Chapter 678 The name of the sword is Taiwei
Shelled turtles and armored hedgehogs are all difficult to kill, just like Gu Jingchen.
Liu Qinghuan tried his best to deal with it, but did not achieve much results. The other party was also furious because he was being beaten around like a sandbag, and he wanted to tear him apart with his hands.
Liu Qinghuan was also a little impatient. Although the two were in a stalemate, if it continued, it would become more and more disadvantageous for both sides.
I think back then he was able to fight against Hong Shang who had the same cultivation level, but this person was born in the year of the tortoise. Although his insect wings were riddled with holes due to the erosion of the dead silk, his black armor was really amazing. The person had no choice but to let him tear apart the space whenever he could, causing the scope of the sword domain to continue to shrink.
In fact, Gu Jingchen also had a hard time saying that Liu Qinghuan was as slippery as a loach and could not be caught or killed. Moreover, those black threads were also very strange. The strong will to kill was like bone-corrosive poison. As long as there was a slight contact, a thin mark would be burned on his armor. It seemed harmless, but the number was overwhelming.
You must know that his armor is extraordinary. It is a secret method that he found from the secret book of his ancestors. It is based on the indestructible carapace of the sky-swallowing louse. He also uses countless rare spiritual materials and spends a lot of effort to condense it. It is the only one in the world.
If he were outside, he could release thousands of insects to bite him to death, but in this Laoshizi Sword Domain, not even one of the always-invincible sky-devouring lice was left. Although there were many vicious insects in his hands, they were not enough. It cannot be wasted casually.
Liu Qinghuan should be glad that he didn't use Dinghai Pearl rashly, because he couldn't use insects, and Gu Jingchen's skill was wasted in half, which allowed him to persist until now.
"Ha!"
A strange half-laughter suddenly sounded and disappeared. Gu Jingchen shut his mouth suddenly, feeling extremely angry!
In order to prevent those black threads from taking advantage of the loopholes, he even kept his mouth tightly shut.
As the Holy Lord of the Zhi Clan and a Yuan Ying Dzogchen cultivator, Gu Jingchen had never been in such a mess!
Little bug, I got you!
Saying something in his heart, he rolled up his body and turned into a lightning-fast shadow. He caught Liu Qinghuan's position in the turbulent flowing fog and rushed over instantly!
The other party obviously didn't expect to be found, and there was a hint of panic in his expression, but he reacted quickly and smashed the small pot over again.
Gu Jingchen raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically: Do you really want to keep using your old skills?
He turned to the side, and raised his sharp forelimbs like sickles high. With just one stroke, the opponent would be gutted immediately!
At this moment, Gu Jingchen suddenly felt something was wrong, and saw the mist rolling on the left and right. Two sword lights cut through the dense darkness, suddenly blocking his escape route.
However, Jiang Xianxian and the monk surnamed Yu, who had been adjusting their breath for a while, rejoined the battle. They seized the right moment and struck at the same time. The sword on the left was sharp and powerful, and the sword on the right was powerful and heavy. The sword was furious and like a wave!
Liu Qinghuan, who looked flustered just now, had returned to his expressionless face. With a pinch of his fingers, he saw black filaments dancing wildly all over the sky, forming a strangulation force, causing turmoil in the space, making it impossible for the opponent to teleport away smoothly.
There was another loud "bang", and Gu Jingchen chose to avoid the Qingshan Pot even if he received the sword.
Just like Liu Qinghuan said, although the Qingshan Pot cannot break the opponent's defense, it can still cause internal injuries with its overwhelming weight. Therefore, he would rather receive a sword blow than face a hard blow.
Three disappointed sighs sounded at the same time, and Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but smile bitterly: How can this person be so difficult to beat! Even if he uses the Ding Haizhu, he can still dodge it with the opponent's ghostly speed.
Although Gu Jingchen was not seriously injured, he was quite embarrassed by the series of killing moves. He became furious and flew into a rage!
"How dare you, Shuzi!"
But when he tried to fight back, the three of them had slipped into the black mist and disappeared.
……
"Alas!"
"Alas!"
Liu Qinghuan and the three of them gathered together and sighed one after another, and the atmosphere was very gloomy.
The monk surnamed Yu was so worried that he pulled out several strands of beard under his chin: "What can we do? The three of us jointly launched a killing move that couldn't move that person at all. I am so frustrated to death!"
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He tentatively said: "How about we just run away too?"
Liu Qinghuan shook his head and said: "How can we escape? The opponent is faster than us. As long as the sword domain is broken, the three of us are no match for him." "Then what should we do? Delaying is not an option." The monk surnamed Yu said: " By the way, Fellow Daoist Jiang, when will the other fellow Daoists arrive?”
Jiang Xianxian lowered his head and hugged his spiritual sword, a little absent-minded. When he heard the question, he suddenly came back to his senses: "Ah... what?"
The monk surnamed Yu looked at him in surprise, repeated his words again, and said: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, are you okay? Why are you so absorbed in your thoughts?"
Jiang Xianxian gave a perfunctory smile: "It's okay... It's hard to say. The closest ones are the people we came here before, and the others are far away from here. They may arrive in a while, but if they are delayed on the way , it may take an hour or two to get there.”
The monk surnamed Yu sighed again in disappointment.
Several muffled sounds seemed to come from far away through the darkness. Jiang and Yu both looked over there nervously, with worried expressions.
But he saw Liu Qinghuan's eyes closed, distracted by controlling the sword field, and it took a while before he opened them again.
The monk surnamed Yu hurriedly asked: "Is the man surnamed Gu aggressively attacking the Sword Domain? Fellow Daoist Liu, is it really okay to leave him alone?"
How could it be okay?
Although he knew it was impossible, he still had a bit of luck in his heart, hoping that the legendary magical power of the sword domain could trap the opponent.
Liu Qinghuan ruthlessly shattered his illusion: "I can withstand him for a quarter of an hour at most."
The monk surnamed Yu was so anxious that he was running around in circles: "A quarter of an hour! Ah ah ah, think of a way, think of a way quickly..."
Ignoring his panic, Liu Qinghuan turned to Jiang Xianxian and said thoughtfully: "Friend Jiang, do you have any idea?"
Jiang Xianxian's expression changed for a moment, but disappeared before he could see clearly.
"Why do fellow Daoist Liu ask this?"
"What!" The monk surnamed Yu jumped up: "Friend Jiang, do you have a way to deal with that person? It's a life and death situation like this, so stop hiding your secrets and speak quickly!"
Jiang Xianxian's lips moved, his eyes flickered, and he hesitated to speak, as if it was difficult to speak.
Liu Qinghuan's expression moved, and with a turn of his wrist, the Tainan Immortal Sword suddenly appeared!
Sure enough, the other party's eyes immediately focused on the Tainan Fairy Sword, but he immediately noticed something was wrong, his face immediately turned red, and he quickly looked away.
It was such an obvious situation that even the monk surnamed Yu noticed the clues. He closed his mouth and looked at this and that in confusion.
Liu Qinghuan's fingertips traced the mottled body of Tainan Immortal Sword and said slowly: "Are you a disciple of Tainan Sect?"
Jiang Xianxian turned his head and looked at the black mist flowing just a few feet away. He was silent for a long time and finally sighed: "Yes."
With the word "yes", the tension in his whole body seemed to suddenly loosen, and he looked back with a calm and calm expression.
"I am a disciple of Tainan Sect. Tainan Sect was originally called Tainan Immortal Sect. It was the largest sect in the Eastern Barren Continent tens of thousands of years ago. It has been passed down to this day, but I am the only disciple left."
His eyes fell on the Tainan Immortal Sword again: "The sword in your hand, the name of the sword is Taiwei, was once the sword inherited by our sect. After the war between good and evil 30,000 years ago, it traveled with our sect's hometown in the Eastern Wasteland. The continent disappears into the void.”
(End of chapter)