Fu Canglu

Chapter 634 Sword Immortal ([-])

"Her luck is very good. The sword wound almost pierced half of her chest, but her vitality protected her heart. The physique of a demon cultivator is much stronger than normal people."

The blue stone that fell on the top of Zidi Palace, put his palm on his forehead, transferred Gong Zi's gentle Buddhist energy, and stabilized the chaotic sword energy in Zidi Palace's demon girl.

Qingshi raised his head, looked at Wang Zhi, and said in a tepid voice, "She can survive, but her cultivation will be affected."

The woman from Qingmu Palace, Sword Embryo, was pale. She clasped her hands together, bowed to Qingshi Bodhisattva seriously, and then looked at Yi Xiao in front of her.

She thought, if there is really a life-saving straw.
Then it must be Yi Xiao.

The Five Elders' Association is waiting for Yi Xiao.

Wang Zhi looked at Liu Mo's body and thought that he had really become stronger.

Reborn from that coffin, sword energy nirvana, what realm did he reach?
But no matter how powerful a person is, he is no match for the entire Holy Island.

Yi Xiao smiled, he knew what Wang Zhi was thinking.

The sword energy in the lotus clothes gathered and shrank. He looked at the darkness among the six holy mountains, and said softly, "This is my personal grievance with the holy island. It's not too much for me to call some people, right?"

Until now, the voices of the holy island piercing through the air came one after another, Ye Shisan, Ye Xiaolou, Wu Jinhan, Su Fu, Song Zhiqing
Wang Zhi's complexion suddenly became strange, and she finally understood what Yi Xiao meant by "calling some people"
This group of people is full of freaks, evildoers, and almost all the evildoers from the Central Plains have come here. Such a force buried the Taixu City Lord of Fengxue Silver City in the sea area, and the five elders of the Holy Island Why can it be stopped?

It turned out that what I was waiting for was not a life-saving straw.
It's a life-saving hammer with a weight of [-] junctures!

His Highness looked at the senior brother beside him, and said firmly, "Do it."

Two sword qi erupted in situ, one black and the other entangled and staggered out, the figures of Yi Xiao and Li Changge disappeared in situ, almost instantly, the six holy mountains erupted with unbearable roaring sounds, and the small members of the Five Elders' Association A huge gap was torn open in the world, and two strands of black and white sword energy merged and rushed out into the pitch-black hall.

Stepping on the dome pillar and flying down, countless ashes dance around her lotus clothes, the whole world is tilted, and her sword represents the ultimate fairness in the world.

The little Highness stepped on his toes, and a huge dome column burst into pieces, and the lotus-clothed figure shot out like an arrow, hitting heavily on the body of the periosteum devil, and the two figures rolled together, crashing into the hall one after another of two walls.

Just as the roar sounded, Yi Xiao cut down with a sword expressionlessly.
"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, and the roar turned into a howl.

The soaring periosteum man had just spread out his huge periosteum wings when he was pierced into the bone by a sword. The causal sword energy slashed down slowly and firmly, and directly cut off a large pitch-black wing, scarlet and sticky. Thick blood turned into flames and boiled in the air.

In cause and effect, a leaf does not touch the body.

Yi Xiao's eyes were fixed on the periosteal man in front of him. There was no pity in his eyes. When the sword qi pierced for the second time, the other huge bone wing was roughly cut open with a stabbing sound, and the two were torn apart. Together.

The two made a dent.

In the pit, smoke and dust scattered.

The periosteum man's face was covered with blood.

His ten fingers were trembling, and his voice was a little unsteady at the moment: "You want to kill me?"

The pressure between the eyebrows is extremely strong.

The tip of Yi Xiao's causal sword has solidified and touched his forehead.

There is no distinction between high and low in the status of the Five Elders' Association, it's just that some people are buried in coffins, and some are responsible for opening their eyes to see the world.

His Highness was silent for a moment.

"Ah"

The periosteum man smiled: "When they were sleeping forever, I was in charge of this place. The 'Five Elders' Association' is a small world of the Holy Land of Demon Dao. This entire hall is responsible for supplying the vitality of the Holy Island, and all Things, all based on our existence, can function normally."

His wings were broken, his hands were also broken, and his body was covered in blood, but he didn't feel any pain when he smiled. His face, which was as handsome as a god, was sinister and awe-inspiring when he smiled, with a hint of helplessness.

"Young man, why bother killing the holy island like this will be yours."

"We old men of the magic way, everything we do, all the starting point is for the holy island."

"Who would have thought that you could come out of the gate of heaven alive?"

With a hint of helplessness on his face, he tore off the black robe on his chest, revealing a hideous scar.

The voice is sincere and sincere.

"The sword wound on my chest came from the last person who entered the Wulaohui."

"You also know that person. He is the most talented Great Bright Palace Master of my holy island. In a sense, your sword also inherited his mantle, doesn't it?"

He smiled with difficulty: "That person didn't kill me, because he knew that if he killed me, it would mean the collapse of Holy Island."

"No one can maintain such a huge force and survive day after day. The entire holy island is just rootless duckweed floating in the sea. If I die, this small island will not die, but' Holy Island' is tantamount to death."

Yi Xiao let out two breaths, and said calmly: "I don't care."

"I know you don't care about my life or the life of the Holy Island. What you care about is that many people you know died in the six holy mountains, and they died, and the Five Elders did not stop them." The periosteal man raised his head, Looking at Yi Xiao who was sitting on top of him, the sharp edge almost pierced his eyes, his eyes were tearing, he smiled and asked: "Natural selection, this is the law, we acquiesced in the slaughter of the weak by the strong, what is this? What's wrong?"

The raising of this question made Yi Xiao fall into silence.

The thought of the periosteum man was floating in the hall.

He has been eagerly waiting for the rescue of his comrades.

But where the soul and thoughts come, it is miserable.

That white-clothed man, with his sword aura, crashed into the hall, like a wolf into a herd of sheep, and began to abuse without reason.

Blood flew, and sword energy soared to the sky.

The sound of roaring and the sound of splashing blood are mixed together, followed by the sound of miserable crying

The top of the Purple Palace.

Ye Shisan and Ye Xiaolou stood on the spot, listening to the voice, they looked at each other.

I don't know how to act.

Brother Nanhai scratched the thin braids bound by the bun, and murmured: "Did I hear you right?"

Ye Xiaolou, who was pressing the three ancient swords on his waist with one hand, slowly retracted the hand holding the sword at this moment.

He lowered his eyebrows and said seriously: "You heard me right, I heard it too."

The two were silent for a moment, while confirming the voice inside.

Ye Xiaolou's voice sounded: "Someone was beaten and cried."

Daotai was silent for a moment.

Ye Shisan sighed, and asked softly, "Then do we still need to go in now?"

Ye Xiaolou had already come to the side of Lord Shanzhu, trying to remove the chains that bound him. These chains were imprisoned by the secret technique of the Wulaohui magic way and could not be untied easily, so Ye Xiaolou raised his left and right Both hands, the palms of the palms have been connected to "Linglong" and "Dice".

The two flying swords screamed, and the two sword lights crossed, and the ancient sword had been sheathed again.

The heavy chain was cut in an instant, and sparks flew in all directions. The white-haired young man withdrew his sword and returned, raising his hands to support the White Lotus Mopao Mountain Lord who fell to the cross.

Ye Xiaolou didn't look back, he hugged the weak mountain master, put his hands under his armpits, and said in a calm voice: "The two of them, two swords, even if the three holy places were added together, what can they do? "

Ye Shisan was speechless.

"The path of swordsmanship has an end."

Ye Xiaolou closed his phoenix eyes slightly, and the big avalanche of Liuliya emerged in his mind. The master who stepped on the three ancient swords and went upstream, finally disappeared from the world with his arms around Gu Jiu. At that moment, all the soul power, Yuan power in his body , Sword Qi, all blended into one thing.

Everything is a sword.

"I made a mistake. People who have been here for thousands of years have all made a mistake."

Ye Xiaolou smiled softly: "Master, he never took that step until his death."

"I have obsessions in my heart, but if I can't get what I want, how can I be happy?"

"If you can't even break your own shackles, how can you bring everything under one sword?"

"Everything is a sword. Jian Zongming took this step by himself." Ye Xiaolou said with a trace of admiration between his brows and eyes: "Before he left, he left the real sword intent. He can only appreciate it, but not explain in words."

Ye Shisan looked at the center of the six holy mountains in silence.

The battle there was extremely tragic, and the situation was almost one-sided. Several evildoers who came to the holy island with Yi Xiao were silently listening to the cries and begging sounds of the Five Elders' Association. Among them, it was swept out by the strong wind, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears without any concealment.

A miserable battle.

Mu Liancheng patted Ye Xiaolou's shoulder lightly, indicating that he had the strength to stand firm. He supported the huge cross behind him, looked at the small world of the Wulaohui, and remained silent for a long time.

There was a voice, which came softly.

"You decide."

Yi Xiao wrapped his voice with sword energy, and sent the content of this conversation to the mountain master's ear.

So Mu Liancheng's fingers rested on the cross and began to tremble.

He knew what the man said was right.

The Five Elders Association is the core of the Holy Island. They have given the Holy Island one shackle after another, and at the same time provided one protection after another.

Just close your eyes.

In my mind, I couldn't help but hear the roar of fireworks on the top of the Purple Dimple Palace.

Flesh and sword energy flew across the sky, the words spoken by the owner of the Purple Dimple Palace before he died.

"If you are not born free, how can you become a swordsman?"

How many people died, in exchange for such an ending.

vigorous.

But what Holy Island needs has never been the protection of the Five Elders.

but freedom.

(End of this chapter)