Soul bound

On one side are the clouds and mists that are burned by the fierce fire, and on the other side are the mountains that are half covered with snow.Like a strange scene at the beginning of the prehistoric era, two flashes of sword light broke through the vast sky, illuminated the night sky, and then collided with each other clangingly, swinging the world in all directions.

Shen Chuan stood in mid-air, Shen Bi in his hand trembled and screamed, and the silver-white sword was entwined with black air.

Maybe it wanted to escape, but struggled weakly.

There was a small opening in the scales on the half body, and then extended outward like a spider's web.

The whisk swept towards him, Jian Wei's whole body was filled with aura.

"Husbands and things, all return to their roots!" The formula in his mouth was vibrating, and his righteousness was unstoppable.

After the words fell, the long swords behind him were divided into groups, and they took turns to attack Shen Chuan.There seemed to be something breaking out of the ground on the top of the mountain, Shen Chuan pulled his skin and smiled, looking down at the green vines rising from the ground, wrapping around his ankles mercilessly, pulling him down with all his might .

Those peach blossom eyes were full of antiquity, he looked at Jian Wei leisurely, as if the trapped person had nothing to do with him.

"The left and right are also stolen bodies, but if they are injured, it will be troublesome." After finishing speaking, he let go of Shen Bi.

The sword body has no owner and is automatic, floating in midair.Not long after, Shen Chuan released a wisp of devilish energy from his fingertips, and with a flick of his finger, Shen Bi flew towards Jianwei as if under control, at such a high speed that only a little afterimage could be seen.

UI.

The sword moves mountains and seas, just like the mighty river tide in spring, which is connected with the sky.

And Chen Chuan's body was full of black air, and the black mist wrapped his knees all at once. The vines struggled under the infection of the devil air, and the thorns on them pierced the black boots, drawing ferocious bloodstains on Shen Chuan's legs.As the black mist moved down, the vines gave up their stubborn resistance, gradually shrank and withered, turning into dust.

Shen Chuan broke free from the shackles, and swept away like a lotus platform, and squeezed a handful of spiritual power in his hand, making a hand gesture.

At that time, Lou Yunshen threw out a copper coin.

Although Jian Wei doesn't let him intervene, it's not his style to stand by and watch.

The copper coin fell into the spring water, causing a splash.The square flag buried in the forest rose upright, surrounding Shen Chuan.The latter stopped in mid-air, his whole body seemed to be frozen, unable to move forward any more.

It is a killing array.

He raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at Lou Yunshen behind the stone pillar.

"Okay." He moved his mouth and spit out a word.

The wind blades in the formation left several scars on his face and body, and the bones were deep.

Jian Wei got rid of Shen Bi's attack and struck again, the handle of Fuchen pressed down heavily from his back.Shen Chuan was powerless to escape, so he suffered the blow unexpectedly, vomited a mouthful of blood, rolled over and fell on the muddy floor by the spring.

He didn't want to entangle with Lu Jiuyuan before, because he was afraid of this situation.

"Let the old man take over for Cen Ming the unfinished business in the past."

Lou Yunshen retracted the formation and stepped aside.

"Luoluo Gaozhang, Ming Qi is everywhere, Brahma travels to the heavens, and returns to the ten directions... It is difficult for me to pretend to be a cave, change and fly in the air, to test yourself." The air gradually grew larger, covering Shen Chuan.

Lou Yunshen didn't take it seriously when he heard in the early years that the owner of the wandering island had fused blood essence into a magic weapon to create a demon-subduing bell.Seeing it now, the Sanskrit script on the golden bell is entangled, the shining golden light is eye-catching, the imposing manner is compelling, and the power of speaking is overwhelming.

Shen Chuan wiped away the blood from his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are worthy too!"

In an instant, the lotus platform trembled, and the gap opened by Shen Chuan's first attack also began to gradually grow larger.The devilish energy in Shen Chuan's body resisted the falling golden bell, and the two vibrated together, and the sound of the bell was dull and deafening.

Seeing that Wei's ears were stained with blood, he endured the smell of rust in his mouth.

Shen Bi was thrown towards Lou Yunshen, blocking his movements.

Demonic energy poured into the crack, and the lotus platform shattered, revealing a short blade and several iron cables underneath.

There is a red orb on the handle of the blade, shining in the moonlight.The scabbard is entwined with flowing clouds, and the word "Tianxun" is engraved in seal script.

Chen Chuan smiled with his lips curled up, and raised his hand with five fingers forming claws, as if he wanted to tear the iron chain off.His other hand waved and pushed, smashing the clock in the air towards Jian Wei.

The latter hastily withdrew his hand, and the mouthful of blood he had swallowed just now spit out.

The birds on the island were frightened, the mountains trembled, and waves surged from the spring, hitting the damaged lotus platform and hitting the surrounding soil.

"Zheng-"

With a crisp sound, the iron chains all broke, and the Tianxun Blade went straight into Shen Chuan's hands.

He recalled Shen Bi, threw the short blade into the air, and turned around with the sword in his hand.

broken.

He cast a glance at Jian Wei, the face of the half-kneeling old man was ashen and defeated, after this fight, he already showed the appearance of death.

"There will be a period later."

He looked at Ling Guang who was escaping from the short blade, with a faint smile on his face.

A ray of light from the sky hit Lu Chilin's eyebrows.

"Chi Lin!" This was the last voice he heard when he closed his eyes.

Lu Jiuyuan took over the fallen Lu Chilin, and the monks on the opposite side had already stood up, all of them holding weapons in their hands, as if they were ready to go.Naturally, they are not far behind, Yang Jun has drawn his sword out of its sheath, the blade has been opened, and the brilliance is flowing.

Among the female cultivators that Lu Jiuyuan met, most of them chose Danxiu and Fuxiu, and some of them went to learn swords, but few of them knew how to use swords.This Yang Yun is different from ordinary people.

She made a Yanling knife, and with one finger on the tip of the knife, she rushed forward and chopped down a monster.

I have the Yanling knife, the cold light shines on the ice and snow.

There are six small holes on the back of her knife, and there are copper rings in the holes.The knife rises and falls, and the copper ring hits the back of the knife, making a sound like the cry of geese.

Her saber technique is also inherited from the Yang family, but it is not abrupt on her body, but has a sense of being out of the world.

It's no wonder that the big disciples of the Qinglang Sect like it.

All the demons on the island became restless, the soaring demonic aura made everyone's scalp numb, and the sharp roars of the low-level monsters made life worse than death.

"I didn't expect to see Wanmo Chaozong." Yang Jun said.

"To them, it's the reign of all demons, but to us, it's called howling ghosts and howling wolves." Shu Zhuo moved the wheelchair to Jiang Jing's side and said with a smile, "Master Jiang, I'm here to be your company."

Jiang Jing thought to herself that I don't want to be with you either.

His mouth was still holding back and he couldn't say the hurtful words.

Lu Jiuyuan carried Lu Chilin to Shu Zhuo's side, let him lean against the tree, and said, "Please take care of fellow Daoist Shu."

"nothing."

Lu Jiuyuan pulled out the long sword at his waist, and with the sword flower in his hand, he performed a set of Bihai Chaosheng.

He cooperated tacitly with Yang Yun, and he had already captured several monsters between the rabbits rising and the falcons falling.

Most of those demon cultivators with deep cultivation still endured watching from the sidelines in the Valley of Thousand Cups, only such impatient people would come out to provoke.

Jiang Jing rubbed her eyes, and let out a "huh" in surprise.

"What?" Shu Zhuo turned around and asked.

"Ping Chuan's swordsmanship has improved too fast. He used to be unable to do a few moves under my hands... Now he is almost like my elder brother." Jiang Jing said.

Hearing this, Shu Zhuo turned his head to look at Lu Jiuyuan's movements. He was so focused on Yang Yun just now that he didn't have the energy to look at others.Looking at it now, I only feel that what Jiang Jing said is good, and I even underestimated Meng Pingchuan a bit.

"It's no longer the same as Mr. Jiang Yu, but it's a pity that Meng Pingchuan's spiritual power is weak, otherwise he is really slightly better than him."

"Ah?" Jiang Jing was puzzled, "Could it be that he was instructed by Lu Futang..."

"As far as I know, Lu Futang's swordsmanship is not very good. I am also...sorry, I made a slip of the tongue." Shu Zhuo secretly said that he was so fast that he almost wanted to arrange his past events in front of others.

Jiang Jing asked persistently, "How is Lu Futang?"

But Shu Zhuo was determined not to say to him: "No, I didn't say anything just now."

This is not 300 taels of silver here or something.

"Ajun and Mr. Meng are defending against the enemy in front, but we are here to gossip, which is really not kind." Shu Zhuo added.

Jiang Jing whispered: "But I really want to know."

"Isn't it that Lu Chilin used to be Lu Jiuyuan's prostitute, who didn't know about it ten years ago?"

The one who spoke was a monk who was sitting across from him before, but somehow retreated while beating his head. His voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear him.

Of course, the only person involved, Lu Chilin, was still in a coma, so naturally he couldn't hear the answer he "thought about day and night".

Lu Jiuyuan flicked his long sword and was almost scratched by the monster's claws on his face.

"Really?" Jiang Jing asked.

"Just ask anyone you want..."

A long sword came through the air and penetrated deeply into the head of the monster behind the monk.Bright red blood splashed all over his face.

Dare to act and dare not to be Lv Jiuyuan: "I'm sorry, my hands are shaking."