Chapter 378: Bie He Jian (Part 2)

But on the other side, Wudong had already drawn the long sword on the stage.

He looked up at Qu Zhu in the air, who was also looking down. A stream of blood was splashing around the black robe. The shadow-faced Sima looked indifferent and gently released the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The opening of [Lotus Heart Sword] is actually very simple, or in other words, when Qu Zhu carved it that night, this formation has been in an activated state. And when the two people without weapons injected their true energy into the weapons on both sides, the formation was completed and took effect.

This should be an absolutely pure fighting stage, but the two Xuanmen each have the means to bring in swords, and Qu Zhu did not want to use this formation to deal with Wudong.

But now, he has always known that this He Jian is a difficult opponent, but he still didn't expect him to have such absolute courage to activate this formation.

He obviously didn't know much about the formation, and he also knew that the enemy's formation was divine.

But everything happened after all. Qu Zhu thought of many things that would happen later in an instant, and his eyes were dark and quiet.

Like a circle that was instantly connected, the law forged by the mysterious spirit of heaven and earth completely descended on this space. The long sword in Qu Zhu's hand was sent back to the scabbard with a "clang", and the jade tiger left on the ground also swept back to the old man's waist.

All the weapons that did not belong to this place were cast into the scabbard, and the mysterious energy was completely blocked. Qu Zhu fell to the ground, leaning against the cliff, and his black robe slowly fell.

Meng Li slowly showed his figure, pointed to the sword wound that sealed his chest and abdomen with a pale face, and looked at the person in front of him coldly.

No explanation is needed. Now everyone can see the reversal of the situation-the amazing sword cultivator, the magical power in his body almost makes him invincible in the realm of the pulse tree; the immortal platform crane inspector who has fought in the strange cases and dangerous events for forty years, when he fell behind a distinct realm, he repeatedly challenged the authority of [Ye Que] with close combat.

Now everyone is on the same level, and the two weapons allowed are all in their hands.

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from his palm, Meng Li grasped the hilt again, and disappeared into nothingness again.

When he appeared again, he stuck out the blade from the cliff behind Qu Zhu!

The strange man with the magic skill Jue Men always attacked the enemy when he was most vulnerable and caught off guard, but this time Meng Li took the lead, and his cold and angry expression was exactly the same as that rainy night in Bowang.

Qu Zhu leaned and then turned, and a stream of blood was left in the air. Without the support of the mysterious energy, his perception and reaction were indeed much slower, and the "Dao Xu Ming Shi Zong Jing" finally showed its mysterious and unpredictable true nature.

But the bright face was always indifferent. He only glanced at Meng Li who stuck out from the air. The young man had sunk into nothingness again. He did not chase this moment of delay, but turned around again, and the sheathed sword screamed from his waist.

"Guangcheng Danjian" · [Flowing Clouds in the Sleeves]

A sword technique full of Taoist meaning, which is exquisite enough to be listed in the top five of Kongtong. At this time, when the sword turned in front of him, it happened to catch Wudong's tricky sword.

Unfortunately, this is not a "sword".

The sharp blade and the sheath intertwined, both heading for each other's throats. The two looked at each other coldly at the same time, showing indifference that they would never retreat, and gave up at the same time at a subtle enough node, but Qu Zhu's arm suddenly tensed after turning the sword.

The light and ethereal folding of [Flowing Clouds in the Sleeves] lost its due magic, and the iron stick in his hand went as it should. Qu Zhu twisted it hard with his true energy, but the sword move was cut off here, and a gap was inevitably exposed.

Wudong passed the sword in at the fastest speed, and Qu Zhu also leaned forward to block it at the fastest speed. The black robe was cut off a corner in the flying, and there was a clang of metal and iron clashing, and behind him, Meng Li had already condensed a "real" knife.

Wudong's attack suddenly became fierce. Qu Zhu only stared back at him, and the violent true energy immediately poured out along the scabbard. The bright face stared at Wudong, and once again resolutely fought to kill.

But this time, when the delicate node came, neither of them stopped the sword.

With gray eyes staring at the face, the two straight weapons crossed each other, and Wudong's sword penetrated deeply into Qu Zhu's abdomen. The end of Qu Zhu's scabbard broke Wudong's ribs.

And the next moment, Wudong's other hand pressed the end of the scabbard that was almost in the flesh.

The gray eyes raised coldly, and cast a look at Meng Li from the shoulders of the black robe.

Meng Li had already pressed the handle of the knife in the void.

The old man did say "I'll give you a chance to kill him", but Meng Li didn't expect it to be in such a tragic way. The long knife in his hand was full of power. He gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes, his long hair flying, and the bursting true energy spread around him with surging waves.

However, at this moment, Qu Zhu suddenly threw away the sheathed sword in his hand without any care.

It was as if it was a piece of trash that could finally be thrown away. At the moment of letting go, the violent true qi flow was cut off, and he unilaterally stopped controlling Wudong. Wudong would never give up this opportunity. The long sword that lost its restraint instantly caused a serious injury in Qu Zhu's abdomen, but Qu Zhu turned his head as if he didn't care.

The colorful and complex drama stared indifferently at the empty air behind him. When Meng Li raised his sword to break through the air, the hand in the black robe had already reached out to him.

Meng Li reacted half a breath later, and his heart fell into an ice cellar in an instant.

The young genius who practiced the three chapters of swords and knives, under the "Dao Xu Jing", his moves were always unpredictable like gods and ghosts. It's a pity that those swords - especially the knives - were the same genius who had already walked the path thirty years ago.

Qu Zhu knew clearly how he would judge the knife, and also knew which weakness he had left for him.

However, no matter what, the arm that was thrown away was just an empty arm. In the realm of the Pulse Tree, facing an opponent who was also an Eight-Life, it was a lie to catch the blade with bare hands.

But. That was the left arm.

With the loudest sound of metal and iron clashing, the black robe was shattered like embers under the swirling sword energy, and then the skin was cut and shattered. Then there was the black surging iron. At first glance, it looked like a worm nest, with fine silver lines outlined on it, trembling brightly in front of the knife.

Qu Zhu obviously did not support the knife, and his left arm suddenly fell with the knife, and his body was tilted, but his strange and cold face still looked at Meng Li silently.

Wudong behind him had already rushed up with the sword at the fastest speed, and Meng Li also put away the knife and fled into the air at the first time, but it was still too late.

This iron-condensed arm held his blade with his backhand.

Qu Zhu's body was as swift as a rising dragon. He drew his sword and raised his body. His torn black robe fluttered like an owl. He leaned back and, with a sound of bone cracking, he slammed his leg into the young man's abdomen.

The long sword slipped out of his hand.

Wudong's extremely fierce killing sword arrived at this time. Qu Zhu leaped and tilted, and the cold sword tip was just about to hit his throat.

The knife was like a flying shadow.

The two bright blades reflected each other and crossed each other. Qu Zhu held the sword horizontally at his throat. The tip of Wudong's sword passed through the mirror-like blade, leaving only a sharp echo and a straight faint mark.

Meng Li forcibly interrupted his flight, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he threw himself forward to strangle the knife light, but the face was still staring at Wudong, but the knife shook like a ghost and sank into his shoulder socket.

The next moment, the wound was not stung by a sharp pain, but a heavy tear. The knife had become a forceless slash. The sound of gas explosion exploded in the air. In the midst of the huge shock of his body, his back had hit the stone wall heavily. Blood gushed out of his mouth. He wanted to control his falling body a little, but his meridians and true energy were completely out of control.

Qu Zhu used this slash to break away from Wudong's sword. He coughed twice when he landed. A trace of bright blood flowed from his face to his neck.

Even though the mysterious energy was gone, the spiritual body and jade marrow remained the same.

Wudong's expression did not change at all.

His gray eyes were still cold. He only took a deep breath and went up with his sword again.

The battlefield with only two people left erupted in blood.

There was no more temptation involved. They regarded each other as enemies. They never expected the other to fall into a trap, let alone imagine that he would faint at a certain moment. The two of them were equally clear about all the details and situations in the fight. Two pale long hairs flew in the blood beads, and the bright sword shadows were chaotically broken.

So there were no ups and downs. In the clean and neat exchange of moves, the advantages and disadvantages were inevitably revealed.

Wudong's body was not strong enough. He had suffered more serious injuries before, and in the confrontation of swordsmanship itself, the advantages created by "Swallowing the Sea" could not make up for it.

So at a certain moment, the sword fight instantly entered a brutal close combat.

It is difficult to imagine that the two Xuanmen masters fought such a duel, but they did fight elbows with elbows, legs with legs, and blades with blades. Fists, swords, and knees collided with all their strength again and again, and every white blade swung in the gap was thrilling enough.

"You lost." The old man under the drama suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, and blood escaped from his throat.

Wudong didn't have a mask, but his face was always cold and ruthless. He was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes, and a dangerous sword light suddenly rose from his waist, like a mirror flashing.

Such a sword was enough to kill Shaolong's 90% of the eight lives, but here it was just another fresh and ordinary thing. Qu Zhu's knife was like a flowing shadow, and it had already lightly touched the sword blade.

Once again, the two blades crossed, and neither of them would change the injury that would kill both of them. They stopped their swords at the same time again and avoided them, brewing the next attack.

But this time, when Qu Zhu turned his sword halfway, his body suddenly became cold.

Qu Zhu completely abandoned the sword, but Wudong only abandoned half of it. He gave up completely dodging this knife, and his waist and abdomen almost met this knife, thus earning a chance to enter the sword again.

Qu Zhu first raised his knife and cut it coldly, taking all the advantages he could get in the new change, and then returned the knife from the terrible crack in Wudong's waist and abdomen, just in time to face the sword.

And what Wudong brought him was a stunning killing sword.

Fastest among fast, shadow among shadows, like a flash of lightning in the dark clouds.

This sword is destined to have no name, it is not enough to appear in the Xuanmen realm, and Wudong has not used it for more than ten years.

But it is indeed the swordsmanship that the old man has refined with blood and life for more than ten years in the darkest side of the world. Those who have seen it call it "Yanwang Sword".

It is just right for close-range killing.

Qu Zhu's throat suddenly tightened like a stiff, and he was determined not to block this sword at this moment.

He only had time to lift the handle of the knife horizontally under his throat, and then press the knife sideways as much as possible, so that the blade went diagonally downward through the bone gap of his upper body, instead of passing through the throat, heart, and lungs.

But he didn't avoid it.

The blood-spattered face suddenly leaned forward, like an evil ghost, and the knife under his chin did not press down.

It turned a mysterious arc.

Qu Zhu put the sword in directly, allowing Wudong's sword to penetrate his right chest, pressing him to the stone wall, and the knife outside the sword lightly and sharply removed Wudong's entire arm holding the sword.

Of course, the victory and defeat have been decided. In the spirit body, the heart and lungs are not enough to kill, and without arms and swords, there is no way to fight.

In fact, when Qu Zhu opened his mouth, Wudong's sword itself was a response.

The four eyes were all the same, and no one could hide their own state. If he hadn't admitted this, how could the old man have caused such a stir and exchanged such an irreparable serious injury for a sword attack?

It was just because he had to do it.

This last sword was indeed dazzling and dangerous enough, but Qu Zhu would never faint in the face of danger.

However, Qu Zhu looked at Wu Dong's calm movements, and his expression under the drama seemed to be stiff for the first time.

The old man seemed to want to give him this arm.

The gray and light eyes looked at him. The first moment he nailed him into the stone wall, the old man leaned back. He didn't even let go of the hilt of the sword, because he knew clearly that he would say goodbye to this sword from his shoulder in the next moment.

The next moment Qu Zhu took off his shoulder.

And Wu Dong's other empty hand had been raised, with three fingers pinched together and two fingers straight.

That was, [Pulling Silk].

Since [Jade Tiger] imitated the characteristics of the sword, there were not two weapons that could be used in this stone room, but three.

It can come out at any time, but only at this moment, when the situation is really pressed to the end, the torn and bloodstained black robe is nailed to the stone wall, and the long sword has no time to turn around, this sword is truly fatal.

Wudong leans back, and the light and dark sword blades are shocked forward. Two identical swords appear in the formation at the same time. The repulsive force of [Lotus Heart Sword] suddenly presses down, and the long sword nailed into the stone wall has made a wail of being overwhelmed. If one of the two swords is broken, it will definitely not be [Jade Tiger]-obviously, as long as it has one more forced mobilization to stimulate the formation, the sword in the room will immediately break.

This is of course an absolute death situation. This gap is very narrow, but it clearly exists. Maybe the next moment Qu Zhu can fly up from the wall, but at this moment, he is a complete lamb to be slaughtered. The mysterious energy is gone, the spirit body is useless, the long sword is away from the body, and only the throat is so clearly exposed.

The bright and dark blade of [Jade Tiger] floats in the center of the field of vision.

It was at this moment that Qu Zhu finally understood clearly why the old man came here. Behind Yu Hu, his gray hair was messy, his cheeks were stained with blood, his gray and pale eyes and the eyes under the playful mask stared straight, and the next moment the sword blade was about to cut off the throat of one of them, but time seemed to be quiet at this moment.

"You lost." The old man said hoarsely.

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After the "Hanging Sky Curtain", the peaks were hidden in the fog.

Pei Ye had been away from the Sutra Library for nearly an hour, and he kept going east and north all the way. The sound of the waterfall finally gradually faded away. Standing on the top of the peak and looking east, he was attracted by a deep valley cliff.

High, secluded, sitting south and facing north, the mountains are towering and green, and the cliffs are crisscrossed.

It definitely doesn't look like a place where people live for a long time, so Pei Ye jumped down immediately.

In an instant, he fell into the cliff, and the autumn silence and deep coldness immediately enveloped him. Standing in this valley, looking back, he could no longer see the shadow of the Five Peaks. It can be imagined that the people of the Five Peaks would definitely not see this cliff valley.

Pei Ye held the hilt of the sword and went down through the trees and rocks. However, there was only silence and endless turns and cliff trees. Finally, when Pei Ye began to suspect that he had found the wrong place again, a corner of an ancient house with a roof was hidden behind the tree.

A huge cliff, whether naturally formed or artificially carved, protruded from the cliff. There was no way to descend from above or climb up from below. It was surrounded by layers of cliff trees. If you didn't look for it intentionally, no one would have thought that there was a human world hidden here.

Pei Ye and Jing Li stood on the treetop. This was a small courtyard built against the cliff. It was quietly located in the morning light, and even a little peaceful.

But Pei Ye only felt cold. Seven years ago, on the night of the howling wind, it was in this courtyard that the two of them took the soul freshly stripped from the boy and fed those lifeless demon swords, and finalized the evil plan to poison Xilong and Shaolong in the future.

Now he looked at this courtyard, no one came in and out, as if it was completely empty.

"Go and have a look." Pei Ye couldn't hold back and fell down with his sword. Black Cat intended to observe more, but the boy had said "be quick and careful" once.

The two landed in front of the door, and what they saw was a very ordinary courtyard. The courtyard wall and door panels were all old and damaged, and it looked like it had been there for more than ten years.

Pushing the door in, Black Cat's eyes fell on the tables and chairs in the courtyard, and immediately moved away, alerting the surroundings.

Pei Ye walked forward and brushed them.

"It rained two days ago, and there was no mud on the side. It was cleaned recently." He said, "But it doesn't look like someone has lived there for a long time."

The surfaces of the tables and chairs were very clean, but the corners lacked the roundness after long-term use. Pei Ye was used to old tables and chairs, and he knew how many traces an object would have under human use.

That meant that the owner of this courtyard had only been back for a few days.

Since when? After leaving Bowang?

Standing in the courtyard, he felt the emptiness of the house. Pei Ye pushed the door in again, and it was indeed empty. It was still furnished like a house, neither new nor old. The two of them did not notice anything unusual, and the room was indeed quiet.

It was just that in their subtle intuition, both the man and the cat tensed up - all the details showed that this was not like the oppressive silence of no one, but more like the emptiness after being broken by something.

Until they lifted the curtain and stepped into the inner hall, they both held their breath.

A huge pit appeared in front of them, breaking through the wall of the house and going straight into the mountain wall, deep and unknown.

This was definitely not opened by normal means, the torn edge and the chaotic mysterious energy were still hinting at everything, and suddenly Pei Ye focused his eyes and saw the thin electric light as thin as insects and ants at its edge.

Pei Ye realized something with his heart and lungs tightened in an instant. He didn't have time to say anything, and he rushed in with his sword.

First, there was a huge battle array painted all over the stone wall. At the same time, the smell of blood spread to his nose. Pei Ye didn't have time to look at anything. He went straight through the second stone room. The smell of blood was so strong that it suddenly filled his nose. Until he came to a broken water curtain, he rushed in with his sword. The scene in front of him made him freeze in place for a moment.

It was as if a huge iron hammer hit his brain string hard, and Pei Ye stood stiffly without moving.

In front of him was a tall and huge stone room, with a strong bloody atmosphere floating in the air. Two stone platforms were built on both sides far away, as if something had been worshipped. On the ground were complex carvings that seemed to have taken effect, but now it was dark. The young man who had met once in Bowang on a rainy night was seriously injured and slumped under the stone wall. There was a huge knife crack from shoulder to abdomen.

At the other end of the stone hall, the Hejian who seemed to be always calm and reliable was pierced through the throat by a strange and beautiful sword and nailed to the stone wall. He was covered in blood, and his organs slipped out from the huge bloody wound on his waist and abdomen. His gray hair fell down and covered his face, and the falling blood made them sticky into a few hard strands.

Not far from the corpse, a torn and bloody black robe was sitting against the wall. The bloody cracks on his shoulders, neck, waist and abdomen were visible to the naked eye. There was a huge wound on his right chest that looked like a collapse, and the sword was broken into two sections and thrown on the ground.

A blue bird was strangled by him and lay stiffly on the ground. Small blood spots splashed on its green feathers. The letter box on its leg had been opened, and the blood-dried hand was tearing a piece of letter into pieces, and then turned around and burned it into complete ashes. The strange and cold blood-stained face leaned against the stone wall indifferently, looking at the visitor quietly.

Pei Ye watched this scene stiffly, his body was as cold as if he had hypothermia, only the blood deep inside was boiling little by little.