Chapter 800 Internal Conflict (Part 2)
The German sword penetrated deeply into Huijue's chest, and blood dripped from the wound downwards.
The place where the sword struck was no longer protected by the plain white Buddhist robe.
Buddha's robe... I don't know where it went.
Huijue's expression did not change much, but after a short pause, he slowly said: "Buddha, this poor monk is here to take you..."
Poof!
Fu Qingzhou didn’t even wait for him to finish his words before he suddenly pulled out his sword, and at the same time, he moved and retreated backwards!
Just because... Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizhen, who were thrown away just now, have been killed again.
Their target this time is not Fu Qingzhou, but Hui Jue!
The sword of wisdom and the sword of benevolence stabbed from behind Huijue, pointing straight at the back of his head.
Not only the two of them, but also King Xishuo.
After the white mist began to dissipate, King Xishuo finally stopped confronting Zhao Yuan. After a moment of silence, he waved his ceremonial sword and also attacked Huijue.
Seeing King Xishuo leaving, Zhao Yuan just smiled coldly, then took a few steps back and disappeared into the white mist.
Fu Qingzhou, who had just taken a few steps back, suddenly felt an evil wind behind him. He was frightened, and subconsciously turned around, folding the scabbards of the De Sword and the Wang Sword in front of him to resist, and then, Exploded by a huge force!
It’s Jiang Baichuan.
In the blink of an eye, he ducked behind Fu Qingzhou and stabbed him with his sword!
With a ding, the tip of the sword pierced the scabbard of the King's Sword.
The huge power was originally enough to smash all the bones of Fu Qingzhou, who was weak at this time, but this power was instantly absorbed by the scabbard, just like the white mist.
Fu Qingzhou stood still, not even moving his feet.
His pupils condensed, and he slashed the German sword forward with his backhand!
There was a sound of thunder, and when the sword fell, it actually raised a purple thunder-like sword light, like the anger of a god!
This is not swordsmanship, but swordsmanship.
The fourth form of Mingwang Sword, the mighty crime-killing sword!
What's more important is... the power of the previously chaotic fairy thunder actually still remains in the Virtue Sword!
Jiang Baichuan's expression was solemn. He was so seriously injured and poisoned that he didn't dare to touch him directly.
With one strike of the sword, the clothes were torn apart and the blade was shattered. The long sword he had just wielded instantly shattered into powder. The light of the sword, which was wrapped in immortal thunder, also directly split the ground and buildings behind the high platform. , a small building behind the assembly hall was immediately separated from the middle and collapsed!
Jiang Baichuan, however, avoided the sword. He threw away his clothes and sword, and stepped a few steps away. A piece of flesh and blood was cut off from his cheek, and there was also a deep visible bone wound on his shoulder.
“Are you coming again?”
Fu Qingzhou gasped, slowly stood up straight, and looked at the other party coldly.
Jiang Baichuan stretched out his hand and took a shot in the air. He took a long sword from somewhere and held it in his hand.
"Relying on external things is just a small thing."
He said calmly: "Fu Qingzhou, it's hard for you to become a great person."
Fu Qingzhou smiled disdainfully: "It's nice to talk nonsense, you put it The realm is as suppressed as mine, let's fight again?"
"Useless nonsense." Jiang Baichuan shook his head and raised his sword.
Fu Qingzhou took a deep breath, suppressed his smile, and tightened his grip on the scabbard of the Wang Sword.
At the same time, King Xishuo, Lan Xiyu, and Yuan Zizhen also had a three-sword fight with Huijue.
King Xishuo obviously has a lot of cultivation. The ceremonial sword can actually exert great power in his hands. With one swing of the sword, it can cut thousands of white lines around Huijue's body. , they are like a cage, trapping it tightly.
Lan Xiyu's wisdom sword has many flaws and weaknesses. She wanders around Hui Jue's body, striking out with the wisdom sword continuously, and each thrust is like a dragonfly touching water, picking out a fluffy blood flower.
Yuan Zizhen's benevolent sword was at its most mediocre at this time. He didn't know how to use martial arts and didn't dare to get close. He could only use the flying sword from a dozen steps away to surround Huijue and keep cutting.
Huijue unexpectedly... did not resist.
He was in a very strange state.
After experiencing the previous series of battles, he was already very weak and exhausted. In addition, he was stabbed by the German sword again, and his whole person exuded a sense of weakness; but at this time, his hands Putting his hands together, the skin all over his body turned into golden light, and those attacks that hit him only made the sound of gold and iron intersecting.
It seems that even the power of the Eight Swords of the King's Way cannot hurt him at all!
"Your Majesty."
Huijue said softly: "We have agreed not to kill the Buddha's disciples."
"If you have the ability to capture him, it will be up to you."
King Xishuo said calmly: "But now that we are here, you have stopped me, so I will have to kill you. "Huijue sighed deeply.
"Your Majesty, are you going to use this poor monk as a favor to the world?" he asked.
King Xishuo smiled slightly: "Master is indeed smart - it's just a pity. Master, your previous plans were actually very good, especially the one in southern Xinjiang."
"If you succeed that time, I can unite the power of Southern Xinjiang. What a pity..."
As he spoke, he waved his sword again, and thousands of thin lines appeared around Huijue's body again. It cut towards him, leaving shallow marks on his golden body.
"Master, it's useless. I know that you can save your life, but what if you just save your life?"
King Xishuo continued: "For the sake of my lord and my king's career, you will Give yourself one last time... Anyway, you have made an oath and you can't take action against me, right? You've been hit hard recently. You can't fight anymore in this battle, right? You can't even walk anymore, right? Can you recognize..."
At this time, there were faint voices behind them.
"It's gone! It's gone!"
"This fog has finally cleared!"
"What is this fog? How is things going? Are Jiang Baichuan and the others dead?"
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“Quick, go and have a look!”
King Xishuo’s pupils condensed.
The white mist was finally absorbed by the scabbard in Fu Qingzhou's hand...
Not only that, it started to rain at some point.
The white mist had just covered it, even the wind and rain were blocked, and now these raindrops floated into the crowd.
So, King Xishuo changed the topic and shouted: "The demon monk Huijue, suffer death!"
......
The fog finally cleared.
Rain, falling suddenly.
Shirakawa Master looked at the gradually fading fog around him in amazement, his heart palpitating.
She never thought that there would be such a weird thing.
Breaking through Xuanxing was something she had planned for a long time - she had already touched the edge of Xuanxing a few months ago, and she had never broken through, just to wait until the Xuanxing Ceremony Come on, let's have a vigorous surprise.
It turned out that the effect was indeed good... but it was still worse than she expected.
But no matter what, after breaking through Xuan Xing, she finally became one of the strongest in the world!
But she didn't expect that she would encounter this white mist just after arriving at Xuanxing.
In such a long time, Master Baihe has experienced several psychological changes:
What kind of magic is this, and it wants to trap me?
This demonic mist is quite extraordinary. It should be the enemy's trump card and should be broken seriously.
What on earth is this, and why are all the dirty tricks useless?
This is impossible. It does no harm to people and is not an illusion. How can it be impossible to break out?
What kind of person can create such white mist? If he makes a sneak attack at this time, wouldn’t I, Bai He, die here?
... Fortunately, it didn't take long for the fog to finally dissipate.
Master Baihe finally calmed down a little after listening to the chaotic sounds of the people around her. She forced herself to calm down and looked towards the high platform.
I saw King Xishuo, Lan Xiyu, and Yuan Zizhen surrounding Huijue and constantly drawing swords... Hey, how did the ceremonial sword get into the hands of King Xishuo? Where is Zhao Hao?
Uh... Zhao Hao supported the unconscious Hua Wuying, who was stumbling towards the edge of the high platform to avoid the aftermath of the battle.
The aftermath did not come from Huijue and the others.
But Fu Qingzhou and Jiang Baichuan!
Fu Qingzhou had a scabbard in his hand at some point. He had a scabbard in one hand and a virtue sword in the other. Every time he swung the scabbard, he could unleash earth-shattering power, forcing Jiang Baichuan to be unable to get close!
I don’t know how many buildings behind Xuanmeng Square were destroyed by him, as if they had been plowed by thousands of troops.
“Let’s go, let’s help!”
Next to him, Wu Yue shouted and rushed over first.
The other Cave Heaven Realm experts also responded and rushed over.
Master Baihe was silent for a moment, took a long breath, suppressed his uneasiness, and also killed him.
The crowd rushed towards the high platform, but a voice suddenly sounded at this time!
“Wait a minute!”
Everyone followed the sound, only to see Ning Wushu standing on top of a tall flagpole in the square at some unknown time.
In the wind and rain, her face was solemn, and she said in a cold voice: "The person who just helped release the white smoke and white mist in the crowd...stand up yourself, don't wait for this general to take action to arrest people!"
(End of this chapter)