Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 332 Sword Fighting

On the cliff, He Baishi turned into a ribbon, leaping non-stop between the rocks, leaving a series of afterimages behind him.

"Shua!"

The white ribbon twisted in the air, like a fish swimming in the deep sea, quietly piercing the air in front of it, and escaped more than ten feet away.

Amazing speed, beautiful posture.

But seeing afterimages remain, it is difficult to tell where the real body is going.

Sky clouds flying satin!

This is Tianyun Peak's Yukong Body Technique inheritance, if Moqiu remembers correctly, it should only be practiced by inner disciples.

It is said that in the realm of Dacheng, one can walk on the ground without touching the ground for several miles. Although he cannot enter and exit Qingming, it is no different from flying in the eyes of ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, He Baishi would do the same.

But it's not surprising to think about it, after all, he has also obtained the eyes of the spiritual official who can only be practiced by inner disciples.

Others may not have the means to learn other methods.

"Duh!"

But when He Baishi waved his hand, a steel nail with a ruler and a faint aura flew out of his hand, and disappeared into the rock.

His figure flickered, and the steel nails kept flying out.

Not long after, nearly a hundred soul-seizing nails had been driven into the area several kilometers away from Yunyu Peak by him.

"Shua!"

The figure flashed again and appeared in front of Mo Qiu. He Baishi smiled lightly:

"Keep junior waiting for a long time."

"Senior brother, good means." Mo Qiu cupped his hands:

"The spirit-seeking formation is set up with the spirit-seizing nails. In this way, as long as someone passes by, it is difficult to escape the perception of the senior brother. If necessary, the magic formation can also be used to kill the enemy."

"It's the next one, and I took advantage of it."

"Oh!" He Baishi's eyes lit up:

"Unexpectedly, the younger brother also knows the spirit array."

These methods seem ordinary, but they are the experience he has accumulated in the Lingyun Mountains for decades.

Among them, the spirit-seeking formation is a very special formation, few people in the same sect know about it.

Even if you know, there are not many who can tell at a glance.

"I heard a little bit." Mo Qiu nodded.

"Junior brother has always been quiet, but he has such insight, which is beyond my expectation." He Baishi rubbed his chin and said:

"You have nothing to do, Junior Brother, why don't we come and have a swordsmanship competition?"

"This..." Mo Qiu's eyes changed slightly:

"No need, senior brother has a high level of cultivation, I am ashamed of myself, there is nothing to compare with."

"Hey!" He Baishi waved his hand:

"He is just a few years older, and he has accumulated a lot, so it's nothing."

"Besides, I have seen my junior brother's swordsmanship once. I am ashamed of myself. I am about to ask for a lesson."

Saying that, he dodged back more than ten zhang, waved his big sleeve, and seven Qingmeng flying swords circled around his body immediately.

"Junior brother, please!"

The attitude has become a little tougher.

Mo Qiu sighed helplessly, he had no choice but to pinch the sword formula, and with a urge of mana in his body, the Lihuo sword stood straight in front of him like a thread.

A faint red light lingers in all directions.

Immortal cultivators sacrificing magical artifacts will consume the power of the soul, even with the strength of his soul, it is difficult to control seven magical artifacts at the same time.

He Baishi, naturally impossible.

The reason why it can be done is because there is a complete set of instruments, just like Xu Ming's Nine Spirits Fan.

It seems that there are seven or nine pieces, but in fact it is only one piece.

It's just that this kind of magic weapon also consumes a lot of power of the soul, and it is extremely inconvenient to control. If there is no unique method, it is not as convenient as a magic weapon.

But since he is relying on it, he is naturally proficient in the unique method of controlling the sword.

"Li Huo Sword?"

He Baishi looked at the flying sword in front of Mo Qiu, and couldn't help but smile:

"Half out of ten disciples of the outer sect of Chihuo Peak use this flying sword. It seems that the younger brother is not exempt."

"Ashamed." Mo Qiu sighed softly:

"It's really short of money, and the magic weapon is too expensive, so I can only use it so reluctantly."

"Really?" He Baishi was noncommittal, flicking his sleeves lightly:

"Junior brother, please accept the move!"

Seven Star Sword Jue - Kaiyang Guidance.

The sword light flickered, and the seven swords were spread out one by one, interpreting the wonderful changes of the stars, and stabbing in sequence in different trajectories in the sky.

Mo Qiu raised his hand, the Lihuo sword trembled slightly, and lightning flew out.

The Thunderbolt Sword Art!

Yunwu's true art of controlling the sword!

Under Mo Qiu's control, the Lihuo Sword is like thunder, faintly thundering, but it appears cloudy, psychedelic, and elusive.

The two methods of controlling the sword of the Lu family have achieved a perfect fusion in his hands.

The flying sword danced in the air, like clouds and fog, desolate and desolate, piercing through the defense of the seven swords in an instant.

At that moment, Li Huo Jian seemed to have lost its substance, ignoring the Seven Swords' killing, and rushed forward.

"Um?"

He Baishi's complexion changed, and he subconsciously urged the sword art, the sword's posture changed, and the lightning flashed back to the defense.

The Screen of Yuheng!

The seven-layer thin barrier seems to be broken with a poke, but it is unpredictable and firmly guards one side.

The Lihuo sword changed rapidly and flashed several times in an instant, like a nimbly swimming fish, piercing through the five barriers in sequence.

But going one step further, it's not enough.

"Good swordsmanship!"

He Baishi was shocked and couldn't help but praise.

He has practiced so far, nearly one year old, but he has to admit that Moqiu's sword control skills are among the top three among all the people he has ever seen.

Amazing!

Reach the pinnacle!

It is obviously just an ordinary sword formula, but it displays a power that makes his heart jump, which has to be admired.

Don't ask for your complexion to remain unchanged, and the sword formula will be displayed again.

That ray of sword light changed from rigid to soft according to his thoughts, as the arm pointed, slashing and stabbing around the air.

In his heart, Feijian has been compatible with it, and manipulating Feijian is as easy as eating with chopsticks, without any hindrance.

The heart moves at will, and there is everything. In the eyes of others, his way of controlling the sword has a more carefree feeling.

However...

Feijian quality is too low!

No matter how exquisite his sword control skills are, his speed and strength can only be regarded as barely enough.

After He Baishi panicked at the beginning, he slowly stabilized his position and started to counterattack.

With his eyes fixed, he swiftly made a tactic with his fingers, manipulating the flying sword to change.

Fluctuate!

"Om..."

Controlling the sword's light suddenly flourishing, the seven flying swords intersect back and forth to form a net, trapping the Lihuo sword in it like a cage.

The seven swords revolve around a mysterious trajectory, no matter how the Lihuo sword changes, it cannot break through.

As the cage got smaller and smaller, the movement range of the Lihuo sword became more and more restricted, and the change of the sword style became more and more clumsy. He Baishi couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

next moment.

"Shua!"

Among the seven swords, a ray of clear sword light suddenly flew out, piercing directly between the eyebrows of Mo Qiu who was concentrating on controlling the sword.

The light of the sword is like a rainbow, and the castration is astonishing, and there is a fierce murderous intent in it.

Mo Qiu raised his head, his eyes were calm, there was no wave on his face, and the shape of the flying sword that was attacking rapidly was reflected in his eyes.

"Shua!"

Just when he was an inch away from the center of his eyebrows, Feijian froze suddenly and stopped in mid-air.

"I admire!" Mo Qiu calmly cupped his hands:

"Senior brother is still very good at swordsmanship, I am ashamed of myself."

He Baishi squinted his eyes slightly, the mana in his body was slowly swimming, the flying sword was still in the air, and the expression on his face was changing back and forth.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly laughed out loud, and the flying sword returned, and the murderous intent in the arena dissipated in an instant.

"Junior brother is too modest, I just took advantage of the flying sword, and I can't compare to your skill in controlling the sword."

He knew it.

In terms of sword control, even if you flatter yourself, you can't keep up with the opponent. If Mo Qiu has a middle-grade flying sword in his hand...

I am afraid that many inner disciples may not be his opponents.

Taking another deep look at Mo Qiu, he turned over and jumped up, landed on a rock in the distance, and sat cross-legged.

Mo Qiu's face remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, until now he looked away, slowly retracted the flying sword, and chose another place to sit down.

…………

In the valley.

A group of dozens of people were fleeing in a hurry.

Among this group of people, there are martial arts masters and servant girls, but all of them have panicked expressions on their faces.

escape!

run away!

Run far away, the only way to avoid the pursuit of the devil behind.

"Zheng..."

Sword chant sounded from above.

Hearing the sound, everyone's face turned pale, and before they had time to think about it, they rushed to the ground with all their might. This was what they learned from other people's experience in dealing with immortal cultivators. .

"Shua!"

Like a scythe harvesting rice, a ghostly shadow of sword light clings to the ground and sweeps across the audience.

Those who couldn't dodge in time were cut off by the sword light immediately.

"ah!"

There was a scream.

Some people were lucky, and after escaping the catastrophe, they turned over in a hurry and fled in all directions.

next moment.

"Shua!"

Seven consecutive sword lights flashed, and the trees collapsed, burying dozens of corpses below.

He Baishi retracted his flying sword and smiled. The joy of killing always cheered him up.

"Brother." Mo Qiu appeared behind, frowning and said:

"The chief culprit has been killed. Even if there are a few warriors left, most of them are ignorant servants and mountain people. There is no need to kill them all."

"What?" He Baishi turned his head to look:

"Brother, is your heart softening?"

"They are all filthy mortals. If you kill them, you will kill them. As immortal cultivators, killing a few mortals is nothing. There is no need to take it to heart."

Don't raise your eyebrows.

He is very clear that immortal cultivators look down on mortals from above, but it is extremely rare to see one as extreme as He Baishi.

"Heh..." He Baishi let out a sigh, shook his head and said without seeking attention:

"I forgot, junior brother was also a mortal before, well, I will pay attention to it next."

As he spoke, his expression changed slightly, and he took out something from his body.

"It happened!"

"how?"

"An accident happened in Huifeng Valley, it should be something hard." He Baishi's eyes flickered, and he said:

"Junior brother, it's inconvenient for me to leave, you go and have a look!"

"Well……"

Don't ask to raise your head and look into the distance:

"Also."

…………

Near Fucheng.

Wan Renping's face was ashen, wrapped in a cloud of breeze, and he walked quickly in the villages and towns full of ruins.

"come out!"

"Demon girl, come out if you have the ability, let's have a fair battle!"

Amidst the roar, he drew his sword formula, and the gourd of thousands of swords at his waist immediately spewed out nearly a hundred sword lights.

As the sword light passed, the 100 meters ahead seemed to have been plowed, the ground cracked and the soil was flying.

"whee……"

The charming laughter fluctuates from left to right, making it difficult to figure out.

"Senior brother is very capable, my little sister is ashamed, but I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to catch me."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Wan Renping paused, stood on the spot, and looked around:

"In the past few days, you have neither hit nor left. Could it be that you want to entangle me..."

"Um?"

He regained consciousness instantly:

"What do you want to do when you entangle me?"

"Hee hee..." Zhu Yurong smiled coquettishly:

"It's nothing, I just want the lives of the senior brother's subordinates, I'm afraid the senior brother won't allow it, and my little sister has no other choice but to do this."

Happy Dragon Boat Festival!