I'm in Wudang god catcher

Chapter 426 Liu Bowen’s sure-fire situation
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"I don't want the Tathagata God's Palm anymore. I don't want the Tathagata God's Palm anymore. Evil God, spare my life!"

"I recognize you as my godfather and godgrandfather. You are the ancestor, direct ancestor, and great ancestor of our family!"

"Ancient Sword Soul, you must die a happy death!"

"Heroes, save my life!"

"Shen Lian, aren't you a divine catcher? Why are you watching the ancient sword soul kill? Save me!"

The ancient sword soul was originally an unscrupulous person, but now he has become obsessed with it. His fighting spirit is like fire, his murderous intention is like crazy, and he has no scruples, and he kills with a pair of devil's hands.

No matter how those people cursed, begged, threatened, cursed, or kidnapped Shen Lian and others morally, the killings did not slow down at all.

Not to mention the mob, even Shen Qixuan and others were shocked. They heard that Gu Jianhun and Shen Lian were both injured two days ago. How could they recover so quickly?
Why didn't Shen Lian stop him?

Does Shen Lian not care about his reputation?

How come the Buddha's light in Tathagata's palm is black?

Why does the ancient sword spirit seem to be possessed?
What happened back then, and why did it turn an evil man like Gu Jianhun into a madman?
No one can answer this question.

Anyone who can answer this question is dead.

That person is Ou Feng.

——The person who knows the ancient sword soul best in the world!
It was because he understood the Ancient Sword Soul that he knew how to make the Ancient Sword Soul furious and crazy.

Ou Feng used his mortal body, which did not know martial arts, to trample the pride of Gu Jianhun under his feet, and plotted to kill Gu Jianhun's beloved, turning him into a loner.

Gu Jianhun's brain was not that normal to begin with, and after more than 20 years of madness, it became even more abnormal.

How would it feel for an abnormal person to suddenly learn that the tragedy of his life was just because he casually beat up a little person while pursuing a beautiful woman?

How would it feel to design a life-long tragedy for a little person who you have never seen with your own eyes and who has not left the slightest impression in your mind?
Anger, humiliation, shame, depression...

All the emotions gathered together, and the ancient sword soul just wanted to look up to the sky and scream, and then give it a try.

He only had Ou Feng's words that pierced his heart and lungs before he died and his wild and proud sarcasm in his heart. He just wanted to completely destroy everything in front of him, including himself.

kill!kill!kill!

Ou Feng's words are very correct.

Apart from this martial arts that brings disaster, the ancient sword spirit has nothing. The only thing he can prove himself and prove that he has been here is this martial arts.

There is no good or evil, no good or evil, no Buddha or demon.

Only strong moves with whole heart, whole soul and whole soul.

The ancient sword spirit is not only killing, but also looking for interesting opponents, and he has found his opponent now.

That's a swordsman.

The only swordsman in the world.

He may not be as profound as Ximen Chuixue, Yan Nantian, Xie Xiaofeng and others, but the world may not recognize Ximen Chuixue and Yan Nantian, but they will definitely recognize him.

His name is Cai Xuanzhong, and he has also used names such as Cai Zhong, Zhongxuancai, and Zhongcai. The long sword in his hand is one of the eight swords of the Yue King in the Spring and Autumn Period, named "Zhuanpo".

The zhanpo is the weirdest sword in the world. It can't even be called a sword because it is too long.

The length of the soul transformation is: nine feet and seven inches!

There was no unified weights and measures in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the nine feet, seven inches at that time was much different from what it is today. However, by analogy with Confucius' height of nine feet, six inches, we know that this sword cannot be used normally, but is similar to a spear and a spurge.

The origin of Cai Xuanzhong is quite mysterious. In addition to this Soul-changing Divine Sword, he is also proficient in a unique skill.

It is the most extreme martial skill in the world, representing the pinnacle of sword energy and kung fu, and representing an undefeated god of war, a peerless madman, and a supreme grandmaster who has disappeared for many years.

Congenital body-shattering invisible sword energy!

There is no one with the strongest sword energy in the world.

Even the Nine Sun Divine Sword and the Six Meridian Divine Sword are far inferior to the innate body-breaking invisible sword energy.

Although Cai Xuanzhong's martial arts level is much lower than that of Guan Qi, the Seven Saints of the Lost Sky Alliance in the past, such a strange long sword and the most refined and pure sword energy still make the ancient sword soul's subconscious test. heart of.

Cai Xuanzhong lowered his head and concentrated on his sword.

Where is the sword pointing?

This nine-foot-seven-inch Soul-changing Divine Sword points to an insignificant place, pointing to anywhere.

The ultimate swordsmanship!

The mentor of the five swordsmiths who forged the Heavenly Sword, Master Benlu, the strongest swordsmith in the Qin State, mastered the peerless swordsmanship after forging thousands of swords.

It is said that Master Benlu made swords for Ying Zheng. After casting two three-foot-six-inch Ding Qin swords, he left a small piece of material to cast a two-foot-five-inch dagger.

The three swords add up to nine feet and seven inches.

Perhaps it was a blessing to the soul, or perhaps Master Benlu felt that the end was approaching, so he named this set of swords the Great Limit Sword. Unfortunately, when the casting was completed, Ying Zheng had already passed away, and Hu Hai, the second emperor of Qin, ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor.

Li Si felt that the word "Da limit" was unlucky, so he poisoned Master Benlu and destroyed the Da limit sword.

Although the sword was destroyed, the sword manual has been passed down.

Thousands of years later, in the hands of Cai Xuanzhong, this set of swordsmanship learned from forging swords shines with brilliance.

This is the "nothing" sword technique. When the sword is moved, its power is pervasive and omnipresent.

It's like a spring compressed to the limit, or like a volcano suppressed to the limit. There is no choice but to erupt, so the sword erupts without reservation.

Ancient Sword Soul felt the pressure.

The left half of his body felt like being stabbed by a sword. The sword energy was cold but extremely sharp, as if a freshly made sword was being sharpened with blood from his mouth and throat.

The right half of his body was suddenly paralyzed. The sharp and cold ice needles seemed to have penetrated his pores, and then turned into thousands of pieces of blazing sun, passing into every cell along the blood vessels.

Congenital body-shattering invisible sword energy!

Facing a figure like Gu Jianhun, Cai Xuanzhong did not dare to hold anything back, and his attack was the most powerful and decisive move.

The other masters will naturally not watch.

"The red robe has hundreds of bags, and the heart is as careful as hair." The Chi family worships Qifa Zen Master, and takes out a crossbow. His arrows are not wolf fang feather arrows, but his hair.

Although Zen Master Qifa is a monk and has had a ring scar, he is not bald. His hair style is similar to that of later generations. This is his strongest weapon.

If you are stabbed by his hair, you must not pull it out, but have to wait for ten days. After ten days, the hair will automatically wither and the arrow will lose its power. During the time when the arrow is hit, half of the cultivation will be lost.

"Horse with a sword, lying drunk on a hill." Youjia worships Gu Foying. His weapon is a machete.

A thin sharp blade.

The shape is similar to a nine-ring machete, but the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing. In Gu Foying's hands, it looks like white paper blown by the mountain wind. The blade seems to be weightless.

Gu Foying himself has also lost weight.

He seemed to be drunk, the knife was blown around by the mountain wind, and the man was also blown around.The sword tilts this way and that, so the opponent won't know where the sword light comes from, where it cuts, and where it lands.

The person is swaying this way and that, so the other person will only see the figure coming from the wind, going to the clouds, and falling on the cliff.

The ancient sword soul was extremely happy. It seemed that he had forgotten his resentment and melancholy, and only wanted to fight heartily.

The dark Buddha light shone for tens of feet, and the reverse-rotating Buddha seal rose up and turned into the demon king Bo Xun. The Buddha's demon palm smashed down with a crash, and the mountains and plains were filled with sharp light.

Since you don't know how the opponent will attack, then don't think about these things and just attack in large groups. If you have the ability, continue to get drunk. If you have the ability, use the sword.

The location Shen Lian chose was outside the city, not far from Mang Mountain. The ancient sword spirit went crazy and killed Mang Mountain in an instant, staining half of the sky red with blood.

Even if you have never learned divination, you know that this time must be the Kun hexagram "Dragon Fighting in the Wild". The world is filled with cold murderous intent, and the bloody aura rushes straight into the sky.

Shen Lian recalled Liu Bowen's divination scroll.

Many people feel that what fortune tellers are most afraid of is the fortune of the dynasty, and they dare not make any calculations about it, otherwise they will suffer the backlash of dragon energy and may die.

Liu Bowen had very strict comments on this.

This matter is both true and false.

Those who follow the right path will definitely stay away from the world of causes and effects, but those who follow the evil path don't mind this. Aren't there still a few alchemists who have made elixirs and told fortunes for emperors throughout the dynasties?

Based on the fierce battles that year, Liu Bowen and Xu Ruowu analyzed that what they feared most was - Jue!

Absolute means that something has reached its limit.

It can be the ultimate blessing of flying dragons in the sky, the ultimate bad luck, or the ultimate decay.

When everything reaches its limit, it may cause sudden changes such as mountain roars and tsunamis, or it may continue like this, making people ignore the dangers around them.

Just like lighting a candle in the blue sky and daylight, no matter how bright the candle is, it will lose its brilliance.

The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is dark yellow.

The more intense the battle, the more murderous aura there will be between heaven and earth. No matter how you calculate it, all you can count is the dragon fighting in the wild, covering up its sense of crisis.

All warriors have crisis sensing capabilities, and Huamanlou has the strongest sensing ability, with a range as high as ten miles.

Shen Lian once tried it. Within ten miles, even if the soundproof air mask pops up, Huamanlou will be able to sense it.

Although demons like Jia Shifang have embarked on evil paths, their basic mentality is the right way, and their crisis sense is extremely keen. If Shen Lian keeps arranging killing plots against Jia Shifang, he will definitely notice the danger.

At least a few sneezes are possible.

Don't underestimate sneezing. Normal people feel chilled when they sneeze, or are insulted behind their backs. But when Jia Shifang sneezes, she will definitely run away without hesitation.

How to cover it up?

That is fighting.

The evil god Huoyun went crazy and killed people wantonly.

The fate of Shen Lian Baihu Xingjun will inevitably lead to fights and even bloodshed wherever he passes.

Even if Jia Shifang has Yuan Tiangang's ability, he can only feel the battle that stretches for miles, see the ancient sword souls fighting in blood, and see the sticky stick killers sent by the Manchu Qing Dynasty to Luoyang, which are constantly stirring up the situation.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Jia Shifang suddenly heard a dog barking.

Looking closely, a big yellow dog appeared three feet away from him, baring its teeth and barking proudly. Jia Shifang found it very interesting that the dog actually had an expression.

Such an interesting dog...I'll strangle him!
Jia Shifang looked back and found that a group of people had gathered around her, including Shen Lian, Feng Suzhen, Tantai Jingming, Zuo Shi, Chu Liuxiang, and Fang Xiezhen.

"Good skill, really good skill. Didn't Guo Bujing come? Shen Lian, are you so confident?"

Jia Shifang calmly stood up and patted her clothes.

Shen Lian raised his hand and gave a salute: "My master was purging the rebels in Luoyang, and the Taoist priest led the Manchu killers to cause such a killing in Luoyang. Eighty percent of the blessings of practicing cultivation in this life have been damaged. Isn't the Taoist priest still awake?"

A smile appeared on Jia Shifang's lips: "Guo Bujing is still so pedantic. You may not know that if he hadn't saved the people back then, he might have kept one of our brothers, such as my fourth brother Jia Shiqing."

Before Shen Lian could refute, Jia Shifang blocked Shen Lian's last words: "You may want to say that Guo Bujing let us go on purpose so that we could cause harm to Manchu Meng Yuan.

This is absolutely impossible.

Guo Bujing is absolutely determined to kill us.

He didn't think about so many things, he just wanted to kill us, but because of his kindness as a woman, he missed the best opportunity and left a loophole in the dragnet.

Your other master, Wei Qingqingqing, together with old ghost Liu Bowenxu, tried their best to block the gap, but now that the gap has appeared, it will never be filled. "

Jia Shifang stood calmly, everyone was in his eyes, but at the same time he was not in his eyes.

"Guo Bujing, Zhou Zhiruo, and the One-Armed God Nun, if the three of them join forces, plus a few of you, they might be able to keep me, but the gap is too far now!"

Shen Lian said coldly: "If the three of them planned to surround you, you would have run away long ago. If you were really confident, you should kill us easily like the ancient sword spirit slaughtering those rabble."

Tantai Jingming immediately echoed: "You didn't do that. Instead, you kept rambling because you had no confidence and wanted to use this to lower morale."

Zuo Shi's eyes flashed blood red, he picked up the blood red arrow with his left hand, and took out the dragon bone longbow with his right hand.

Chu Liuxiang said sternly: "Your Excellency, please go to Tianlao to retreat for ten years to atone for the sins of this life."

"Zheng!"

Feng Suzhen played the sound of killing the piano.

The sound of the piano was wafting, and the murderous aura was fierce. Shen Lian felt the pull of the energy, and Gu Wen's spear flew through the air.

Jia Shifang is proficient in body-protecting mystical skills. If he wants to destroy his body-protecting aura, Gu Wen is obviously more suitable.

Unnamed marksmanship·Feather cup flies quickly!
The moment the gun flashed, the tip of the gun had already reached Jia Shifang's throat. The violent sonic boom produced a harsh explosion, but it also fit the rhythm of Feng Suzhen's piano.

Shen Lianqiang is faster, Chu Liuxiang is faster.

Chu Liuxiang opened her arms, as powerful as a bird, as if it could fly in the wind, flying lightly, her left hand pointed at Jia Shifang's ribs, and her right hand grabbed her shoulder.

"laugh!"

Arrows flew out of the air.

Spears, claws, arrows.

The three did not attack at the same time, but they converged into one at the same moment. At the moment when the strength returned, Feng Suzhen plucked the strings, and the killing sound bombarded her.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Fang Xiezhen keenly grasped the opportunity of Qi, and in the moment when everyone was fighting, he pulled out the sword behind his back.

Of course Fang Xiezhen used swordsmanship, but it was very unlike swordsmanship, because there should not be such a beautiful swordsmanship in the world, it was so beautiful that it made people feel suffocated.

The extremely sharp sword light contains a murderous intention that is gentler than the spring evening breeze, as if a person is killing people not with weapons, but with a poem!
One poem, one sword, one step, one kill!

(End of this chapter)