Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 190 Liuli (6000 words, extra updates for leader Ouuuul)

Immortal fire, a technique that can only be mastered after the symbiosis between Huansilou and Huozhong, made Tianshan Lu Yunsheng's always cautious killing move after suffering a loss, suddenly revealed its sharp fangs in front of the young man.

At that time, Lu Yunsheng's shoulders and neck were burned with just one blow, but the scale at this time was dozens of times greater than that at that time!

Pei Ye had absolutely no way of knowing this method.

He rushed towards the old man, but there was nothing he could rely on to make him explode at a speed that was not his own.A body with twenty meridians was simply not enough to see at this time. The old man stood behind the flames, but the fire curtain in front of the young man's eyes closed first, drowning everything.

This time consumed at least one-fifth of the old man's energy.

In fact, two or three flames are enough to hurt the opponent, but since he gave up the long staff, he will naturally not use a few flames to engage in any technical pursuit and escape game with this boy.

Qisheng, I will never give you another chance to try.

Seeing the bright fire surrounding the young man, the old man lowered his hand. After all, he didn't really want to kill him directly.

He walked forward, but as soon as he took a step, he suddenly stopped.

A whistling knife flew from behind.

The old man twisted his steps and turned around, and the scene behind him came into view. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to Zhuoyue Tower yesterday. The young man's expression of clenched teeth and canopies was exactly the same as that time.

Even the knife in his hand.
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The high temperature made Pei Ye's hair curl up in an instant. He looked at the curtain of fire closing in front of him, and his heart tightened with chills.

This was definitely a temperature that could cause serious injury. He gritted his teeth, and his true energy surged from his dantian to his skin. However, the next moment, the high temperature was about to break through this weak barrier.

The fire surrounded him layer by layer, but the old man didn't want to burn him directly, so he was actually locked in a cage of flames.

If he stayed inside for a breath, he would be seriously injured and collapse. If he were to rush out through the fire curtain, the consequences of direct contact at that moment would be even more serious.

But of course he still had to rush. He must get out in a state where he could still move. He was only one step away from killing the old man!
After being wrapped, Pei Ye didn't slow down at all. In the blink of an eye, he was close to the edge. The even more inaccessible heat burned on his cheeks, as if he had stuck his head into a blazing stove.

The tongue of fire has already touched my nose, but the boy is still close!
It was at this moment that the sharp pain at the tip of his nose awakened something. The two concepts of "high temperature" and "flame" were transmitted to the brain through the body's perception.

Pei Ye suddenly woke up and cried out: "Kitten!"

And when he thought of this, the parasitic fairy spirit in his belly also found out about the situation here.

There was no answer - or there was no time to respond - in the dantian, the half-cast "nest" where the shadow was entrenched suddenly sprouted several small buds.

The next moment, the flames outside the body broke through the young man's weak body-protecting energy.

The flames poured in violently, but what Pei Ye felt was not the terrifying high temperature, but the cool night breeze.

It was as if the heat had never appeared.

"What's going on?" Hei Chi's voice sounded just now, just like the cool night breeze, "Why didn't you call me when the fight started? What are you thinking?"

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"Mute again?"

"No." Pei Ye gasped lightly and flew out of the fire wave. "I was thinking that if I really rushed out through this thing just now, my head would have turned into a fried braised egg."
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On the field.

Yang Yan knew that she was sending her death.

Pei Ye said that he could kill this Qisheng, and Yang Yan was sure that he was bragging, because now he was probably roasted, while the old thief seemed to be intact.

But there was no way. They had planned to coordinate and take the initiative, but now the old man suddenly arrived for some unknown reason. When he heard the noise, he had already got under the quilt.

When he came out with the knife, he saw this scene, and it was obvious that he was helpless.

But there was no way, it was impossible for the young man to hide in the shadows and not come out.

Just like Pei Ye in Baizhu Village back then, Qiongqi wouldn't pay attention to him at all as long as he left, just like it didn't eat all the villagers.

But Pei Ye still stayed and drew his sword.

And Yang Yan is even more extreme. Even if he is burdened with deep hatred, you can't talk to him about enduring the humiliation. The moment he saw Pei Ye being engulfed in flames, his body had already moved forward on its own.

The old man raised his eyelids, but without moving, he sent out his long staff.

If Pei Ye was a venomous snake with bad teeth in his eyes, then the man in front of him now was at most a bastard who had a bit of a handache and needed to be chopped twice.

The flames just now may have alarmed some people who shouldn't be alarmed. The old man's effort with the stick was merciless. He still remembered the strange power swallowed up by this man's knife, so when he stabbed out the stick with one hand this time, the other One hand has already grasped the beginning of the staff.

The boy's fate of dying after two moves is already certain, unless he has two knives.

Yang Yan does not have two swords.

But there is another sword on the battlefield.

The flames behind him suddenly lost all warmth. The old man turned around in shock, and a young man emerged from the fire lotus that illuminated the martial arts field.

The fire curtain around him was twisted into three or four flame streams, which converged into his body. Behind this figure, more flames were still connected to form a large curtain, tied by the flame stream, as if they were floating. 's cloak.

Like a whale swallowing the sea, he is sucking in fairy fire!
It's hard to say whether this scene had a greater impact on the old man than the sword intent just now. In short, in this situation of being attacked from both sides, he was still stunned for a moment.

Pei Ye jumped up and stabbed out with his sword. There was no doubt that this was the third time [Yuntian covered his eyes and lost his feathers].

Under the blazing fire, the young man looked over.

Even if he tried it a hundred times, the old man knew that he could not undo this sword.He can hide. No one can catch up with him outside the scope of this sword.But as long as he still wanted to kill this young man, he had to face this sword - the fairy fire could have saved him from getting close, but it was eaten by him.

But he should still hide at this time, because this time he was not alone. On the other side, a strong enough knife was coming hard.

The moment he fell into darkness, the swords and swords would strike his throat simultaneously. He could not guarantee that the [Iron Clothes] would be able to hold on.In order to save his life, he should temporarily avoid the sharp attack, dodge, use [Fairy Fire] to get rid of this bastard first, and then deal with the poisonous snake.

But he didn't hide.

Because he didn't have much time to tangle with them here - he originally planned to just walk over, grab the fruit, and then leave.

It was also because he realized that all his passivity so far came from being overly cautious.

He is seven lives.

As long as a normal exchange of moves, he can take a life, but he has never dared to gamble, always thinking that he does not take any risks.

So he was like a problem that wouldn't move, waiting for the other party to constantly change methods to solve it.

Now, the other party is about to start the third solution.

The irresistible darkness pressed up again, and the old man's heart was clenched again.

In such austerity, the old man recalled a distant memory.

During the days when I was practicing swordsmanship in my childhood, I often practiced concentration.He would take off his shirt and stand, and the master would prick him with needle points, most of the time on his skin and sometimes even on his eyes. He would have to calm down and turn into a piece of wood and stone to be considered qualified.

Of course he could use his true energy to control the closing of his eyelids and the contracture of his muscles, but that was meaningless. As long as his heart still beats hard and his thoughts are still captured by the needle before it arrives, it will not count as a passing test.

Therefore, this exercise must be carried out without infuriating energy. What it really tests is the spirit of fighting against the enemy in the face of danger.

Now he could face the tip of a needle without changing his expression, but it wasn't until he faced the young man's sword that he realized that the subconscious shrinking and avoidance of his childhood still dominated him.

There will never be a third time.

Even if your sword can be effective forever, I will not be a turtle in front of this sword for the third time.

I have withstood your killing moves twice, but can any of you withstand one of my moves?

At this moment, two teenagers flew over, one behind the other. There was no doubt that the terrifying darkness would come in the next moment.

The old man attacked both of them at the same time.

The stick still hit Yang Yan without any resistance.

He already knew clearly that as long as he did not withdraw his offensive, no one would be able to attack him under the force of this offensive.

But the question now is, what does he use to resist Pei Ye's approach?

Palm?

An inch long, an inch strong, this simple truth is fair. Before the palm can fall on the boy, the tip of the sword will penetrate his throat first.

The old man just watched calmly as the young man came with his sword. The moment he raised his hand, the old man's hand holding the end of the long staff suddenly shook.

There was actually a bright long light drawn out by him.

A very long sword!
It was impossible to pull it out with just his arm span. The old man simultaneously sent the long staff forward to get it out of the scabbard.

This sword is not too scary, it only takes up two-thirds of the length of the long staff.

It's just a bit longer than Cheng Jiang Hong's [Marry Branches for Banquets].

So that night, when the sword nailed Cheng Jianghong to the tree, the man's expression was almost self-mockery in despair.

At this time, it suddenly appeared again, and at this time, the young man watched the long staff stab Yang Yan, and was flying with all his strength with his sword.

This is of course an excellent opportunity. The long staff and Qi are both restrained by Yang Yan, so of course the young man has to draw his sword!
When you draw your sword, get close!If you want to pierce the enemy's throat, you have to get closer!

The old man was waiting for him to deliver it.

Just like this, the old man took out the long sword as fast as lightning and stabbed it out.

The boy was not fast enough to avoid his own attack, he knew that.

His sword is long enough and can cover a considerable distance, and he knows that.These two unchangeable facts would create a simple result - when the young man reacted, the sword had already pierced his chest.

At this time, the old man's stick thrust to the back was definitely enough to force Yang Yan back, and his sword thrust forward was definitely able to pierce into Pei Ye's chest, and the remaining Qi was still used by him as the [Iron Clothes].

What he found was courage, not arrogance and stupidity.

Otherwise one dart would be enough to kill him.

Darkness fell as expected.

The old man did not lose his courage this time. He would no longer passively wait for the end of the darkness. As long as he dared to stab the sword in his hand in the abyss, the source of the darkness would be shattered under the sword.

He regained the stone-like mentality when facing the needle point. At this time, the young man's sword was nothing more than a needle.

Do you have a third solution?

But the question will move.

The old man looked at the young man coldly, his eyes were tempered by the blood of Blade Shadow back then.
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Behind him, Yang Yan was unable to move even an inch in front of the staff.

The long knife once again drew a mysterious arc, and the long whale in the void seemed to be summoned by him again. The power of the pressing force was once again annihilated in the young man's gritted teeth. The wind stopped and the waves stopped, but Yang Yan was indeed stopped here.

He immediately looked away and saw that the focus of the old man's attack was not on him.Below, the sword drawn by the old man was frighteningly sharp, and in front of him was the young man who thought he had seized the perfect opportunity.

Yang Yan had already seen the blood spray in the next moment, and heard the sound of the sword cutting into the flesh. The sound of each part of the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones was different.

But the scene that made his heart tighten did not appear.

The young man seemed to have a sudden connection with the old man, and the time spent without any reaction was spent here. At the same time as the old man drew the sword - or even a step earlier - Pei Ye had already started to retreat.

Then this person seemed to have completed an exquisite coordination with his sword - the sword was faster, but the person moved earlier.

However, the speed of the sword is still too fast. Even if the boy is ahead of schedule, he still has to finish the previous sword first, so he is still caught up by this sword.

There was absolutely no way he could take the Seven Lives move.

But for some reason, the young man's long sword slashed down, and with a clash of gold and iron, the thrusting sword obediently deflected, as if it did not come from a malicious Qisheng, but from a man who had just learned the sword. child.

So the young man retreated far enough away, and stood still with his sword lowered. The old man's sword just stopped in front of him.

Then Yang Yan moved her gaze to the old man and realized that the light that just passed through her field of vision was not an illusion caused by the flames.
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The old man fell into darkness. What he didn't have time to see was that in the face of his cold eyes, the young man in front of him gave him a tolerant smile.

He also didn't realize that the inexplicably dissolved zhenqi flame was actually the last chance to kill the boy.

This is the third tightrope that Pei Ye has walked.

When the second attempt fails, it will also be turned into fertilizer for the third step.

"First, the enemy has to change tactics with you."

In the first fight, the old man realized the benefits of persisting in attacking; in the second fight, the old man realized the danger of continuing to retreat; then in the third fight, what reason could a determined Qisheng have to overcome his fear of the dark? Woolen cloth?

Of course he had to take action, and of course he couldn't let himself chop on his neck again.

And when he gave up hiding in the armor made of true energy, he had the possibility of being killed.

"Secondly, you have to deal with the enemy's killing moves."

This is what the old man dares to rely on.He expected that the young man would not be able to meet his attack and kill him, because before attacking the old man, the young man would be penetrated by the sword first.

That was indeed the case.

That sword strike was too sudden. Who would have thought that the old man with nothing in his hand would suddenly pull out a sword from his long staff and stab it out? It was still such a long sword?
Pei Yeneng.

Unlike Wu Zaigu, he was prepared when facing the old man.He had pondered the limited information dozens of times in his mind.

Of course, this includes the scene where Hiroshi Narijiang died.

He clearly remembered that [Marrying Branches for the Banquet] was already very long, but the man was nailed to the tree, but the sword in his hand did not strike back.

Pei Ye never figured it out. He even thought about "Flying Sword" and "Thumbs of Menopause" until he started thinking about how to kill the murderer. The words "out of reach" appeared in his mind. The boy Thinking of the long staff in the old man's hand.

Cheng Jianghong's shoulder was wounded by a sword, but the old man only had a bamboo pole in his hand that night.When we meet again at Zhuoyue Tower, it’s still the same bamboo pole.

Why should the old man be inseparable from it?Unless that's the weapon he has handy.

So when he saw the old man deciding to fight the two men at the same time, Pei Ye knew that he would probably have to face this sword.

So after the sword intent enveloped him, Pei Ye immediately retreated.

However, Qisheng's sword was still stronger and faster than he could match. Even though he was prepared, he still couldn't dodge.He still had to deal head-on with the old man's sure blow.

Last night, Pei Ye had already figured out how to deal with it.

To deal with the old man's killing moves, he didn't just have to fight to see who was faster.

The moment he struck the first sword, Pei Ye had already held the second sword intention in his hand.

[Falling on a snowy night, soul shocked]

After falling into the fear of losing feathers, the enemy cannot feel the body, but it does not mean that his mind cannot affect the body - his perception is blocked, not that the connection is cut off.

In the darkness, a sudden feeling of fear came over my heart. In this panic, the movements of my hands would no longer follow the previous inertia, but would be inevitably affected.

If the old man was conscious, he might be able to forcibly weaken the panic and achieve the attack on his hand, but he can't touch his body at all now.

Then the sword suddenly became crooked and limp, and the powerful force tended to get out of control.The young man's control at the peak of his clumsiness was once again revealed. As he retreated, he struck the sword accurately, and the out-of-control power suddenly found an outlet. The sword, which had lost control of its master, almost lost its threat.

The young man then dealt with this killing move that was fast enough.

At this time, he was already standing ten feet away from the old man.

Yes, all the efforts just now gave the young man a chance to survive under the old man's sword. So far, he has only been allowed to retreat.

But to cut that throat, he had to face the sword.

"Third, your sword must be able to break through Qisheng's obstruction and pierce his throat."

Pei Ye stood outside the attack range of the long sword, and was forced out of the attack range of the old man by the long sword.

The darkness brought by the Fear of Losing Feathers is only enough for one move, and at this time, when [Snowy Night Falling Soul Shock] is used, the black abyss is already fading.The old man failed to kill him, but he also could not reach the old man, because an inch long is an inch strong.

The helplessness faced by Cheng Jianghong seems to have come here again.

The difference is that the young man really has a flying sword.

This moment was a narrow gap paved by the young man's two failures.

The old man has a staff in front and a sword behind him, and the zhenqi in the armor around his neck has reached a level that can be broken through; at the same time, he is blind and can neither dodge nor block.

Then a stream of translucency passed through the squeezed slit.

It has no color of its own, and all the light comes from the outside. They flow through it without leaving any trace.The flame is shining, the moonlight is soaking, and the rain is gauze. It passes through all nature and seems to be integrated with nature.

Until it passes through everything, it is still spotless, clear and cold.

Heart-cutting glass.

Pei Ye has always been curious about how it works.

——It flies around all day long, where does the power come from?
After studying with Hei Chi for a long time, one person and one cat concluded that it is a "double cultivation of spirit and energy".Like the Immortal Hunter, this sword also has the ability to absorb spiritual power from heaven and earth, but it does not have the same growth potential as the Immortal Hunter. It only absorbs, consumes, absorbs, consumes. It does not have much ability to store spiritual power. Only in an environment filled with spiritual energy can it maintain its operation.

This way it doesn't have much lethality - it can fly very fast, but it doesn't have much power.

The true power of famous swords comes from their masters.Not only those who use swords are longing for famous swords, but famous swords have also been waiting for the sword master who can hold them in his hands since ancient times.

It is not only in the hands of the sword master that they can exert their innate magical power, but also because there is a mysterious connection between the famous sword and the sword master, just like the relationship between the immortal hunter and the contract owner.

That is a channel of power.

The sword master's true energy can be transferred into the famous sword to support it to complete a sufficient attack.That is not the transmission held in the hand, nor is it transmitted from the air by practitioners of seven or eight lifetimes.

This kind of transmission is invisible and intangible. It is more like "sharing". No one has found a way to intercept it. The only thing that is certain is that this kind of transportation will weaken with the distance between the two.

At this time, the Heart-Zhancing Glaze stretched into a sharp straight line, and a wisp of porcelain-white air flow emerged from this famous sword.

If you ask her for something, she will give it to you right away.

The power from Ming Qitian's Dantian, two thousand three hundred miles away, Yunbai's true energy condensed from Yunlang's unique "Gushe Heart Sutra" flew over from the Tianshan Mountains where Qingming is connected, and fell into This drizzle is on top of the small town martial arts field filled with fire.

The distance was too far, but the woman was too strong, and the power of this sword just stood firmly at the level of Qisheng.

There was only a moment of opportunity, and only one sword time. The tip of the sword touched the old man's neck, and it was as if the indestructible scales were shattered in an instant.What about armor pieces and cowhide, what about chopping and cutting, since ancient times, "stabbing" has been the only way to break all kinds of armor!
The flowing shadow passed by.

A fountain of blood appeared on the field, but when the sword flew out, it was still clean and traceless. It floated through an arc and hung in the air.

Pei Ye took a deep breath. After a battle, his heart was pounding, but he did not panic.

In front of him, the old man had just escaped from the black abyss. He was stunned, confused, in pain, and stunned. He raised his hands to cover his neck, and a terrible blood hole was already there. Then he slowly fell to the ground, deeper and more permanent. Darkness enveloped him.

God did not favor anyone. Just as Lu Yunsheng did not expect that the fruit would suddenly ripen at this time, the old man also did not expect that this young man was not a bright fruit, but a sleeping poisonous snake.

If the outcome is decided, it is all due to human efforts.

(End of this chapter)