The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 316 Hell Shackles

In the past decades or even more than a hundred years, I am afraid that there has never been a day when the bright moon is so close to Shunyuan Peak, and the night is like day.

In this cloud city, the contest between black and white is still going on.

With less than half an hour left, it is likely to be fate's final test of the concept of Yuntian.

Get over it, and the Ming Dynasty can be expected.

If you can't survive, you will fall into the abyss forever.

From the entrance of Tianxuan Temple Square to the stone steps entering the hall, there is a distance of thirty and thirty zhang.

Ordinary Jianghu masters may need to use ten breaths of kung fu to get from one end to this end.

But the crying lady only used five breaths.

Blink your eyes, flick your fingers, breathe out once, exactly five breaths.

The scene of five breaths may seem short, but to a human, it is enough to turn a thousand times in the mind and think a lot.

Crying Lady is not only a clean person, but also a person who is afraid of trouble.

She came here on a whim, and she calculated that from Bai Wuchang's infiltration to taking down the Yuntian Temple in one fell swoop, it would take half an hour to solve it.

Even if the plan was abruptly interrupted just after it was implemented, she had already dealt with it.

She thought that to deal with these Taoist priests who seldom wield knives and swords, one hour would be enough to win, but in the end, she saw these Taoist priests desperately resisting, making it difficult for them to move forward.

The more troubles, the more afraid she was.

The longer the delay, the more troubles will naturally arise.

In this short period of five breaths, the worry in the crying lady's heart became more and more intense, she could no longer sit idly by and decided to end this situation as soon as possible.

The idea was made, and the crying lady immediately put it into action.

The persimmons were picked and squeezed softly.

Qi Difu, the second elder of Yuntian Temple, has mediocre qualifications. If he hadn't liked him for his diligence and honesty, the previous temple master would not have accepted him as a disciple. It will be beneficial to assist the first apprentice in taking care of Yuntian Temple in the future.

Qi Difu is a person who is always happy with his contentment and repays his kindness. He is grateful for the kindness of his predecessors and has worked hard in the view of Yuntian, so he is very popular with everyone.

All the disciples respect and love him, but they can't change him. He is the most mediocre of the eight elders.

The crying lady has already figured out these situations, so Qi Difu became her first target.

At the same time, she also wanted to see if such an elder, who was respected and loved by Yuntian Temple disciples, would make them cry if he died?

Thinking of this, the crying lady grinned sinisterly.

The smiling face was no different from the crying of a child.

Spiritual reminder pen, tap forward.

People who have never heard of the name of the crying lady, seeing the silvery pen tip outline a blood-colored rose in an instant, can't help clapping their hands and applauding the vividness of the painting, which lasts in the air for a long time.

But if you have heard that the crying judge of the Nether Sect kills everyone beautifully, every time you see a rose blooming, it means that a life is lost.

The blood-colored rose turns the emptiness into reality, and every stroke embodies the deep inner strength of the crying lady.

The instruments of torture are branded on the body, just scalding marks on the flesh.

And the blood-colored rose is like a sword that has changed its shape, and if it penetrates deeply into the flesh, it means cutting the meridians and veins.

At this moment, the blood-colored rose appeared on the back of Qi Difu's head. The crying lady obviously didn't have much fun and just wanted to take her life.

Although the strength of Qi Difu and Lord Yan are not equal, the old men who are nearly sixty years old are not as strong as they were when they were just, so it is inevitable that they will be unable to deal with such a long-term battle.

Previously, the sneak attack and harassment of the Nether Sect members in twos and threes caused him a lot of trouble, and there were a few bloodstains on his body, and he was able to hold on for so long, all relying on his undying love for Yuntian Temple.

As the fight continued, Master Yan gradually took the initiative and suppressed Qi Difu, but he was still unable to break through his tenacious line of defense and caused fatal injuries.

How could Qi Difu, who had been relying on his willpower to support him, have the energy to resist the surprise attack of the crying lady?

In the blink of an eye, a blue-purple sword glow came roaring with a white shadow.

Qingzi Jianmang went straight to Bloody Rose.

Bang!

There was a thunderous explosion in the void.

This is the result of the collision of two domineering internal forces.

Who wins and who loses, there is no way of knowing.

Because both Crying Lady and Qi Difu had disappeared in place.

Only Mr. Yao, who could not avoid it, suffered from this wave of rage. Although he closed the iron shackle in time to block the deadly force, his right hand was not spared, and half of his palm was cut off.

How to hold things without a single finger left?

The right half of the iron flail, which weighed a hundred catties, fell to the ground with a bang.

What followed was a burly man who shrank and squatted on the ground, screaming, "Ah!——"

Two zhang away, the crying lady stared straight at a middle-aged man who was slightly thin but swift in his hands and swift in his movements through her loose long hair.

This middle-aged man's cheeks were thin, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were fierce. The unkindness in his eyes hadn't changed since the moment the Nether Sect entered the Yuntian Temple two years ago.

This person is the sixth elder Qi Zhouling who has always sneered at the cooperation between Yuntian Temple and Nether Sect after Qi Tianshou, the master of the temple, and Yunliu, the first disciple Yunliu.

Because of this, Qi Zhouling also received the key care of the Nether Sect. At the beginning, Ye Shang and Suo Ye were by his side, inseparable. After Ye Shang was dismissed by Qi Hongli, there were always more than twenty Nether Sect members around him waiting verb: move.

Therefore, among the people present, Qi Zhouling undoubtedly suffered the most major and minor injuries, and his Taoist robe was riddled with holes and spots of red everywhere.

After the number of Nether Sect has been greatly reduced, the pressure on the disciples of Yuntianguan is less, and the elders of Yuntianguan are no exception.

After catching a glimpse of the crying lady, Qi Zhouling became more thoughtful.

When he saw the Crying Lady approaching Ling Kongxu, he vigilantly smelled her gradually increasing killing intent.

The Crying Lady attacked Qi Difu as expected, Qi Zhouling couldn't make her wish, he resolutely let go of Master Suo, and jumped out from under the blade lights of two Nether Cult disciples, flying to rescue the danger.

"Ye Ye!" A roar sounded, and a figure of the same five big and three rough fell beside Lord Yan, and said with concern.

I saw that these two people had thick eyebrows and big ears, and they were of average appearance. They were also wearing black sweaters with the same big chest, showing their strength.

If it wasn't for the fact that one person was holding a big iron shackle and the other was holding a big iron chain, it would be really difficult to tell the identity of the two based on their appearance.

"It's said that a long absence is better than a new marriage, Sixth Elder, we haven't seen each other for a long time, why do you still have a face, it's really annoying!" The crying lady said coquettishly.

"It's right to be bored. I don't welcome demons and ghosts in Yuntian Temple. You thieves, you should die quickly!"

Qi Zhouling hated these evil spirits from the bottom of his heart, and as soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword to attack.

Even though there were three people on the other side, there was still no trace of timidity in his eyes.

"Smelly old man! If you break my brother's hand, Master Suo wants you to pay for it with your life!" Master Suo yelled angrily, grasping the big iron lock weighing more than a hundred catties with both hands, as if he was about to smash Qi Zhouling into a pulp.

Lord Suo was furious for Lord Yan, but he completely forgot that Fang Cai and Qi Zhouling were evenly matched in the fight. It was completely because of Qi Zhouling's one-to-one enemy two times, that his energy wasted too much and he had no time to rest.

At this moment, there was no threat from Qi Zhouling's side, and the skill of speaking also eased the continuous fighting.

In a state of unity of mind and mind, how could a big man with a simple mind and well-developed limbs be his opponent?

A stab with a sword was nothing but a feint.

Master Suo raised one lock to block the sword, and swung the other lock as a gesture of attack. This response seemed to be both offensive and defensive.

However, Qi Zhouling suddenly withdrew his sword to withdraw his move, first he shrank back and performed a front somersault, then stretched his body, and kicked horizontally, as if drawing a crescent golden hook in the night sky.

As a result, Qi Zhouling's stature reached an unattainable height, avoiding the attack and defense range of Shuangsuo, and then taking advantage of the momentum of his fall, he concentrated his inner breath on his right foot, and firmly stepped on Master Suo's watermelon-sized head.

Just for a moment, Jiang Yichen's hair straightened, he seemed to see Master Suo's head, which was about to split open in all directions like a smashed watermelon.

However, the hardness of that big head is not comparable to that of watermelon, and it still grows on Master Suo's neck intact.

Looking at Lord Suo, who was severely injured, he suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth, spraying blood like mist.

Afterwards, that huge body flew backwards by several feet.

Boom!

It smashed through the wall of Tianxuan Palace and fell into the palace!

　Correct the mistake of the previous chapter here, I got confused when I wrote it, the elders in Qianshan are the Second Elder, Sixth Elder, and Seventh Elder, and I actually wrote the Fourth Elder, I also knelt down to myself...

　　Oh, the previous chapter has been corrected, please forgive me.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)