Fu Canglu

Chapter 94

"war!"

The sword master's formation burst out the most exciting scream in the world.

Nine black suns rose behind the demon monk Xu Xianfo, and he raised his hand. The black Buddhist beads turned into a mountain and slammed into the barrier of eight or nine immortal seals!

"This barrier of eight or nine immortal seals has bound me for nearly 100 years." The demon monk who was the only one in the world 800 years ago said coldly, "Having been eroded by the evil spirit of ghosts for 100 years, this immortal seal can't last long. Why don't I wait and take action together, and start a killing ring today."

There was a green lotus on Zhang Xuansheng's head, and a phantom image of a hundred-foot-tall Taoist temple appeared behind him. Under the dust whisk, a blood-red fairy sword was transformed into two halves of the silver thread cut from the seal of eight or nine immortals.

"There is indeed great luck in this life in the world, and they cannot be allowed to grow up." Henry Zhang said with a smile on his face, "It is best to cut the weeds and root them out today."

Several terrifying figures shot together, and countless great supernatural powers bombarded from the depths of the gate of hell.

The seal of the Eight or Nine Immortals seemed to be unable to withstand the enormous pressure, and a crack appeared.

"The Ksitigarbha Tower has collapsed. Presumably the spirit of Ksitigarbha finally couldn't bear it and was reincarnated. I can rest assured to start killing without worrying about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's attack." Zhang Xuansheng shook his body slightly, and three purple qi behind him passed through eight or nine The immortal seal crack appeared before the formation.

"Taoist celestial art, transforming the three cleans in one breath." The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng stopped the three figures silently.

"You are?" Henry Zhang's three avatars fluttered like gods, except for the blood-red whisk, there was no trace of magic, smiling and looking at the passerby.

"I come from Fengxue Yincheng in the world." The lord of Fengxue Yincheng's pale and long hair swayed behind his back, with a smile on his face, and his hands behind his back.

"Snowstorm Silver City?"

When he was born, Zhang Xuansheng, who was known as the sword bone in the world, thought about it and said with a smile: "I haven't heard of it."

"I heard that you are known as the sword embryo Taoist who comes out once in 100 years of Taoism." The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng turned one into two, and the second into four.

Sixteen figures in silver coats surrounded this ancient Taoist sword embryo.

"My first-generation city lord of Fengxue Yincheng left a sword, which can kill the immortals in the sky." He raised his hand with a slight smile, and a sword energy slowly condensed between the five fingers of Fengxue.

The sky and the earth roared.

It was snowing heavily.

"Today, the sword energy in my hand is less than one-tenth of that of my ancestors back then. I can't kill the immortals in the sky. I wonder if I can kill the three incarnations of you?"

The Lord of Fengxue Silver City smiled slightly.

The sword energy was slowly brewing in his hand.

Henry Zhang didn't hide or retreat, quietly waiting for the sword energy to brew.

In the end, he frowned slightly and said, "What's the name of this sword?"

The lord of Fengxue Yincheng smiled and said, "Broken Changsheng."

There is a sword in Fengxue Yincheng, which dares to make immortals cut off their longevity.

Long live.

hold fingers.

The wind and snow poured down.

800 years ago, the Sword Embryo Taoist stood silently in the wind and snow, neither dodging nor dodging, his eyebrows and beards were all white, his Taoist robe moved automatically without wind, his blood-red whisk was stained with white snow, his whole body was dead.

The three Henry Zhang slowly closed their eyes.

Heavy snow rolled down.

extremely cold.Dead silence.

After a stick of incense.

The snow stopped for a while.

The two avatars, one on the left and one on the right, never opened their eyes again.

The avatar in the middle trembled slightly.

The Taoist robe was torn open by the force of the wind and snow, and under the trembling at this moment, countless bloody mouths were torn open, and it was frozen by the wind and snow in an instant, and icy slag condensed.

Henry Zhang slowly opened his eyes.

He nodded with some difficulty, and said: "Fengxue Yincheng, broken longevity. I remember."

"It is indeed amazing to be able to kill my two clones in the realm of a master." Henry Zhang slowly exhaled a breath, and said: "It's a pity that your skills are not enough. If you can step into the realm of a great master, there is still a chance today. vitality."

Then the blood-red dust whisk rose.

There is a sword intent in the dust whisk.

The wind and snow turned from white to red, overwhelmingly rushing towards the incarnation of the lord of the sixteen silver cities.

The world is full of chills.

The heavy snow was extremely red and bloody.

The voice of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng was not loud.

Trembling slightly, it was transmitted to the ears of Zhang Xuansheng, the sword embryo, extremely steadily in the red snow all over the sky.

It's mocking.

"The Taoist sword embryo from 800 years ago is nothing more than that."

"My disciple Li Changge, 14 years later, will teach you what is the way of swordsmanship."

The figure of the Lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City was a little shaky, standing in the wind and snow with great difficulty, his feet were red.

But he refused to take a step back.

Henry Zhang was silent for a moment, and the blood red whisk rose again.

The heavy snow in the world was violent again, and every snowflake was like a sharp sword intent.

The figure in the silver coat was all hard-pressed.

Back three steps in a row, each step was stained with blood.

"You have never touched the realm of a great master." Zhang Xuansheng was expressionless, and said indifferently: "After the ninth rank of martial arts, one step at a time. The difference is a thousand miles away. Today you fight with your life, but you will die Can't stop me."

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng coughed twice, let go of his hands, looked down at his blood-red fingers, and said with a smile: "One more breath of resistance today, the world will be more peaceful."

Then he raised his face, looked at Zhang Xuansheng, who was known as the little sword fairy of Taoism 800 years ago, and asked, "Do you know how terrifying this life in the world is?"

Henry Zhang was silent.

He raised the blood-red whisk again.

It was snowing heavily.

Red on top of red.

The knife in Guan Shan Dao Ghost's hand was already stained with blood.

He stood expressionless, bathed in devil blood.

The man with nine black suns rising behind him was smiling, holding an arm in his hand.

Guan Shan Dao Gui's right arm was empty.

He held the knife in his left hand, still steady.

Blind eyes, broken arms, straight sword path.

Xu Xianfo sighed: "You take a machete from the world, trying to challenge a great master, is it just a dream?"

Guan Shandao Ghost smiled, and said: "Chopping a hatchet, it's enough to chop you."

"My incarnation of Buddhism and Taoism is not as good as the great master." Xu Xianfo let go of his hand, and the broken arm fell heavily to the ground, and asked with a smile: "But you know, I, Xu Xianfo, was the sage who was the only one in the world 800 years ago. Buddha, 800 years ago was listed as one of the top ten masters in the world. Even if you were born 800 years earlier, it would only take me a moment to kill you. After becoming a great master, killing you is even easier."

Guan Shan Daogui asked with a smile: "Great Master? Great Grand Master?"

Xu Xianfo let out a cadence, and the sun floated up behind him, pointing out with a single finger.

The lion roared, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The power of a finger pierces the void, cuts through mountains and rivers, and cuts off the road to heaven.

Guan Shan Dao Gui raised the saber in his left hand.

His way of the sword is rather broken than surrendered.

Naturally, he had to take this finger hard.

The tip of the knife did not move, and his left hand trembled slightly.

At this moment, the meridians in the left arm are completely abolished.

"How about Grandmaster?" Xu Xianfo asked with a smile.

Guan Shan Daogui sighed.

There was no joy or sorrow in his heart, and the only thing he couldn't let go of was that idiot apprentice.

Cultivate the mind before repairing the sword, and the mind is like a knife, cutting through the world's arrogance, and finally becoming an invincible sword.My idiot apprentice, Song Zhiqing, had no intention of repairing the sword in the first 20 years of his life, but sharpened his mind and kept the blade for 20 years. After 20 years, the sword will come out of its sheath, and in another 30 years, it will cut all enemies in the world.

"Old blind man, repairing a knife is useless!"

"Old blind man, I want to practice Taoism, don't stop me, or you really won't have dinner."

"Old blind man, I'm going to sneak out to Guanshan this time. Don't worry about me, and don't tell me about sword practice. It's so boring to fight and kill."

"Old, old blind man, why don't I leave? In fact, it's not that difficult to practice a knife, just grit your teeth and pass."

Chopping, slashing, cutting and stabbing, basic knife moves, this silly boy can practice for three hours a day.

If you are really not interested, can you practice for three hours a day?
Even a real idiot who can calm down and practice chopping, slashing, slashing, cutting and stabbing for 20 years can also become a blockbuster in martial arts, let alone the sword idiot in his eyes?
Sword idiots, Tao idiots, the difference in one thought is hard to find.

A disciple of the Dao of the Sword who can teach a sword to silence the whole world seems to be worthy of his life's fame.

There are successors.

Guan Shan Daogui grinned.

The left hand, whose meridians were completely severed, clenched the machete tightly again.

"This life is worth it."

lay down.

Can't let go.

let go.

He frowned, and his cloudy old eyes suddenly opened.

Like King Kong glaring.

"The great master is a fart!"

"Do you dare to take this knife from me?"

Fool, look at the master's knife, let the world be broken, and the saint will not smile!
A hatchet cut through the sky and the earth.

The light of the knife is like a rainbow.

Xu Xianfo's pupils shrank, and he lost all smiles.

Blood splashed the world.

bloody.

The world is stained with blood.

The sword master couldn't bear to raise his head.

There are more than a dozen of the terrifying existences hidden in the gate of hell, who can't help but take action.

It's almost impossible to have a one-on-one situation.

There were even great masters from hundreds of years ago who disregarded their identities, resisted the eight or nine immortal seals, and sent out their own clones to kill the masters who helped them out.

This formation moves slowly.

A pool of clear light flowed up, sealing the ghostly ghost energy from the inside to the outside, without leaving a single flaw.

The 400-year Yangshou kowtowed on the formation and turned into the power of the formation to suppress the gates of ghosts.

The sword master finally raised his head.

Broken sword.Broken knife.

The blood has not dissipated yet.

Fighting is still fierce.

But there are a few familiar breaths that have disappeared between heaven and earth.

No one backs down.

Every master, no matter from Dongguan, Xixia, Northern Wei, Qiliang, Nanhai.

Never exposed a corner of the big formation behind the flaws.

death battle.

die.

Is it heroic?
The sword master stood up slowly, his robe reaching the ground.

The majestic snow fell from between the sky and the earth.

There are arrows whistling in my ears.

The thick bloody smell is pungent.

Is it heroic?
A wave of fluctuations slowly descended from the zenith.

The twelve swords slowly descended from Tianxin.

Whale-backed owl, Leilin, young eagle, blue bird, dragon and phoenix, sleeves, fur, green peach, pinellia, nameless fairy clothes, looking south.

The fourteen swords are half beasts and half plants.

Now there is a lack of a lotus and a fairy clothes.

Fu Qu was gifted by the sword master to the Great Alchemy Su, and passed it on to Yi Xiao, the little prince of Qi Liang. Where is the fairy clothes?

The sword master slowly raised his head.

He looked at the black-robed governor who was fighting blood-soaked not far away.

Then take a deep breath and step forward.

The black robe in Fengting City has never seen people with his true colors, and no one knows why.

That black robe fought all directions, fearless of death, revealing that extremely ferocious face.

It is indistinguishable from Lord Sword Master.

Of the fourteen swords in Fengting, where is the sword master's?

"Here." Lord Sword Master smiled slightly.

The black-robed governor looked up to the sky and screamed.

The sword master stepped forward with one step, and kneaded his body into the black robe.

100 years ago, the human and the sword were separated and practiced separately, and 100 years later, the human and the sword became one.

The name of the sword is Immortal Clothes, if you enter the sword, you will be wearing the Immortal's Feather Clothes, and you will become immortal after attaining the Tao.

Point to twelve.

The twelve Fengting famous swords fluttered like bee wings, and dissipated in the air.

Then twelve streaks of blood erupted.

Twelve terrifying existences beyond the ninth rank were crucified on the eighth or ninth immortal seal.

"You should be thankful that the Ksitigarbha King Pagoda not only crushed you until you were born a hundred years ago, but also cut you off from detection beyond the ninth rank." The sword master was expressionless, "otherwise the gate of hell will be closed a hundred years ago. It should be emptied."

Twelve fairy swords surrounded the front and back of the black-robed sword master. The swords were glowing with fairy splendor, like colored glaze, clanging.

Once again, a taboo figure walked out of the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals, bathed in crimson flames, staring at the black-robed sword master.

The taboo figure bathed in prosperity narrowed his eyes, staring at the twelve fairy swords and dared not make a move. After a long time, he was in doubt and asked, "Great master?"

"It's a pity that your lifespan is over, and you will fall soon." The taboo figure bathed in prosperity seemed to have made up his mind, stepped back into the darkness in the seal of eight or nine immortals, and said with a sarcasm: "I won't fight you, you What can I do?"

The black-robed sword master smiled.

He took a step forward and stopped in front of all the masters.

Twelve Immortal Swords pierced through the heavens and the earth, killing all enemies.

Within a ten thousand zhang radius, there is no chance of survival.

In an instant, the world is clean.

"The big formation has been formed. You don't need to fight to the death." The black-robed sword master smiled lightly, and said: "It's best to leave some firewood for the world."

The Nanhai Chess Master was bathed in bright red blood, looking at the black-robed sword master standing in the front.

retreat.

What the black-robed sword master said was right, the formation has been formed, and there are too many horrors at the ghost gate, which cannot be solved by staying and fighting to the death.

Only retreat.

The black-robed sword master sacrificed his life in exchange for the Great Master Realm, which can cut off his queen, if he does not retreat at this time, I am afraid that all of them will be buried here.

The black robe fluttered in the wind, the sword master murmured.

"The old sword ghost said that the disciple will be invincible in the way of the sword after 30 years."

"The old goblin in the chess palace said that it takes only 20 years for a goblin to emerge."

"Old man Su, you said that Yi Xiao, who has two great celestial beings, can dominate the world one day."

"The world should be prosperous."

"But it's a pity that they don't have 30 years or 20 years." The black-robed sword master retreated after sensing the aura from behind.

In the end, only the black-robed sword master remained at the gate of hell.

"Only 14 years."

The black-robed sword master smiled softly and read a poem.

"I don't like peach blossoms to make spring wine, but I hate seeing things and thinking about old people."

"The last thing in the world to have fun is to get out of the sheath and miss the old man."

He integrated the twelve fairy swords into his body one by one, and his momentum rose step by step.

"Master, you said that the disciple is dull, and it is difficult to see the realm above the great master in this life." The black-robed sword master grinned and said: "You finally said one thing wrong."

The momentum climbed to the apex, reaching an unspeakable realm.

Wonderful.

He slowly extended a hand.

Eighty-nine immortal seals roared open.

Make a way for him.

The eyes of the black-robed sword master became cold and merciless.

Walk into the seal of eight or nine immortals alone.

The sword energy of the black-robed sword master who has practiced for a hundred years burst out suddenly.

The darkness spread like a tide, revealing the pale faces of one terrifying being after another.

"Today is called the Gate of Ghosts, to experience the horrors of the world."

Blood stained the sky.

(End of this chapter)