The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 116

A person's anxiety can easily infect those around him. However, if someone among them can handle it calmly, it can curb the spread of anxiety and make others feel at ease.

Jiang Yichen dealt with the five black-robed monks, but he was not necessarily more relaxed than Leng Mei. He could hear the anxiety and anxiety in Leng Mei's words, and he understood that what she needed was calmness, and what he needed to do was to be calmer than her.

"A formation must have its eyes, find it and destroy it. It is a person, not a ghost, there must be a flaw, and if you find the flaw, you can kill it."

Jiang Yichen's thoughts were clear. Under his influence, Leng Mei calmed down a little, and gave the answer, "These monks are at the center of the formation. As long as you can kill six or seven, or three thirds, the formation will be broken."

"Where are the weaknesses of these monks?" Jiang Yichen asked.

Leng Mei had an idea when she heard the words, and used the door-opening and transposition several times, playing tricks on more than ten people in the enemy's formation.

Until there was only one black-robed monk left in front of her.

The other twelve black-robed monks were three feet away from her.

She had to find out the flaws in the bronze, iron and golden monk in front of her before they rushed to kill her.

Clink, clang, rattle!

Even though the sun is setting and the moon is not yet high, the silver-white double-thorned Hangong Zhegui in Leng Mei's hands is still shining brightly in the dark night. It dances like an elf between her fingers and wrists, but in a moment, it is in front of her The black-robed monk was hit no less than dozens of times.

"It's not on the forehead, it's not on the neck, it's not on the mouth, nose, eyes and ears, it's not on the chest or ribs, it's not on the waist or abdomen."

If the flaws in the copper and iron bodies of these black-robed monks are not different, then they should be in the same place. Leng Mei's offensive is like a storm, and he is even more eloquent, telling Jiang Yichen the situation of the temptation immediately. Follow along and try.

While dodging and parrying, Jiang Yichen waited for an opportunity to fight back. If the result of his probing was the same as that of Leng Mei, it would mean that the flaws in the eighteen monks were very likely to be all the same, and if one could be broken, the other would be broken. eighteen.

There was only a muffled hum, although it was subtle, it couldn't escape Leng Mei's ears.

And her double thorns were also stained with bright red.

"Underarms!" Leng Mei blurted out, and at the same time opened her bow left and right, stabbing the monk's armpits with double thorns again.

puff!

Finally, what was heard was no longer the clash of copper and iron blades.

The double thorns pierced into the flesh, and the bronze, iron and gold body was broken.

But this armpit seems to be the life gate of this monk, after a successful blow, the monk in front of him has no life left.

As the double thorns were pulled out, the black-robed monk fell back straight.

Without giving Leng Mei any more time to observe or catch her breath, the killing moves of the other twelve monks arrived.

The chopping sticks that fell from the sky, the sweeping sticks that were thrown from the left and right sides, and the sticks that were thrown from the bottom up. Twelve black shadows attacked from eight directions, completely blocking all her escape routes. This is the one who died earlier. The killing intent that the monks bought for them.

There are only two paths left for Leng Mei.

One way is to resist the twelve sticks and be smashed to pieces, half of the body is paralyzed.

The other way is to display the Great Gap, which can relieve the imminent danger.

Of course, although the gap between surprises and gaps allows her to completely avoid this deadlock, and even counter-kill the three opponents, she cannot guarantee that she will be able to deal with the excessive force of breaking away from the shackles of nature after successively performing such domineering footwork. External force oppression, whether one's body can bear it, whether it will lose its combat strength for a while, and fall into crisis again.

Will you leave the rest to that kid with peace of mind?

The twelve black-robed men can't allow Leng Mei to ponder for too long. In their eyes, Leng Mei has nowhere to hide and is sure to lose.

Ji Qianlin was also aware of Leng Mei's situation, and she really wanted to know if Leng Mei could do anything else in such a desperate situation.

The twelve sticks came together, covering the sky and covering the earth.

In the blink of an eye, only a gleam of bright moonlight can be seen, which looks abrupt in the flickering Buddha light.

Ji Qianlin's eyes were narrowed into slits, trying to see the details of the fight, but when the moonlight appeared, her eyes blinked unconsciously.

After that, all she could see were nine black shadows that could still stand on the ground and a white shadow that seemed a little erratic two to three feet away.

The result is clear at a glance, Leng Mei is really extraordinary, not only escaped from death, but also punished the three of them, but also paid a certain price, what happened in the blink of an eye seems no longer important, what is important is that Leng Mei Once injured, the two prey in the subduing demon formation should be captured obediently.

Leng Mei was indeed injured.

Injury to internal organs.

A move that is beyond the laws of nature goes against the sky, but in half a day, using it twice is the limit, and the third time it will hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred.

For the first time, the patches of cherry red on his body were coughed up by himself.

At this moment, she was powerless to fight any more, she put her hand on her chest, and landed on one knee, while soothing her inner breath and healing herself, she shifted her gaze to Jiang Yichen.

I saw the boy with his hair loose, rushing to his side like a shooting star.

There are three figures behind him.

The corners of his mouth were bruised.

Just five black-robed monks was enough for him to deal with, although he had already killed two people, now he had to face twice as many opponents.

However, on that slightly immature face, there was no timidity, but the determination to bear everything without hesitation.

Jiang Yichen can already guess a little of Leng Mei's situation, there must be taboos for using such peerless footwork as "Jing Hong Guo Gap", if you go too far, you will hurt yourself.

"Miss Leng, I'm afraid you're going to be a pair of lovebirds in vain today."

Perhaps in order to ease the tense atmosphere, the young man took advantage of the untimely glib talk.

The voice hit her ears, but Leng Mei's heart trembled slightly.

Ever since she was trained as a killer, her life was almost occupied by cold corpses. She has always been in pairs at night and under the moon. She often forgets that she is still alone, not A murderous tool without emotion.

At this critical moment, there are others who can accompany me, perhaps it is the charity of God.

"Okay." Naturally, Leng Mei didn't say these two words, and only she could hear them.

With people beside him to take care of him, Jiang Yichen could only display what he had learned without reservation, and he could no longer take care of the rest, so he could only choose to fight hard.

Leng Mei's Hangong Zhegui, one is used by Jiang Yichen to set up the Jingmen to enhance his combat power, and the other is used to set up the Xiumen, creating a wind wall to protect Leng Mei.

The remaining twelve black-robed monks came to kill Jiang Yichen again as if they were dealing with Leng Mei.

Jiang Yichen released the extremely cold air sealed in the acupuncture points around his body, and circulated the Frost Snow True Qi to the extreme. He would not be surprised, and he could only use his own method to break the situation.

The wounds of the Heavenly Sword, at the moment when the twelve black shadows were less than ten feet away from him, the extremely cold breath combined with the sword energy blocking the acupoints suddenly appeared like ice lotus, breaking into the invulnerable copper and iron bodies.

The black-robed monks didn't hurt their flesh, but their bodies were all blocked. Although it only took a moment, it was enough for Jiang Yichen's sword to pierce the armpits of two of them.

On an autumn night, the moon hangs high, and the shadow of the sword under the moon is chaotic.

Ye Lengying is lonely and cold, and life and death are accompanied by you.

At the moment when the cold air burst out, Leng Mei felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, the piercing coldness was so gentle and heart-warming, the water-system kung fu in his body seemed to resonate with it, and it began to work on its own to replenish the sea of ​​Qi, Afterwards, he activated the Changchun Jue of the wood system, which also speeded up the recovery of the injuries in his body.

This scene seems familiar, it seems that in a rainy night, the two internal skills I have practiced have broken through the extreme and reached the peak.

Bang!

The formidable sound of the sword and stick interrupted Leng Mei's thoughts.

There were still ten black-robed monks in front of him, but the sword in Jiang Yichen's hand was no longer firm, and seemed trembling.

He has already endured countless blows with sticks, and even though he has internal strength to protect his body so as not to hurt his muscles and bones, he is still bruised everywhere, and the pain makes him numb and trembling.

Although the Demon Subduing Formation was broken, he and Leng Mei seemed unable to get away from it.

"Kill the little sister, and keep the little brother." Ji Qianlin, who had been watching the battle for a long time, instructed the black-robed monk. There seemed to be a hint of jealousy in her words. She didn't care about the casualties of the eight people, just like the remaining ten. Like a black-robed monk, he can't make any waves.

"My little sister is dead, so I'll go with her too." Jiang Yichen refused to let Ji Qianlin wish.

"Little brother, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine." Ji Qianlin smiled, but with a stern look.

"Yeyue, mosquitoes and flies are noisy, disturbing me and disturbing me. Toast to fine wine, pour yourself and drink yourself." The lazy voice tore through the night of Xiaofeng Mountain.

The voice is vigorous and thick, so it sounds like this person's martial arts cultivation can only be matched by the joint efforts of the people present.

Who is coming?

Friend or foe?

"Which brother is hiding in the dark? If you don't come out and enjoy a piece of Jibie Nenchu ​​with my family, my family will immediately apologize with wine." Ji Qianlin didn't hear the source of the voice, and looked around but found nothing.

"Outside the mountains, the green hills and the buildings outside the buildings, there is a fairy in the wine. Floating life is not for fame, power and money. The world laughs at me and has no hatred."

The lazy voice reappeared, and Jiang Yichen sounded familiar, but Ji Qianlin seemed to understand the title of the poem, and said in surprise: "Alcoholism is like life, no hatred under the sword, sword fairy Li Jiechen?"

　Li Jiechen, the sword fairy, is somewhat similar to Jiu Jianxian in Xianjian No. [-] Middle School. He is addicted to alcohol and plays games in the world.

　　It suddenly occurred to me that Jiu Jianxian's original name was Situ Zhong, and it was purely accidental that he collided with Situ Zhong who had no relative in this book. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

　　

　

(End of this chapter)