Chapter 942 Immortal Falls
Wen Hanwei held his wrist with her backhand, her face as pale as a ghost, but her eyes as bright as sparks.
The killing move that temporarily stabilized the consciousness of the Golden Immortal, looking at the entire world, it was a brilliant achievement that shocked the world.
But she didn't feel proud or excited about it.
With her bright eyes still full of fighting spirit, she said: "The sword technique you used just now does not seem to be a human sword."
Of course it is not a human sword.
The Kunlun calligraphy technique that Bai Lian learned from the Queen Mother can activate the magical power of the ancient gods of the Bronze Gate.
“This sword is taken from the sword of the ancient god Huaxu.”
Wen Hanwei has never heard of the name of Huaxu, who has been forgotten by all living beings in the long history, but she also knows what the ancient god means. meaning.
She asked seriously: "Your sword seems to be able to connect with my Tao realm."
Bailian knew what she wanted to say, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said conservatively: "I can still slash three swords."
Wen Hanwei smiled lightly: "In this case, I am willing to use my Tao realm to hear Please tell me how to kill him with three swords, so that he will not be able to reach Qingyun!"
At night, the woman in white had a clear smile and a bright look!
Bailian raised the corners of his lips, and the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish at all. He opened his palms, and the sword fell into his palms.
Baiyang Faxiang is extremely angry, and the thunderous sound is everywhere!
Wen Hanwei kneaded the secret again, her spiritual power burning, and golden spiritual brilliance splashed out from the spiritual power nodes around her body.
The mountains under my feet shook, and the energy flowing out of my body was very fast, but the spiritual power in the world was inexhaustible.
She is like a golden sun on the top of the mountain, her breath blending with the sky.
Bailian raised his sword, and two deep cuts appeared in the space.
Those were two clear and terrifying sword intentions, like two majestic green mountains rising straight into the sky, or like two fingers of a god forming sword fingers, straight into the sky.
This is one of the strongest sword styles in the Huaxu Sword Truth, the ‘Zhaitian Palace’ evolved from the Jianzijue.
The gods live in the sky, the sword picks up the heavenly palace, and the immortal falls down.
Bailian An and Wen Hanwei's breaths are blended into one at this moment, with the human world under their feet and the rootless golden immortal dharma image far away from the nine heavens above their heads.
Stacked on top of each other, it is extremely gorgeous, like the sun rising in winter. Although slow and distant, it is the natural law of the four seasons of heaven and earth, and even gods and gods cannot stop it.
Golden Immortal Dharma Minister has such rich combat experience that he felt the strange and terrifying aura conveyed from the human world almost at the first moment.
His reunited palms clasped together like heaven and earth uniting to destroy all sentient beings.
The human world supports hundreds of thousands of feet of mortal world. Balian has already pointed forward, and the sword style changes again at that moment.
"Pillow the mountains and rivers."
"Travel around the world with sky lanterns."
"Three photos of the clothes."
The three moves of the Huaxu Sword were completed in the blink of an eye, and the green sword struck the giant palms like rain against the sky.
As a result, the giant palm of Dharma appeared with countless rust-like deep traces, and the thick texture was no longer. Although it was still huge, it gave people a feeling of thinness and brittleness.
Bailian's sword edge collided with his closed palms. The energy of the two green dragons was born in the sword. Tai Shang Dao Qing Sword Technique seemed to be at its peak.
There was a loud bang.
The palms of Faxiang were stretched out, and finally he held the sword with Zhaitian Palace.
Thousands of thunders forged his body, and Balian's physical body seemed to collapse, but the tip of the sword in his hand used the thunder to pull out a beautiful sword flower.
The sword flower in the color of gold and green is on the shoulder of the Dharma Prime Minister.
The petals are withering, and the Dharma is also withering, just like a decaying heavenly palace collapsing.
Wen Hanwei's spiritual power was exhausted, and the Dharma of the hundred thousand mountains under her feet was also stretched to the extreme, and disappeared into nothing in an instant.
She fell from the sky.
The sword in Balian's hand also slipped out of his hand, and thunder and lightning flew away from the cracked wound on his body, occasionally exploding into a handful of minced meat, which looked extremely miserable.
He groaned and his body turned upside down in mid-air.
I stepped hard with my toes, and the clouds on my feet exploded.
He fell like a drop of raindrops, catching Wen Hanwei who was completely cold in mid-air.
In the end, the two of them lost their strength and fell to the earth.
Fortunately, the place where she fell was a thick and soft meadow. Balian was placed under her body, his body tightly wrapped around her, and he rolled down the sloping hillside.
Grass clippings stain your clothes and your skin will be wet from late dew.
The two of them rolled all the way to the bottom of the hillside, hugging each other tightly and then separated a little.
Wen Hanwei lay on Bai Lian's chest, and before she let go of her frowning eyebrows, she vomited a small mouthful of blood.
The spray sprayed on Balian's cheeks, and the stars were dotted, making the young man's handsome face look a little pale and enchanting in the night.
Balian was in severe pain all over his body, but he still couldn't help but joked:
"In line with the principle of not wasting it, I should have opened my mouth just now to take this mouthful of blood food. It's my fault that I didn't react in time and missed it in vain."
The energy and blood in Wen Hanwei's chest were churning violently at this moment, which showed the terror of the Golden Immortal. Just a magic sign forced the two of them into such a situation.
But suddenly after hearing these words, the sweet, sour taste that originally surged up in his throat was blocked by Balian's teasing laugh.
She trembled all over, her expression was indescribably awkward, and she resisted the urge to continue vomiting blood.
The two of them stared at each other, and the atmosphere was quiet for a moment. Finally, they burst into laughter at the same time.
Wen Hanwei was not used to lying on a man's body in such an ambiguous position, so she wanted to turn over and lie down beside Balian.
But as soon as he made a move, his waist was pressed by Bai Lian's cold palm.
"You have an injury on your back, don't move around."
The orb under Balian's neck turned from red to green, the water rippled, and his fingertips were immediately covered with a layer of water. The blue sky.
The cold fingertips were even more warm and cool, and Wen Hanwei felt that his fingers were as cool as a piece of paper soaked in rain.
Her back suddenly tensed, and the wound became more and more painful, and she subconsciously struggled to get up.
But the waist was tightly held by his arms, and Balian's face was pressed against her shoulder.
The corpse demon simply didn’t need to breathe, and there was no vague sound of breathing in his ears and temples.
Bailian's movements were very light. After all, the wound on her back was so deep that it could touch the bones.
Although he was assisted by Sishui Shenyuan, in the face of such an injury, Balian did not dare to be radical in his treatment methods.
The fingertips were filled with blue luster, and they were slowly scratching between the cold lower back skin exposed by the torn clothes. The movement is as gentle as fine velvet, gently falling on the cracked white jade that is not stained by fine dust, crossing the slender and thin ridges, and rubbing the low and delicate waist.
Wandering between the skin inch by inch, like a feather gently scratching.
Even though both of them had innocent thoughts at the moment, Wen Hanwei still subconsciously wanted to avoid the cold hand.
It's really strange, it's obviously healing, and it's extremely comfortable being massaged by that finger.
But Wen Hanwei was inexplicably tortured to the point where she felt restless and uneasy, as if she didn't belong to her at all.
A strange coolness spreads in the wound, soothing the pain. Occasionally, when it touches the cracked spine, it will bring a strange stinging pain.
Gradually, the stretched body began to tremble slightly as the fingertips wandered.
Sishui Shenyuan really has miraculous effects. The scar spread like a ferocious blood-red centipede slowly healed under his fingers, forming a thin red line, which made the snow-white skin look even more fragile.
It's just that Jinxian's blow was really terrifying, and the wound almost penetrated her entire back without any treatment.
She then forcibly used Huayan Qingjing, summoning a hundred thousand mountain spirits to fight against the Golden Immortal.
Even when in peak condition without injury, the physical body will still suffer huge strain.
Not to mention that his body suffered such serious injuries.
The deep laceration spread extremely long. It seemed that the wound was violently torn during the battle, and it actually spread along the waist to the bottom of the buttocks.
Balian concentrated on using the power of the Sishui Divine Source to heal her injuries. He consumed a huge amount of mental energy and was not distracted by the spread of the injury.
Until that finger traced a piece of snowy and plump skin, and then gently slid down along the wound...
Wen Hanwei's slender and trembling fingers suddenly disturbed the tenderness on Bai Lian's chest. clothes and gasping for air.
The pale face showed a faint rosiness, and the expression was joyful and painful. The whole person bounced almost uncontrollably, and a pair of amber eyes were full of vulnerability and uneasiness.
The crescent moon between the fingers that tightly grasped his shirt became increasingly clear and pink.
She was trembling, pursed her lips, her eyes were wet, and instead of being cold, there was actually a sense of pity and tenderness in them.
Bailian suddenly came back to his senses at that throb, his eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly retracted his hand.
Wen Hanwei also quickly pushed Bailian away, propped herself up, and covered her buttocks with her hands helplessly, her breathing disordered.
Bailian looked at her hair, which was messy and wet with sweat, stuck between her slender and white neck, her eyes full of confusion and confusion.
He opened his mouth, intending to explain, but Wen Hanwei interrupted him in a panic, his eyes evasive and said:
"I...I'm feeling better. You should heal yourself quickly. Just now I saw Xiao An that you were also seriously injured."
Bailian wisely shut up and didn't mention it, knowing that she I must be extremely embarrassed and busy at this moment. He started the topic by saying: "Why did Sister Wen come here?"
After all, the evil spirits in Yundu Villa, in the eyes of outsiders, is not a serious task. Such characters come forward to solve the problem.
Wen Hanwei took out a new robe from the Qiankun bag and put it on her body, her face gradually returned to its normal color:
“It’s just a random task, entrusted by Yundu Villa. It was urgent, and no one happened to answer the call at the mountain gate, so I picked up.”
I'm afraid it's not that there happens to be no one at the mountain gate to answer, but that most of the disciples in Taixuan Sect look down on such a request.
But no one could have imagined that such a small commission would actually contain dangers of the level of Jinxian.
Fortunately, the person who came today was Wen Hanwei. If it had been anyone else, he would have known that he was not as good as the Golden Immortal and could not afford to offend him, so he would have let that man go and continue to cause trouble in the mortal world. one party.
Wen Hanwei looked at Bailian's pale face, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"I heard about the Tianxi Sword Sect, Su Jing thought you were dead, but then that happened For several years, she became obsessed with breaking into the Dark Continent without permission, which angered Princess Si Li.
You know, she was already haunted by inner demons, and she lost most of her life by forcing herself through the tribulation.
Now her lifespan is probably not as long as that of a mortal, yet she is torturing herself so much at all costs.
Although I don't like her, as her only friend, I don't want her to make mistakes all her life. "
Bailian was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but fall into silence.
Back when he was traveling with Guishan, he knew that Su Jing's body would suffer from frequent health emergencies.
If the soul is injured and the spiritual consciousness is damaged, the soul will become extremely unstable. The physical body cannot control the three souls and seven souls, and some sinister things will always take advantage of it.
When she was a teenager, she had incomplete six senses and was uneducated in the world, all due to the persecution of the demon clan's qi black dye.
She practices Tai Xuan Zong’s supreme technique, the Dafu Tu Jue, the most taboo technique she practices almost exclusively by herself.
The Nine Sutra White Lotus means the supreme pure path, but she has a deep purple stamen deep in the lotus flower.
Just as Wen Hanwei is worried, if she is not careful, she will fall into the devil's path and never recover.
Wen Hanwei added: "I know that Su Jing's behavior was too radical back then. I don't mean to absolve her of her guilt. I..."
Bailian raised his head to interrupt what she was about to say, and turned towards Wen Hanwei. Smiling softly, he said seriously:
"Sister Wen, don't worry, I have no intention of turning a blind eye to Su Jing."
He didn't seem to have given any promise, but Wen Hanwei knew that since he agreed to this , then they will definitely not ignore Su Jing.
Since Balian is willing to take care of Su Jing, her final situation will not be much worse.
He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyebrows relaxed a little, and he asked again:
"I saw that Palace Master Yin Shao was also with you. Now that you can be together, I am really happy for you. But who is the woman next to you? With all due respect..."
Wen Hanwei said: "I see that the two of you are acting very close to each other. It doesn't seem to be an ordinary friendship."
Bailian knew what she wanted to ask and laughed and said, "That's my mother-in-law."
Wen Hanwei is true. Startled: "Your mother?! Empress Ying Ji of the Zhongyou Dynasty?!"
Bailian said: "It's a long story. I lost my body during the chaos in the Valley three years ago. I need to go to Shifang City to find it back as soon as possible.
My identity is sensitive now, so it's not good to be there. To appear in front of the world, I need to use the identity of Ying Xiu to walk in the world.
But Shifang City does not seem to welcome Ying Xiu, so if I want to enter the city, I need to fabricate a new identity. ."
Wen Hanwei looked at his new appearance: "I see. If that's the case, then if you use my identity as a disciple of Taixuan Sect, there won't be any big problems if you act in Shifang City. "
She took out a ruby bell from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Balian: "This is the token of my direct disciple of Taixuan Sect."
Balian shook the bell in his hand, dumbfounded: "Sister Wen, are you planning to accept me as a disciple?"
The nine masters of Taixuan Sutra are qualified to accept disciples and enjoy privileges.
Those who can enter the Taixuan Nine Meridian Eyes do not need to pass the various selection tests.
You can even directly bypass the inner disciples and become your direct disciples, managing hundreds of disciples of your sect.
The Nine Classics of Taixuan can only accept at most three direct disciples.
Wen Hanwei, however, didn't take this honor seriously:
"It's just a name, it's just to deal with the sect, and my temperament is not suitable for accepting disciples. This bell is just for decoration."< br>
Bailian nodded and put the bell away.
In this way, the matter of "tickets" to Shifang City has been solved. With Wen Hanwei secretly helping, things will indeed be much easier.
(End of this chapter)