Wet viviparity

Chapter 308: Sword Fight, Intruder

With a sharp weapon in the body, the murderous heart starts from the beginning.

Ji Ming is in this state now. The Xuanming Star General is much more ferocious than a sharp weapon, making it even harder for him to suppress his murderous intent.

With such murderous intent, Ji Mingsheng sat cross-legged on the West Gate Tower for a while to calm himself down. Then he set out again, raising a gust of wind, and fled with the two gentlemen to the grass pond in the southwest of the Demon Palace.

Three people were sitting in the strong wind, and two of them were still regulating their Qi.

Once the Ling Bixi was used, it would drain the two gentlemen's true Qi at once. And according to the two gentlemen, the Ling Bixi still had power that had not been used, but once that power was used, it would have to drain them dry.

Seeing the two gentlemen like this, Ji Ming also examined himself. Fortunately, his star general would not have to bear such a heavy load of true Qi.

This divine general is composed of 566 void warriors, who were refined together using the "Big and Small Dou Constellation Formation" in the Xuanming Divine Form Diagram. They have their own mysterious divine power, and are not like the Lingbixi created by the two gentlemen, which still needs their own true qi to drive it.

In the strong wind, Ji Ming suggested that the two gentlemen try to combine the "Lingguang Shenjiang Chapter" in the Taiyi Jiabu Zhenfa to make up for the shortcomings of Ling Bixi, or simply incorporate Ling Bixi into the Shenjiang refining method of their own sect and create a Bixi Shenjiang.

The two gentlemen were greatly tempted, but they thought further and more ambitious than Ji Ming. They actually borrowed principles from the first divine generals, "the two generals Qingzhuo, Dragon and Elephant", and wanted to train one general each, and then make the two generals into one.

They have already thought it through, and Lord Linshui will use the water hermit to combine with the spirit form of Bixi to see if he can refine the Bixi god general.

After completing this secret mission, Jie Huojun went to ask his master Dan Lingzi for permission to go to the Taiping Mountain blessed land to search for the "Tonghe" and visualize its spiritual form in order to refine it into the Tonghe God General, who was ranked nineteenth in the mountain.

There is no doubt that Erjun has always had ideas.

The struggle of these two brothers can be regarded as a model for many Taoists in the mountain gate. They grew up in Qingping's own sect, started as Taoist children, then passed the examination to become Taoists, and finally became disciples of Zhenren Danling.

Because they were not directly taught by the master but only inner disciples, the two brothers did not have sufficient resources for cultivation, so they went to the South China Sea branch temple for trials when they were young.

In the wonderful world of overseas independent cultivators, he gained a lot of knowledge and experience, and steadily broke into the three realms step by step. He also displayed his talent in array formations, and refined the method of combining techniques and arrays such as the Huifeng Treasure Smelter, and also created the method of Lingbixi from Qimen Dunjia.

Along the way, Ji Ming has seen many cultivators like Erjun.

Let’s not talk about the distant past, let’s just talk about the Fire-Huan Taoist we met before. Their talents may not be top-notch, and their foundation may not be very deep, but they have all created their own brilliance with their own abilities.

There is still hope in this world, and the light of the monks has not been concealed.

The three of them chatted along the way, and at the same time, the strong wind swept them around and circled over the city.

The inner city was in ruins. The water from the top wall poured in at a rate of thousands of tons, flooding the city. It was like a howling wind and turbid waves. In some places, you could still see ruins and broken bricks and tiles rising above the water.

“That place won’t be flooded, right?” Jiehuojun finished adjusting his Qi first and asked Ji Ming.

On a section of the inner city wall, there was a narrow gap that was created by Master Yuan Ren and the Master of the Demon Palace during their previous battle. A lot of turbid water was leaking out of the gap, but the speed was not necessarily as fast as the lake water flowing back from above.

"That's the bedroom, the place should be very conspicuous."

Ji Ming looked at the only palace complex in the city that was exposed in large areas. The flood only submerged the red steps in front of the palace. Waves hit the incense burner on the steps, and the spices in the burner were soaked and flowed out.

That's the only place that hasn't been explored.

"It's dangerous out there."

Lin Shuijun opened his eyes in the strong wind, stared at a palace gate above the altar, and said slowly to Ji Ming: "There is a swordsman, a pure and powerful swordsman, whose swordsmanship is much purer than mine."

"Then you have to see it for yourself."

The three of them landed on the steps and looked towards a towering palace in front of them.

Corpses were scattered on the ground. The bodies were still intact, and even the expressions before death were frozen on their faces. They did not die in pain. It only took a moment, just a blow to their sword.

The cold sword light hit the handsome profile, revealing the blood stains on the face.

This is a female face, but there is no trace of softness, delicacy, charm or other unique feminine qualities. There is only strength and a murderous intent that makes the face look distorted.

"senior!"

A figure in front of the woman shouted tremblingly, eyes wide open, "We are in the same group, we are in the same group, why don't you do it, it won't do you any good if she kills us."

The voice was obviously not speaking to the woman.

At the top of the hall, a Taoist priest was holding a sword. He was wearing a tattered hemp Taoist robe and had his eyes slightly closed. He said, "This is the last one. After killing him, your Green Fly Mother Sword should be sharpened."

"Humph!"

The woman was Ding Minjun. She snorted coldly and spit out the sword. The figure in front of her was immediately split into two, and her wet intestines and hot lungs fell to the ground with a crash.

"The battlefield has been cleared, Senior Tong Mingzi."

“Just what I wanted!”

The Taoist holding the sword stood up, like a solitary peak rising from the ground, with a sword wrapped in cloth in his hands, "Since I started learning sword, I have not learned the art of flying the sword, nor do I have a treasure bag to maintain the sword.

I am just like an ordinary person, holding a long sword and killing the enemy within ten steps.

After I killed many, one day, my sword flew a hundred steps away and cut off the enemy's head. Since then, I have gained a small reputation among the monks in the South Sea. "

While Tongmingzi was speaking, Ding Minjun did not blink once. Even though blood had entered her eyes and dyed the whites of her eyes red, she continued to stare at the sword wrapped in cloth in Tongmingzi's hand without blinking.

She had no doubt that in the blink of an eye, her head and body would be torn apart. "What do you mean, are you admonishing me to be devoted to the sword?" Ding Minjun sneered.

"That's not true.

It was only because you were dying that I was saddened and said a few more words. "

"It's too early to say that."

Ding Minjun shouted loudly and his figure disappeared. Only a trace of sword light remained. In the blink of an eye, the sword light had reached Tong Mingzi. When he was about to stab, there was a sound of the sword leaving the sheath from the cloth.

The sword light shattered, and Ding Minjun was knocked out of the Qingxie Mother and Child Sword and fell in front of Tongmingzi. When he was about to fall, he hurriedly raised his sword and wanted to use the sword again, but he felt a pain in his hand.

"what!"

Her hand, which was holding up her sword finger, was nailed to the ground by a sword, and her index and middle fingers, which were raised side by side, were cut off completely.

After the scream, sweat broke out on her back and she felt her head was hot and numb. Before she could make the next move, the sword that cut off two of her fingers slashed towards her chest.

"Hide away!"

Looking at Ding Minjun who was leaning back and then closing his eyes on the Qingxie mother and child swords, Tongmingzi said with slight surprise, and put his Tingchao sword back into the sheath wrapped in cloth.

The Qingxie Sword and the Mother Sword pulled away, and Ding Minjun escaped again, holding the sword in his intact hand. He casually glanced at the two fingers in front of Tong Mingzi and said with a smile: "I am not bad at all for a mortal sword."

"Okay, that's it."

With a "clang" and a clear sound, the two collided with each other.

With the sound of sword strikes, the two swords collided more than ten times. Figures intertwined and swords were dancing swiftly. Each strike was perfect. The sword energy from the collision swept around the two men. The sword energy that leaked out of the bodies even broke pillars and beams and scraped the surrounding floor tiles into stone skins.

Gradually, the swords in the hands of the two men danced faster and faster. The sword shadows merged into one and entangled together. The sword whistles and sword strikes were indistinguishable from each other. The entire palace was crumbling in this simple sword fight.

Ding Minjun's cheeks were bulging, his teeth were clenched so hard that blood was coming out, and the arm that was dancing with the sword had swelled three times larger. The wrist that was twisting the sword seemed to have no bones, and the flesh and bones could no longer sustain such a fast sword movement.

"continue!"

Tong Mingzi was like a spirit puppet. He didn't care about the burden on his body and put his whole heart into every move.

"continue!"

He saw that Ding Minjun was on the verge of collapse, not the collapse of her spiritual will, but the collapse of the wrist bones that wielded the sword.

The bones there had been broken long ago, but Ding Minjun was using some magic, or talisman, or some other means to forcibly connect them. He was not interested in this, and could not be interested in it. One must not have any distracting thoughts when wielding the sword.

"continue!"

When Tong Mingzi spoke for the third time, the Qingxie mother and son sword in Ding Minjun's hand split into pieces of light during the collision and fell on the other hand, the hand with two fingers broken.

In an instant, Ding Minjun had two swords, one long and one short, in his hands.

"A fake move that confuses my mind." Tong Mingzi's eyes flashed slightly. He didn't pay attention to the sub-sword in the severed finger's palm and focused on Ding Minjun's mother sword. He didn't expect that when the sub-sword fell, the sword's force was as fast as lightning, piercing into the throat and out of the neck.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the momentum of Tong Mingzi's Ting Chao Sword stagnated. Ding Minjun seized the opportunity and the mother sword flew out of his hand and wrapped around his waist, splitting his body in two.

"Go on, grandma!"

Standing with the sword put away, Ding Minjun spat a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth on Tong Mingzi's face. The remaining three fingers holding the sword had already been twisted and deformed because of the previous blow.

She endured the severe pain, straightened her fingers one by one, and reattached the two severed fingers with "Reconnection Skin Regeneration Ointment".

"I don't like to stab people from behind." Tong Mingzi's voice sounded behind her. When Ding Minjun turned around in surprise, she saw that the other party had put his lower body together, as if he had not been cut by her.

"How is that possible? Even if you have been implanted with the Demonic Arm, how can you cultivate into a Panjia True Body in such a short time?"

Ding Minjun looked surprised for the first time.

"I don't understand either. I was given a kind of elixir, a strange elixir." Tong Mingzi was speaking when blood gushed out of his seven orifices. He said, "The master is warning me that I can't talk about this anymore.

I have to kill you quickly and get back the master's Buddhist treasure, otherwise the magic arm on my head will become a lone piece."

"You beast, do you think I have no other options?"

"Someone else is coming." Tong Mingzi interrupted the conversation and looked at the palace door that had been affected by the sword energy and had become like a hornet's nest. There were three figures standing outside the door, one in front and two behind, and they were all quite strong.

"Continue." Tong Mingzi didn't care about the three people outside. He looked at Ding Minjun and said, "After I deal with you, I will send the three Taoist friends outside on their way. Today's blood is far from over."

"and many more."

Ding Minjun looked outside the door and recognized the three people. "It was you who killed Monk Lou Fan and injured Senior Brother Yang with the poison of Luofengsha. And..."

"And I spared your life."

Outside the door, Ji Ming finished what Ding Minjun had not finished saying.

"Using the nightmare skin to blend in with the sheep and cooperate with that witch from the inside is indeed a good method." Ding Minjun took a step forward, and the Green Fly Mother Sword turned into a finger-thick curved light, circling around him, "I won't be careless this time."

(End of this chapter)