The Lord who use immortals as food

But on the other side, Wudong had already drawn the long sword on the stage.

He looked up at Qu Zhu in the air, who was also looking down. A stream of blood was splashing around the black robe. The shadow-faced Sima looked indifferent and gently released the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The opening of [Lotus Heart Sword] is actually very simple, or in other words, when Qu Zhu carved it that night, this formation has been in an activated state. And when the two people without weapons injected their true energy into the weapons on both sides, the formation was completed and took effect.

This should be an absolutely pure fighting stage, but the two Xuanmen each have the means to bring in swords, and Qu Zhu did not want to use this formation to deal with Wudong.

But now, he has always known that this He Jian is a difficult opponent, but he still didn't expect him to have such absolute courage to activate this formation.

He obviously doesn't know much about the formation, and he also knows that the enemy's formation is divine.

But everything happened after all. Qu Zhu thought of many things that would happen later in an instant, and his eyes were dark and quiet.

Like a circle that was instantly connected, the law forged by the mysterious spirit of heaven and earth completely descended on this space. The long sword in Qu Zhu's hand was sent back to the scabbard with a "clang", and the jade tiger left on the ground also swept back to the old man's waist.

All the weapons that did not belong to this place were cast into the scabbard, and the mysterious energy was completely blocked. Qu Zhu fell to the ground, leaning against the cliff, and his black robe slowly fell.

Meng Li slowly showed his figure, pointed to the sword wound that sealed his chest and abdomen with a pale face, and looked at the person in front of him coldly.

No explanation is needed. Now everyone can see the reversal of the situation-the amazing sword cultivator, the magical power in his body almost makes him invincible in the realm of the pulse tree; the immortal platform crane inspector who has fought in the strange cases and dangerous events for forty years, when he fell behind a distinct realm, he repeatedly challenged the authority of [Ye Que] with close combat.

Now everyone is on the same level, and the two weapons allowed are all in their hands.

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from his palm, Meng Li grasped the hilt again, and disappeared into nothingness again.

When he appeared again, he stuck out the blade from the cliff behind Qu Zhu!

The strange man with the magic skill Jue Men always attacked the enemy when he was most vulnerable and caught off guard, but this time Meng Li took the lead, and his cold and angry expression was exactly the same as that rainy night in Bowang.

Qu Zhu leaned and turned, and a stream of blood was left in the air. Without the support of the mysterious energy, his perception and reaction were indeed much slower, and the "Dao Xu Ming Shi Zong Jing" finally showed its mysterious and unpredictable true nature.

But the bright face was always indifferent. He only glanced at Meng Li who stuck out from the air. The young man had sunk into nothingness again. He did not chase this moment of delay, but turned around again, and the sheathed sword screamed from his waist.

"Guangcheng Danjian" · [Flowing Clouds in the Sleeves]

A sword technique full of Taoist meaning, which is exquisite enough to be listed in the top five of Kongtong. At this time, when the sword turned in front of him, it happened to catch Wudong's tricky sword.

Unfortunately, this is not a "sword".

The sharp blade and the sheath intertwined, both heading for each other's throats. The two looked at each other coldly at the same time, showing indifference that they would never retreat, and gave up at the same time at a subtle enough node, but Qu Zhu's arm suddenly tensed after turning the sword.

The light and ethereal folding of [Flowing Clouds in the Sleeves] lost its due magic, and the iron stick in his hand went as it should. Qu Zhu twisted it hard with his true energy, but the sword move was cut off here, and a gap was inevitably exposed.

Wudong passed the sword in at the fastest speed, and Qu Zhu also leaned forward to block it at the fastest speed. The black robe was cut off a corner in the flying, and there was a clang of metal and iron clashing, and behind him, Meng Li had already condensed a "real" knife.

Wudong's attack suddenly became fierce. Qu Zhu only stared back at him, and the violent true energy immediately poured out along the scabbard. The bright face stared at Wudong, and once again resolutely fought to kill.

But this time, when the delicate node came, neither of them stopped the sword.

With gray eyes staring at the face, the two straight weapons crossed each other, and Wudong's sword penetrated deeply into Qu Zhu's abdomen. The end of Qu Zhu's scabbard broke Wudong's ribs.

And the next moment, Wudong's other hand pressed the end of the scabbard that was almost in the flesh.

The gray eyes raised coldly, and cast a look at Meng Li from the shoulders of the black robe.

Meng Li had already pressed the handle of the knife in the void.

The old man did say "I'll give you a chance to kill him", but Meng Li didn't expect it to be in such a tragic way. The long knife in his hand was full of power. He gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes, his long hair flying, and the bursting true energy spread around him with surging waves.

However, at this moment, Qu Zhu suddenly threw away the sheathed sword in his hand without any care.

It was as if it was a piece of trash that he could finally get rid of. At the moment of letting go, the violent true qi flow was cut off, and he unilaterally stopped controlling Wudong. Wudong would never give up this opportunity. The long sword that lost its restraint instantly caused a serious injury in Qu Zhu's abdomen, but Qu Zhu turned his head as if he didn't care.

The colorful and complex drama stared indifferently at the empty air behind him. When Meng Li raised his sword to break through the air, the hand in the black robe had already reached out to him.

Meng Li reacted half a breath later, and his heart fell into an ice cellar in an instant.

The young genius who practiced the three chapters of swords and knives, under the "Dao Xu Jing", his moves were always unpredictable like gods and ghosts. It's a pity that those swords and knives - especially the knives - were the same genius who had already walked the path thirty years ago.

Qu Zhu knew clearly how he would judge the knives, and also knew which weakness he had left for him.

However, no matter what, what you abandon the scabbard to meet is only an empty arm. In the realm of the vein tree, facing an opponent who is also the eighth life, it is a lie to take the sword with empty hands.

But...that's the left arm.

The loudest sound was the clash of gold and iron. Under the tumult of sword energy, the black robe was shattered like embers, and then the skin was cut into pieces. Then was the black surging iron. At first glance, it looks like an insect nest, with fine silver lines outlined on it, trembling brightly in front of this knife.

Qu Zhu obviously failed to support the sword, and his left arm suddenly fell with the force of the sword, and his body became skewed, but the cold scene still looked at Meng Li silently.

Behind him, Wudong moved forward with his sword as fast as possible, and Meng Li immediately put away his sword and escaped, but it was still too late.

This Tie Ning's arm held his blade with his backhand.

Qu Zhu's body was as straight as a soaring dragon. He grabbed his knife and lifted his body. His torn black robe was flying like an owl. He leaned back, and with the sound of bones cracking, he hit the young man's abdomen hard with his leg.

The long knife was released.

The extremely ferocious killing sword without holes arrived at this moment. Qu Zhu leaned over and the cold sword tip was touching his throat.

The knife is like a flying shadow.

The two bright blades reflected each other, Qu Zhuheng's sword was in his throat, and the holeless sword tip scratched the sword-like body, leaving only a sharp and straight faint mark that echoed.

Meng Li forcibly broke off his flight, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He threw himself forward to strangle the sword light, but the scene was still looking at Wudong, but the sword trembled like a ghost and sank into his shoulder.

The next moment, what appeared from the wound was not a sharp sting, but a heavy tear. The knife had once again turned into a slash without mercy, and the sound of an explosion of air exploded in the air, and the whole body was shocked. In the middle, his back spine hit the stone wall hard, and blood poured out of his mouth. He tried to control his falling body a little, but the energy in his meridians was completely out of control.

Qu Zhu used this cut to break away from the hole-free sword edge. He coughed twice when he landed on the ground, and a trace of bright blood flowed from under the scene into his neck.

Even though the mysterious energy is gone, the chalcedony of the spiritual body remains as before.

Wudong's expression didn't change at all.

His gray eyes were still cold. He only took a breath and raised his sword again.

The battlefield where only two people were left erupted in decisive bloodshed.

There are no more temptations involved. Both of them regard each other as their own enemies. There is no need to expect that the other will fall into a trap, let alone to dream that he will fall unconscious at a certain moment. The two of them are equally clear about all the details and situations in the fight, and they are both pale. His long hair was scattered in the blood beads, and the bright sword shadow was broken into pieces.

So there were no ups and downs, and the advantages and disadvantages were inevitably revealed in the clean and neat changes of moves.

Wudong's body is not strong enough, he has suffered more serious injuries before, and in terms of sword fighting itself, the advantage created by "Swallowing the Sea" cannot make up for it.

So at a certain moment, the sword fight instantly turned into a brutal close-quarters fight.

It's hard to imagine two Xuanmen masters fighting such a duel, but they were indeed fighting elbows with elbows, legs with legs, and blades with blades. Their fists, swords, and knees collided with each other with all their strength, and each one was thrown out in the gap. The white blades are thrilling enough.

"You lose." The old man in the scene suddenly spoke hoarsely, blood escaping from his throat.

There is no mask in Wudong, but this always cold face is no different from a mask. He was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes, and a dangerous sword light suddenly rose from his waist, like the flash of a bright mirror.

Such a sword was enough to kill 90% of Shaolong's eight lives, but here it was just a fresh and ordinary thing again. The Qu Zhu Dao was like a flowing shadow, and it had been lightly attached to the blade.

Once again, the two blades crossed each other, so that neither of them would exchange their wounds. They stopped their swords at the same time and avoided, preparing for the next attack.

But when Qu Zhu turned his sword this time, his body suddenly became cold.

Qu Zhu completely abandoned his sword, but Wudong only abandoned half of his sword. He gave up completely avoiding the sword, and almost pressed his waist and abdomen against the sword, thus gaining a chance to strike again.

Qu Zhu first raised the knife and gouged it out coldly, taking all the advantages he could get from the new change, and then pulled back the knife from the terrifying gash in the holeless waist and abdomen, just in time to face the sword.

What Wudong brought him was a stunning killing sword.

The speed within the speed, the shadow within the shadow, like the sudden flash of lightning in the thick dark clouds.

This sword is destined to have no name. It is not enough to appear in the Xuanmen realm, and Wudong has not used it for more than ten years.

But it is indeed the swordsmanship that the old man has honed with his blood and life for more than ten years in the darkest side of the world. Those who have seen it call it the "Sword of the King of Hell."

Perfect for killing enemies closely.

Qu Zhu's throat tightened suddenly, and he was determined not to stop the sword at this moment.

He only had time to lift the horizontal knife with the handle and swallow it, and then he pressed the knife sideways as much as possible, so that the blade passed diagonally through the bones of his upper body instead of passing through the throat, heart, and lungs.

But he didn't avoid it.

The blood-spattered scene suddenly leaned forward, like an evil ghost, and the knife raised to the chin did not move down.

It turns a mysterious arc.

Qu Zhu directly put the sword in, letting Wudong's sword penetrate into his right chest, pressing him and nailing him to the stone wall. The sword floating outside the sword gently removed Wudong's entire sword. arms.

Of course, the winner has been decided. In the spiritual body, the heart and lungs are no longer lethal, and without arms and swords, there is no way to fight.

In fact, when Qu Zhu opened his mouth, drawing the sword without holes was a reply in itself.

All four eyes are equally piercing, and no one can hide his own state. If he had not admitted this, how could the old man have made waves on the ground and exchanged such an irreparable serious injury for a sword attack?

Just because I had to go out.

This last sword is indeed dazzling and dangerous, but Qu Zhu will never faint in the face of danger.

However, Qu Zhu looked at Wudong's dull movements, and his expression seemed to be stiff for the first time.

The old man seemed to want to give this arm to him.

Looking at him with pale gray eyes, the old man leaned back as soon as he was nailed into the stone wall. He didn't even let go of the hilt of the sword, because he knew clearly that the next moment he would touch the sword from his shoulder. bid farewell.

The next flicker lifted his shoulders.

The other free hand without holes has been raised, with three fingers pinched together and two fingers held straight.

That is, [pulling thread].

Starting from the removal of the characteristics of the [Jade Tiger] imitation sword, there are not two weapons that can be used in this stone room, but three.

It can come out at any time, but only at this moment, when the situation is really pressed to its end, when the torn and bloody black robe is nailed to the stone wall, and the long sword has no time to turn, will this sword be truly fatal.

Wudong fell backwards, and the sword blade of light and dark swept forward. Two identical swords appeared in the formation at the same time, and the repulsive force of [Lotus Heart Judgment Sword] suddenly came down. The long sword nailed into the stone wall already let out an overwhelmed whine. If the two swords were broken, it would definitely not be [Jade Tiger]. 】——Obviously, as long as there is another forced movement that stimulates the formation, the sword in the room will immediately break.

This is of course an absolute death state. This gap is very narrow, but it clearly exists. Maybe Qu Zhu can fly up from the wall in the next moment, but at this moment, he is completely a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Without the Qi, the spiritual body is useless, the long knife is away from the body, and only the throat is clearly and fragilely exposed.

[Jade Tiger] Youming's blade floats in the center of your field of vision.

It was at this moment that Qu Zhu finally understood clearly why the old man came here. After Jade Tiger, his gray hair was messy, his cheeks were stained with blood, and his pale gray eyes and those theatrical eyes were staring straight at him. The next moment the sword blade was about to cut off one of their throats, but time seemed to be silent at this moment.

"You lost." The old man said softly.

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After "hanging the sky curtain", the peaks are hidden in the mist.

It had been nearly an hour since Pei Ye left the Sutra Library, and he kept walking east and north. The sound of the waterfall finally faded away. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked east, when his eyes were attracted by a deep valley cliff.

It is tall and secretive, facing south and facing north, with towering green hills and thick cypress trees.

It definitely didn't look like a place where people would live permanently, so Pei Ye immediately jumped down.

He fell into the cliff in an instant, and the autumn silence and deep cold suddenly enveloped him. Standing in this valley, looking back, he could no longer see the shadow of the five peaks. It is conceivable that people who see the five peaks will never be able to see this cliff valley.

Pei Ye held down the hilt of the sword and walked down through the trees and rocks. However, there was only silence and endless turns and cliff trees. Finally, when Pei Ye began to suspect that he had found the wrong place again, he saw a simple corner of the house. Hidden from behind the trees.

There is a huge cliff, whether natural or man-made. It sticks out from the cliff. There is no way to climb down or climb up. It is surrounded by layers of cliff trees. No one would have thought of it unless they were looking for it. There is actually a human realm hidden here.

Pei Yehe stood quietly on the treetops. This was a small courtyard built against the cliff. It was located quietly in the morning light, even a little peaceful.

But Pei Ye only felt cold and cold. On a night when the wind roared seven years ago, it was in this courtyard that the two of them took the freshly stripped souls from the young man's body and ate them with the lifeless demon swords. They decided to poison Xilong and the young man from now on. The evil plot of Longliangdao.

Now he looked at the courtyard, no one came in or out, it seemed completely empty.

"Go and take a look." Pei Ye couldn't hold back, and dropped his sword. Black Cat intended to observe more, but after all, the young man had already said the words "precaution with urgency".

The two of them landed in front of the door, and what they saw was a very ordinary courtyard. The walls and door panels were all old and damaged, as if they had been there for more than ten years.

After pushing open the door and entering, the black cat's eyes fell on the tables and chairs in the courtyard, and immediately moved away, alerting the surroundings.

Pei Ye stepped forward and flicked it.

"It rained two days ago, but there are no traces of mud on the side. It has been cleaned recently." He said, "But it doesn't look like it has been inhabited for a long time."

The surfaces of the tables and chairs were very clean, but the corners lacked the roundness that comes with long-term use. Pei Ye was used to old tables and chairs, and he knew how many marks an object would leave under people's use.

That means that the owner of this courtyard has only been back for a few days.

Since when? After leaving Bowang?

Standing in the courtyard, he could already feel the emptiness in the house. Pei Ye pushed the door open again and found that no one was there. It still had all the furnishings that a human residence should have, neither new nor old. The two of them didn't see anything unusual, and the room was indeed quiet.

Just in the subtle intuition, everyone and the cat tensed up - all the details showed that this was not like the oppressive silence without anyone, but more like the emptiness after something had broken it.

Until they lifted the curtain and stepped into the inner hall, the two of them held their breath at the same time.

A huge cave appeared in front of us, breaking through the wall of the house and heading into the mountain wall. It was unknown how deep it was.

This was definitely not opened by normal means. The torn edge and the chaotic mysterious energy were still reminding everything. Suddenly, Pei Ye focused his eyes and saw the wandering electric light as thin as insects and ants on its edge.

Pei Ye realized something with his heart and lungs tightening in an instant. Before he could say a word, he swooped in with his sword.

First, there was a huge array pattern painted on the stone wall. At the same time, the smell of blood spread to his nose. Pei Ye had no time to look at anything. He walked straight through the second stone room. The smell of blood suddenly hit his nostrils until he came to a stream of broken water. In front of the curtain, he pressed his sword and rushed in. The sight in front of him instantly froze him on the spot.

As if a huge hammer hit his head, Pei Ye stood motionless and stiff.

In front of him was a tall, huge stone chamber, with rich blood floating in the air. Two stone platforms were built on far opposite sides, as if they had been enshrined in something. There were complex carvings on the ground that seemed to have taken effect, and were now dark. . The young man whom Bowang had met once on a rainy night was seriously injured and slumped under the stone wall. There was a huge slash from his shoulder to his abdomen.

At the other end of the stone hall, He Jian, who seemed to be always calm and reliable, was pierced by a strangely beautiful sword and nailed to the stone wall. He was covered in blood, and his organs slipped out from the huge blood hole in his waist and abdomen. The gray hair hung down to cover his face, and the falling blood stuck them into stiff strands.

Not far from the corpse, a man wearing a torn, blood-stained black robe was sitting against the wall. The bloody cracks on his shoulders, neck, waist and abdomen were visible to the naked eye. There was a huge crack-like wound on his right chest, and a sword that was broken into two pieces was discarded. On the ground.

A blue bird had its neck broken by him and lay stiffly on the ground. Small blood spots were spattered on the green feathers. The mailbox on his leg had been opened, and his blood-dried hands were tearing a piece of letter into pieces. , and then burned to complete ashes. The cold and blood-stained scene was leaning on the stone wall indifferently, looking at the visitor quietly.

Pei Ye stared at this scene stiffly, his body as cold as hypothermia, and only the blood in his depths was boiling bit by bit.