should have a high status in that sect, because he carried his hands on his back, and he looked confident and proud.

The man in black said: "It's the legendary Zhao Layue. Unfortunately, with such a powerful sword move, your current state can only support up to dozens of breathing time, and in this way, you can't use the sword book Ask for help, in other words, you are trapped in a dead end. What's the point of living for so long? "

Zhao Layue knew what the man in black said was justified, but also a temptation.

Nan Wang and the disciples of Qingshan are still in Chaoge City, which is only more than two hundred miles away. They can come over at the fastest speed and it will not take too long.

The question is, if she asks for help with the sword book, how long can she support without the flying sword on the side?It may even be killed instantly.

Zhao Layue didn't speak, because it didn't make sense, and it didn't make sense to delay time.

Her sword yuan is draining at high speed.

The twilight gradually became thicker, and the worn Taoism shrouded in it gave birth to a vicissitudes of beauty.

Beautiful scenery is not a beautiful thing, because it shows that the speed of Firth's sword is gradually slowing down, and the colors will be more vivid.

It was also because of the slowdown that Furth Sword began to produce Jian Xiao and brought up the sword wind.

The dilapidated Taoist wall was blown by the sword wind, and the dust fell.

The mud statue provided in the Taoist temple was only half of the head eroded by the wind and rain of the years, and it also became slower with the naked eye.

The sand fell to the ground like an hourglass, and time walked towards the end.

Zhao Layue moved just before the head of the mud statue was nearly smoothed out.

She stretched her right hand into the air in front of her.

The twilight of the room suddenly closed and landed in her hand, as if turning into a red sun.

She took hold of the Firth sword and carried a residual image on her body, and then stabbed him in black.

——The sword doesn't leave your hand, so you don't have to worry about being influenced by the opponent's powerful exercises.

At the Haishen Temple outside Haizhou City, she used this trick to kill the young man's steward.

The man in black is very calm. It should have known her move in advance. She easily avoided several swords and slammed it down.

It was the palm that fell, but the sleeves that flew.

It may be that he is afraid of the power of Firth's sword, and it is more likely that he does not want to leave traces of clues. He has no magic weapon.

Even so, he is not resistant to Zhao Layue.

The black man's sleeves flew up, and there were ink-like waves in the night.

The roaring wind of the whistling went with his sleeves and was extremely fierce, but the breath was so magnificent, obviously it should be the authentic practice of Xuanmen, and it was extremely bright.

With a loud bang, Zhao Layue flew away and hit the wall of Taoist Temple heavily.

Her body fell to the ground with rain-like broken bricks, and there was blood at the corners of her lips.

The man in black turned his sleeves at will and broke her sword.

The realm gap between the two sides is too great, and it is impossible to make up for it with Dao heart, fighting will and courage.

But her expression was still indifferent, and she didn't see any fear on her face, because this was what she had already understood.

Just as she hit the wall, the Forth Sword fluttered like a stone, suddenly suddenly regained vitality and broke out of the roof!

Whoosh!

Fu Sijian flew to the horizon, and soon disappeared, leaving only a bloody afterimage.

This is sword book communication.

The man in black ignored it because it was something he had already calculated, or what he wanted to happen.

Even if Zhao Layue is higher than the realm in the intelligence, it has broken through to the upper limit, and the distance to control the sword is only a few miles.

If she wanted to inform the Qingshan compatriots in Chaoge City by sword book communication, she could only use that method to forcibly cut off contact with Forth Sword and let it go.

This practice will cause the sword master to be seriously injured by counterattack, and afterwards, if you want to re-establish contact with the flying sword, it will take longer to cultivate, which is not worth it.

Qingshan disciples will only make this choice when they are facing great danger, or even knowing that they will die.

Of course, if Zhao Layue can survive today, this price is worth it.

The question is, when Firth is away, what will she use to resist the opponent's attack?Or does she already know that she must die?

People in black think of the latter.

He shot Zhao Layue across the sky.

The air suddenly deformed, and the light falling from the roof was refracted in a mess.

A powerful and continuous power, echoing in Taoist temples, overlapped like mountains, and rolled towards the front.

This violent force did not affect Taoism itself. There were no cracks in the dilapidated walls, and even the dust did not fall.

Such a fine degree of control proves that there are other things in this black man's terrible realm.

It is a very unwise thing to deliberately exercise such control at such moments.

So the truth of the matter is that the man in black has no deliberate control, everything is natural.

Zhao Layue confirms the origin of the other side naturally, and his eyes become brighter.

When the man in black came to Zhao Layue, he turned into a fist.

Wan Zhongshan condensed into a stone, and it was possible to imagine how heavy it was.

Even if it is the city wall of Chaoge City, I am afraid that it will be penetrated by this punch.

The most unwilling thing for Qingshan disciples is to get close to the enemy. In that case, Feijian is forced to defend, and cannot kill the enemy freely, which means that he is tied to his own hands.

The man in black looked at Zhao Layue with the eyes of the dead.

You do n’t even have a sword, what can you do?

Zhao Layue raised his hands and greeted the fist.

A crackling sound.

Numerous sword intentions were born in her hands.

Those swords are extremely pure and absolutely sharp.

The dilapidated Taoist walls and roof were shredded and collapsed toward the ground.