Nothing is to blame

Chapter 165

Following Gui Wujiu's two fingers, the criss-crossing sword energy spread like a star, and the spring rain fell heavily.One hundred and eight, two hundred and sixteen, three hundred and sixty five...

It is clear that there is no blame.Although the realm of the white-faced swordsman is high, the art of returning to the source and returning to the truth cannot be perfect.To achieve this step completely, one must have the cultivation base of Nascent Soul.It is already extremely good to recover seven or eight out of ten of the fired sword light and Dansha.

In this case, if I further increase the scale, even if each sword only consumes two or three points of vitality, the loss of this person's skill will still be too high to bear.

In fact, for this white-faced swordsman, it seems that it is a better strategy to directly attack and kill Gui Wujiu's body without getting entangled with Gui Wujiu's sword light.But he seems to be honing his swordsmanship deliberately, insisting on sword against sword, and does not focus on victory or defeat.

At the beginning, the white-faced swordsman still used the technique of tracing back to the light to deal with it.It wasn't until Gui Wujiu's sword light manifested to more than a thousand points that the man's stone-like complexion changed slightly.

However, he saw that this person suddenly retracted the long sword dancing in a circle, and the light of the round sword disappeared, as if he was at the end of his skills.

The misty sword energy of more than a thousand geese marched along the way.

The white-faced swordsman returned to the posture of standing with his sword in his arms, and tilted his ears slightly, as if he was listening to some mysterious and wonderful sound in the sky.

In just a tenth of an instant, the sword energy danced and circled, and he was within three feet of the white-faced swordsman!
Within ten feet!

Within three feet!

The white-faced swordsman's eyes suddenly burst into light, and he stabbed!Two stabs!Three thorns!He stabbed seven swords in a row!
Seven "ding" and "ding" sounded softly, and the tips of the seven swords met with the seven sword qi like a floating light, turning into a strange mist about the size of a foot, jumping up and down.

Except for these seven sword lights, the tens of thousands of sword qi rushed towards the body of the white-faced swordsman like a tiger biting.However, there was a faint layer of Dansha on the white-faced swordsman's robe, and the sword energy hit his body, causing only a few inches of ripples, and then dissipated.

This imputation is really shocking.If it wasn't for the Yulan Secret Realm that only Jindan cultivators could enter, Gui Wugui almost suspected that it was Yuanying Daoist who lowered his cultivation to test his depth.

Gui Wujiu sent out thousands of sword lights, only seven real swords, and the rest of the thousands of swords were all false moves formed by Yuanguang's manifestation technique!

However, the white-faced swordsman sensed the difference between reality and reality.

Even with the cultivation base of Dugu Xinling Yuanying's third level, only when he enters within ten feet can he feel the difference between the authenticity of his sword light.Ordinary Nascent Soul real people can only distinguish one from the other at the moment when the sword energy comes to them.

This white-faced swordsman is only a Jindan cultivator, but he was able to distinguish the truth and falsehood of the sword light when the sword energy was three feet close to him.

There was a flash of light in Gui Wugui's eyes.Although I can almost be regarded as a real Jindan monk.But there is still a difference between the Golden Liquid Void Pill and the real Golden Pill.His alchemy is a non-renewable consumable, and he cannot restore his cultivation through meditation.Therefore, avoid unnecessary fights if you can.

He left Fang Wentong to send a letter, and sent Taoist Zhu to spread rumors and promote his own reputation, all for this purpose.

Previously, he only used the "Yuanguang Manifestation Technique" to consume the white-faced swordsman's strength, and his own consumption was actually extremely small.But if the opponent can see through this move, then there is no need for him to use supernatural powers to deal with the enemy.

Immediately, eighteen two-inch silver needles overflowing with clear light floated in the air, three on the left, three on the middle, and three on the right. There was a burst of shuttles and circles in the air, the silver light disappeared, and it was almost impossible to distinguish.There are another nine floating in the air, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The white-faced swordsman felt like a god, and the long sword moved and closed to repel the nine extremely secret silver needles one by one.He said indifferently: "Fellow Daoist Wen doesn't use swordsmanship to meet the enemy, so please forgive me for not accompanying me any longer."

After speaking, he danced his long sleeves, and the sword light merged with his body, and he had escaped hundreds of feet away.This one-handed sword escape technique is even more brilliant.

Gui Wugui retracted the "Taiwei Yuanyuan Needle", thoughtfully.

In the Nine Wild Mountains, there is one more variable.

……

There is a faint blue light on the mountainside to the north, and there is a desolate mountain hut, which looks like an earth temple from a distance, standing extremely abruptly in a narrow and narrow open space.

It can only be discerned through the hidden restraints up and down the "Ye Lu" and the occasional precious light, which is clearly the method of a cultivator.

In the center of the hall, nine people sat in a circle, and more than ten figures each took a futon and sat quietly near the gate.

A voice came slowly: "This time, the two brothers of the Chamber of Commerce have the highest cultivation and contributed the most. No one doubts it. The two brothers each take one of the treasures of the Nine Yuns. Naturally, they can easily grab them. If they finally get three pieces of treasure , one for each of the three of us, and we will give the chamber of commerce fine jade as compensation. If we get four pieces, the chamber of commerce will get two pieces, and I, Yujingmen and Shattering League, will each have one piece."

Another voice said: "For more than two treasures, we have to rely on Brother Wei, Brother Jiao, and Brother Han to contribute. Brother Lu, if you can finally snatch one of the treasures of Jiu Yun, except for the compensation of half a million fine jade, I have another gift from the Destroyer Alliance."

A hearty old man's voice said: "Then Jiao will thank Fellow Daoist Ouyang first."

The three people who spoke were Zhengming, the gate guard of Yujing, Ouyang Fuguang of the Shattering League, and Jiao Shentu of Liuhezong.

On the left hand side of Jiao Shentu is a middle-aged monk in a green robe and cloud shoes, with traces on his brows and eyes, and a bitter look on his face.He only heard him say: "Right now it's only the sixth level, competing for the [-]nd place. It's far from the time when those who are above the second level of the Jindan stage will explain it in detail. When I make a move, I will make a decisive move. But right now , or focus on conserving energy.”

This person is Han Yingyao of Yujing Gate.This person has only been in the third level for more than ten years, but he is inferior to Wei Zhengming in terms of merit.

Wei Zhengming said: "Wei has a worry. If we fight smoothly like this, we will get more than four pieces of treasures of nine aggregates in the final round, and we have great hopes. It's just that if Yu Xuanzong's party advances The general will come, and the situation may take a turn for the worse by surprise. At that time, except for Brother Lan and Brother Bu Dao, I am afraid that the rest of the people will have no spare power to seize the treasure."

Jiao Shentu said disapprovingly: "We and Yu Xuanzong are not mortal enemies like Xingyuemen. How can we come to the door in advance with many vacant posts?"

It was Lan Qingping who sat in the north seat of the nine people.Lan Qingping pondered and said: "Mr. Lan, Junior Brother Bu, Fellow Daoist Wei, and Fellow Daoist Jiao are not in a hurry to get out of the stage to take up their seats. There is still half an hour until the sixth level will start, the four of us will first see Yu Xuanzong's truth and reality, and then talk about other things."

"If he waits to stand in his place honestly, then everything will be fine. If he comes to cause trouble, maybe the four of us will have to pick Yu Xuanzong's side who is easier to handle."

The crowd nodded yes.

After half an hour.At this time, the brilliance and fog on the two mountainsides had dissipated, and the flying magic weapons of one hundred forty or fifty people were floating in midair.It's just that many people are hiding and covering up, so it may not be possible to accurately determine their identities.

These many casual cultivators stared intently at the seventy-two red sun steles.

But now, these dozens of people are extremely disturbed.It was less than half a stick of incense before the opening of the Chiyang Monument, but there were only a dozen or so Jindan [-]nd-level monks standing in their positions.It appears that at least ten others are determined to make their grand finale appearance.This makes it difficult to implement the strategies they have formulated in advance.

After a while, the seventy-two red sun steles were brilliant in the morning glow, and they were shaped like red irons, emitting a deep brilliance.At this moment, six lively figures shot towards the six red monuments!

Apart from being astonished, the cultivators in the air were even more delighted.It turned out that these six people went straight to the six monks who were standing in the original position.In this level, there were actually six pairs of people above the second level fighting against each other!

This means that there are six more places left for them!

After five or six breaths, another four figures whose breath was not inferior to these six fell towards the unoccupied position.

As soon as these ten people moved, the other hundreds of figures chose their positions one after another, and they were also choosing their own opponents.

Not long after fighting the white-faced swordsman, Gui Wujiu was thinking about the mysteries of this person's swordsmanship.At this moment, a middle-aged monk with a handkerchief folding fan, a thin face, and slightly protruding cheekbones landed leisurely.

The man withdrew his light, and said in a deep voice: "Friend Wen, now urge the spirit of Yulan to leave, not only will you get a treasure worth more than ten thousand, but you will also save your life."

(End of this chapter)