Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 156

The handle of the knife fell to the ground, and the golden light spread.

A strong divine power of incense pierced Li Congyun's eyebrows like needles, as if his cultivation base was low, and he couldn't look directly at the golden body standing in front of him. He put away the coldness just now, even smiled, and his face was dignified.

There was dead silence around, and the whistling wind stopped in an instant. Ming Hui, who was lying on the ground, let out a sigh of relief, but his eyes showed an expression of disbelief. He had never seen Chen Yuan before, and only occasionally heard from his teachers and uncles. Knowing that his skill of invoking gods can be said to be the pinnacle, the gods and men he summoned are different, and the number of gods and men he summoned at the moment made him dare not express his anger.

The surrounding houses stopped when they heard the movement outside, one by one pushed open the gaps in the window lattices to peek, almost all of their sights were focused on the faintly blooming golden light, the fairy belt fluttering, and the figure holding a dragon knife groaned, and felt My eyes were hot, so I quickly closed the window, not daring to look any further.

In the dormitory, Xu Huaiyu's face turned red with excitement, this man of God was the one who killed Hu back then, he dragged his wife and excitedly talked through the window.

At this time, in the street outside, Li Congyun kicked the white snake away, straightened his body, and stretched out his hand towards the temple to grab it, like an ancient sword chasing a man and a cow.

In an instant, it turned into an afterimage and landed in his hands. Looking at the sword body carved with magic patterns, the old man snorted coldly: "It's been so long, and I can't even kill a man and a cow. It's a waste!"

Gu Jian did not respond.

Li Congyun had his own arrogance, holding the Tianwu sword slanted to his side, strode to the middle of the street, and looked at Zhenjun Temple: "Hehe... this is the most powerful god man?!"

Chen Yuan shook her head: "It doesn't count. But it's enough to kill you." After saying that, she leaned slightly to one side, and said loudly, "Thank you, Emperor Jiang Mo!"

"The old man wants to learn!"

As soon as the "teaching" fell, the old man slanted the ancient sword with dharma light, and gradually separated from his hand. As the old man walked towards the Zhenjun Temple, the sword light became more and more intense, and then flew out, turning into a dark light towards the temple gate The several feet figure rushed over.

when!
The huge blade was lifted up, and when it fell, it was a slash. The terrifying blade pressed the ancient sword and flew out. The old man jumped up and held the hilt of the sword, and passed it forward.

The loud sound of "bang" exploded in Guan Gong's Dharma body, amidst the flying smoke and dust, the huge dragon knife slashed furiously from top to bottom. The people shouted in horror, but found that nothing had been damaged, not even a single tile had fallen.

However, the howling wind really hit the old man, shaking him in mid-air.

"OK!"

Li Congyun laughed in the air, and the ancient sword in his hand led him rushing towards the night sky. The light of the law flashed over the Zhenjun Temple. The old man held the hilt of the sword from top to bottom, and cut through the night rapidly. , squeezed the air to form a gangster wind, bringing out a roar, the ancient sword was held in his hand, and fell from the sky.

——The Heavenly Sword Falls into the Mortal Dust!

boom!
The air sank, and there was a huge roar. The golden body tens of feet in front of the temple was instantly swallowed by the sword light and the magic light. Flying up, falling to the street is full of crackling and crackling sounds.

"What kind of god is nothing more than that!"

The old man with disheveled hair got up from the ground with a sword in his hand, and grinned as he watched the golden body disappearing in front of him.

While revealing Chen Yuan's figure, in front of him is Guan Yu, who is leaning on a knife and caressing his beard, in a gold-rimmed green robe, with a built-in crotch animal pattern armor, wearing cloud boots under his feet, and the dragon knife in his hand hangs slightly to the ground.

"It hasn't dissipated...but it's also interesting!"

The old man slammed down heavily, and his figure exploded again, transforming into an afterimage and rushing away, at the same time, the suspended Sky Misty Sword also rushed along with the old man.

"Native chicken and tile dog!" It was a deep voice like an ancient bell.

The moment Chen Yuan opened her eyes, Guan Yu's slightly closed eyelids in front of her opened suddenly, revealing a killing intent. The next moment, she stepped forward, and the dragon knife dragged across the ground to draw a ravine.

Then, the humming of the blade turned into a dragon chant.

Almost at the moment when the old man and the ancient sword charged, the Qinglong Yanyue roared up, and in the flashing thunder, the heavy blade slashed fiercely at the sword, as if in a hallucination, a green dragon with the thickness of an arm rushed out from the blade, and it was the same as the ancient sword. The sword strikes meandered in the air.

Down below, Guan Yu waved the dragon sword in his hand, the sound of metal and iron clanging, exploded in the dark street, the shadows of the sword, magic light, palm, and fist were crazily fighting under the green dragon and the ancient sword, and the old man slapped the sword with his palm Facing him, he pushed the dragon knife back, and the sword finger aroused the sword energy to stab the opponent's forehead. Guan Yu pressed his shoulder with his backhand and knocked him away. , with the sound of metal friction, the green dragon drew a series of sparks and bounced against the old man's chest.

The blade brushed against the old man, and it hung on the ground with a buzzing sound, emitting bursts of white air.

Guan Yu pulled his saber diagonally, and abruptly sent the opponent flying, hitting the street, bouncing a few times and crashing through the shop on the opposite side, and overturning a table and chair, Li Congyun stopped.

Over there, Guan Yu walked to the dilapidated shop stepping on a pile of debris, looking at the mess inside and the old man's body buried in the wreckage, Lying Silkworm frowned slightly.

"... so unbeaten?"

At the same time as he murmured, the phoenix's eyes widened, and the moment he turned his head, there was an old man's spirit floating in the air, and the ancient sword entangled with the green dragon flew in front of him in an instant, and the sword screamed loudly.

Yuanshen out of body!

Li Congyun Yuanshen grasped the hilt of the sword and disappeared instantly, before approaching Chen Yuan in a flash.

"Apprentice!"

"Moo!"

The old cow rushed from the side with the crazy old man on his back. The bull's horn slammed against the sword, and the tip of the horn was cut off in an instant. An old hand followed closely, pinching the ancient sword that had lost a little mana. In an instant, the old cow carried the crazy old man and grabbed the ancient sword and rushed to the side without stopping.

Li Congyun's primordial spirit looked at the empty hand, let out a silent cry, and directly slammed into Chen Yuan with the body of the divine soul. Chen Yuan was still surprised, but when she realized it, her fingertips lit up with magic light, and she pressed against the opponent's chest. The latter inserted one hand directly into Chen Yuan's upper body, pinched his heart, and frantically pushed into the temple.

"You call out the gods and men to be strong, but you forgot that you are far behind the old man!"

The soul of the old man was a little crazy, and he pushed all the way, knocking all the wooden sculptures that jumped to intercept them out of Chen Yuan's body, and pushed him directly on the altar.

"...Yuanying, you don't even have this little defense, and you won't be wronged if you die!"

Chen Yuan's heart ached unbearably. Looking at the old man with a silhouette but no substance in front of him, she wanted to gather mana, but it was difficult to gather mana under the severe pain. The other hand pressed her forehead and hit the back of her head with a bang. on the idol.

Hahaha!
"I beat you to death!!" Li Congyun grinned maniacally, pressed Chen Yuan's head and kept hitting the statue, "I beat you to death in this temple—"

"Mice!" Guan Yu charged upside down with the green dragon turning into a blue light.

On the street, the white snake twisted and crawled with difficulty; Ming Hui's face was covered with blood, he stumbled up from the ground, pulled out the magic sword from the tree, and walked to the Zhenjun Temple, leaving behind the trembling Wuguzhu in pain.

Over there, amidst the bang bang bang bang, the old man said: "... crashed to death in this temple!" After the words fell, Chen Yuan, who was pinched by him in his hands, trembled suddenly.

The dark wind whimpered and blew, and all the ever-burning lamps in the temple were suddenly extinguished.

Li Congyun, who noticed the change, stopped his movements, and when his eyes moved around, he lay on his back on the altar. Chen Yuan, who was bleeding blood, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said weak words out of his mouth.

"Hehe... hit me to death..."

The words came out, but in the ears of people, they gradually turned into a hoarse voice like chewing iron, and became louder.

"...Who is going to kill me?!"

In Li Congyun's eyes, Chen Yuan slowly stood up straight, and at the same time as the hoarse voice sounded from behind him, a phantom figure of a champion in red gown, wearing black gauze, iron face and curly temples came out of the ground, with a murderous figure around his waist. The ghost gold mace and the demon-subduing iron whip swayed lightly, and a demon-swinging sword in his hand slapped on the altar, his eyes were like copper bells, shooting out lightning, looking at the soul of the old man opposite, he opened his scarlet mouth.

"is it you?!"

(End of this chapter)