The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 558. Chapter 559.
The long shuttle in Yin Zhisheng's hand, which absorbed the breath of Taoist Fuxi, suddenly moved in one direction.

She lowered her eyebrows, but she couldn't hide the murderous intent in her eyes.

The whole person suddenly turned into a dark purple light and shot away.

……

The cliff hangs high, and there are endless wind and waves rolling back and forth below it, and the pure white mist shapes wantonly.

Under the white mist is a naturally forged wind, which contains abundant wind rules, leaving a large bloody trace on the surface of Pei Xihe's body.

The gang wind here is extremely strong, and it is difficult to be safe and sound if you do not go to the realm of leisure travel.

Pei Xihe held a knife in her right hand, and her figure was like a dragon. She swung the knife again and again, but the trajectory of the blade that was supposed to be extremely straight was deflected by the wind blade. A small boat swaying in the air.

The basic sword technique "Yuan Dao" of the previous Yi Yuan Dao was swung by her again and again, and the crooked knife path gradually returned to the right path under her control.

Every knife has the flow of "intent" and "Tao".

Immortal power, indestructible and indestructible, the sky is shaking, and I am the only one.

The figure of Pei Xihe swinging the knife is sometimes light and agile, and sometimes vigorous, like a flying butterfly suddenly changing form into a soaring dragon, changing back and forth between each other.

Her breath became more and more integrated into the gust of wind, the blade of the wind fell on the body, and the power contained in it was quickly absorbed by Zhou Tian's acupoints and the art of alchemy.

The bloody scars gradually healed, and the fleshy body shone faintly with a faint white light.

Her posture and sword skills are as light as the wind, and her aura is as invisible and hard to catch when she swings it. She is stable when she is quiet, and strong when she is violent.

Pei Xihe stabbed and slashed horizontally, and then the attack stopped, and she retracted the knife and held it on her straight waist.

Her black hair was flying, and she was still standing upright in the wind and waves. She breathed out lightly, and the bloodstains on her face gradually recovered spontaneously.

Pei Xihe had collected enough remaining blood of the real demon, so he followed the trail of the altar, which appeared in a whole area, and once it was activated, a golden pillar of heaven would rise at that moment. And change orientation in the area.

When she happened to come, she saw a golden pillar ascending to the sky, and the altar under the cloud had disappeared, only the fierce wind whistling under the white cloud was left.

Pei Xihe has been practicing swordsmanship for more than a month under this condition, and he feels that his physical body has improved and his swordsmanship has become more proficient.

But practice makes perfect, and the use of the One Yuan Sword again and again made her germinate new knowledge from the old knowledge, incorporating the misty wind and the great fire path that she recently comprehended due to chance encounters.

Pei Xihe already felt that she was about to make a breakthrough in her sword skills, and she might be able to achieve her own third sword based on the one-yuan sword in the near future.

And these strong winds have no effect on her anymore, every acupuncture point in her body is already filled with strong wind energy, and the strong wind can no longer tear any part of her skin.

Pei Xihe tapped her toes lightly, and her body changed into a ghost, jumping out of the windy bottom of the cliff.

She flew to the top of the cliff and fell down again.

The two fingers of Pei Xihe's left hand brushed across the brilliant Shenwu inscription on the body of the knife, and the cold air suddenly rose, as if there was a nimble wind, and the upright fire swirled around the tip.

Although it was only a moment, but driven by the skillful swordsmanship, thousands of sword shadows overlapped and intermingled, and her sword shadows formed a scroll, which was actually sharper than that gang wind.

And right in the middle, the blade passed by like a cold meteor.

The mist cut open with a knife, and when the knife came out, the sea of ​​clouds at the bottom of the cliff suddenly exploded, splitting into two in an instant.

This saber was extremely powerful. Pei Xihe put the Tianguang Dao back in his dantian, but his brows were tightly frowned. He always felt that it was a bit off the mark. The third saber had already taken shape, but it still needed more polishing.

But being able to practice this saber to such a level with the help of the wind and clouds at the bottom of the cliff already satisfied her, Pei Xihe's frowning brows relaxed, thinking that maybe there was still a chance.

The sea of ​​mist that was split apart slowly squirmed and merged again.

Pei Xihe gathered his mana on his toes and flew upwards.

According to the records on the map, the area where the altar appeared was thousands of miles wide, and he was very good at finding all kinds of dangerous terrains created by the world to hide himself, either at the bottom of the sea, at the bottom of a cliff, or in a mountain stream.

The practice here came to an end, and it would take a lot of time for Pei Xihe to find the altar, even with the power of the magic power.

She was standing on the top of the cliff, and her aura was already at the peak of the late stage of transformation. If she could break through the bottleneck of that level, it would be enough to achieve the early stage of fusion.Pei Xihe's physical body is full of brilliance, and even the late-stage cultivators can be undefeated with the power of the physical body.

She originally thought that the inheritance of Blazing True Demon would help her break through the realm, but it was not bad to get the three gods.

There are three body protections, whether it is attacking and defending or space jumping and escaping, it is already sufficient, and there is also a flying dragon order that can obliterate the earth fairy, which is enough to survive in front of the wandering cultivator.

She spread out her thoughts, intending to search the area thoroughly in a counterclockwise direction from south to west, then north to east, but she noticed something strange in the range of thoughts induced.

Dai's eyebrows frowned, and the Tianguang knife had reappeared in her hand, and the knife was swept towards one place while waving.

And a flying sword suddenly leaped out of the darkness, and the slender silver-white sword suddenly expelled the saber energy, and charged towards Pei Xihe's heart.

It was also at this time that the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth became disordered, the clear sky became dull, and the endless gray clouds were stirred into a ball, and a big hand was born to suppress Pei Xihe.

The terrifying coercion descended on her body, and it disappeared under the rush of divine black blood.

Pei Xihe looked at the sword piercing his heart, his brows and eyes were full of coldness.

Manipulating the aura of heaven and earth to such an extent that the rules are condensed in the palm of that cloud and mist, it can only be a wandering monk!
"Yin Zhisheng?"

Pei Xihe guessed that the person who came was not a monster, but also a cultivator who was capable of overcoming tribulations. If she came after her, there must be old grievances, and it was Yin Zhisheng.

The cold light flickered on the Tianguang Saber, and the Shenxin Sword that was stabbed in the front flew away, and the shadow of the sword fluttered and stood beside the comer again.

The woman in black and gold neon clothes is Yin Zhisheng.

She had a faint smile on her face, and there was a look of cat-and-mouse looking down in her eyes.

"I haven't seen you these days, and your strength is also good."

Seeing that this female cultivator named Fuxi is only one step away from the fusion, the energy and blood in her body is even stronger than that of the late-stage monks.

But so what, now that his cultivation base has jumped to the middle stage of crossing the catastrophe, how can he tell her to escape from the sword again?

Pei Xihe saw the person's figure clearly, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Good come."

Her figure whirled in a terrifying storm, and the violent wind at the bottom of the cliff moved according to her will, creating a powerful and unpredictable tornado towards Yin Zhisheng.

(End of this chapter)