Fu Canglu

Chapter 628 Four Seas ([-])

The wind lingers, and a sword breaks out.

The wind and snow in the north blew up, and Yi Xiao broke the connection between Yincheng and Yingyue Little Demon Realm with a sword, and chased out with a gloomy expression.

The wind and frost started at an extremely fast speed, and it had already turned into an extremely small black spot in the distance.

His Highness stepped on the ground and moved, sword energy burst out around the soles of his feet, chasing the wind and snow away.

The Lord of Silver City is a great scourge.

If she is allowed to survive and hide again, no one knows how high the upper limit of taixuxiang is. Even if there is no Yingyue Little Demon Realm, she only needs to escape overseas and find another lonely small world again. Then you can rest your mind safely and renew your incense.

"When the wind and snow meet the sea, Master will hold her back for ten breaths."

There was a voice chasing behind Yi Xiao.

His Highness turned around and saw Ye Shisan chasing after burning his vitality, his voice wrapped in all his strength dissipated in the wind, and the Nanhai Taoist robe was pulled further and further away by him.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng in the distance has already begun to desperately, and the blood energy in his body is burning wildly under the mobilization of Taixu Xiang, and he can't catch up for a while.

Even the distance has the meaning of being stretched.

The "karma" sword energy in His Highness's sleeve robe couldn't hold back, he raised a finger, and shot away, a cloud of blood mist splashed in the distance, and when he chased him, Yi Xiao smashed through the blood mist, but saw the The woman's figure shot faster, completely turning into an invisible point.

She is going overseas?
"The Lord of Yincheng has lost."

When Ye Shisan came back again, he let out a mouthful of foul air, and the tense strings all over his body could finally be loosened.

The magnificent Yincheng in front of me has been turned into ruins. The dark sword light has withdrawn from the sky above Yincheng one by one, and flew towards the lotus cloth in the distance. It is as majestic as the sea, and when it comes to the subtlety of control, it can enter the realm of the slightest.

In terms of cultivation, such a state is hard to fathom.

But definitely worthy of the word sword fairy.

Su Fu and Song Zhiqing rushed into the ruins and brought back Wei Lingshan who was in a coma.

"Miss Wei is all well, but her spirit seems to have suffered a lot. Now she can rest on her own, so there is no need to worry."

Ye Shisan squatted down, checked Wei Lingshan's injuries, took a breath, and said softly, "Junior Sister, how are you?"

The girl in the yellow shirt on the wheelchair looked calm, but closed her eyes and said softly: "Shang Ke, everything is under control."

She reads the mind and the voices of all living beings.

All living things are different.

In the distance, there was an extremely fast voice, carrying heavy snow all over the sky, flying all the way outside Beiyuan, going overseas, that voice was full of anxiety, pain, and the last trace of luck
Is she still lucky?

Young master Xiaotao remained silent, and passed on the location of the snowstorm to his master.

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng is an extraordinary practitioner who walked out of the gate of ghosts, and he has the appearance of emptiness. No one knows what the plan of this great power of ghosts will be if he survives.

The Central Plains cannot tolerate such a person.

If there is a slight chance to kill her, she will never be allowed to flee overseas to live on and wait for a comeback in the future.

Yi Xiao's voice isolated the cause and effect, although it could not be detected, but the only quiet place in this noisy world was particularly prominent.

The distance between the two has become farther and farther.

Even if Master Master took action to stop the Lord of Yincheng, the matter is still not settled.

The woman in the yellow shirt sitting in the wheelchair suddenly frowned.

The wind and snow began to change directions.

"North 75."

"South Twelve"

"Nan Sanqi, no, it's Bei Siyi?"

Her expression became anxious, and under the reading of the mind reading, there was an exactly the same voice among the desperate figure wrapped in the wind and snow?

Then came the second, third, and fourth!

Four voices appeared in Young Master Xiaotao's mind, buzzing loudly, with a loud noise, she spurted a mouthful of blood, her face was pale, but she didn't know which voice to intercept.

Already approaching the sea.

In Young Master Xiaotao's mind, there was a gentle voice.

"Let the commander guard a little bit. There is no need to think about the rest."

This voice made young master Xiaotao feel extremely familiar, but also extremely strange.

The man hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Since he didn't die, there is no need to practice closed meditation for him anymore."

The monk's voice was as gentle as jade, clear and clear as Confucianism: "Even if the Second Highness doesn't ask me, I will do it."

In the heart lake, the monk seemed to turn his head, and said to someone next to him: "Don't worry, the city lord escaped with the string control technique, the strength of the avatar is not too strong, you and I can stop one each. "

The man hummed calmly, and said softly: "Chen Wanjuan got half of my Yingu's Confucianism inheritance, he turned his back on his master and joined Yincheng, and Yi Xiao helped Yingu get rid of the scum of his master. Favor."

Qingshi smiled and hummed.

He said softly: "Then. God Shaoran, please send the poor monk and Dongjun to the sea area to cross paths."

Young Master Xiaotao opened his eyes.

These voices disappeared from Lanling City suddenly, and under invisible fluctuations, they were transmitted to the intersection of the distant sea area, the two points I reported.

There are four avatars in total.
What about another one?
She was a little dazed, and Qingshi's voice came through Xinyitong again.

"For the remaining figure, there is just one person overseas who can stop him."

The Lord of Yincheng already felt that behind him, the terrifying sword energy was getting farther and farther away from him.

With the appearance of the etheric sky, she separated into four clones.

This is her last resort.

There is a little girl in the South China Sea who can read minds, so she should use mind reading to find out her position at this moment, so as to inform her master to intercept her.

It's a pity that stopping one clone is useless, there is no priority among the four clones, only one clone needs to be escaped.

The sea line of South Sanqi.

The woman's eyes shrank slightly, and on the distant sea, there was a person stepping on the blue waves, and the tides piled up, gradually forming a huge water building, towering a hundred feet high.

The South China Sea Chess Master stood on top of the water building with a calm expression, his grandmaster's aura was completely restrained.

"If you escape without your body, maybe I can't stop you."

Wei Qi cupped his hands in his sleeves, looked at the snow-storm figure that was shooting towards him, and stomped his feet lightly. Countless seas were turned upside down, and a prison was built to imprison himself and this clone.

He smiled and said, "Now, please stop."

The first clone arrived at the sea line of Nansanqi, which was the fastest straight line.

No way.

There are three paths left.

South Twelve.

This escape route has to go around a little farther.

The journey was peaceful and silent.

Yi Xiao still couldn't catch up behind him.

The Lord of Yincheng's complexion suddenly became gloomy. She raised her head and saw a monk with delicate features sitting on the reef of Nanshier in the distance.

The monk was wearing a green shirt, sitting on the reef, he couldn't see the level of his realm, like a big rock that had been born by the sea since ancient times, as peaceful as an old turtle, dead and silent.

There is such a little bit of "quietness".

After the fire in Lujia Town, Qingshi practiced closed-mouth meditation, and Darong Temple ignored the affairs of the world, and no one knew how far this Bodhisattva's cultivation had reached.

A great distance away.

The voice of the Lord of Yincheng suppressed his fury, and he paused every word: "How dare you stop me?"

The distance between the two is getting closer.

Still ignoring Qingshi, he sat on the reef, slowly clasped his hands together, and his sleeves were swept away behind him by the strong wind.

The figure of the Lord of Yincheng turned into countless snowstorms, more like a crossbow bolt shot out quickly.

Qingshi slowly stretched out a hand and clenched his fist.

Very slow versus very fast.

He punched it down.

beat on the snow
"Boom!!!"

The world is quiet.

The sea line of North Siyi.

Incredibly quiet.

The Lord of Yincheng did not advance as fast as before.

Because in front of her, a young man in a black robe stood long ago. He slowly removed the Chunlei guqin from his back and stuck it vertically in the sea sand.

The ebb and flow.

The Lord of Yincheng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Two of the four avatars have gone.

The South China Sea Chess Master has entered the realm of the Grand Master, and the one who practiced the closed mantra is the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha.

The black-robed man in front of him had the same aura as Qingshi. He had met once before Luoyang City, and he seemed to be a disciple of the Great Inheritance.

"I come from Yingu, and I am a teacher of Lord Qin." Wang Xuezhai pressed one hand on the end of Chunlei Qin, and his black robe fluttered gently with the sea breeze: "I know that the Lord of Fengxue Silver City is no longer the City Lord of Fengxue Silver City, but since you use With this body, I have some debts, and I still have to settle with you."

During the Shifu period, Lord Qin fought fiercely with the first-generation city lord for three days and three nights, and was finally smashed to pieces in the Purple Mansion.

The sound of thunder shook the sky and earth, and every grain of sea sand within tens of meters of the coastline was shaken.

Dongjun said with a blank face.

"This is a feud."

North 75.

This is the furthest way.

Behind Yincheng City Lord, the sword energy brought a strong sense of oppression.

Yi Xiao, who was behind her, chose a direction among the four directions, which was the farthest direction.

At this moment, Yi Xiao is chasing after his clone.

Sweeping all the way, the remaining three clones have all been stopped.

And this avatar stepped on the sea very smoothly, Piyi moved forward, and two waves splashed out behind him, mighty and powerful, and the wind and snow were heavy.

The Lord of Yincheng breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was still a little anxious.

She could no longer distance herself from the "karma" sword energy behind her.

And when she raised her head, she saw an island in the distance, and before she could be overjoyed, she narrowed her eyes solemnly.

The island was filled with sword energy.

There was a young man with three ancient swords hanging from his waist. He swept out from the island, his white hair fluttering, and he stepped on the sea.

The sword energy is flying, countless sea water is boiling to follow, and thousands of flying swords leap out from the bottom of the sea, row upon row, mighty and mighty, covering the sky and the sun!

Wan Jian followed.

The world is boiling.

(End of this chapter)