PFC Chapter 81 On Sword Wei Zheng
Chapter 81 On Sword Wei Zheng
Xuanhen Sword Sect, beheaded Yintai, and beat Xuanshi to death.
Xuan Hen drew out his sword lightly, the sword was full of blood, and his life was snatched from his blade. A chilling air and the smell of blood spread from the black stone death ring, completely washing away the previous fairy light scenery, picturesque tranquility.
Jiang Shumo was dressed in moon-white clothes, unstained by a drop of blood and half-stained. He was still standing quietly on the black stone death ring.
His clothes were wet with blood, and the sky was gradually tilting. Looking at the distant mountains of Yuntai, with their chaotic peaks and green mountains, Jiang Moshu said,
"happy!"
Bones cut down the mysterious, one sword at a time.
A total of seven swordsmen from the nine sword halls of Xuanhen Sword Sect used their swords, and one swordsman from each of the three branches of the Xu family rushed to the death ring, and all of them were chopped down on the black stone death ring.
The body was picked up by Jiang Schumo and gently laid flat on the side of the ring.
The dying expressions on the corpse's head were either frightened or unaware. The remaining Taoist disciples of Xuan Shi were silent when they saw it.
For some unknown reason, the children of the Lan family would never come to this death challenge. They only fought fiercely between the birth challenge and the other peaks, making them indistinguishable.
The remaining three Jianzi from the Xu family looked at each other and saw fear and cowardice in each other's eyes. They no longer dared to go on stage to risk their lives.
The three of them sighed and walked towards the living room paved with white stones.
Only four Taoists from Xuanhen Sword Sect were left standing silently.
One of them said to Yu Huaiyuan, "Junior brother Yu, this man's swordsmanship is very good. Compared with the three of us, he is just a shadow. You can't do it."
Yu Huaiyuan was silent for a while, then turned to the other three people and said,
"I have the blood debt of seventeen senior brothers on my body. I must find that Ji Cuiyu to die together, but I can't go up and fight with this Jiang Moshu in a sword fight. The three senior brothers must not think that I am afraid of death."
Wu Ying nodded and said slowly: "Everyone has a reason to draw a sword. If so, life and death are nothing more than a matter of leisure.
Since the person above is not the reason for you to draw the sword, there is no harm in hiding the sword. "
Yu Huaiyuan lowered his head and stopped talking. He just took a few steps back, took out his spiritual sword from its sheath, made a line up and down towards each of the three people, and performed a sword salute.
Wu Ying looked at Jiang Moshu, who was standing indifferently on the stage, and said coldly:
"But I have a reason to use my sword. I, the Xuanhen Sword Sect, use my sword to ask questions and use my sword to seek. Let me ask this person, what is the way of the sword?!"
After saying that, the sword intention was raised. In an instant, the strong wind blew violently on the Zhanyin stage, and all the green plants and trees around him fell down. It was clear that the sword intention was in line with the intention.
……
"You ordered Tanzong to be very capable. This Jiang Moshu is a bit interesting."
Demon King Yunyan drank all the spiritual wine in the bowl in front of him, laughed, pointed at Fu Yuchu, the leader of Mingtan Sect, and said,
"There is another Ji Cuiyu in your family. Although he killed my demon prince brother, he is still fair and honorable.
I want revenge, but I think your family's approach is quite pleasing to me, so I will do it. "
Seeing that Fu Yuchu didn't want to talk to him, Demon King Yunyan didn't care, so he drank another bowl and shouted happily.
Jia Yunzhen's eyes flashed with light, and he bowed to the Yuebai old monk, "I wonder who the master thinks will have the upper hand in this battle?"
Monk Yuebai was silent for a few breaths. Now he was wary of Jia Yunzhen. However, in front of the Immortal Lord and many Jindan Demon Kings, he could not weaken the dignity of Dingyuan Temple and used the secret method to sense on the spiritual platform. Finally, he said slowly,
"The Daozi of the Xuanhen Sword Sect is already halfway on the threshold of the golden elixir, and his sword intention is even more powerful. I think this person should win."
Jia Yunzhen laughed, and handed over the position of the Immortal Lord and all the golden elixirs. "As witnessed by all the powerful experts, how about a bet between me and the master. I choose Jiang Moshu from the Ming Tan Sect and bet on the life and death of this battle."
In front of so many powerful men, Jia Yun was like taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard. He didn't feel any panic or nervousness at all. Instead, he said calmly and leisurely,
"If I lose, I will immediately follow the master to become a monk in Dingyuan Temple. It happens that my brother Huahong is also in the temple, so it won't be boring."
Monk Yuebai's eyes were filled with purple light, but he still looked at the other side quietly.
Jia Yun was really relaxed and continued to say without changing his expression, "If Jiang Moshu of the Mingtan Sect wins, and I start a massacre in the vast sea, how about the four masters stay and help as they wish, helping the various human sects to guard It doesn’t matter where you are, or you can help the demon clan persuade them to surrender, it all works!”
"How brave! You don't have the right to speak here, and you dare to speak nonsense in front of the immortals." Wanyu Demon King shouted angrily, and quickly pulled Jia Yunzhen to plead guilty to the two immortals.
Jiayun is really obedient.
"Hahaha", Immortal Lord Dumi laughed loudly, and said with joy in his heart, "You are so interesting kid, you are not even a heavenly demon, yet you dare to plot against the monk of Dingyuan Temple."
Immortal Lord Du Mi glanced at the old monk Yuebai and chuckled, "Since the little monster mentioned it, little monk, will you accept it or not?"
The old monk Yuebai put his hands together and bowed, "The sword of the Xuanhen Sword Sect, young monk, has been heard like thunder in my ears in Northern Xinjiang. I have heard about it a long time ago, so I accepted this round."
After saying that, he bowed solemnly to Master Xuanhen Yu Qifeng, with purple light in his eyes almost overflowing from his eyes, and said with a heavenly constitution in his mouth,
"The Xuanhen Sword is not free, and this battle will be the same!"
Demon King Yunyan secretly sent a message to Jiayun Zhen, "Are you sure you can make such a big bet?"
Jia Yunzhen smiled faintly and toasted to Fu Yuchu, the master of Mingtan Sect from afar.
"I'm betting on people. Although I have a deep feud with Ming Tan Zong Ji Jiu Yu, Jiang Moshu is ruthless and ruthless in his actions, but he also retains a bit of dignity, which is quite to my liking.
Master Fu, I wish your Taoist son a prosperous sword luck! "
……
On the deathbed,
A woman wearing a golden crown and cloud clothes walked up. She was the half-step Jindan Wuying of Xuanhen Sword Sect. A spiritual sword shaped like a green dragon was tied to her waist, and there was another spiritual sword floating in the air behind her. behind.
The void trembled, and several hurricanes rose out of the air, overwhelming the sky and the earth, hunting and roaring, encompassing the whole world.
Jiang Moshu showed a solemn look, not wanting the man opposite him to follow the sword's will.
As his thoughts moved, one hundred and eight white bone jade swords emerged in the void, crystal clear and white, with carved jade and ice, just like the clear light ice soul transformed into a fish and dragon, hanging cold in the clear night sky.
Wu Yingqiao smiled brightly, the dragon sword beside her waist fell into the long and white jade hands, her eyes were like the crescent moon, but the momentum on her body was like the unpredictable wind, which could be gentle, fierce, or sweeping across the mountains. , or caress her face.
I just heard her smile and say, "Every time I meet someone who has the will of the sword, I want to chat. If they are the right person, I will get close to them. If they dislike each other, I will kill them with my sword."
My sword is an unfettered heart, and my sword is full of joy.
Can you tell me before you die, what is your swordsmanship? "
Surrounded by bone swords, Jiang Moshu clasped his head and smiled calmly.
"Kendo? How about I think of one for you now?!"
Wu Ying was not annoyed, but the wind around him was getting stronger and stronger, "Why are you so stingy? Shunyi and Sword Intention are as transparent to each other. When the life and death battle comes, it will be as if you have taken off your clothes."
Jiang Moshu laughed, not thinking that the person opposite him was also a wonderful person, and then said,
"Have you ever heard the sound of a sword clanging? It sounds like a clang! It sounds very nice. I like it very much."
The bone sword soared into the sky like jade and a rainbow, and the faint sound of broken glass was like ripples. In the bright sun, there were still 108 stars shining brightly, and the starlight fell down and submerged into the bone sword, which was magnificent.
"My way of swordsmanship is the clanging of the sword three times.
earn! I came to this world to earn my living.
Fight! I come to practice and fight for the way forward.
levy! I am displeased, and the conquest is unjust.
This is my sword. Can you try to see how sharp it is? ! "
As soon as the words fell, the sword light also fell.