As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.
Anyone can see that Dugu Ji was in blood and even stood up, and dared to fight Du Wunian, the chief of Feiyu Peak Wu's generation and the number one master of the Qigong Palace, did not take the Nine Veins of the Dragon Court at all.
Du Wunian's phoenix eyes were filled with anger, and he said coldly: Given the current situation of Master Shiqi, I am afraid that Du is not worthy of Du's attack.Different colors and strange colors, escort the two of you down the mountain!The two people named are the first second seat for the Feiyu Fengse generation.
The tall young man who led two rows of disciples agreed in unison. Nalan, who was on the front of the left, raised his strange eyebrows slightly and turned a wink. More than a dozen disciples behind him flew out quickly, and the clanging sound fell, spreading around Dugu Ji and Axue. Everyone was erecting a bright long sword, and the intimidation was self-evident.
Wei Wuyin was also in the circumference and snorted coldly: Why, even I want to take it together?
Tang Qise, a member of the Yulong clan of the Du County of Tang Du County, turned the hilt of the sword and bowed: I will never dare.In order not to disturb the distinguished guests, please do not make things difficult for the disciples.
In terms of qualifications, I am still old and I am a little older. Before being taken away by the Qiliner in Fengyunxia, I was always the leader of the Wu generation. Although I seem to be rough and generous, my mind is not full of slightness.
Feiyu Peak is far from the sky wall. He has been in seclusion for many years. He only changed his clothes and combed his hair when he heard the alarm bell. He stepped out of the thatched cottage. It was helpless to be late. No one expected that Kuang Wuxiang could hit Zhishiguan in a short time.
But Du Wunian doesn't want to fight with Shiqi, no matter now or in the future.Compared with Qigong, personal success or failure, honor and disgrace seem to him insignificant.
Xi Wuquan met Gu Wansong in Baicheng Mountain and judged that the Seventeenth Master would personally send the Mao clan's proton to Longting Mountain. It is not a rumor, so he would report it with an eagle book.
The court did not recruit Dugu Ji, and Gu Wansong used any tricks to incite the Seventeenth Master to get involved. Since it was not sent by the official family, the best way was to ignore it, hide Dugu Ji and find people, and bring the proton back to Baicheng Mountain in a mess.
Kuang Wuxiang's appearance disrupted the chess game, but the situation still remained unchanged.
Unless the Seventeenth Master shows his imperial edict and Longting Mountain has nothing else to do, he will find a reason to give it up. The hot potato returns to Gu Wansong, and the Qigong is waiting for his work, and still has the advantage in the struggle.
The Demon of the Box Sword does not need this victory, what he wants is Dugu Ji to retreat without knowing the difficulties.
Unexpectedly, the former champion Hou and General of the Cavalry, the Seventeenth Master, who is also the number one figure, is just a jealous person in his bones.He doesn't even care about making things difficult for him, and he is still afraid of making things difficult for you?
It seems that your food and drinks are out of the way today.I smacked my lips when I said this, as if I was very sorry.
Dugu Ji raised his hand, suppressed Wei Wuyin's desire to speak, and turned around and shouted: Hello, do you keep your words true?You can't be the master of your own business, and you can ask someone who can talk about it.If you don’t have any intention of intercourse, you should be a drunk man’s nonsense. Why should you degrade yourself?
Nalan frowned slightly in a strange look and waved his hand: Please, Marquis.All he recruited were the younger elites of Feiyu Peak. Once the long sword was released, his arms were very stable, and he didn't even have a slight sway. The surround seemed loose, but there was no gap in the gap that broke out from the scope of the two swords' attack. If there was a set of brilliant formations hidden, it would be no surprise at all.
Fengyunxia always boasts of himself as an elite, and uses genius as a target for choosing disciples to teach skills, and he will always look down on the hard work of ordinary people.Wei Wuyin saw that the formation was dangerous and thought to herself: Feiyu Peak has no choice of talents, and fighting alone is far inferior to Fengyun Gorge.But once this "out of the ash into the mirage" formation is activated, it will be like an iron barrel and cannot be broken. With the current fatigue of the Seventeenth Master, he will be worn to death.
Dugu Ji's body shook lightly, his tiger's eyes were half closed, and he looked like he was slightly drunk. After a while, there was a blood stain on his boots. I haven't heard of Du Wunian's reply, and he smiled lazyly: Well, then you can get out of the way if you can talk and let's break it.Tang Qise couldn't bear it anymore: What did you say!Suddenly, the cold eyes flashed, and the senior brother shouted in panic: ... Formation!Without thinking, a sword that hits the face!
The clanging sound was as dense as a pearl, Tang Qise's tiger's mouth was painful, and his thumb seemed to be torn off. The huge force of the impact injured his wrist, elbow, shoulder, and the long sword was released from his hand and he was straight and straight. His right arm was hanging on his side and could not be raised again.
The mountain mist blew by, and thirteen green steel swords that were inserted into the ground kowtowed in the wind, buzzing and shaking.
Nalan's face was pale, and his hands pressed the empty sword sheath, looking at the tip of the sword in his throat, cold sweat dripped, shattering the sword crest as smooth as a mirror.
He was the only person in the circle who had not drawn his sword, and Dugu Ji must have taken the sword by his waist.
The young man couldn't understand: Why did the thirteen junior brothers holding swords, including Tang Qise, who was as strong as him, win over the weapons in the blink of an eye, and even the formation was not enough to be activated?
The strong wind whistled behind him, and Nalan was so angry that she was suddenly lifted out by a powerful force.
The person who came stepped on the ground with his boots, which shocked the remaining thirteen people staggered back until they were more than a meter away. The iron sand roared down like a ground, and it was so deafening that it was blown away, and his body was filled with blood: ... You retreat!Not the Box Sword Demon, who is Du Wunian?
Dugu Ji raised his mouth, his eyes shone brightly, and he laughed with his sword: Good come!Without dodging or avoiding, he pierced his sword towards Du Wunian's chest.
The wide sleeves of Wunian's robe were splattered in a roll, and the tip of the sword that was forced by the cold light suddenly turned into the sea like a mud cow, turning into the shadow of the robe.
Before everyone could burst out the sound of the excitement, Duguji's figure shook, and another Duguji came out of thin air. He pulled up a long sword that was shaking and looked at Duwunian's chest!
(……What!)
Du Wunian grabbed the tip of the second place Du Gu Ji, which felt cold and hard, and was definitely not a phantom; then he was only stuck, and the seven Du Gu Ji surrounded him in the center. The seven swords arrived at the same time, Du Wunian roared and swung his arms, and broke the tip of the seven fine steel swords in one go. Du Gu Ji fell in all directions and disappeared invisible.
Before he had changed his breath, seven Dugu Ji appeared again. After the seven long swords pierced Du Wunian's robe and sleeves, they were broken by force, and their left shoulder, right leg and waist were all red; the eighth place Dugu Ji showed off the afterimage, silently handed out a sword, hitting the vital point of the chest, but it was difficult to penetrate the tip of the sword.
The mountain wind blew away the butterfly-like robe cracks. Du Wunian's right palm blocked his chest and caught the tip of the sword. His right arm, which was tangled with muscles, exuded a strange dark purple color, and was covered with talisman-like mud gold tattoos. With the skills of the Seventeenth Master, he could not even cut the oily skin, and he was invulnerable to swords and guns.
Dugu Ji followed the trend and urged him, but the iron palm did not move. Two huge force clamped, and the long sword that was bent like a bow was immediately broken into several pieces.
Du Wunian is easy to defend and attack, and one punch will swing Dugu Ji to scatter.
Master Seventeen pulled Axue and Wei Wuyin out three meters away, looked at Zi'er from afar, and tsk him out loud: Damn, there is such an evil thing!How did you do that hand?
Wei Wuyin couldn't help rolling her eyes: When it comes to evil, are you qualified to talk about others?After all, he had no choice and pulled A Xue back aside to avoid the influence of the dragon and tiger.
These few times, the rabbits rose and fell, and the purple gold arm that was hard to hurt was vivid in my mind. Ying Feng was so beautiful that he could not get down, and his eyes were fixed on the battle group, fearing that he would miss a little.
Du Wunian's shirt and robe were stirred by a sharp sword, and his strong upper body was naked. The strange color of the purple arms was stopped by a circle of golden tattoos on his shoulders, and did not spread to the bronze chest, like a water stop line; from now on, to the fingertips, there were deep purple gold patterns, like a purple beast entangled by circles of gold chains, forming the shape of an arm, but it was not a human body.
The factions on Longting Mountain are separated and each is not affiliated. Although the name of the Box Sword Demon is known, it is rare for Ying Fengse to see this master who has been in seclusion for many years. He is not very clear about his martial arts skills and only knows his profound cultivation. He is the number one master of the Qigong Palace at present. Judging from the surprise reaction of the disciples of Feiyu Peak, it is probably the first time he has seen the Zijin Arm, let alone fighting with others.
But Du Wunian was shocked, but he was far above others.
I thought Dugu Ji used some kind of illusion, the rhinoceros and purple crest, the golden arm, and the poison is invincible, and the sword is hard to hurt. If you have any weakness, it is a miraculous effect that has no resistance to the ecstasy.
But the broken swords that had been around for two turns show that Duguji did use them, rather than a trick to transfer flowers and trees.
This move is called "Sword of Seven Killings".As if he saw through his opponent's thoughts, the Seventeenth Master lowered his head and moved his fingers, saying it to Du Wunian, and it seemed to be telling it to himself.I can't understand the realms described by my brother back then until today.It turns out... this is something that can be done, not nonsense.
I have never looked down on you, nor do I look down on Qigong.But I always thought this "Sword in the Failure" was a masterpiece of swordsmanship. I had never used more than three styles in my life, and now I realize that it is ridiculously wrong.The Seven Killing Sword is just the seventh style of the defeated sword. Do you really want to confirm the tenth style with me?
There is no martial art in the world that can transform seven living clones out of thin air; if there is really, it is magic, which has long been beyond the scope of martial arts, so the truth of the Seven Killing Sword is only one possibility: an incredibly fast speed.
Dugu Ji's shoulders were slightly hunched, not only his palms, but his whole body was trembling, as if he was addicted to alcohol, but no one dared to look down on him.
No matter how serious the injury is, or whether he will fall down, this man's martial arts are like a terrifying existence in the eyes of mortals.
Master Qiqi opened his eyes hard and his dim gaze swept across the audience. Everyone was seen and their scalp was numb and they didn't move.
Can the Mao people bite you?Look at him, he is just a kid.He pointed to A Xue in the distance and murmured: Before this kid left Xishan, his mother and his family were killed by the Han family; the escort team had already changed several groups of people before arriving in Yangtu... It seems that Xishan's house is like you, some stupid guys who are not very clear-headed, specializing in picking soft persimmons, but dare not point directly to the root cause.
The one who sent him was the court, my emperor and master, and the old man Tao Yuanzheng who killed thousands of swords!If you have sex, you will rebel. What kind of good guy is bullying children?If you kill this kid, are you afraid that the huge Western Hills Korean clan will not be able to pick up the second unlucky egg?He drove me down the mountain, and Gu Wansong turned around and urged someone else to leave. One and five others came. After leaving, the seventeenth master changed to the eighteenth master and the nineteenth master... he would always change to the imperial court's iron horse.Will you only have to rebel until then, or will you kneel down to a million heroes be considered an explanation?
Every word in his words is a death sentence. Even if the Finger Sword Palace, which stands at the top of the martial arts of the East China Sea, no one dares to respond.But everyone knows this is the reason.
Tao Xiang would never give up, and Han Song, the general of Zhenxi, could not stop there. The mere martial arts world seems to be worth a joke in the temple.
What is the backbone of the scale clan?
What is the pride of a thousand years?
The Qigong would sooner or later, and it might not be embarrassing to kneel on the seven-style defeated sword. Kneeling before the imperial cavalry, the four hundred years of foundation will come to an end. From then on, the Fengse clenched his fists. No matter how angry or unwilling, there was no refutation.
Master Seventeen is right.
The glory of the scale clan has passed away, and even the last glory of the Wuji Tianfeng should be useless has disappeared for many years, and life and death are hard to tell.
The Mao tribe's proton was presented as a decoration, and for more than ten or twenty years, the Qi Palace was still the Qi Palace of the Scales tribe; the Tao and Han disputes, and even the conflict between the court and the West Mountain, had no breakthroughs, so they were fighting elsewhere else, and they would not have to pay the entire Longting Mountain.
Wei Wuyin closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and sighed silently.
A wise choice is always there, and the hardest thing is to let go.
As the proudest branch of Fengyunxia in the nine veins of the Dragon Court, no one can understand more deeply how difficult this choice is.
The Qigongmen who surrounded the square, no matter the young disciples of the Se generation, or the elder Pishou who did not have a name, were speechless.
The wind knife swept down the huge sky wall until the loud laughter broke the uncomfortable dead silence.
The Marquis rebelled twice, and implicated countless soldiers. It was not surprising that he made this crazy and rebellious theory.The tall and mighty man in purple put away his laughter, cast a bold look, and looked directly at the shaking young man.
People like him can exude a powerful aura without roaring with their eyes, which makes everyone in the Qigong feel refreshed.
The Qigong abides by the national laws and obeys the court. If the marquis has a priest, we should go out to welcome ten miles and wait for each other. If this is the case, the marquis will be alone and break into the mountains to provoke. Even if the nine veins of the dragon court are defeated, they will not want to be in the foundation of their ancestors for four hundred years. How can they kneel down and be slaughtered by others!
I took a step forward, put my arms on my chest, and raised my breath and opened my voice: The world is in the world, and today it was the Marquis who offended me, not the strange palace to seek war!We cannot decide whether to be enemies or friends.If an outsider fights to the Marquis’ house, I would like to ask the Marquis, is it not a war?Who wins and who loses, what does it do!
The whole audience was quiet and shouted loudly, and the sound of the cheers rang through the sky.
Even though the people in Qigong knew that Dugu Ji was invincible in fighting alone, they were no longer worried that the elders would be defeated and their faces were ruined. They all had their blood and were hard to suppress.
Even if he is regarded as a pawn of political struggle, he has no choice but to let the barbarians of the Yangtu see the spirit of the scale clan!
Who wins and who loses, what does it have to do with this!
The nine veins of Yangshan Mountain, subdue demons and relieve disasters!
...Please wait for a fight for me!
There are corpses who died in battle in Longting Mountain, but no ministers who bow their heads!
Even though Wei Wuyin was as clever as a tongue, he had nothing to say for a moment. He knew that this battle was inevitable and said with a wry smile: Hey, hey, hey, hey, it’s just a martial arts competition, there is no unilateral hatred, there is no need to fight for his life. Suddenly, Du Wunian bit the tip of the index finger of his left hand, dipped his blood and wrote on his right wrist, calming his energy, his eyes drooped, and his nose and forehead were slightly sweaty, as if he was enduring some severe pain.
Unlike the Du Wunian faction, he may not have seen this last few times throughout the year. He has never looked at this rhinoceros purple gold arm up close, but the confidential documents related to Qianlin Society were given by his senior brother. Wei Wuyin treasured them and he could recite them thoroughly in the morning.
Rhinoceros purple and clouds refer to the strange skin color, just like rhinoceros skin purple.
The skull is an ancient bronze tripod wine vessel, pronounced as thunder sound. It is said on the mountain that the golden tattoo on the arm is engraved like a bronze ware, hence the name.
Wei Wuyin knew that the truth was not the case.
But when I was young, I got this purple arm and was rescued by a Taoist You Fang when I was dying.
The man knew the origin of the purple arm and had a deep relationship with Longting Mountain. He then broke up an extremely precious ancient heterogeneous gold jar, grind it into lacquer mud, and copied the talisman on Du Wunian's right arm to suppress the demons and nightmare above him. He thought about it and took him to Longting Mountain to prevent future troubles.
...So, that purple arm is not only invulnerable, but also troublesome?Wei Wuyin had never fought with Du Wunian, but his senior brother had fought several times, and his miserable appearance with a bruised nose and a swollen face was unforgettable.
Ying Wuyou reacted faster than the ghostly junior brother. He also remembered the misery that time, but he didn't care much and smiled.
Things are unusual and there must be monsters.How can power be obtained out of thin air?Du Wunian himself may not know it.
But our Qianlin Society knows it.
Wei Wuyin couldn't help but feel a little complacent about his senior brother pulling him into this secret association, rather than Chu Laosan.This means who is the one who deserves to rely on in the senior brother’s mind.
Qianlin Society does not exist on the table. Anyone who dares to mention it in front of the elders will definitely be severely scolded or even punished.
But all disciples circulate: Qianlin Society transcends the limit of the sect's sect. Only the most outstanding disciples in each generation can be recruited, and you cannot refuse.
It is said that they even have an exclusive secret room in the hinterland palace of the mountain where the sky is open. If you know how noble and transcendent it is to the elders’ discussion!
The saying that the Lord of the Qi Palace and the Elders of Zishou who had been young were all members of the Qianlin Society. Wei Wuyin had heard of it in Fengyunxia or other sects.
Chu Wuming had no reaction to this and was as indifferent as other things.Wei Wuyin felt that Chu Laosan didn't believe in the Qianlin Society at all, and it was only said that the law of nature was obvious.
In addition to the senior brother who led the door, you should be useless, Wei Wuyin doesn’t know who else has this section, which is consistent with the legend.
People in Qianlin Society do not know each other, but can be identified through special signs and gestures. After all, secret associations are not for people to gather together to keep warm, but are more of an identity mark to highlight the best group of people on the mountain. If necessary, they can work together and not be confined by the clan.
But our Qianlin Society knows it.You should sit up the book without any use and recite it again according to his words.Wei Wuyin heard this and suddenly understood.
’know’ is very heavy.When faced with cruel things, most people would rather not know them.Ying Wuyou saw his junior brother's enlightenment, took a leisurely attitude, and said seriously: Therefore, those who know must take responsibility.If one day, Wunian must know, we have to tell him that the 'Rhinoceros purple gold arm' is not a gift from the sky, but a disaster; when it is necessary, we must subdue the demons and calm the disaster... Do you remember, no sound?Wei Wuyin came to his senses.Du Wunian had finished writing, and the golden tattoo surrounding his wrist, like a bracelet, suddenly jumped a few times, as if melted by blood. The blood seal mixed with mud and gold traces retreated to the lower arms and elbows, and was quickly absorbed by other tattoos.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wei Wuyin always felt that Du Wunian's right palm suddenly swollen, and under the dark purple skin, countless dung beetles seemed to crawl through the flesh, almost unable to maintain the original shape of fingers and palms; Du Wunian curled up his shoulders and chest, holding the violently deformed right hand twitched and spasmed, and biting a string of dull pain between his steel teeth, like a wounded beast.
Wei Wuyin thought of the confidential document and felt cold in her heart. She didn't care about her lack of internal strength. She rushed to the two people who were about to fight in the field and shouted: Stop... Don't fight!I am alone and I don’t want to destroy Longting Mountain?Suppress that thing quickly and don’t let it dominate you... If your heart is lost, it will be too late!
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Dugu Ji stood in a daze, as if he was floating in the water, and what he saw and heard seemed to be isolated from the endless deep water, which was difficult to know.
But the water was boiling, rolling the internal organs, blood and body fluids into a rumbling state. The rising temperature was suppressed by the water flow outside the body, and there was nowhere to go. Even if it exploded in the next moment, it was not surprising.
The only trace of Qingming told Duguji that he should be suffering from internal injuries and his physical and physical deeds would collapse, which is the so-called "going into a demon" and only one step away from scattering the martial arts and dying.
This way of death is the most painful, the adoptive father told him.
The various illusions and delusions in the mind will be fed back on the body: burning, ice prison, cutting into pieces... and every moment may take one day, one month, or even a year, and experience repeated suffering in the endless disaster of destruction until the smoke of consciousness disappears.
He always thought he would die like this.Only in this way can we slightly deserve the tragic death of the Avici Hell because of him, and slightly make up for the many losses he has left.
But I never expected it to come so quickly.
The battle with Kuang Wuxiang almost exhausted Dugu's lonely dantian; his limbs and bones could not squeeze out any strength.
The vagueness outside the world was very wonderful, as if there was only a layer of airy skin left in the whole person, suspended between heaven and earth.
"Seven Killing Sword" is a method of quick killing. The logic is closer to the transformation of shadows in light skills, but he has always thought so in the past.
Among the fourteen people who formed the formation, Nalan only wore a strange-colored sword at his waist. Dugu Ji locked him from the beginning, tried to accumulate internal breath in his dantian, used the "Seven Killing Sword" body technique and rushed over to snatch out the sword. Just like this, he had used up that little bit of internal strength.
Consciousness was suspended outside the body again, and Shan Lan blew through her exhausted body. Not to mention the Dantian meridians, she could not even feel the sword-holding hand, as if her soul was out of her body.
Dugu Ji stared at the other thirteen bright swords, thinking that at least I could also attack one sword. The next moment, the figures of the thirteen people were stacked in front of him. Master Qi saw him handing out a sword, and the thirteen figures shouted in one after another. The long sword was released and suddenly stretched and separated. Each was restored to the eyes of the thirteen disciples who had experienced it. However, Dugu Ji suddenly turned into thirteen, and at the same time, he faced everyone with a sword and shot down the weapons in their hands.
Dugu Ji seemed to have caught something in a trance. When he used the "Sword of Disaster", he had no more energy. When he thought to grab the wall, the sword energy burst out from all directions shot to the bid, regardless of distance, and came together.
The boundary between the body and the four directions of heaven and earth is disappearing, and the thought of Yuanye Zhengong can only control this body, but the scope of imagination is now constantly expanding; the absurd description of the realm of "Seeking Sword in the Defeat" suddenly has a completely different explanation.
Internal strength...is indeed not necessary.
The "Seven Killing Sword" used in this state is not a quick killing method to change shapes, but a living clone technique, even the afterimage can pick up the real sword... This incredible speed of Duguji was not even used to it, and his body was unable to cooperate, which allowed the opponent to escape the two sieges of the seven swords.
But Master Shiqi is becoming more and more skillful.
That strange purple arm that is invulnerable to swords and guns will not be able to block a sword for a second time.
He saw Du Wunian with a painful expression and stood up and posed for a fight. His mind moved slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment he appeared beside Du Wunian, holding another long sword in his hand and whispered: Let's stop here.
Just as he was about to deliver it, the purple shadow flashed, accompanied by a crisp sound of cracking bones that made people sore teeth. The tip of the sword was grabbed by the golden arms. Mr. Wunian's body was not enough to twist. His right arm was folded at a strange angle that almost pressed into his chest. The string of crisp and light sounds were probably not caused by twisting the shoulder gate.
(……!)
Du Wunian seemed to be ignorant of the pain, and turned around hard, bang!Broken the long sword, a trace of ominousness flashed through Duguji's heart. The abandoned sword quickly retreated, and a compressed fist wind suddenly arrived. Duwunian still held half of the broken sword in his right palm, and his fist that was emitting golden and purple radiant light was unbiased, just in Duguji's abdomen!
Seventeenth Master was as short as a cooked shrimp, and was beaten out quickly and was quickly disembarked. In the eyes of everyone, he suddenly flashed out of the void, like a stone thrown out of the skin, flying backwards, knocking down a small half of Zhizhiguan blocked the palace wall and sank into the stone chips that were floating in the sky.
Anyone can see that Dugu Ji was in blood and even stood up, and dared to fight Du Wunian, the chief of Feiyu Peak Wu's generation and the number one master of the Qigong Palace, did not take the Nine Veins of the Dragon Court at all.
Du Wunian's phoenix eyes were filled with anger, and he said coldly: Given the current situation of Master Shiqi, I am afraid that Du is not worthy of Du's attack.Different colors and strange colors, escort the two of you down the mountain!The two people named are the first second seat for the Feiyu Fengse generation.
The tall young man who led two rows of disciples agreed in unison. Nalan, who was on the front of the left, raised his strange eyebrows slightly and turned a wink. More than a dozen disciples behind him flew out quickly, and the clanging sound fell, spreading around Dugu Ji and Axue. Everyone was erecting a bright long sword, and the intimidation was self-evident.
Wei Wuyin was also in the circumference and snorted coldly: Why, even I want to take it together?
Tang Qise, a member of the Yulong clan of the Du County of Tang Du County, turned the hilt of the sword and bowed: I will never dare.In order not to disturb the distinguished guests, please do not make things difficult for the disciples.
In terms of qualifications, I am still old and I am a little older. Before being taken away by the Qiliner in Fengyunxia, I was always the leader of the Wu generation. Although I seem to be rough and generous, my mind is not full of slightness.
Feiyu Peak is far from the sky wall. He has been in seclusion for many years. He only changed his clothes and combed his hair when he heard the alarm bell. He stepped out of the thatched cottage. It was helpless to be late. No one expected that Kuang Wuxiang could hit Zhishiguan in a short time.
But Du Wunian doesn't want to fight with Shiqi, no matter now or in the future.Compared with Qigong, personal success or failure, honor and disgrace seem to him insignificant.
Xi Wuquan met Gu Wansong in Baicheng Mountain and judged that the Seventeenth Master would personally send the Mao clan's proton to Longting Mountain. It is not a rumor, so he would report it with an eagle book.
The court did not recruit Dugu Ji, and Gu Wansong used any tricks to incite the Seventeenth Master to get involved. Since it was not sent by the official family, the best way was to ignore it, hide Dugu Ji and find people, and bring the proton back to Baicheng Mountain in a mess.
Kuang Wuxiang's appearance disrupted the chess game, but the situation still remained unchanged.
Unless the Seventeenth Master shows his imperial edict and Longting Mountain has nothing else to do, he will find a reason to give it up. The hot potato returns to Gu Wansong, and the Qigong is waiting for his work, and still has the advantage in the struggle.
The Demon of the Box Sword does not need this victory, what he wants is Dugu Ji to retreat without knowing the difficulties.
Unexpectedly, the former champion Hou and General of the Cavalry, the Seventeenth Master, who is also the number one figure, is just a jealous person in his bones.He doesn't even care about making things difficult for him, and he is still afraid of making things difficult for you?
It seems that your food and drinks are out of the way today.I smacked my lips when I said this, as if I was very sorry.
Dugu Ji raised his hand, suppressed Wei Wuyin's desire to speak, and turned around and shouted: Hello, do you keep your words true?You can't be the master of your own business, and you can ask someone who can talk about it.If you don’t have any intention of intercourse, you should be a drunk man’s nonsense. Why should you degrade yourself?
Nalan frowned slightly in a strange look and waved his hand: Please, Marquis.All he recruited were the younger elites of Feiyu Peak. Once the long sword was released, his arms were very stable, and he didn't even have a slight sway. The surround seemed loose, but there was no gap in the gap that broke out from the scope of the two swords' attack. If there was a set of brilliant formations hidden, it would be no surprise at all.
Fengyunxia always boasts of himself as an elite, and uses genius as a target for choosing disciples to teach skills, and he will always look down on the hard work of ordinary people.Wei Wuyin saw that the formation was dangerous and thought to herself: Feiyu Peak has no choice of talents, and fighting alone is far inferior to Fengyun Gorge.But once this "out of the ash into the mirage" formation is activated, it will be like an iron barrel and cannot be broken. With the current fatigue of the Seventeenth Master, he will be worn to death.
Dugu Ji's body shook lightly, his tiger's eyes were half closed, and he looked like he was slightly drunk. After a while, there was a blood stain on his boots. I haven't heard of Du Wunian's reply, and he smiled lazyly: Well, then you can get out of the way if you can talk and let's break it.Tang Qise couldn't bear it anymore: What did you say!Suddenly, the cold eyes flashed, and the senior brother shouted in panic: ... Formation!Without thinking, a sword that hits the face!
The clanging sound was as dense as a pearl, Tang Qise's tiger's mouth was painful, and his thumb seemed to be torn off. The huge force of the impact injured his wrist, elbow, shoulder, and the long sword was released from his hand and he was straight and straight. His right arm was hanging on his side and could not be raised again.
The mountain mist blew by, and thirteen green steel swords that were inserted into the ground kowtowed in the wind, buzzing and shaking.
Nalan's face was pale, and his hands pressed the empty sword sheath, looking at the tip of the sword in his throat, cold sweat dripped, shattering the sword crest as smooth as a mirror.
He was the only person in the circle who had not drawn his sword, and Dugu Ji must have taken the sword by his waist.
The young man couldn't understand: Why did the thirteen junior brothers holding swords, including Tang Qise, who was as strong as him, win over the weapons in the blink of an eye, and even the formation was not enough to be activated?
The strong wind whistled behind him, and Nalan was so angry that she was suddenly lifted out by a powerful force.
The person who came stepped on the ground with his boots, which shocked the remaining thirteen people staggered back until they were more than a meter away. The iron sand roared down like a ground, and it was so deafening that it was blown away, and his body was filled with blood: ... You retreat!Not the Box Sword Demon, who is Du Wunian?
Dugu Ji raised his mouth, his eyes shone brightly, and he laughed with his sword: Good come!Without dodging or avoiding, he pierced his sword towards Du Wunian's chest.
The wide sleeves of Wunian's robe were splattered in a roll, and the tip of the sword that was forced by the cold light suddenly turned into the sea like a mud cow, turning into the shadow of the robe.
Before everyone could burst out the sound of the excitement, Duguji's figure shook, and another Duguji came out of thin air. He pulled up a long sword that was shaking and looked at Duwunian's chest!
(……What!)
Du Wunian grabbed the tip of the second place Du Gu Ji, which felt cold and hard, and was definitely not a phantom; then he was only stuck, and the seven Du Gu Ji surrounded him in the center. The seven swords arrived at the same time, Du Wunian roared and swung his arms, and broke the tip of the seven fine steel swords in one go. Du Gu Ji fell in all directions and disappeared invisible.
Before he had changed his breath, seven Dugu Ji appeared again. After the seven long swords pierced Du Wunian's robe and sleeves, they were broken by force, and their left shoulder, right leg and waist were all red; the eighth place Dugu Ji showed off the afterimage, silently handed out a sword, hitting the vital point of the chest, but it was difficult to penetrate the tip of the sword.
The mountain wind blew away the butterfly-like robe cracks. Du Wunian's right palm blocked his chest and caught the tip of the sword. His right arm, which was tangled with muscles, exuded a strange dark purple color, and was covered with talisman-like mud gold tattoos. With the skills of the Seventeenth Master, he could not even cut the oily skin, and he was invulnerable to swords and guns.
Dugu Ji followed the trend and urged him, but the iron palm did not move. Two huge force clamped, and the long sword that was bent like a bow was immediately broken into several pieces.
Du Wunian is easy to defend and attack, and one punch will swing Dugu Ji to scatter.
Master Seventeen pulled Axue and Wei Wuyin out three meters away, looked at Zi'er from afar, and tsk him out loud: Damn, there is such an evil thing!How did you do that hand?
Wei Wuyin couldn't help rolling her eyes: When it comes to evil, are you qualified to talk about others?After all, he had no choice and pulled A Xue back aside to avoid the influence of the dragon and tiger.
These few times, the rabbits rose and fell, and the purple gold arm that was hard to hurt was vivid in my mind. Ying Feng was so beautiful that he could not get down, and his eyes were fixed on the battle group, fearing that he would miss a little.
Du Wunian's shirt and robe were stirred by a sharp sword, and his strong upper body was naked. The strange color of the purple arms was stopped by a circle of golden tattoos on his shoulders, and did not spread to the bronze chest, like a water stop line; from now on, to the fingertips, there were deep purple gold patterns, like a purple beast entangled by circles of gold chains, forming the shape of an arm, but it was not a human body.
The factions on Longting Mountain are separated and each is not affiliated. Although the name of the Box Sword Demon is known, it is rare for Ying Fengse to see this master who has been in seclusion for many years. He is not very clear about his martial arts skills and only knows his profound cultivation. He is the number one master of the Qigong Palace at present. Judging from the surprise reaction of the disciples of Feiyu Peak, it is probably the first time he has seen the Zijin Arm, let alone fighting with others.
But Du Wunian was shocked, but he was far above others.
I thought Dugu Ji used some kind of illusion, the rhinoceros and purple crest, the golden arm, and the poison is invincible, and the sword is hard to hurt. If you have any weakness, it is a miraculous effect that has no resistance to the ecstasy.
But the broken swords that had been around for two turns show that Duguji did use them, rather than a trick to transfer flowers and trees.
This move is called "Sword of Seven Killings".As if he saw through his opponent's thoughts, the Seventeenth Master lowered his head and moved his fingers, saying it to Du Wunian, and it seemed to be telling it to himself.I can't understand the realms described by my brother back then until today.It turns out... this is something that can be done, not nonsense.
I have never looked down on you, nor do I look down on Qigong.But I always thought this "Sword in the Failure" was a masterpiece of swordsmanship. I had never used more than three styles in my life, and now I realize that it is ridiculously wrong.The Seven Killing Sword is just the seventh style of the defeated sword. Do you really want to confirm the tenth style with me?
There is no martial art in the world that can transform seven living clones out of thin air; if there is really, it is magic, which has long been beyond the scope of martial arts, so the truth of the Seven Killing Sword is only one possibility: an incredibly fast speed.
Dugu Ji's shoulders were slightly hunched, not only his palms, but his whole body was trembling, as if he was addicted to alcohol, but no one dared to look down on him.
No matter how serious the injury is, or whether he will fall down, this man's martial arts are like a terrifying existence in the eyes of mortals.
Master Qiqi opened his eyes hard and his dim gaze swept across the audience. Everyone was seen and their scalp was numb and they didn't move.
Can the Mao people bite you?Look at him, he is just a kid.He pointed to A Xue in the distance and murmured: Before this kid left Xishan, his mother and his family were killed by the Han family; the escort team had already changed several groups of people before arriving in Yangtu... It seems that Xishan's house is like you, some stupid guys who are not very clear-headed, specializing in picking soft persimmons, but dare not point directly to the root cause.
The one who sent him was the court, my emperor and master, and the old man Tao Yuanzheng who killed thousands of swords!If you have sex, you will rebel. What kind of good guy is bullying children?If you kill this kid, are you afraid that the huge Western Hills Korean clan will not be able to pick up the second unlucky egg?He drove me down the mountain, and Gu Wansong turned around and urged someone else to leave. One and five others came. After leaving, the seventeenth master changed to the eighteenth master and the nineteenth master... he would always change to the imperial court's iron horse.Will you only have to rebel until then, or will you kneel down to a million heroes be considered an explanation?
Every word in his words is a death sentence. Even if the Finger Sword Palace, which stands at the top of the martial arts of the East China Sea, no one dares to respond.But everyone knows this is the reason.
Tao Xiang would never give up, and Han Song, the general of Zhenxi, could not stop there. The mere martial arts world seems to be worth a joke in the temple.
What is the backbone of the scale clan?
What is the pride of a thousand years?
The Qigong would sooner or later, and it might not be embarrassing to kneel on the seven-style defeated sword. Kneeling before the imperial cavalry, the four hundred years of foundation will come to an end. From then on, the Fengse clenched his fists. No matter how angry or unwilling, there was no refutation.
Master Seventeen is right.
The glory of the scale clan has passed away, and even the last glory of the Wuji Tianfeng should be useless has disappeared for many years, and life and death are hard to tell.
The Mao tribe's proton was presented as a decoration, and for more than ten or twenty years, the Qi Palace was still the Qi Palace of the Scales tribe; the Tao and Han disputes, and even the conflict between the court and the West Mountain, had no breakthroughs, so they were fighting elsewhere else, and they would not have to pay the entire Longting Mountain.
Wei Wuyin closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and sighed silently.
A wise choice is always there, and the hardest thing is to let go.
As the proudest branch of Fengyunxia in the nine veins of the Dragon Court, no one can understand more deeply how difficult this choice is.
The Qigongmen who surrounded the square, no matter the young disciples of the Se generation, or the elder Pishou who did not have a name, were speechless.
The wind knife swept down the huge sky wall until the loud laughter broke the uncomfortable dead silence.
The Marquis rebelled twice, and implicated countless soldiers. It was not surprising that he made this crazy and rebellious theory.The tall and mighty man in purple put away his laughter, cast a bold look, and looked directly at the shaking young man.
People like him can exude a powerful aura without roaring with their eyes, which makes everyone in the Qigong feel refreshed.
The Qigong abides by the national laws and obeys the court. If the marquis has a priest, we should go out to welcome ten miles and wait for each other. If this is the case, the marquis will be alone and break into the mountains to provoke. Even if the nine veins of the dragon court are defeated, they will not want to be in the foundation of their ancestors for four hundred years. How can they kneel down and be slaughtered by others!
I took a step forward, put my arms on my chest, and raised my breath and opened my voice: The world is in the world, and today it was the Marquis who offended me, not the strange palace to seek war!We cannot decide whether to be enemies or friends.If an outsider fights to the Marquis’ house, I would like to ask the Marquis, is it not a war?Who wins and who loses, what does it do!
The whole audience was quiet and shouted loudly, and the sound of the cheers rang through the sky.
Even though the people in Qigong knew that Dugu Ji was invincible in fighting alone, they were no longer worried that the elders would be defeated and their faces were ruined. They all had their blood and were hard to suppress.
Even if he is regarded as a pawn of political struggle, he has no choice but to let the barbarians of the Yangtu see the spirit of the scale clan!
Who wins and who loses, what does it have to do with this!
The nine veins of Yangshan Mountain, subdue demons and relieve disasters!
...Please wait for a fight for me!
There are corpses who died in battle in Longting Mountain, but no ministers who bow their heads!
Even though Wei Wuyin was as clever as a tongue, he had nothing to say for a moment. He knew that this battle was inevitable and said with a wry smile: Hey, hey, hey, hey, it’s just a martial arts competition, there is no unilateral hatred, there is no need to fight for his life. Suddenly, Du Wunian bit the tip of the index finger of his left hand, dipped his blood and wrote on his right wrist, calming his energy, his eyes drooped, and his nose and forehead were slightly sweaty, as if he was enduring some severe pain.
Unlike the Du Wunian faction, he may not have seen this last few times throughout the year. He has never looked at this rhinoceros purple gold arm up close, but the confidential documents related to Qianlin Society were given by his senior brother. Wei Wuyin treasured them and he could recite them thoroughly in the morning.
Rhinoceros purple and clouds refer to the strange skin color, just like rhinoceros skin purple.
The skull is an ancient bronze tripod wine vessel, pronounced as thunder sound. It is said on the mountain that the golden tattoo on the arm is engraved like a bronze ware, hence the name.
Wei Wuyin knew that the truth was not the case.
But when I was young, I got this purple arm and was rescued by a Taoist You Fang when I was dying.
The man knew the origin of the purple arm and had a deep relationship with Longting Mountain. He then broke up an extremely precious ancient heterogeneous gold jar, grind it into lacquer mud, and copied the talisman on Du Wunian's right arm to suppress the demons and nightmare above him. He thought about it and took him to Longting Mountain to prevent future troubles.
...So, that purple arm is not only invulnerable, but also troublesome?Wei Wuyin had never fought with Du Wunian, but his senior brother had fought several times, and his miserable appearance with a bruised nose and a swollen face was unforgettable.
Ying Wuyou reacted faster than the ghostly junior brother. He also remembered the misery that time, but he didn't care much and smiled.
Things are unusual and there must be monsters.How can power be obtained out of thin air?Du Wunian himself may not know it.
But our Qianlin Society knows it.
Wei Wuyin couldn't help but feel a little complacent about his senior brother pulling him into this secret association, rather than Chu Laosan.This means who is the one who deserves to rely on in the senior brother’s mind.
Qianlin Society does not exist on the table. Anyone who dares to mention it in front of the elders will definitely be severely scolded or even punished.
But all disciples circulate: Qianlin Society transcends the limit of the sect's sect. Only the most outstanding disciples in each generation can be recruited, and you cannot refuse.
It is said that they even have an exclusive secret room in the hinterland palace of the mountain where the sky is open. If you know how noble and transcendent it is to the elders’ discussion!
The saying that the Lord of the Qi Palace and the Elders of Zishou who had been young were all members of the Qianlin Society. Wei Wuyin had heard of it in Fengyunxia or other sects.
Chu Wuming had no reaction to this and was as indifferent as other things.Wei Wuyin felt that Chu Laosan didn't believe in the Qianlin Society at all, and it was only said that the law of nature was obvious.
In addition to the senior brother who led the door, you should be useless, Wei Wuyin doesn’t know who else has this section, which is consistent with the legend.
People in Qianlin Society do not know each other, but can be identified through special signs and gestures. After all, secret associations are not for people to gather together to keep warm, but are more of an identity mark to highlight the best group of people on the mountain. If necessary, they can work together and not be confined by the clan.
But our Qianlin Society knows it.You should sit up the book without any use and recite it again according to his words.Wei Wuyin heard this and suddenly understood.
’know’ is very heavy.When faced with cruel things, most people would rather not know them.Ying Wuyou saw his junior brother's enlightenment, took a leisurely attitude, and said seriously: Therefore, those who know must take responsibility.If one day, Wunian must know, we have to tell him that the 'Rhinoceros purple gold arm' is not a gift from the sky, but a disaster; when it is necessary, we must subdue the demons and calm the disaster... Do you remember, no sound?Wei Wuyin came to his senses.Du Wunian had finished writing, and the golden tattoo surrounding his wrist, like a bracelet, suddenly jumped a few times, as if melted by blood. The blood seal mixed with mud and gold traces retreated to the lower arms and elbows, and was quickly absorbed by other tattoos.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wei Wuyin always felt that Du Wunian's right palm suddenly swollen, and under the dark purple skin, countless dung beetles seemed to crawl through the flesh, almost unable to maintain the original shape of fingers and palms; Du Wunian curled up his shoulders and chest, holding the violently deformed right hand twitched and spasmed, and biting a string of dull pain between his steel teeth, like a wounded beast.
Wei Wuyin thought of the confidential document and felt cold in her heart. She didn't care about her lack of internal strength. She rushed to the two people who were about to fight in the field and shouted: Stop... Don't fight!I am alone and I don’t want to destroy Longting Mountain?Suppress that thing quickly and don’t let it dominate you... If your heart is lost, it will be too late!
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Dugu Ji stood in a daze, as if he was floating in the water, and what he saw and heard seemed to be isolated from the endless deep water, which was difficult to know.
But the water was boiling, rolling the internal organs, blood and body fluids into a rumbling state. The rising temperature was suppressed by the water flow outside the body, and there was nowhere to go. Even if it exploded in the next moment, it was not surprising.
The only trace of Qingming told Duguji that he should be suffering from internal injuries and his physical and physical deeds would collapse, which is the so-called "going into a demon" and only one step away from scattering the martial arts and dying.
This way of death is the most painful, the adoptive father told him.
The various illusions and delusions in the mind will be fed back on the body: burning, ice prison, cutting into pieces... and every moment may take one day, one month, or even a year, and experience repeated suffering in the endless disaster of destruction until the smoke of consciousness disappears.
He always thought he would die like this.Only in this way can we slightly deserve the tragic death of the Avici Hell because of him, and slightly make up for the many losses he has left.
But I never expected it to come so quickly.
The battle with Kuang Wuxiang almost exhausted Dugu's lonely dantian; his limbs and bones could not squeeze out any strength.
The vagueness outside the world was very wonderful, as if there was only a layer of airy skin left in the whole person, suspended between heaven and earth.
"Seven Killing Sword" is a method of quick killing. The logic is closer to the transformation of shadows in light skills, but he has always thought so in the past.
Among the fourteen people who formed the formation, Nalan only wore a strange-colored sword at his waist. Dugu Ji locked him from the beginning, tried to accumulate internal breath in his dantian, used the "Seven Killing Sword" body technique and rushed over to snatch out the sword. Just like this, he had used up that little bit of internal strength.
Consciousness was suspended outside the body again, and Shan Lan blew through her exhausted body. Not to mention the Dantian meridians, she could not even feel the sword-holding hand, as if her soul was out of her body.
Dugu Ji stared at the other thirteen bright swords, thinking that at least I could also attack one sword. The next moment, the figures of the thirteen people were stacked in front of him. Master Qi saw him handing out a sword, and the thirteen figures shouted in one after another. The long sword was released and suddenly stretched and separated. Each was restored to the eyes of the thirteen disciples who had experienced it. However, Dugu Ji suddenly turned into thirteen, and at the same time, he faced everyone with a sword and shot down the weapons in their hands.
Dugu Ji seemed to have caught something in a trance. When he used the "Sword of Disaster", he had no more energy. When he thought to grab the wall, the sword energy burst out from all directions shot to the bid, regardless of distance, and came together.
The boundary between the body and the four directions of heaven and earth is disappearing, and the thought of Yuanye Zhengong can only control this body, but the scope of imagination is now constantly expanding; the absurd description of the realm of "Seeking Sword in the Defeat" suddenly has a completely different explanation.
Internal strength...is indeed not necessary.
The "Seven Killing Sword" used in this state is not a quick killing method to change shapes, but a living clone technique, even the afterimage can pick up the real sword... This incredible speed of Duguji was not even used to it, and his body was unable to cooperate, which allowed the opponent to escape the two sieges of the seven swords.
But Master Shiqi is becoming more and more skillful.
That strange purple arm that is invulnerable to swords and guns will not be able to block a sword for a second time.
He saw Du Wunian with a painful expression and stood up and posed for a fight. His mind moved slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment he appeared beside Du Wunian, holding another long sword in his hand and whispered: Let's stop here.
Just as he was about to deliver it, the purple shadow flashed, accompanied by a crisp sound of cracking bones that made people sore teeth. The tip of the sword was grabbed by the golden arms. Mr. Wunian's body was not enough to twist. His right arm was folded at a strange angle that almost pressed into his chest. The string of crisp and light sounds were probably not caused by twisting the shoulder gate.
(……!)
Du Wunian seemed to be ignorant of the pain, and turned around hard, bang!Broken the long sword, a trace of ominousness flashed through Duguji's heart. The abandoned sword quickly retreated, and a compressed fist wind suddenly arrived. Duwunian still held half of the broken sword in his right palm, and his fist that was emitting golden and purple radiant light was unbiased, just in Duguji's abdomen!
Seventeenth Master was as short as a cooked shrimp, and was beaten out quickly and was quickly disembarked. In the eyes of everyone, he suddenly flashed out of the void, like a stone thrown out of the skin, flying backwards, knocking down a small half of Zhizhiguan blocked the palace wall and sank into the stone chips that were floating in the sky.
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