Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 923

The Demon Realm only sent one swordsman. Naturally, the Demon Realm has the idea. There are three giant demon gods in the Zhanyun Realm. The threat to the masters may be limited, but it is extremely effective against ordinary demon soldiers. They are not afraid of the Demon Realm suddenly sending troops east. .

The swordsman only aimed at the ancient Buddhist temple, which was to show his position.

This is the grievance between the demon world and Buddhism.

Because of this, the swordsman fought with the people from the Zhanyun Realm, so he would injure him but not kill him, and the Fengzuo from Zhanyun Realm didn't attack him, to prevent the Demon Realm from learning more specific information.

After all, once the two sides start a large-scale battle, their geographical location will definitely bear the brunt.

What is false is real, and what is real is false.

Yuyu Tianjiao has already played a deterrent effect.

Although Luo Hou was in Tiandu, he saw these things clearly.

Based on his years of understanding of the demons, it stands to reason that they shouldn't be so cautious. It is the style of the demons to act first when things go wrong. It seems that the demons are afraid of something as they are doing at every step.

In other words, large-scale battles would do more harm than good to the demons, so the Year of the Skeleton would show his position with actions.

The ancient temples in Xiwulin were destroyed, and the lives of the people under the rule would also be affected. During this period, the Tiandu side was in charge of these matters, because the Buddhist side was not only rectifying internally, but also actively preparing for war.

This move even pushed Tiandu from the side and accelerated the progress of the unification of Xiwulin to a certain extent, but this is not necessarily a good thing.

Too fast unification will lead to internal instability. Even if Tiandu can cultivate talents from within, with the official academies, it will not be able to get so many people for grassroots management at once.

Especially, after Huai Sheng Qi Ao and others left, the current situation will become more complicated.

It can be seen from this that the Demon Realm's understanding of Xiwulin is much deeper than most people think, and Wu Wushang's going out this time is not just to discuss swords, but also represents Tiandu's attitude.

Jun Fengqing also understood this point, what he said to Luo Hou meant whether or not someone should take care of him.

After all, he is really not good at fighting.

As a result, his sense of smell in related areas is worse than that of people like Luo Hou and Huai Sheng Qi'ao. It is purely because of their different skills and has little to do with their personal abilities.

Jun Fengqing was relieved by the answer he got.

Luohu used to be able to speak normally, but when most people around him often spoke abnormally, and his own reading volume was also increasing, this caused him to occasionally talk in a detour.

Jun Fengqing is very happy to see this. He is afraid that when Ningyuan and the others return to the Siqi Realm in the future, he will also go back for a fortune. At that time, the elder brother who has fewer people to help him will not be able to manage Tiandu well because of his lack of ability. There are things that can happen.

Therefore, under the premise of not affecting his practice, Jun Fengqing would often change ways to give a certain Tiandu Martial Lord some strength.

It's a pity that I couldn't poach the junior brother named Lonely Hou.

Otherwise, things would be much easier. With the personality of the eldest brother, even if he has read a lot of books, if he doesn't have a think tank by his side, he will still suffer a lot.

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In the endless desert, undulating sand dunes can be seen everywhere. The yellow sand dances with the wind, forming ripples of different shades on the ground. The sunset at the end of the line of sight is close to the ridgeline of the desert, making the earth darkened Gloomy, revealing a layer of deep red.

The ripples on the sand suddenly solidified, and a person with a sword, stepping on the yellow sand, walked slowly from the sky.

Suddenly.

"The tired and Confucian heart leans on the spring, and listens to the sound of the waves and beats the shore diligently; the artistic conception of Changfeng's drunken dance, singing with the wind for thousands of years."

Pieces of snow fell, and amidst the light poetry, another figure also set foot on this land.

The sun was setting, the crimson on the earth had completely receded, and the rising slanting moon reflected the coldness of the place.

The heart is restless, and the sword is clanging.

"Your sword has reached its peak. If you can't see through it with your eyes, you will only have to look back in this life, and there will be no future."

Looking at the swordsman wearing the red mask, Chu Wushang pressed his right hand on the hilt of the ink sword, speaking very plainly.

However, the answer I got was——

"Rugged Hell Bone, Dou Zun's Demonic Appearance Skeleton Year!"

After the words fell, the person who came drew his sword out of its sheath, and the prelude to the battle began. He didn't intend to say much at all, and a sword qi slashed out, creating a sandstorm with Pei Ran's demonic energy.

"Ink sword and iron saliva, listen to the wind for thousands of years without injury."

After the gap, the sword weaves to the beautiful killing environment, the color of the world changes, and the surrounding world is like falling into an ink illusion.

Starting the move move, the sorrowful and final spirit of heaven and earth manifests, before the move can be made without injury, the diffuse final sword intent will first take away the will to live of people.

The figures of the two rushed out at the same time, and the spreading meaning of the end collided with the oncoming conception of death.

The swords clashed, and the figures intertwined.

The black sword, iron saliva and the jagged hell bone blade kept fighting, and in the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of moves. Amid the constantly rolling black storm and the explosive roar, the two people who were entangled in the realm of ink and wash passed by each other.

Immediately, the two turned around at the same time, swung their swords, and moved out.

clang!
The sword's edge collided again, and the sword body shook violently, making a screaming sound.

"The confused sound of the sword will make you stop here, and let this hearty battle mark the end of your sword."

"Can't understand!"

"If you can't calm down, you won't be able to see the beauty in the wind and snow."

"Whispering! What a beauty, I only believe in my own sword!"

"Ten moves will determine your victory or defeat."

"Humph!"

Skeleton Nian snorted coldly, the blade of the sword in his hand flicked, and the jagged hell bone was stretched out, and the odd-shaped blade pierced straight into the chest of Wu Wuhuang.

However, the swordsman did not dodge or dodge, flipped his wrist at the same time, erected the black sword to block, spat out the sword intent lightly, forced the attacking sword edge, and then swung the sword to sweep out, slashing towards the opponent's throat.

I saw the right arm of the skeleton sinking...

at this time!

The edge of the sword that Chu Wushang handed out was slightly deflected, avoiding the downward impact of the hilt, and then stepped forward to stab three points into his left shoulder.

In an instant, blood gushed like a fountain.

Ku Xiannian didn't care about this, and immediately changed his tactics, wiping the horizontal sword towards Chu Wushang's throat.

When there was no time to spare, Su Wushang leaned back hurriedly, and at the same time withdrew the ink sword, the sword edge of the jagged hell bone passed close to the face, and the sharp light cut off a strand of silver hair.

Immediately, I saw Chu Wushang flick his wrist, and the ink sword pierced towards the lower abdomen of the skeleton from an unimaginable angle, trying to break his dantian.

Dou Zun's demon figure flashed sideways.

laugh!
The blade of the ink sword brushed against the waist on the right side, tearing the clothes and leaving a scar at the same time.

The moves and styles in the world are all covered by a book of martial arts theory, unless they are fighting with each other, otherwise, when their lineage fights outside, they will hardly find their disadvantages in terms of moves.

Ding Ding Ding!
The sword's edge was handed over several times, but they couldn't gain any advantage. The Kuku Nian used the force of the shock to withdraw, and his figure retreated to tens of feet away.

"The next move is the eighth move in this battle." Shu Wushang reminded: "In the final sword state, you have no chance of winning."

Today's Final Sword Realm is not a realm that people understand, but it is created by his own sword intent, which is formed by the mind, supplemented by the blessing of heart and mind.

If you can't beat him in this respect, you won't be able to break through his sword state.

(End of this chapter)