Chapter 725: One Hundred and Ninety-Eight Swords to Respond to Ten Thousand Changes
Zhuang Wenpeng is not very old. When Zhao Chun became famous, he was just a fledgling junior in the sect and had only heard of a few Zhaoyan Sword Lords. His deeds have already gone to the upper world, and there is little news in this world.
But although he is a hidden person, he is particularly powerful and can intimidate a generation of sect disciples. He does not think that he will be an easy person to deal with.
It is a pity that Yuan Jirong is arrogant and arrogant because of his talent. Because he has established his Taoist heart early, he has great prestige in the Zai Ling Sect. There are few disciples in the sect who dare to disobey him. Zhuang Wenpeng has taken refuge with him. The righteous monks who have gone there will not be able to express their intentions directly.
Seeing Yuan Jirong winking and showing off, Zhao Xuan felt no anger in his heart. Instead, he wanted to look at the plaything, so he asked Cui Yin beside him to step aside first, and then called He took out the long sword and held a sword flower in his hand, lowered his eyelids and said: "Your Excellency is in the wilderness. In such a remote and cold place, it is natural for you to be ignorant and ignorant... But after this day, I am afraid that you will have no chance to remember me."< br>
"Hmph, I'm not ashamed of my words." Yuan Jirong clicked his tongue and figured out the meaning of Zhao Shun's words, with a disapproving smile on his face. He threw Yugui up at the next moment, and saw a red light leaping into the air, and in an instant, several ghosts came out of it, They all rushed towards Zhao Shun.
This object is called the Blood Yin Valley Bi. It is a treasure that Yuan Jirong accidentally obtained in the ruins of an evil sect. The ghosts inside are refined from living people. Those with pure spiritual roots and above must be put directly into their bodies. Only after all flesh, blood, muscles and bones are eliminated can their spirits be captured and refined into spiritual and conscious ghosts. film.
The stronger the strength of the refined monks, the more outstanding the ghosts they can achieve. Zhaoyan Sword Lord is famous, and Yuan Jirong naturally covets it.
It's a pity that the evil one insists on killing this person, so no matter how greedy he is, Yuan Jirong has to give up.
"Hmph, except for Zhao Chun, the bones of the other three disciples also look very good. I will kill this woman first, and then take in the remaining three. I can also increase the number of disciples. Gaining some strength is not a waste of time!" As the ghost ran out, Yuan Jirong couldn't control his greed again, and his eyes went straight to Zhou Woyun, Zhang Zhi and others. It's like trying to remove the skin and bones of a person, it's very cold!
Seeing that he still had time to look at the others, Zhao Xun couldn't help but laugh. He then swung away the scabbard of his sword, letting out a burst of dazzling sword energy. In the blink of an eye, all the oncoming ghosts were destroyed. Moreover, the momentum of the sword energy was still raging. With a move of her mind, she struck at the Blood Yin Valley Brick. Everyone only heard the crisp sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang". The jade jade hanging in the air was actually shaken by the sword energy. The bloody light is extinguished!
Such a battle naturally brought Yuan Jirong's thoughts back. When he saw that the ghosts were gone, he felt a little regretful in his heart, but he knew that the important thing at hand had to be Zhao Shun. After blocking it, he quickly pressed Xi Nian and drew out Dao Zhen Yuan to stabilize Yu Gui first.
His Bloody Valley Jade is in the Zai Ling Sect. It is also a coveted treasure. Of course, it is not only the method of summoning ghost shadows. After the ghost shadows were dispersed by Zhao Xuan, Yuan Jirong didn't feel panic at all. He just rolled his eyes, pinched his sleeves with two fingers, and turned Yugui over in the air. At first, he had the "Ghosts and Gods Night Tour" side facing up, but now he It became a "sea of blood as if alive".
In an instant, the atmosphere around them seemed to have condensed. Several Fenxuan disciples who were watching around felt as if their whole bodies had been plunged into a thick layer of viscosity, and their hands and feet had sunk into iron and stone, making it difficult to move. There is also a sinking feeling in the Dantian, which prevents the whole body's true energy from moving, let alone luck to control the enemy!
Zhao Chun faced such a method, and felt extremely magical in his heart. The effect of this thing was not only on the Dantian of the physical body. If there was no resistance, even the mind would begin to stagnate. During the fight, A slow breath may lead to death. Yuan Jirong can indeed increase his strength a lot by relying on this method! However, she is not worried about this. With two souls in her body, as long as it is not for the strong True Infant to come in person, the monks of the same level will not have any influence on her at all, let alone shake her mind.
Seeing her not moving, Yuan Jirong thought he had succeeded, and felt a little proud. He shook his sleeves and robe again, and threw out several more rays of magic light in succession, showing various types of light. The magic weapon was attacking Zhao Chun from front to back.
The leader is a 14- to 5-inch-long flying knife. The blade is slightly curved, and a faint green light flashes at the edge. Just one look at it, and you will know that this thing is extremely poisonous!
Zhao Chun just stood where she was, waving her hand to throw up the long ember and pouring her spiritual consciousness into it. The sword spirit inside was connected to her mind. She had no fear in facing the evil cultivator, but was eager to try more. At this moment, prompted by his spiritual consciousness, he crashed straight into the flying knife.
As soon as the two objects connected, there was a loud rumbling sound. I saw that Chang Jin had not wavered even a little, but the flying knife had been shocked a hundred feet away. Looking at it, there was an eye-catching mark on the blade. The gap extended all the way to the back of the knife, almost breaking it completely!
Later, another triangular flag exuding purple and green light followed the flying knife. Chang Jing's sword moved and tore the flag apart with invisible sharpness. After that, several magic weapons followed, and they did not escape this. The power of the heavenly sword!
While contending with many magic weapons, Chang Jin was getting closer and closer to Yuan Jirong. Seeing the sword edge coming towards his throat, Yuan Jirong's heart trembled, and he had no time to hurt the few pieces he had lost. Precious magic weapon, he quickly recalled the Bloodyin Valley Brick in the air into his hands, causing the blood light to form a barrier in front of him, trying to block the incoming black long sword!
Chang Jin refused to dodge and crashed directly into the blood-colored light. He heard a loud noise from the sky and the earth, and the mountains around him shook violently. Yuan Jirong could barely resist for half a breath. The blood-light barrier in front of him was completely shattered, and the Blood-Yin Valley Jade swung uneasily in his hand, narrowly escaping from his hand!
The magic weapon was injured, and he himself was also shocked by this supreme determination. Yuan Jirong spat out blood with "Wow", and his hair stood on end in shock. He quickly ignited his true energy and evaded a hundred feet. Get out!
Knowing that this distance was not that big for a sword cultivator, Yuan Jirong's eyes flashed with a cruel look, and he waved his hand and smashed the Blood Yin Valley Jade into pieces. Many ghosts cried out from it, and were attacked again. He opened his mouth and swallowed, and his body suddenly swelled several points. A dark red blood shadow formed around him, but it narrowly blocked Chang Jin.
Only then did he realize how powerful Zhao Chun was. When he raised his eyes, there was fear in his eyes. But Yuan Jirong also knew that facing the sword cultivator, all the escape methods were simply not enough. Now that he couldn't escape, the only way to survive was to kill Zhao Chun!
Knowing that he could not escape, Yuan Jirong opened his mouth and spit out a ball of rich blood-colored light, with a faint hint of black and red in it. Just looking at it with the naked eye, he felt that it was extremely mysterious. !
"Tao seed." Zhao Chun's heart moved, but his eyes showed some interest, and a novel thought suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart.
(End of this chapter)