Immortal Sword Pavilion

Chapter 173 Like Daoji (Please Subscribe, Recommend)
The night was getting thicker, and as the last ray of moonlight was swallowed up above the sky, the darkness suddenly engulfed the earth like a tide.

Total darkness.

At this time, in the dark night, there were three escaping lights whizzing over, and they were Zhou Yu and the three who were following them.

"It's here." The light fell, and Miao Shan looked solemnly at the temple on the mountainside.

At the same time, the black incense in his palm turned into a black ray of light as he stretched out his palm, whizzing towards the ruined temple.

The temple in front of him looked dilapidated and old, but in the darkness at this moment, it seemed a little extraordinary.

As if there is a peerless beast inside, even if you look at it from a distance, you can feel the depression in your heart.

"Be careful." Zhou Yu glanced at the two of them, and at the temple ten feet away, he immediately condensed his two fingers into the sword, and slashed across the air.

Bang!
With a sharp whistling sound, a fiery red sword gang whistled out from Zhou Yu's fingers.

The fiery red sword light was dazzling, illuminating the gravel and weeds near the temple, and even more terrifying sword aura, the moment it touched the temple, it immediately tore away in all directions.

Boom!

Between the criss-crossing of sword energy, a big hole was cut out of the temple in front of him. In that hole, there was no one at the moment, but there were as many as twelve large and small stone statues.

It's just that at this moment, these stone statues have fallen to the side one after another, and they are even more dilapidated, without a trace of the so-called charm.

The entire temple didn't look like the hiding place of the so-called black hands behind the scenes, but more like a ruined temple that had been abandoned for a long time.

But seeing this, Zhou Yu didn't relax at all. Instead, between frowning, the Qing Ming Sword whizzed out.

But in an instant, the Qingming sword landed on the sky above the temple. Following the change of the sword formula in Zhou Yu's hand, in an instant, rain-like sword energy came out of the Qingming sword and directed towards the broken sword below. The temple was washed away.

Although he didn't like Monk Miaoshan, he would not deny his strength, because if the latter was slightly weaker than him, Zhou Yu would fight directly.

The one who beat him didn't even know his Buddhist master, so he came to avenge the chicken.

Therefore, when he saw that Jian Gang hadn't forced out the person behind the scene with the probing move just now, Zhou Yu was not only not a little bit ashamed, but had an extremely dignified expression.

shhhhhh...

On the dripping cloud sword array, under the continuous rush of sword energy, the terrifying sharp energy cut the sky in an instant.

The thick night was torn apart like black rags, but it only took a few breaths.

The ruined temples ten feet away collapsed one after another. During the collapse, the boulders were disintegrated by the sharp sword energy, splashing a lot of smoke and dust, and the stone statues that looked dilapidated were turned into fly ash immediately.

Seeing Zhou Yu's actions, Xiao Zhan didn't stop him in any way. Instead, he looked dignified and slowly pulled out the Xiuchun knife from his waist.
Even the seemingly indifferent Miaoshan, outside of its body, a layer of white Buddha light began to loom.

"Come out, your temple has been flattened, can you hide it?" Zhou Yu said loudly when the ruined temple in front of him was completely destroyed within a few breaths.

call……

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew past, and a gloomy voice came from inside the seemingly deserted ruined temple.

"Ignorant children, I originally planned to let you go. Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you."

Boom!

As the words fell, the ground trembled in an instant, and a violent tremor was felt from below. In the abandoned ruined temple, a black figure suddenly appeared.

"When?" Seeing this, Zhou Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and with a thought in his mind, the Qing Ming Sword immediately rolled back and fell into the palm of his right hand, his eyes were extremely solemn.

"Death!" With a cold shout, in the ruins of the temple, the figure didn't talk nonsense, and slapped Zhou Yu and the three of them fiercely.

boom!
Immediately, a huge black palm whizzed over, the palm prints on it were detailed and substantial, before it approached, there was a terrifying coercion, locking the three of them firmly, giving people a sense of inescapability.

"Daoji?" Xiao Zhan's face suddenly changed. The statue that appeared in Ningyuan Town was at most comparable to the third level of Qi training, but he never expected that once this person made a move, his power would be extremely terrifying.

"It's not like." Zhou Yu's face was equally heavy, but he slowly shook his head after careful induction.

That person looks like a Daoist, but not as strong as a Daoist, even if he advanced with mana, he is not as good, and he can't perfectly mobilize the power of heaven and earth, could it be...

"Amitabha, the almsgiver uses the power of incense to condense the majesty of Daoji. Although it is terrifying, it is only a foreign object after all." At this time, Monk Miaoshan said suddenly.

As his voice fell, a surge of Buddha light spewed out from his body.

This ray of light was like a great sun, which immediately made the four fields shine brightly, and at the same time, the idea of ​​locking the three of them together suddenly became loose.

Boom!

The next moment, Miao Shan slapped it with his palm suddenly, and a huge Buddhist medallion flowed upstream, colliding with the giant black palm.

Bang!
When the two palms met, a terrifying wave of air swept away in all directions, and at the same time, Miao Shan's seemingly indifferent face changed slightly.

I saw the bright Buddha palm that it issued began to retreat under the black giant palm.

"Unfortunately, although the little monk knows that he is a fake, he can't break his illusion. Donor Zhou and Donor Xiao, please help me." Miao Shan said immediately.

There is no need for Miao Shan to remind me of these words, almost at the moment when the biting locking meaning loosened.

The Qingming Sword in front of Zhou Yu shook suddenly, amidst a burst of high-pitched sword cries, layers of sword light transformed instantly, but in an instant, a zhang-long blue and white sword roared, and While galloping, it turned into a three-foot-long dragon and rushed straight at the ghostly figure 30 meters away.

Roar!
The bluish-white Stegosaurus was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, it slammed into the ghostly figure, and just as the latter was about to react, countless sharp sword lights burst out from above the Stegosaurus .

Between the criss-crossing, cutting the space, strangling frantically, causing the ground to sag in an instant, and a large amount of gravel and smoke stirred up.

"Break!" At the same time, Xiao Zhan on the side saw the giant black palm that had hit him earlier, and when it loosened, he drew his sword and chopped it off.

As the scarlet light of the knife shines, a huge illusory figure emerges behind it, and draws the knife as it draws the knife.

In an instant, a three-foot-long crimson sword that was nearly ten meters long slashed out at the giant black palm.

Impressively performed the magic transformation known as the strongest secret technique under the master.

It's just different from the time in Hegu Village where he needed to accumulate strength to hold his breath, now Xiao Zhan seems to have entered a new realm, sending and receiving freely.

(End of this chapter)