She is Jianxiu

Chapter 1344 Two Hundred and Fifty Three Only One Way

The black tide seemed endless, dark and without light, and it was impossible to see the scenery in it. Zhao Yu had no fear in his heart, so he summoned his sword energy and slashed forward. Unexpectedly, a big hand condensed out from the black tide at the right time, and it created wind and clouds and took the sword energy in as well.

Zhao Yu tried to sense it, and discovered, as expected, that the sword energy went out without returning, while the huge hand that covered the sky surged forward in the black tide, first reaching straight upwards, then spreading out five fingers and pressing downwards, like a prison formed by five pillars covering Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu would not sit still and wait for death. He immediately threw open his sleeves and released his sword energy, raising a surge of surging energy, intending to knock the big hand apart.

Zhou Qinhe was not only powerful, but Zhao Yu's magic power was also very profound. These sword energies were directed and cut the big hand into several pieces with a loud noise. Suddenly, a continuous black tide poured down like a curtain and happened to hit the fierce momentum of the energy. In an instant, thousands of water splashes were caused, and the sound of surging torrents was endless!

Although the water was dispersed, it was only a matter of thought for Zhou Qinhe to gather it again. He had profound Taoism skills and had practiced for a long time. Naturally, he had honed his magic power to perfection. A few small changes took a lot of his strength. Of course, he rolled back the waves and stirred up new waves to build a solid wall thousands of feet high.

Suddenly, the ripples on the mirror-like water wall trembled, and in this dark and cloudy world, the water was used as a mirror to reflect the things in front of it on the solid wall.

Zhao Yu looked up and saw that there was nothing else in the water mirror except her own figure floating there. After a moment, a few ripples passed through the water mirror, and a few unclear and vague white shadows appeared, which made her secretly alert and focused her consciousness on her eyes to explore the surroundings.

Fortunately, although a white shadow appeared in the mirror, there was no one outside the mirror. She did not dare to let her mind go. She used her magic power to raise a layer of strong wind, which turned the surroundings upside down. Then she pushed her hand and shook off the strong wind and crashed into the water wall.

This spell was definitely not an ordinary one. After all, she already had the sword spirit and had cultivated it to her current level. Gathering the sword energy into a force by waving her hand was a common method used by sword practitioners.

Zhou Qinhe spread his entire spiritual awareness in the black tide, so that he could take in the surrounding scenery at all times and places. Seeing the howling of the gale like a ghost, sweeping in all directions as if it were an empty space, he knew that if he continued to resist this forceful force, it would be disadvantageous to his current actions. So he thought about smashing down the water wall that was thousands of feet high, and tried to use the momentum of the torrent to stop the strong wind, so that he could use another method to release all the white shadows that were previously condensed in the water mirror.

These erratic water shadows grew like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. If you weren't careful, there would be tens of thousands of them. They looked so densely packed that it was terrifying!

Unexpectedly, the gale was so strong that it only stopped for a moment under the rush of the thousand-foot torrent, and then it raised the wind like a white blade, cutting off the water flow in mid-air. One could see the whistling sword energy breaking away from the wind, and in an instant it cut off nearly half of the water shadows, and it continued to entangle with it relentlessly, determined not to let this thing continue to gather when it encounters water.

Zhou Qinhe then realized that he had underestimated the strong wind created by the sword energy. However, his magical power of following shadows everywhere was far from something he could kill whenever he wanted. These water shadows were all transformed by his own magic power. Once they were summoned from the mirror by him, they would be born and die, go and come back, and would never disappear.

After Zhao Yu cut down several water shadows, he gradually realized that this thing was everlasting and could not be eliminated by ordinary means. What's more, Zhou Qinhe was right in front of him and he must have more than one magic spell. If the two of them continued to consume their magic power, it would be obvious who would benefit.

"The most urgent task is to break through this tide and find Zhou Qinhe's root."

Unfortunately, the water shadows are difficult to deal with, and there are so many of them, so we have to find a way to contain them. Zhao Yu thought about it, and then stretched out his hand in the air. From the palm of his hand, a beam of mysterious light also flew out in response to the sound of the clear sword. When he saw that it was a long sword that was completely black, the airtight sword formation also fell. This formation used ten long swords to seal off all directions. Not to mention the thousands of water shadows, even if Zhou Qinhe entered the formation himself, it would be hard to say whether he could escape smoothly.

However, it is still a difficult problem to completely kill Zhou Qinhe after controlling the water shadow that is hindering him.

The latter thought that with such a means to support the enemy, as long as he accumulated magic power and consumed Zhao Yu, he would be able to kill the other party sooner or later. Therefore, he was not afraid of any means of Zhao Yu, and did not think that she could break this method.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qinhe gradually calmed down and no longer worried about the other party's method of intimidating the soul. At this moment, he relaxed his mind a little and was wondering about what was happening with Xiao Lin.

Just as he was about to summon up his strength to attack again, he suddenly had a doubt, when he saw a figure coming in through the waves. He didn't know what it was exactly, but he felt that it was similar to Zhao Yu, more agile and lighter than the water shadow, and with murderous intent that didn't seem like an ordinary figure.

This is certainly not an ordinary magical power. After the sword soul is condensed, there is a sword servant standing by, which is connected to the soul of the person, and can be used at will. Zhao Yu wants to investigate Zhou Qinhe's background, but he doesn't want to put himself in danger rashly. Using this sword servant to fight is no different from himself.

"So it is this thing!" Zhou Qinhe was born into a wealthy family and had more knowledge than ordinary people. It was not surprising for him to see the origin of the sword servant. He also knew exactly what the sword servant was coming for. He thought, "How can my land allow you to invade?" and gathered a divine consciousness to crush the sword servant here.

The sword servant paused, and then immediately crashed his body into the spiritual consciousness. With a loud bang, the souls of both of them trembled together!

Zhou Qinhe felt a pain in his head as if it were pierced by needles. He could not help but say in a hoarse voice: "What a powerful Yuanshen. It seems that Elder Zhi's worry is really unfounded. How can an ordinary cultivator have such ability?"

Elsewhere, Zhao Yu's eyes also showed some strange colors, and he thought in his heart: "This person's purple palace is not as stable as that of ordinary people. Maybe he has a treasure specially used to protect his Yuan Shen."

However, after this test, he realized that Zhou Qinhe had completely regarded this black tide as himself, and only by completely refining the tide could he kill the person in front of him.

And because her magic power was inferior to his, it must be for this reason that the other party had no scruples.

Zhao Yu sighed softly, and had already given up those many tricks. Instead, he concentrated his mind and released an extremely majestic Dharma image above the sky!

"Logically speaking, using the Golden Crow Blood and Fire to deal with this person might have a miraculous effect, but this thing has already gone with the main body, so it has another use. There is no need to force it back for this purpose."

While he was talking to himself, the Dharma image in the sky had gradually become clearer. Three huge shadows could be seen on the left, middle and right. Although they were only half of their bodies, each of them had a long sword in his arms. They were the three sword spirits of Chunyang, Kunyin and Yuanzhen. At this moment, the three souls gathered at the top of their heads, and they raised their swords together and suddenly fell down!

Zhao Yu's voice was distant and peaceful, as if it came from the sky, and more like it was approaching Zhou Qinhe's side. He said: "Daoyou thinks that my magic power is weak and cannot be used as an enemy, but I don't think so. If I put all my strength into it, I don't know who will be better, you or me?"