Fu Canglu

Chapter 686
On the surface of the South China Sea, two long lines swept over.

Suddenly hovering in front of the fairy island, Yi Xiaoan's black robe was hunting in the strong wind. She took a deep breath and looked at the vitality rising in the sky, shooting out from the bottom of the sea like a divine glow, and surrounding the South China Sea one by one. Xiandao, protect the entire Xiandao.

Then she raised her fist high and slammed it down.

Why shake Xiandao?
With the overlord's physique.

With a single punch, the heavenly glow scattered, and the already frenzied vitality in the South China Sea once again became chaotic. Numerous eddies rose from the bottom of the sea, sea pillars soared into the sky, and tremors continued on the highest mountain.

Yuan Tiangang hangs quietly in front of the fairy island in the South China Sea.

He and Yi Xiaoan just hovered in front of Zhongwei Peak, the majestic heavy rain dodged from the three feet around the two of them, and the shadows of the Nanhai disciples who were suspended into the air one after another were drenched in the heavy rain. among.

One after another, like divine soldiers, like iron cavalry returning to the formation, the vitality of the South China Sea Heavenly Formation has been smashed to pieces, and countless vitality is mixed in the air. One is a top practitioner in the ninth-rank realm.

There are very few disciples in Nanhai.

Yuan Tiangang smiled and said, "It turns out there are quite a few."

32th place.

The cave on Zhongwei Peak was dead silent, Wei Qi came out with his hands behind his back, Ye Shisan's brows were murderous, his Taoist robe was wet from the rain, Wu Jinhan in a big red robe, with two swords on his waist, pushed the wheelchair, the teacher There are four people.

Young Bai Mino said in a young voice: "Add three more, 35 people. Wei Qi, there are only 35 disciples in the South China Sea. If you took one more and formed a big formation, you can still stop me for a while."

Wei Qi didn't use his vitality. After leaving the mansion, his Taoist robe was drenched by the heavy rain very quickly.

Standing on the top of Zhongwei Peak, the old man looked at the young man and asked earnestly, "What do you want?"

Yuan Tiangang stretched out a finger, pointed at young master Tao, and said calmly, "Her life."

The old man was silent.

Everyone in the South China Sea stood in the heavy rain.

It was pouring rain.

Wei Qi spat out a word forcefully.

"roll!"

Yuan Tiangang let out a long laugh, the old man raised his big sleeves, and a water dragon surged up from the surface of the sea, roaring and churning, and opened its bloody mouth to swallow the two thin figures floating above the surface of the South China Sea.

At this moment, 35 disciples, including young master Xiaotao, began to line up.

With the woman in the yellow shirt sitting on the wheelchair and closing her eyes as the eye, all the disciples drew their swords out of their sheaths in a tacit understanding.

The vitality of the South China Sea was in disorder, and the formation of the heavens could not be formed.

If you want to fight against the enemy, you must communicate with each other.

There is mind reading.

Young Master Xiaotao said in a low voice: "Sword!"

Thirty-five long swords rose from their sheaths, Wu Jinhan opened his eyes and looked at his senior brother.

35 handles, one handle is missing.

On his left hand side, there is also a sword.

Ye Shisan sensed the latter's gaze, and he said three words softly.

"unnecessary."

Zhongwei Peak, inside Wei Qi's cave.Inspired by the Qi of 35 swords, there was a long sword cry, as if a long sword was rubbing against the scabbard, getting faster and faster, and finally came out of the sheath.

At the end of Weifeng Peak, a long black rainbow pierced through. Ye Shisan stood in the middle of the formation, and his two sleeves suddenly swelled, sweeping away all the rainwater in a radius of ten feet.

The woman in the wheelchair suddenly opened her eyes.

Wu Jinhan, Shi Nan'an, and the 35 disciples of Nanhai seem to have a tacit understanding at this moment.

In the black rainbow, there seemed to be a young man in black robe stepping on the face of the sword, Yujian warded off the heavy rain, and couldn't stop laughing.

Nanhai has never lacked that sword.

It's not that the master has taken in a missing apprentice. It's just that during the battle at the Liuxian Monument, the genius disciple that the master loved the most never heard from him again.

A sword burst out from the coffin, like a divine aid.

There was a bang, 36 sword qi, under the closing of the mind reading, converged and converged, and after they were closed, they rotated, Ye Shisan's robe swelled, he shouted, and drew the bow out of thin air, the veins in his left hand swelled, and he clenched the big bow of nothingness , squeezed a jet-black sword energy with his right hand.

The big bow was drawn to a full circle, but it was still a little short, Ye Shisan shouted violently: "It's not enough!"

Wu Jinhan's chest was gloomy, and he squeezed out all the vitality, even the demon body was forced out, the peacock opened its tail, the streamer scattered, and finally the Weifeng Peak was full of brilliance.

Countless vitality circulated in the sword energy.

Young master Xiaotao clenched her sleeves tightly with both hands, her face was as pale as paper, and blood was constantly overflowing from her mouth and nose. Her mind reading broke through the fifth realm, and she once again entered the taboo realm. screw together.

Starting from the jet-black sword energy that Ye Shisan clenched with his right hand, the arrow feathers gradually solidified, followed by the spirally stretched arrow body, and in the end, only the tip of the god-killing arrow was missing.

A hand was placed on Ye Shisan's shoulder to help him stabilize his figure. Wei Qi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and clenched Ye Shisan's arrow-holding hand with his right hand, moving slowly, aiming at the arrow on the sea. Two figures who seemed not to dodge.

All the vitality of the great master realm was poured into this arrow.

36 disciples in Nanhai.

still exist.

Gone.

36 sword qi are united.

twisted into that dreadful long arrow——

Wei Qi opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as the sun, and he was close to Ye Shisan, the two of them were like two lions, one old and one young, shouting and pulling strings.

"Fuck!"

An arrow shot!
First, there was a smear of darkness in the sky and the earth.

Then everyone's eyes suddenly darkened.

Suddenly white light exploded.

Ye Shisan opened his eyes, fixedly staring at the two figures floating in the sky above the South China Sea, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes unknowingly.

Wu Jinhan put his hands in front of him. The 35 disciples, except for those with the highest cultivation bases, were all drained of vitality. They were knocked down by the aftermath of the shock and sat up in a daze. Can't see clearly.

Wei Qi's hands trembled and his eyes narrowed.

He also couldn't see anything clearly. After a short delay, there was a sharp piercing sound above the sea surface, and then the sea water in the sky exploded, and even the boring rocks on the bottom of the sea were blasted through.

Do all the strength of the South China Sea——

The power of this arrow is enough to kill the grand master!
When the brief delay in vision passes.

Vision gradually recovered.

The heavy rain on Zhongwei Peak, accompanied by vitality, was drained by this arrow.

Clear skies.

"Knot, is it over?" Shi Nan'an, who fell to the ground, his face was pale, his hands were convulsed and trembling, he moved his body, looked at the countless sea water on the sea surface, like a eddy current, and the suffocation feeling that was originally overcast by the cloud was gone after an arrow. live.

There is a feeling of being left behind.

"Haha, it's over."

He turned around and saw the ashen faces of his master and senior brother, the smile on his face froze suddenly.

On the chest, there was a bulge, and then blood exploded.

A black line swept out from Shi Nan'an's chest, and then rushed to the sky.

With a pale face, he turned his head and saw countless black lines densely bursting out in the eddy current on the sea surface.

Was it the arrow he shot?
That arrow was blocked?Still being taken apart?
Life is as fragile as a flower, under the arrow that is enough to kill a grand master, every ray of sword energy splashed out is enough to kill a cultivator of the ninth rank.

It was densely packed, and the black tide was coming, and there were almost a hundred wisps of sword energy, except for the one that plundered Shi Nan'an earlier, the rest were all hovering above the sea.

The white coir boy clutching his chest didn't even shatter a corner of his clothes. He withdrew a finger and said with a smile, "This arrow is stronger than a blind man. It's really scary. will die here."

Six Heavens.

Young master Xiaotao, Wu Jinhan, Ye Shisan, including Wei Qi, all looked pale.

"Kill one person, so you really won't be able to get together." The young Bai Mino said softly, "Why, what other tricks are there? If you don't use them, I'm afraid it will be too late."

One after another, jet-black sword energy hangs.

The white minion boy did not cast his eyes on Zhong Weifeng, but at the black robed woman who slowly removed her arms in front of him.

He smiled and asked: "It seems that you didn't plan to help me block that arrow just now, but unfortunately, I didn't die. Do you feel sorry?"

Sword Qi hangs all over the sky, trembling.

Not only Zhongwei Peak, Yaosu Mountain, Hidden Sword Mountain, Hinayana Mountain, but also the eighteen peaks in the South China Sea all began to tremble under the influence of countless sword qi.

At the bottom of Hidden Sword Mountain and the cave at the bottom of the lake, the sky was turned upside down. The old Confucian scholars before the Spring and Autumn Period came out of the mansion one after another, looked up solemnly, and saw the dark tide of sword energy hanging densely outside the fairy island.

These old people were all strange people who were proficient in hexagrams and calculations. Some were teachers of a country, and some assisted the princes of a party.

An old man sitting in a yellow rosewood wheelchair looked at the sword energy hovering in the distance, and he spoke softly to the man in the armchair behind him.

"The two of us calculated the South China Sea four years ago, and the secrets of the sky were chaotic. Even if we could live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes for 20 years at the foot of the hidden sword mountain, there was a catastrophe that would strike us, and no one could escape. No one could hide. It seems that today, Yes."

He is the Imperial Academy of the Western Shu imperial family, looking around now, there are colleagues from back then, as well as opponents who hold the chess pieces on the other side of the chess game. Now it seems that everyone has withdrawn from the worldly struggle and is ready to enjoy the rest of their lives.

Family hatred and country hatred are left behind.

"So it seems that Qi Liang is already unified." Standing by the wheelchair, the old man in red robes rests his hands on the back of the chair. His gray hair is meticulously combed and neatly brushed through with yellow wooden hairpins. He is the sacrificial priest of Xishu. Master Jiu, and Guozijian are at the bottom of the hidden sword mountain in the South China Sea. The two sit face to face on a daily basis. They have no other interests. They use the chess game to predict good and bad luck, and do their best in life to see how far they can go on this road in this life. which step.

Lord Jijiu raised his brows, and said with an unhappy expression: "Xiao Wang, this man...is still better than Cao Zhixuan after all."

Guozijian murmured: "After the unification of the world, the Taiping years were not peaceful. The hexagrams once said whether it will be extremely peaceful. This catastrophe will be the greatest unrest in the world."

"What are you afraid of?" Lord Jijiu smiled, lowered his head and asked, "Are you still afraid of death?"

The Imperial College laughed too.

The one hundred and eight Confucian scholars who left the mansion all laughed.

"I have lived in the South China Sea for 20 years, and I was born to die." Guozijian supported the wheelchair with both hands, and stood up slowly. His legs and feet were numb, but he still stood up. After standing up, he was as tall as a mountain. In the center of my own eyebrows.

He smiled and said, "It's time to repay Nanhai."

That finger pressed on the soul hole.

Soaring soul power, one hundred and eight.

Just when these old people were about to leave their bodies with their soul power and block the sword energy with their own lives, a white shadow came from the distant sky.

The man shouted loudly.

"Removal of armor!"

(End of this chapter)