The Sword Dynasty
Chapter 411
Two prison officers wearing blue mantles appeared in front of the cell for the first time.
Before the door of the cell was opened, two flying swords of different colors had flown in from the small ventilation window, puncturing Zhang Xv on the stone bed in the prison like electricity.
Zhang Fifteen was lying on the stone slump, and the sea of air was clearly tied up by a unique runehole, even wearing steel wire in his body, even suicide was impossible, but at this time, the surface of his body was It seemed to be burning up, and the scarlet air was continuously gushing out, just like the blossoming of red roses.
Facing the two swords flying in from the window, Zhang Shiwu smiled without any movement.
But to the shame of these two prison officers, these two flying swords were inexplicably stuck in the air, unable to enter!
It was not until this time that the two prison officers thought that there was a sword scripture called chanting sword.
It's like the mind-sword used by the Yixin Sect in the Minshan Sword Society.
What this sword master cultivates is the mind.
When the body is out of control, they are far stronger than ordinary people's powerful willpower and spiritual power, and then they can regain their vitality and turn into a powerful sword.
Only in the next moment, the blood of these two prison officers spouted wildly, and they directly lost contact with their two flying swords.
The two flying swords lingered around the scarlet air, and they stuck together like a pair of scissors.
Clicks and clicks cracked several times, and the sleepy dragon cables that penetrated Zhang Qi's Qihai were all cut off.
When these metal cords were pulled out of the body, blood ran out along the wound.
At the next moment, a subtle voice rang from Zhang Shiwu's body, and those steel wires that penetrated deeply into his body and into his meridians and blocked his true flow were flushed out of his body, as Liu Si fluttering in the air around him.
Zhang Shiwu smiled and sat up.
All the blood flowing from his body, strange and drawn by his mind, reintegrated into the world and the vitality, as many red streamers, blasted out.
There was a loud bang.
The heavy Xuantie prison door flew out.
The blood was spurting in the mouth, and the prison officer who was too late to dodge, as well as the five or six prison officers who subsequently poured in, was shot by the black iron gate in the scream.
The red streamer flies like a living creature, passing through a distance of more than ten feet, and falls to the body of the boiled wine in the deepest water cellar.
Shen Xuan still stood still.
These mixtures of vitality and blood like a red streamer flew strangely from his side, forming a strange and gorgeous picture.
When the first red blood band fell into Lin Bojiu's body, Lin Zhuojiu's rotten and decayed body exuded a fresh breath.
"Blood offerings, such exercises have been found by your Bashan sword field. I want to come to save you. Those who are hidden in the dark, don't know how much effort they have paid."
Shen Xuan sneered when he looked at Lin Bohui, who was starting a new life in the middle of the water.
"That means I haven't failed as a man."
Lin Zhuojiu laughed.
His body floated from the water.
All the instruments that bound his body, including all the steel wires and gold ropes buried in his body, were also squeezed out of his body.
After retreating from his body, these steel wires and fine ropes did not flutter and fall like Zhang fifteen's side, but flew in front of him and began to weave and entangle in a palpable way. , Become sword-shaped.
Shen Xuan frowned deeply.
The sword formed in front of Lin Zhuojiu not only exudes a strong breath of life, but even carries a flesh-and-blood breath that is difficult to describe with words.
He began to wake up.
In the past years, these things imprison everything in Lin Bojiu's body, but everything in Lin Bojiu's body is also warming and refining these things.
This is the day and night that Lin Bojiu spent more than ten years, not only using vitality, but also a sword fed by flesh and blood!
At the beginning of the sword, when the blood of the enemy is not drunk, it is the most fierce time!
These steel wires and cords are getting more and more condensed in front of Lin Boojiu, and no gaps can be seen anymore.
A crimson long sword was formed, reflecting the red light in the room.
Shen Xuan's complexion gradually changed.
...
The crystal water droplets were suspended in front of Bai Shanshui quietly, trembling, but hesitated.
Du Qingli looked at Bai Shanshui with one eye, and the strong meaning in his pupils became stronger and stronger.
However, at this moment, Bai Shanshui stood up against him. He smiled at him and said, "Did you know? Actually, I don't need to be separated from you."
Du Qingli's brain concussion did not disappear at this time, he was stunned, unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.
"I just need to haunt you here."
Bai Shanshui said lightly: "This is enough."
Du Qingli doesn't think what she said makes sense, but he has an ominous hunch inexplicably.
So he has to win and lose.
With just a glance, the world's vitality that he had accumulated for many years spewed out.
In the space between him and Bai Shanshui, there is like an invisible giant, violently blasting forward a circle.
A shock wave, visible to the naked eye, rushed towards the Bai Shanshui at a terrifying speed.
There is no movement in the Baishan water, and that crystal drop of water begins to change into countless water droplets, and then into countless blisters, which wrap the Baishan water layer by layer.
The shock wave rushed on the layers of crystal blisters.
Layers of force are constantly disappearing in the gap between each layer of blisters, but this crystallized blister is an unbroken layer.
The powerful meaning in Du Qingli's one-eyed eyes instantly turned into shock.
"The strongest sword in my Yunshui Palace is Zhirou." Bai Shanshui stood in countless heavy crystal bubbles, as if looking at him across countless heavy worlds, and said lightly.
Du Qingli's body began to cold quickly.
He found that he and the vast majority of practitioners in Changling had made a serious mistake.
What they saw before was the supreme side of Bai Shanshui, but they didn't find her supple side.
...
"Are you still going back?"
Du Hongtan looked at Zhao Si with sympathetic eyes.
The giant stele that cut like a giant sword to him has slowly turned up.
Countless black sand flows into the back of his hand like a waterfall, and then turns into black gas flowing out of his palm and falls on the monument.
His hands are as if bonded to the monument.
His whole person is going up.
The monument also gradually lifted upward, and the weight was naturally pushed toward the end of Zhao Si.
In his view, when the weight of the stele is fully pressed against Zhao Si, Zhao Si will be completely unable to bear it, and the whole body may burst into countless pieces by then.
"Although I very much hope you continue to persevere, I hope you will die here... but do you really want to do this?"
With obvious sympathy, he looked at the silent Zhao Si and continued to speak.
Zhao Si still did not respond.
Du Hongtan is Huo Ran looking back.
Because at this moment he felt a breath that made him feel extremely dangerous.
At the moment when he looked back, some of the vitality behind him flowed like a waterfall of black sand, suddenly condensed, turned into several black bamboos, and then bloomed a deep red flower.
Du Hongtan's face changed dramatically.
His hand quickly disengaged from the monument and shot back.
There was a loud bang.
A puff of black gas poured into the void behind him, instantly bursting out of dozens of square feet.
In the black air, a quiet woman in a crimson robe appeared.
She hugged Guqin, slowly raised her head, and the scarlet blood appeared in the corners of her mouth, but the two pupils were all black at this time, and the black gas flowed out of the heart.
"Miss Shangda?"
Du Hongtan was even more unbelievable, making a loud noise.
The quiet woman did not respond.
Her hands flicked on the Guqin.
Several black strings flew and disappeared into the air again.
Du Hongtan screamed loudly as the falling black sand swirled around his body.
Among the black sand, several black bamboos grew tenaciously.
Zhao Si narrowed his eyes slightly.
Her two fingers left the monument, and then emptied.
The monument suddenly ignited, and turned into countless burning iron juice in the swirling black sand.
Countless white smoke poured out.
Du Hongtan's screams continued to sound.
Zhao Si went on.
When the monument disappeared, red light flashed inside.
The iron marrow condensed into a red sword.
Zhao Jianlu is best at smelting swords.
Zhao Si's hand grasped the sword that had just been smelted, and stabbed fiercely into the black sand ahead.
Du Hongtan's breath stopped completely.
This is his home and his most powerful place, but this is also the most powerful place for Miss Shangda.
And Zhao Si's fierce sword like blood yang is also born to be a gloomy nemesis.
So he couldn't stop it.
He couldn't be the rival of the two men.
He only watched this small sword break into his eyes and pierce his body.
Poof.
His body was pierced by this little sword.
In the next moment, his entire body burned.