Too Reckless

"Too reckless (!

The Qingdu River is several miles wide, and the fighting of several people on the riverside, no matter how loud, is compared with the vast river, the movement can be ignored.

On the river bank opposite the battlefield, among the bushes.

The burly Situ was shocked, crouched behind the bushes, stared carefully at the fight opposite Jiang, and said:

"Push the sword with qi, and bring qi with the sword. When you shake your hand at the critical moment, you can't see the sword coming out of the sheath, and the tip of the sword has already hit the opponent. Uncle, this sword is very fast, and its killing power is a bit excessive."

Situ shook his body, and a bronze mirror was suspended; the mirror was facing the reed beach, but the scenery inside the mirror was not the river view opposite, but the interior of a resplendent palace.

The palace is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, with copper cranes incense incense, and in the center is a luxurious soft couch. In front of the couch is a bead curtain, which faintly reveals the outline of a lady lying on her side, dressed like a palace empress, with graceful curves, but she is fascinated. Can't see clearly.

The empress in the palace was also watching the fight thousands of miles away, and when she heard Situ's shocking words, the voice came from the bronze mirror:

"It seems to be 'Jian Yi'."

Situ was a little puzzled: "I also look like Jianyi, but which school is this? It's not like Jingtai's, nor Yunshui Jiantan's. Could it be from the Jianhuang City in Central Continent?"

There was silence in the bronze mirror: "This sword intent is unique, and none of the nine schools matches it. Could it be that it was originally created by the ancestors?"

"The original school created by the ancestor can't teach him 'Jian Yi'. Jian Yi has to understand it by himself. What is the wrist guard just now? The magic weapon fairy weapon given by the ancestor?"

"Among the magical treasures in the Iron Arrow House's treasury, there is no such wristband. It should be the old ancestor's private collection, and I don't even know it."

"Old Ancestor is so kind to this kid."

"Humph……"

There was a faint snort in the mirror, no more words...

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Opposite Jiang, the fight continues.

Zhao Wuxie rushed to the bank of the river, holding a long sword and rushing towards Zhang Yinfeng, with murderous aura in his eyes, and said angrily:

"Dog thief, pay my family's life back!"

Zuo Lingquan and Cheng Jiujiang raided from left and right, and surrounded Zhang Yinfeng, who was alone, by the river.

Zhang Yinfeng saw his younger brother die suddenly and was surrounded and killed by three rivals. There was anger in his eyes, but no fear at all.

For a cultivator in the Spirit Valley, each level is not only as simple as the number increases by one, but each level has its own innate magical powers.

Zhang Yinfeng has the seventh level of Linggu, the Wushou golden body is much more tyrannical than Cheng Jiujiang, and he has the qi protection body, plus the true qi transformation shape and the space imperial object; superimposed, just the innate supernatural powers are not below the fourth level. The monks can parry at will.

Seeing the three of them attacking from all sides, Zhang Yinfeng's eyes were cold, his hands were pinched, and six swords flew out from the sword box behind him again; The translucent red armor; at the same time, a talisman also floated out from the sleeve and turned into a huge golden bell, covering the whole body.

thump—

After a muffled sound, Zhang Yinfeng's whole body was shining brightly, and even the silhouette was a little difficult to see; together with the three swords that were shot first, a total of nine swords were suspended outside the golden bell, facing in all directions, ready to go.

Before Zuo Lingquan dashed forward, seeing this scene, he stopped and said coldly:

"Coward, something comes out!"

Cheng Jiujiang didn't even think of going forward to break the defense, and stopped in place.

Zhao Wuxie was carrying a **** vengeance, so he raised his sword and ran to the front, the long sword in his hand shot, the white streamer turned into a crane shadow, and with a sharp sword sound, it collided with the golden bell.

thump—

A thick and muffled sound shook the river bank.

The golden bell swayed, but that was all.

Zhang Yinfeng didn't even fight back, just looked at Zhao Wuxie coldly.

Seeing that he couldn't break the defense, Zhao Wuxie could only surround himself and said angrily:

"Zhang Yinfeng, you villain, dare to come out and fight me!"

Standing within the two layers of protection, Zhang Yinfeng had already recognized who Zhao Wuxie was from his face, and said:

"Your parents, and even relatives and friends in the same village, died under my sword; today is your only chance for revenge. If you want to kill me, just come."

Zhao Wuxie gritted his teeth, he had blood and hatred in his heart, but he was not carried away by hatred.

The middle-grade 'Golden Bell Talisman' can be drawn into the ground as a prison. Although the monks inside can't come out, the monks outside have to do their best to break it. And even if it is broken, the armor condensed from the true qi shape is tougher than Jin Zhongfu. As long as it can't be killed at one time, Zhang Yinfeng's body is constantly replenished, and it will never be broken.

Cheng Jiujiang knew that there was no way to break the defense, so he said:

"The real gas transformation form consumes a lot of money, so I can only drag it hard to see how long he can support it."

Zhang Yinfeng looked contemptuous, raised his hands, and the nine swords outside the golden bell rose a little at the same time:

"How long can I last, you don't have to worry about it, ask yourself how long you can last."

When the words fell, Zhang Yinfeng pushed with both hands.

The nine swords shot forward at the same time, stabbing the three people around.

Since Zuo Lingquan practiced, it was the first time he saw such a shameless style of play. He flew sideways, raised his arm, and the phoenix armguard spread out in an instant, like a phoenix spreading its wings, blocking him and Cheng Jiujiang.

ding ding ding ding ding-

Sparks splattered on the Phoenix Shield.

Zhao Wuxie flew back and quickly retreated, raising the distance between the swords to block, and being attacked by the three swords, the parry was obviously a little weak.

Cheng Jiujiang saw that the other party was manipulating the flying sword inside the turtle shell to kill people. He was so angry that the seven orifices gave rise to smoke. He had no magic weapon to protect his body.

"I can't fight, it's too shameless. If I drag the red-haired old immortal over, I won't have to run."

Zuo Lingquan shielded the six sharp blades surrounding his body with the unfolded phoenix armguard, and said:

"The golden bell can't move, withdraw."

Zhao Wuxie knew that it would be difficult to kill Zhang Yinfeng, and if he dragged his life, he would be gone, so he could only evacuate from afar.

It's just that Zhang Yinfeng didn't mean to let the tiger go back to the mountain. Seeing that the three of them wanted to run away, he said coldly:

"Come when you want, leave when you want, treat my Qingyun City as your own yard?"

While speaking, Zhang Yinfeng raised his hand to pinch the sword.

The nine treasured swords that chased the three of them, seven of them pulled out and flew to the surrounding reed beach. The tip of the sword hovered towards the ground, and red flames spewed out from the tip of the sword. The flames of other swords meet.

boom--

But in an instant, the seven swords formed a heptagonal sword formation around the periphery, forming a fire wall of 10 feet and high, and surrounded the three of them.

Zuo Lingquan stopped in a hurry and was about to jump over, but above his head, seven swords were connected in series with each other, forming a lid like a sea of ​​fire, completely blocking the last exit.

The rolling heat wave hit, the grass and trees in the sword formation turned to fly ash, and even the scenery began to distort.

Cheng Jiujiang's face turned pale: "The seven-star sword formation in Yunshui Jiantan is guided by the fire of the earth's heart, and I will definitely not be able to rush out."

After Zhang Yinfeng finished the sword formation, he raised his right hand to control the sword formation, his eyes looked contemptuous as if he were looking at three ants:

"You young people, after listening to a few fairy tales about cross-border fighting from Mr. Storyteller, you forgot how much you have. I really thought that if you devote yourself to practicing swords for more than ten years, you will be able to outperform others who practice hard for dozens of years. The way of the year?"

Zhao Wuxie was blocked by the sword formation and could only retreat quickly to Zuo Lingquan's side:

"Seven Star Sword Formation, the eye of the formation is Zhang Yinfeng, there is no need to run away."

Zuo Lingquan glanced around: "He only has two swords, the three of us..."

Before the words were finished, the three of them saw four flames falling from the top of the sword formation, condensing into long swords in mid-air, and hovering in front of the golden bell.

Zhang Yinfeng controlled the flying sword with his left hand, and his eyes showed sarcasm:

"Boy, what other magical powers do you want to see? Before you die, I'll open your eyes to you, don't say such stupid things that will make people laugh out loud in the next life."

Zuo Lingquan was speechless.

The seventh-level cultivator of Linggu has been able to initially control the world, so he is so domineering.

After Cheng Jiujiang glanced at it, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Break it hard, it's hard for him to keep the sword formation distracted, and the seventh-level cultivator wields the sword in the air, and the power is not as strong as the sword in his hand; even if we can't break the sword formation, we can die in the hands of You Huang's ancestors, and this life is not in vain. already."

Zhao Wuxie was not afraid of death at all, so he rushed towards Jin Zhong with his sword in hand:

"Let's go together, the two of us will break the defense, and you will find an opportunity to kill with one sword."

Zuo Lingquan's face was sinking like water, his body burst out and rushed to the front, raising his hand and unfolding the Phoenix Armguard, blocking the six swords that were stabbing.

Cheng Jiujiang rushed behind Zuo Lingquan, and when the distance got closer, his momentum skyrocketed, his fists shone with electric light, jumped out from Zuo Lingquan's head, and shouted angrily:

"Ben Lei!"

boom -

The fists landed on the golden bell, the golden bell phantom swayed, and several cracks appeared on the talisman floating above.

The white light above Zhao Wuxie's sword was almost dazzling. At the moment when Zuo Lingquan put away his armguard, he stabbed the golden bell with a sword. The sword light was like a white rainbow, and the phantom of the golden bell that had been shaken was smashed in an instant. , and stabbed Zhang Yinfeng who was standing there.

Zhang Yinfeng's eyes were cold, and when he controlled the six swords to turn back, the red infuriating energy on his body turned into a surging sword gang, which smashed the sword qi contained in Zhao Wuxie's sword to pieces, but the protective sword gang was also cut.

Zuo Lingquan took this opportunity, raised his hand and stabbed out a sword, a dragon roar sounded in the sword formation, turned into an ink-colored blade, pierced through the protective qi, and landed on Zhang Yinfeng's chest.

bang——

The ink-colored sword energy poured out.

The condensed armor on Zhang Yinfeng's chest burst instantly, and a large gap appeared in the mouth of the bowl; the robe on his body was smashed by the sword energy, scraping the flesh and blood on his chest, and white bones were visible.

Zhang Yinfeng didn't expect Zuo Lingquan to be able to break through his armor with one sword, and his eyes showed a bit of astonishment!

But that's about it.

Although Zhang Yinfeng's body armor was shattered, its powerful protective power still neutralized most of the power of Zuo Lingquan's sword.

The strength of the three people's combined strikes knocked Zhang Yinfeng out a few steps, and the Seven Star Sword Formation also swayed, but Zhang Yinfeng quickly stabilized his body, and a talisman floated out of his sleeve again, turning into a golden bell over his head. .

A hole was punched in the armor where the infuriating energy condensed, but it recovered in the blink of an eye, and even the wound on the chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Yinfeng raised his right hand to stabilize the sword formation, his eyes showed a ferocious look:

"What a domineering swordsmanship, but what can I do?!"

Cheng Jiujiang didn't have time to pursue him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but despair:

"How do you fight this?"

Zhao Wuxie had no choice:

"Find a way to break through the sword formation and run."

The three of them are now trying to find a way to break the formation, which is equivalent to bullshit.

It was the first time that Zuo Lingquan met such an iron-clad king. After all, he only had the first level of Linggu. If he could break his armor with a sword, he would not be able to kill; if he wanted to kill, he had to break his armor first. Rearm between gaps.

The three of them together might not be able to match Zhang Yinfeng's reserves, and the situation suddenly became a dead end...

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