Chapter 1101 Fengchen Three-foot Sword
Bai Xianxuyan's eyes were full of regret: "Fengchen's three-foot sword, Sheji is a military uniform. This life depends on mountains and rivers, life and death are insignificant.
I am a human being Sword Immortal, it is impossible to sit back and ignore these demons. I don’t want to kill you, but if you insist on protecting the demon, even if you don’t Oh, I have to hurt you too?”
Bailian nodded in understanding and said, “Everyone has his own heart, different opinions, different stances, and different decisions.”
It was clear that the two of them were in tit-for-tat positions, but the current conversation between the two seemed to be peaceful.
Bai Xianxuyan looked Bailian up and down and said, "The injury caused by Baixian Tan Yuansi severely injured you. You shouldn't have woken up so quickly.
I don't know what kind of medicine you took. A gifted treasure that can wake up overnight.
But I can see that you are very weak at the moment. At the end of the day. If I take action, you won't be able to withstand the sword."
Bailian flicked his right sleeve, and the blood soaked in his sleeve rolled down. He nodded and said:
" Then Master Bai Xian might as well make a bet with me. If I can pick up your three swords, how about you ask Master Bai Xian to leave tonight?”
Bai Xianxuyan's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he said: "Okay, if you can accept my three swords, from today on, I will withdraw from this battle to kill and slay demons."
Bailian did not Thinking that he would say this, there was a look of shock on his face. The sharp sound of the sword suddenly unsheathing shattered the night wind and stirred up the mountains. An invisible sword stabbed Bailian's left shoulder.
It is so powerful that the sound of the sword whistling cuts and tightens in the heart like a sharp string, making people feel sluggish.
This sword is powerful, but it has no intention of taking Balian's life. It only wants to hurt his arm and force out the cunning devil hidden in his left sleeve.
Bailian blocked the sword strike just now with his right arm, although he successfully defused the murderous intention of the sword strike.
At the same time, his entire right arm was severely injured at this moment, and it was no longer possible for Shuci in his sleeve to resist the damage.
Bailian has been forced into the mountain wall by Baixianxu Weir at this moment, and there is no way to retreat or escape.
No matter how you look at this sword, Bailian has no resistance to deal with it, and he is about to be defeated by the sword.
But Bailian did not retreat, nor did he try to resist with his injured right arm.
Because although this sword was strong, it was not as fast as the first sword struck by Bai Xianxuyan, which was enough for him to react.
So he raised his left hand, which he had always protected so well, and the jade green light between his left thumb bloomed.
Immediately, a clear and loud whistling sound sounded, a pair of fiery red wings shone like flames throughout the night, and twelve golden streams of flames were trailed from the feather tails.
Southern Fire has its emperor Yandi, its assistant Zhuming, its god Yinghuo, and its beast Zhuniao.
The wind transforms into mystery, Lincheng is the leader, the bird's beak becomes a harp, and the vessel becomes a coffin.
This is the guardian instrument of Zhongyou, a top-grade artifact, the Suzaku Qin.
This harp is a tool of protection, and it also has ancient legends. The Zhongyou Dynasty was the place where the ghost dragon died, which was formed by the gathering of thousands of grievances, and its remains turned into a city and kingdom.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have divided the real world between Yin and Yang.
The four beasts of the Heavenly Spirit, the Suzaku, guarded its body for 30,000 years. After dissipating their magical powers, they transformed into a Lihuo Formation and continued to guard this land for a long time.
Until Empress Zhongyou expands her territory in this land and guards Youquan, she can protect the dynasty with one person.
Later, the Suzaku recognized its master and transformed it into a musical instrument.
Empress Zhongyou has the Suzaku Qin in her body, and the two powers resonate, which can be regarded as a half-immortal body and an immortal soul.
Until two hundred years ago, when Bailian died, the Suzaku Qin transformed itself into a coffin in response to its owner's desperate and sad state of mind, and went to Changling to guard the soul.
The Suzaku spirit beast has been born to protect it all its life, from the Youlong, to the country, to the dynasty, and then to the Empress of Zhongyou, and now...
Its owner, This is the Crown Prince of Zhongyou, Bailian.
Come according to your heart, and act according to your heart.
Even though Balian's spiritual power is weak at the moment and he is severely injured and unable to survive, the Suzaku Qin is not like other artifacts and requires pure and majestic spiritual power to summon it.
A black guqin with fine carvings and flowing flames hangs under Balian's palm.
Bailian plucked the strings casually, and the flowing flames painted on the ancient black piano body seemed to be really burning, flowing out a touch of brilliant gold.
The sound of the piano rises, the sword falls, and the gold flows away.
When Bai Xianxuyan saw the guqin under Bailian's palm, his eyes were full of surprise: "The Zhongyou Dynasty's national protection artifact, the Suzaku Qin?!"
Balian's palm fell down, suppressing the trembling strings, and said calmly: "I gave it a new name, called 'Shiwei'."
When Bai Xianxuyan saw this qin, he knew that Bai Xianxuyan What is Li An's identity: "You are actually the son of Empress Zhongyou?"
Bian Li'an did not deny his guess. When he took out the Suzaku Qin, he had no intention of concealing his identity. .
The sword struck by Bai Xianxuyan canceled out the sound of the piano, and he was not upset. He just smiled helplessly and said: "You are very thoughtful. You know that I will not expose your identity to others, so you act unscrupulously. It is illegal to use the Zhongyou Treasure.”
Bailian said: "Master Baixian cares about the common people and protects the peace of the six realms. As the prince of Zhongyou, I am also the grandson of the Taiyin Emperor. If you report my identity, the Jiuyou Realm and the Heavenly Realm will eventually usher in a battle." It’s a huge turmoil, and with your temperament, you won’t do such a thing.”
"I was tricked by you." Bai Xianxuyan shook his head helplessly, then raised his bright eyes and said: "However, although the Suzaku Qin is powerful, the protective power of the Suzaku Divine Will cannot be maintained without spiritual power. Next, it will only take the initiative to protect the master once. This Qin It’s useless to you, so how are you going to take my second sword?”
Bailian said: “Master Baixian just draws out the sword.”
"Then... let's take a look at the sword!" Bai Xianxuyan said no more nonsense.
The second sound of the sword sounded again.
The Suzaku Qin under Balian's palm has been merged into the jade in the green water. At the same time, the jade in the green water bloomed with a green light again.
"I wonder if Mr. Bai Xian has ever heard of this saying in the world. When people walk in the rivers and lakes, they always have a few weapons for self-defense."
Bai Xianxuyan touched the scabbard with his fingers, with a smile on his face: "Not only in the human world, but also in the fairy world, but even if you are a martial artist, There are countless weapons, is it possible that all the weapons are divine weapons? "
"Who can say for sure about this kind of thing?" Balian held the blooming blue light and took out a handful of color. The piccolo is like frost jade, with a scarlet orb inlaid at the end of the flute, like tears of blood, as sad as mourning.
Bailian threw the tail end of the flute inlaid with Devil May Cry beads towards the flying sword.
The sword collapsed and the flute flew, and I don’t know where it landed.
Bai Xianxuyan raised his eyebrows high: "This is... the Yin Flute? No, no, if it is just a Yin Flute used to control ghosts, considering its grade, it is just an immortal weapon, but it can actually take my sword. , this flute has clearly entered the divine realm. "
Bailian said: "Master Bai Xian, do you want to continue to use the sword?"
Bai Xianxuyan couldn't understand, looked at Bailian and said doubtfully: "Even if the artifact is It is also extremely rare in the fairy world Weapons, even if they are among the Golden Immortals, not all Golden Immortals can wear this weapon. Now that you can hold two divine weapons in your hands, it is a miracle. Is it possible that you actually have a third divine weapon hidden in your body? "
Facing Bai Xianxu When Yan asked, Balian said calmly and sincerely: "I really don't have a third artifact with me."
Bai Xianxu Yan was not surprised by this answer, and sighed: "You are risking your life. ”
He only wanted to end it all as soon as possible, so Bai Xianxuyan struck out with the third sword without stopping. Although he knew in his heart that there would never be a third artifact hidden in Bailian's body, he still wanted to be on the safe side when making this final sword strike.
This sword is countless times more powerful than the two swords just struck.
This sword does not seem to come from the sheath. The vast roaring sound seems to come from the sky and the fields, and the sword energy overflows like a silver bottle being released.
The thick ice and snow between the mountain walls were cut into countless fine dust by the countless sword energy, exposing the original blue-green mountain rocks.
It was clearly just a sword, but it came from nowhere, cutting off thousands of troops on the battlefield with a tragic force.
There are violent sword winds in all directions, and every sword wind contains a majestic and surging aura.
Just as heavy rain washes away the dust, the water from the sky purifies the mundane world.
This is Bai Xianxuyan's most powerful sword move besides the small sword that nourishes the heart.
It’s called “Tian Yu Zhuo Shi.”
When this sword is unsheathed, it can sweep through thousands of armies with one strike.
The sword energy is like the wind, the sword intention is like rain, and the sword light is like scales swaying like the Milky Way trailing the sky.
The sword shadows of the wind and rain in the sky and the earth are sudden and wild. The sky is above and the earth is below. All the heavens above are filled with the sword energy of gods. There is nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, and nowhere to contain.
Bai Xianxuyan said: "This sword of mine draws on the light of the stars. The stars will not be destroyed, and the light of the sword will not be scattered. This sword will not be used to defend the enemy in a life-and-death duel. One person can defeat thousands of armies and thousands of beasts with one sword." , dedicated to group slashing, each sword has only the power of an Earth Immortal capable of injuring souls, but it is all-pervasive. In all directions, even if you still have divine weapons to protect your body, you can only protect an inch of your body. With this sword, you are destined to be unable to defend yourself."
Bailian stood in front of the mountain wall, his sleeves and robes billowing. Ruyun, he said: "This third sword can no longer be defended."
"I have a sword here, please give it a try, Master Bai Xian."
Bai Xianxuyan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Do you have a sword?"
Now that his spiritual power and blood have been exhausted, even if he has Sword, so what?
The first thing that came to Bai Xianxuyan's mind was the Tiance Junshan sword that Baixian Tan Yuansi paid special attention to.
He shook his head again, feeling that it would be too naive for Balian to place his last hope on this sword.
The sky changes little by little, the moon shadow gradually fades, dawn breaks in the east, the long night is about to burn, the sky turns from dark to bright, that sword splits the silent night, ushering in the rising sun.
Faced with the overwhelming rain of swords and the sword intent blown by the chaotic wind, Balian did not dodge. He found a random direction and raised his palm.
The palm prints cracked into golden, complex and ancient lines. The lines slowly spread out like sacred roses and thorns, and then came to this earthly world, becoming pitch black, and wrapped in a golden sword tip.
The golden ancient sword reveals every trace of pure and holy black sword energy.
Just a hint of the sword tip appeared, and then it stopped.
The moment Balian raised his palm, it became dark.
Under the Nine Heavens, there is the Rain Sword of the World, which is taken from the light of the stars and sky. It has no beginning and no end, and it falls like a heavy rain.
The sword in Balian’s palm is named Zhutian.
One sword kills all the heavens, and the same sword kills the heavens.
Under all the heavens, one sword can cover the sky, and one sword can destroy the stars and thousands of them.
It’s not the long night coming back, but the ultimate darkness.
It’s dark.
No stars, no world, no falling rain, no sword.
Everything in the world seems to be swallowed up by the extremely dark holy sword breath.
The sound of rain of swords no longer reached my ears.
It's dark when you raise your palm.
It's dawn when the palm falls.
Among the mountain walls and forest tips, there is still the cool moonlight.
Except for the rolling drops of blood still dripping from his arms, Bai Lian had no other injuries on his body.
He quietly looked at the shocked Bai Xianxuyan and said calmly: "I think I should win this bet."
Although there was only a brief glimpse, Bai Xianxuyan really recognized the origin of the sword. The next moment the light suddenly came, he blurted out:
"Sword of the Heavens?! It’s actually the All-Heaven Sword? How could it be that the All-Heaven Sword is enshrined in the Dongtian Temple? In your hands? ”
The Heavenly Sword has always been famous in the heavens for its sword energy. It has never surrendered to anyone’s hand, and has never acknowledged its master. The only person in the temple who pulled out this sword was the Kunlun God Xianzun Zhuzhan.
But when they drew their swords, they just used their overwhelming divine power to draw their swords and drive them away.
Bai Xianxuyan remembered that three years ago, the Kunlun God used the power of his spiritual thoughts to forcibly summon this sword into Xianling City. Three years later, this heavenly sword has not yet been returned to the Dongtian Palace. It fell into his hands.
Looking at this look, it seems that he still thinks he is the master? !
How terrifying and incredible? !
Only if the sword can appear in the world in response to the master's will without being driven by spiritual power, this is undoubtedly the proof of recognizing the master.
Bailian did not answer his question directly, but lowered his head and looked at the fine lines on his palms. The lines of fate were intricately intertwined, as if the lines of two lives were entangled.
“Although I have recovered my memory, it seems that there are still many unknown secrets hidden in my body. If I can survive this time, I might as well keep everything in my heart well. Make a guess and verify it.”
Bai Xianxuyan barely suppressed his turbulent emotions. He closed his eyes helplessly and drew a flying sword from the sheath again.
Only this time, his sword did not strike at Balian, but at himself.
The sword light was cold, and a bloody severed arm flew out.
Bailian wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
“Why are you doing this?”
Bai Xianxuyan staggered two steps, covering his broken arm with his left hand. His face was pale, but there was a relieved smile on the corner of his lips: "My long-cherished wish has been fulfilled. As an immortal minister, even if the bet is ahead, let the devil go." He, I am still guilty. I don’t want to kill the benefactor who avenged my daughter, nor do I want to betray Lord Immortal. Only by cutting off the arm holding the sword can I find some peace of mind.”
Bailian opened his mouth to say something, but Bai Xianxuyan waved his hand and interrupted: "Now that it has become a fact, there is no need to talk more gossip. The kindness has been repaid, the love is over, and now the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and you and I are no longer together." none Gua Ge, I have never seen you tonight, let alone Mohe Shuci."
After saying this, Bai Xianxuyan stepped on the wind without any hesitation. go.
(There are too many things going on these days. Beibei is too busy. I’m sorry for missing the appointment yesterday.)
(End of this chapter)