Xianao

Chapter 717 Nine Swords Serial Time Passage

These two nine-level flying swords are the swords of time, which are not affected by Yuan magnetism. bloody battle.

The sword light is like the sea, the sword light is like a mountain, the five colors are like mountains, and the five colors are like prisons. These two kinds of light are flooding the ice field. Wherever the light goes, landslides, ground cracks, and the collected lake water freezes and turns into ice sheets. Melted again, then froze again.

In the sky, two sword lights flew in rotation, one after another sword energy flew across the sky, and collided with the five-color divine light, and suddenly the sword light and divine light shot up into the sky, and there were countless confrontations in an instant. How many fights.

The sword light flickers, the divine light flies, and the five colors of light, blue, yellow, red, white, and black, sometimes unite and sometimes disperse.

The black light controls the soil, the space seems to be solidified, and Yu Zecheng's shrinking into an inch is blocked by restrictions.

White light is water, moistening things silently, emptying and shooting out, as fast as electricity, as dense as rain.

The red light is fire, melting everything, refining everything, possessing the supreme power of destruction.

The yellow light is golden, extremely cold, cutting everything, unstoppable, and naturally sharp.

The blue light is wood, the wood is dense, continuous, and the prosperity is not startled, and it is eternal.

The five elements unite and turn into a ray of destruction, destroying everything.

That sword light is like rain, one is like time paused, the momentary fragrance, one is eternal and long, the eternal sun and moon, two rays of light, clear and crystal, invisible like water, everywhere.

Yu Zecheng's sword radiates across the sky, breaking all spells with one sword,

The two fought to the extreme, gradually Yu Zecheng became more powerful with his sword and grasped the opponent's frequency, and suddenly Yu Zecheng yelled:
"middle."

For a moment, Guanghua emitted a supreme sword light, as if everything was in a state of time suspension. This sword broke through the five-color divine light, crossed and challenged in the myriad of divine lights, and then hit Zhenjun Biluo on the forehead and between the eyebrows.

This sword was impartial, right between the eyebrows, and immediately aroused Zhenjun Biluo's five-color divine light, resisting the power of this sword, Zhenjun Biluo was not injured at all, and was about to fight back.

Yu Zecheng shouted again:

"middle"

Another platinum sword rainbow slashed across the sky, this sword is the ancient sun and moon, as if it existed there in ancient times, waiting for a blow, and hit the forehead and brow again.

When the second sword hit, the five-color divine light flashed again, and resisted this sword again, but Yu Zecheng yelled a third time:
"middle"

The brilliance of the third sword moment was incomparably ingenious, and with a single blow of light, it hit Zhenjun Bi Luo's forehead and brow again.

At this moment, True Monarch Biluo knew that something was wrong, so he backed away desperately, using the five-color divine light to block the next sword attack, but Yu Zecheng was like a machine, extremely cold, his eyes were like electricity, and he sent out the sword again:

"middle"

Zizi's sword light jumped, and the fourth sword pierced Zhenjun Biluo's forehead again.At this point, Zhenjun Biluo felt something was wrong, these steps were linked together, and they were all as swift as lightning and as powerful as thunder.I had no choice but to follow Yu Zecheng's rhythm.It all happened so fast that I didn't have time to think about how to deal with it.Lian has already hit four swords in a row.

She let out a roar, and endless rays of light radiated from her body, all of which were the five colors of divine light, turning into a ball of light to protect herself, if there was no way to avoid it, then explode, the only way to block the opponent's fifth sword.

The five-color light burst out, but Yu Zecheng's eyes were as cold as ice, and he sent out the sword again:
"middle"

The fifth sword was issued, and when the five-color divine light collided with the sword light, countless bursts of light exploded.Driven by the violent explosion, the erupting five-color divine light dimmed uncontrollably, and another flying sword went straight in, piercing into the five-color divine light, breaking through all resistance, and piercing the forehead of Zhenjun Biluo again.

Fifth sword.

The fifth sword hit, also hit one place, even with the protection of the five-color divine light, Zhenjun Biluo trembled, and his mind was confused.

In this trembling, Yu Zecheng said again:
"middle"

The sixth sword.

Another indeterminate sword light slashed down, this sword was as wonderful as heaven, and once again hit Zhenjun Biluo's forehead and eyebrows, although the five-color divine light can protect the body, but under the continuous nine-level flying sword attack Next, Zhenjun Biluo bled from his forehead and his face was covered with blood.

The seventh sword, the eighth sword... the platinum sword lights of the nine radiances were endless, hitting Zhenjun Biluo's forehead again and again. Under this series of heavy blows, Zhenjun Biluo completely lost his ability to respond , thanks to the explosion of the five-color divine light on his body, he was not killed by the headshot of the ninth-level flying sword.

After nine sword strikes, Yu Zecheng suddenly stopped attacking, took a step back, and looked at Zhenjun Biluo pitifully.

Zhenjun Biluo's five-color divine light combined offense and defense, and the ninth-level flying sword hit nine times in a row. Although her forehead was full of blood, she couldn't break through her five-color divine light defense. Yu Zecheng took a step back. It took more than ten breaths to react, and the imperial envoy Shenguang defended himself.

But Yu Zecheng didn't attack or defend, he stretched out his hand to condense a water mirror, and looked at Zhenjun Biluo, his eyes were full of pity, an expression of pity.

Seeing Yu Zecheng's eyes, Master Bi Luo looked at himself in the water mirror, and then saw that in the mirror was an old lady with white hair and chicken skin, disheveled hair and teeth, here and there was himself, but he had a beautiful curve and a figure With clear eyes and fine eyebrows, delicate and picturesque facial features, this is an old woman who is about to pass away.

But why is the long skirt on her so familiar, so green to the extreme, isn't this the mirror green phoenix robe that she likes?The white hairpin on her head is so familiar, isn't this the Qifeng Duoxin hairpin?

Zhenjun Biluo couldn't believe her eyes, she closed and opened them again, and looked at her hands again, only to see that the original delicate and white hands were completely wrinkled and withered hands.Then he stroked his cheeks with his hands, all the wrinkles of the chicken-skinned and white-haired ones, the incomparably glamorous Zhenjun Biluo at the beginning of the war is now completely an old woman.

Time goes by, youth is gone, and I have grown old unconsciously, only one step away from the loess.

This aging is not a matter of appearance, the Nascent Soul in Zhenjun Biluo is also aging at the same time, the light of the small five elements shatters, and the secret art of Xianqin requires a lot. Whether it is offense or defense, it is all supported by the price of her own life. Yu Zecheng made nine consecutive strikes. Although she could not break through her divine light protection, her life has been exhausted in this battle, and she paid the price for it. , that is complete aging.

She touched her cheek and let out a scream. Even though she is Yuanying Zhenjun, the instinct of a woman still overwhelms everything. This aging is eternal aging. up.

Amidst the screams, a burst of bright five-color divine light came out, but this blow was not aimed at Yu Zecheng, but at himself. In an instant, True Monarch Biluo set himself on fire and completely refined himself to commit suicide.

In this last ray of light, for a moment, I don't know if it was a reflection of the light or not, that Zhenjun Biluo returned to his original appearance, with a graceful figure and a straight figure.Slender waist, full hips, straight chest, long neck, clear eyes and fine eyebrows, delicate and picturesque facial features, glamorous and moving.

Yu Zecheng turned into a huge water mirror, and seeing his final perfect image in the five-color divine light, Master Biluo seemed to smile, and was completely ashes in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

True Monarch Bi Luo set himself on fire and died, turning into fly ash, the remaining vitality in the fly ash leaked out, at this moment, under the impetus of that vitality, the sky thunder and lightning dissipated, the wind of ice and snow dissipated, the sky was clear, but that The glaciers under his feet are full of sores, and he can still see a big battle just now.

Seeing Zhenjun Biluo turn into fly ash, Yu Zecheng didn't have any happy smile on the contrary, he drew his sword and looked around in a daze.It is a kind of enjoyment to fight fiercely with such a powerful enemy.

In this battle, Yu Zecheng not only discovered his own weaknesses, but also began to slowly correct them.Although I have formed a Nascent Soul, whether it is the technique of controlling the sword or the method of fighting, it is the tactics and tactics of Jindan Daoist. Now I can't keep up with the form, because now my enemy is the Nascent Soul Daoist. Jun, the power I can control is also ten times that of before.

But this is nothing, disciple Xuanyuan lives by fighting, and Yu Zecheng gradually regained his senses during the battle, and found his own way of swordsmanship and his own way of fighting.

This kind of whole-hearted battle, this kind of victory in killing a powerful enemy, this kind of desperation in the art of imperial sword dove is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of pleasure that surpasses everything. For this feeling, you can give up everything. I can control myself, this is the origin of the sword maniac.

In the world, there was a calm, like the brief calm after a blizzard, the air was full of aura, and the vitality of snow, ice, and light were everywhere.

When he reached the Nascent Soul Realm, at this moment, after killing a strong enemy and seeing the various forms of vitality in the air, Yu Zecheng realized exactly how different the vitality was. Gathering, the aura within a radius of hundreds of miles was absorbed, forming a vortex and pouring into Yu Zecheng's body instantly.

This kind of spiritual energy enters the body, the feeling of being alone in the world, and controlling everything makes people feel extremely comfortable, as if they have been thirsty for countless years and finally drink a sip of sweet spring.It's like a relative who has been searching for more than ten years suddenly appears in front of him, which makes people refreshed wholeheartedly.

The appearance of this kind of refreshment, the appearance of this kind of comprehension, instantly restrained Yu Zecheng's refreshingness of killing a strong enemy just now, and then these two feelings merged into one, which made Yu Zecheng breathe out a sigh of relief.

He flew towards the Ice and Snow Palace with his sword, he wanted to fight, he wanted to fight, but couldn't help it, he sang in the sky:
"Climbing high and spectacular, the vast river between the heaven and the earth will not return, the yellow clouds are moving for thousands of miles, the wind is white, the waves are nine flowing clouds"
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Monthly pass, monthly pass, monthly pass.

(End of this chapter)