Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 1374

2021-11-25

Chapter 1374 is Faster

Since being promoted to Sword Immortal, Yuan Ming has gradually discovered the power of Xingtian Staff.

This psychic magic weapon, the most powerful function is to run, but it is not just running.

The three Sword Immortals chased after Yujian, but they couldn't catch up with Yuan Ming.

"It can't go on like this!"

The three Sword Immortals looked at each other and couldn't catch up with Yuan Ming. Naturally, they couldn't launch an effective attack, and their precious power was wasted in chasing games.

There must be a way to turn the situation around.

"Have it!"

Qingcheng Sword Immortal divine light flashed, recalled the immortal sword, and transformed into a fish hook in his hand.

It's not so much a hook, it's actually an anchor in terms of volume.

"Go, hook in the air!"

The fish hook gently threw away, and the tail section stretches almost transparent silk threads. From a closer look, these threads are Qingcheng Sword Immortal The magic power is transformed into.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the hook seemed to hit something hard, and then hooked firmly on it.

Qingcheng Sword Immortal held the transparent silk thread in his hand and pulled it carefully a few times to make sure that it was hooked firmly.

Then, he continued to join in the pursuit, the difference being that he replaced the fairy sword in his hand with a transparent silk thread.

From now on, there has been a slight change in the game of chasing me.

Qingcheng Sword Immortal kept calm, and pulled out the silk thread in his hand. Seeing that it was getting longer and longer, he continued.

Yuan Ming's side, relying on the powerful staff of Xingtian, kept taking the three Sword Immortals around in circles, sneering in his heart, the three Sword Immortals are simply unreal.

If you keep chasing him like this, even if you catch up to next year, you won't be able to touch the corners of his clothes.

Thinking of this, his heart is hot, and if the three of them join forces, he can't do anything, doesn't it prove that even if his skills are not comparable to Fang Dou, they are not far behind.

Yuan Ming was thinking in his heart when he suddenly realized that the speed had slowed down a bit, which was very abnormal.

In order to be efficient, he always maintains a stable output of mana, and never actively slows down the speed, that is to say, it is not internal but external reasons that cause the speed to slow down.

"Excellent!"

The cheering voice of Qingcheng Sword Immortal reached Yuan Ming's ears, and he groaned in his heart.

Looking at all around again, in the empty air, I don't know when countless densely packed threads appeared.

These silk threads are almost transparent, and only when facing a certain angle can the almost invisible lines be seen by the reflection of sunlight.

The air is full of silk threads, very chaotic, and has covered all directions.

Originally, Yuan Ming was able to travel around freely with his staff in hand, but now, he has been entangled by countless threads, and his speed has begun to visibly drop.

Look at the White Emperor Sword Immortal again, but they are not affected by the silk thread. This is as it should be by rights, and the silk thread is under their control.

It is only a matter of time before Yuan Ming is caught up by the three Sword Immortals.

"That's it!"

Yuan Ming sighed slightly, suddenly stopped, and raised the staff of Xingtian.

"Look at how good I am at the Mountain Sword art!"

"I can't make out the endless knots!"

"It's a mess! Silk, it's just cutting with a sharp blade!"

Yuan Ming's wrist trembled slightly, and he started to cast his sword with the staff of Xingtian, as if it was a tailor's Sword Art.

Fang Dou passed on to Disciple's tailor Sword Art, which is divided into two parts, cutting and sewing.

One place to cut words can cut clouds by leaning on the sky, and everything will be cut off in response.

Yuan Ming's cultivation "Cutting Words" also has several points of fire. Seeing that the other party is trapping the Quartet with silk threads, a handy "Cutting Word" emerges.

“oh la la!”

The staff of walking sky fell in the air, driving the sword light like a waterfall, pouring out nowhere, and drawing out the river of light in hundred zhang on the spot.

Guanghe's version of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, wipes out the passages, those criss-crossed silk threads, disappeared on the spot.

Qingcheng Sword Immortal was a little surprised, Yuan Ming's sword technique skills are not low, even in him, there is a bit of Fang Dou's shadow.

The other two Sword Immortals sighed, the third Sword Immortal.

If Yuan Ming is still in Gouqu Mountain, he is already the third Sword Immortal trained by Fang Dou, which is a miracle.

In terms of training Disciple, the three Sword Immortals in Shu lost so utterly that they lost their face.

"The more this is the case, the more I can't keep him!"

Bai Di Sword Immortal said, Yuan Ming's performance is amazing today, and the more likely he will become a rival in the future.

The three Heavenly Emperor candidates in the world, Emperor Xin and Young Emperor, have yet to show great power.

However, Yuan Ming in front of him has Sword Immortal realm and psychic magic. Even his sword technique is so sharp that he has no weaknesses.

With time, let him grow up, he will surely become a formidable enemy of the young emperor.

So, the three Sword Immortals thought of this, and they already had the intention to kill.

"Yuan Ming, you only have such insignificant ability, what about my Sword Art?"

Qingcheng Sword Immortal is the closest, although most of the threads in the air were destroyed, it still remains. Much remains.

"Myriad structures go into the body!"

He held the empty grip in the air, and the mana threads that had been scattered in pieces were instantly broken, and then bent section by section, automatically giving birth to sharp edges. of sharp hooks and blades.

whiz whiz whiz!

Countless fish hooks flew towards Yuan Mingzhou, densely packed, countless.

Yuan Ming raised the staff of Xingtian, and it turned into a gust of wind and disappeared on the spot, but found it useless.

These fish hooks seem to hook him on his whereabouts. No matter where Yuan Ming goes, the fish hooks follow him like a shadow, and they are sure of Yuan Ming's trail.

And, as time passed, the distance between the hook and him began to gradually shorten.

"Ah!"

Yuan Ming exclaimed, there were five or six fish hooks on his back, pierced through flesh and blood, and hooked his spine. Under the severe pain, it was really difficult. Bear.

"Good!"

Ling Xiao Sword Immortal and Bai Di Sword Immortal saw that Qingcheng Sword Immortal made a good move.

Although Yuan Ming's speed is fast, he can't crack it. At least Qingcheng Sword Immortal's fish hook bites him to death. The faster the opponent's speed, the faster his death.

More and more hooks, like the bloodthirsty ominous beast, scrambled to drill into Yuan Ming's body.

Yuan Ming was full of blood loss and was a little dizzy, but in an emergency, it was a blessing to his soul.

"That's right, tailors and tailors, after tailoring the script, there is also a sewing formula!"

Yuan Ming shook his wrist, the sword light was wrapped, and the walking staff turned into thin pieces. The long embroidery needle was pinched by his hand and stabbed in the air.

This thorn, in the middle of the tail section of the hook, actually pierced it.

This time, I know it.

Yuan Ming's palm movements turned into an afterimage, and every time he stabbed it, he had to wear a hook.

Gradually, the hooks densely packed in the air became sparse.

On Yuan Ming's side, the number of hooks caught was increasing, and his movements began to slow down. He could even greet him twice when he had time to sew up the wound and stop the bleeding.

After a while, the hooks disappeared without a trace.

As for Yuan Ming, the hooks hanging from his body were all pulled out, as if they all fell into his hands.

"It's this little bauble!"

Yuan Ming had a little mana, and the walking staff vibrated, shattering the fishhook.

Qingcheng Sword Immortal's offensive has failed.

(end of this chapter)