The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 105 102: Breath Becomes a Sword

At the foot of the mountain,

On the battlefield.

Although Chu Zhou instructed them to delay time, Yi Huai and Wei Fangjie did not take a defensive stance at all. They displayed a domineering attitude and launched various attacks, strong attacks, and strong attacks again!
Wei Fangjie was facing the tattooed swordsman, who was wielding two scimitars like the wind, and had a long chain tied to the back, ready to throw at any time.
With internal strength and knife-wielding skills, he can move his sword freely and increase the attack range, while also being able to deliver a fatal blow from many strange positions.

This sword technique is called "Soul-Breaking Sword". Although it is a top-grade martial art, it is famous for being widely spread and difficult to practice.

It is said that it was the sect's signature martial art. After the sect declined, it was sold as a commodity by the sect's descendants, resulting in many handwritten copies being sold out.

However, there are not many people who can master the "Soul-Breaking Sword" because the requirements are too high. If you are not careful, you may hurt yourself instead of others.

This tattooed swordsman is a leader in the field. He can even wield two scimitars so well that neither wind nor water can penetrate him.

From time to time, he would attack from a long distance, or from the back, which was hard to defend against.

But even so, he was still suppressed by Wei Fangjie with a spear.

The spear in Wei Fangjie's hand was a specially made one, thick and long, which was just right for use when he was in the dominant state.

He didn't use all those fancy tricks, he just fired one shot faster and heavier than the last, stabbing like a storm, always aiming at the tattooed swordsman's head.

Just move forward step by step, forward, and forward again.

As for the tattooed swordsman's attacks, he would dodge them if he could, and would give in if he could. If he couldn't give in, he would avoid the vital points and resist them directly with his domineering body.

There were many knife marks on his chest and back, but they could not stop Wei Fangjie's advance at all.

The tattooed swordsman was so angry that he screamed and tried all kinds of tricks, but he was unwilling to risk his life, so he was forced to retreat continuously.

On the other hand, Yi Huai was more miserable. As a senior brother, he consciously chose the one he thought was more powerful, namely the big and small headchoppers.

I haven't fought them, so it's hard to say about their strength, but these are two people after all, and they cooperate well, so naturally they are stronger.

It turns out that they are indeed more powerful.

The big head-cutter was covered in three layers of armor. It was difficult for ordinary warriors to even break through his defense.

His weapon was a knife, which was thick and wide. Although the blade was not very sharp, it could easily cut a person in half with one blow.

The little headcutter was swung back and forth by the strong man, and the two daggers in his hands were like poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues, always aiming at the vital parts of the human body.

Not to mention the deadly poison on the nails and the blade, which could kill people if they are not careful.

The combination of these two people has always been invincible. Ordinary martial artists find it difficult to escape when they meet them.

When Yi Huai fought with them, he could suppress one of them in a short period of time just like Wei Fangjie, relying on his domineering body.

It was a one on two fight, and even if he was willing to risk his life, he was still a little flustered and could only use the power of "Breaking Mountain Strike" to continuously blast them away.

Later, Yi Huai became angry. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be tortured and killed sooner or later.

So, he changed his fighting mode and ignored the small headcutter. He only focused on the big headcutter, using his fists against the knife, relying on his strong physique and powerful strength to overwhelm the opponent.

The sturdy man could wear three layers of armor and wield a heavy sword, so he was naturally a man of great strength. However, when he met the domineering body of Xuanzhen Temple, he could only be crushed.

In addition, the heavy armor limited his speed and agility, and he was defeated in a head-on collision.

Of course, the little headcutter was already lying on Yi Huai, stabbing him with two daggers, causing streams of blood to spurt out.

This scene was fierce and cruel. If there was no external interference, the final result would be that Yi Huai would either hammer the head cutter to death before he died;
Or Yi Huai fell down from exhaustion before the headcutter was hammered to death.

……

In the distance, in the shadows, a group of people had gathered.

The one leading the group was actually the big boss mentioned by the drunk old man.

He was dressed in black and holding a heavy hammer. Although his aura was hidden, he no longer had the limp and lazy look he had before.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield in mid-air with an extremely serious expression.

Behind him stood a group of strange-looking people. Although there were not many of them, they all seemed to have their own specialties.

Among them, there was a young man who was leading birds and playing with dogs. He stood behind the boss, his eyes wide open and a look of disbelief on his face.

"Boss, then, then, that person is the one we are going to pick up this time? Why do I feel that he is more fierce than the Bell Swordsman?"

"Didn't they say he didn't achieve innateness? How come he's so good at fighting?"

The big boss exhaled and said, "As expected of someone Zhou Wu has chosen, he is indeed amazing."

The young man directly exposed his true colors: "Boss, that's not what you said before you came here, saying that this man is a swindler and wanted to give him..."

Before he finished speaking, the big boss glanced over, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Did I say that?"

"No, no?"

"I never said it was the best. I said it before, but you guys forgot it. We should have enough respect for the strong."

After a pause, he looked around and asked, "Where did the old drunkard go?"

"He should be going to support that person's two junior brothers. I heard that person values ​​his junior brothers very much."

"Why don't you send a few people? If someone dies, we will be in vain."

……

Another place, in the valley.

The big monk was already sitting cross-legged, with his water-milled Zen stick thrown aside, a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and muttering something.

If one listens carefully, it is the content of the "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva". There is also a faint golden light of Buddha's power flowing in the body, as if it is ready to go and is waiting for something.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield in mid-air... He just kept waiting and waiting, but the ghost he was expecting never showed up, so he could only continue to wait.

……

At the foot of the mountain, outside the battlefield.

Wei Jinkui was protecting a group of people and driving their horses back to this place. However, he could not calm down even when looking at the battlefield.

As a father, it was a very uncomfortable feeling to see his son fighting for his life while he could do nothing.

But Wei Fangjie was right, now was not the time for him to show off.

But he believed that it wouldn't be long before he would no longer be the one who could only watch from the sidelines.

Unlike Wei Jinkui's worries, the lame young man was looking up at the soaring dragon in the sky with an excited look on his face.

By now, he had figured out who these people were. Before the chaos broke out in Hongtu City, the reputation of Master Chu of Xuanzhen Temple in Baisha County had already spread.

However, at that time, he scoffed at it and thought it was just a rumor.

But now, now he is more eager.

If he had such strength and knew such powerful secret techniques, Xiangyun Hall might not have been destroyed, and his father, mother, uncle, and even his relatives and brothers would not have died.

……

Mountain top.

mid-air,
Three blood shadows transformed into three bell swordsmen, each holding a blood sword. They made different movements and swung out sword auras that danced in an interlaced manner.

What is even more amazing is that these blood shadows are not illusions, but are just like real people, with amazing killing power, and they can also use sword skills and killing moves to stack damage.

This person who wants to challenge Zhou Wu also has some trump cards and confidence.

Chu Zhou truly transformed into a light blue dragon that danced wildly, sometimes striking with its claws, sometimes swinging its tail, and sometimes roaring and screaming, shaking the sky.

He fought with the three hunchbacked swordsmen, refusing to give in and even gaining the upper hand.

Chu Zhou once wanted to learn swordsmanship, but failed to get started. Instead, after a battle with Zhou Wu and seeing the winged white tiger, he gained a deeper understanding of how internal energy could take shape and condense into substance.

His Azure Dragon is based on the Nine Styles of Wandering Dragon, infused with magic power and strength, and transformed into the form of a Azure Dragon. Its killing power is truly extraordinary.

Even though Meng Gongyi's Blood Shadow was powerful, he seemed powerless in the face of this blue dragon, and even showed signs of weakness.

At a certain moment, Chu Zhou was no longer willing to delay and he roared again, and the sound of thunder seemed to be heard.

Killer move, the angry dragon turns the river!

The same killing move, when used in different forms, will have different powers.

I saw the blue dragon stretch out its two claws, exploding layers of air, even causing flames to burst out from the friction, crushing all the way down from the sky.

Wherever it passed, the blood shadow was directly crushed and turned into a ball of blood and scattered. Another blood shadow came on top, but the result was the same.

Just when the dragon's claws were about to reach in front of Meng Gongyi and crush his old head, he finally took action.

Strangely, he did not use too much sword energy to resist, nor did he think about escaping. Instead, he held up the sword, as if he had given up all counterattacks.

He just picked up the bell and shook it towards Chu Zhou.

It is hard to imagine that such a talented warrior would not fight with his sword but swing the strange bell when facing life and death.

But looking at his eyes, they were as sharp as an eagle, as if he was catching prey.

At this moment, Chu Zhou's spiritual sense gave a warning, as if a great crisis was approaching.

But it's too late, too late!
Jingle Jingle!

A very clear ringing sound seemed to be ringing in the air, but it also seemed to be ringing in the soul. Chu Zhou felt his brain go blank, as if he had lost his soul.

The extended dragon claw stopped in mid-air and did not move anymore.

But the hunchbacked swordsman had already raised the sword again. His movements were slow and clear, but the bloody sword was getting closer and closer to Chu Zhou's neck.

At this moment, the not-so-abundant magic power in Chu Zhou's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly began to spin.

The rustling sound filled my ears, awakening my mind and cleansing my soul.

At this moment, Chu Zhou woke up.

He lowered his head and saw that the tip of the sword was already at his throat. He couldn't help but exhale and speak.

"upbraid!"

A beam of white light came out of his mouth, and the sound of clanging swords could be faintly heard.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a red and white sword light cutting through. Wherever it passed, trees collapsed, grass rolled over, rocks cracked, and a gully a hundred meters long and more than ten feet deep was plowed out on the ground.

The bell swordsman Meng Gongyi, who was blocked by the white light, did not make any movement.

His expression was frozen, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his pupils were dilated to the limit and the blood sword in his hand did not move an inch further.

After taking a breath, the air seemed to flow again and he began to fall.

Chu Zhou stretched out his hand, grabbed and held his head.

But they only caught the head!

An extremely neat sword mark appeared at the neck, separating it from the body.

　After reading the book reviews, I revised yesterday's chapter, and today I consulted the editor and changed the wrong chapter title. Sigh...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)