First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 1371: 1 step late?
The man in black felt cold, like falling into an ice cave.
He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound, and his face was full of horror.
The monk looked sympathetic and said: "Don't be afraid of the donor. The poor monk is a monk, and he is compassionate. After searching for the soul, he will personally rescue the donor and be free from the suffering of this world."
In the gentle and kind voice, the man in black was in severe pain, and he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes darkened.
After half a sound.
The monk withdrew his consciousness and said softly, "The big one is hidden in the city, and the small one is hidden in the wild. It is unexpected that this blissful old nest is actually located in a secular casino."
At his fingertips, a wisp of pure and sacred Brahma fire emerged, and the man in black instantly dissipated into ashes.
Late night.
The lights are dim in the city.
A monk with bare feet and sackcloth and a hat on his head strolled to a remote alley.
Deep in the streets, there is a casino. Even in the middle of the night, it is still noisy and lively.
When the monks arrived in front of the casino, a waiter jokingly said, "Monk, are you here to gamble or borrow money?"
The monk smiled and said, "Credit knife."
The waiter's eyes narrowed, his expression restrained, and he said, "Our casino does not take credit."
The monk said: "Take your life as your bet, buy it and leave your hands."
"Wait."
The waiter turns and walks into the casino.
Not long after, an old man with gray hair came out, looked at the monk up and down, and frowned, "Dead spirit?"
The monk said: "In the business of Bliss, do you have to question the customer's feet?"
The white-haired old man was silent for a while and said, "Please."
With that, he turned and walked into the casino.
The monks follow.
Through the smoky casino lobby, bypassing the winding corridors, I came to a quiet courtyard.
A laurel tree is planted in the courtyard, and a crescent moon hangs diagonally in the sky, which is bright and cold.
"Please wait here as well."
The white-haired old man turned to leave.
The monk suddenly puzzled and said, "I dare to ask where am I showing my flaws?"
The complexion of the white-haired old man changed slightly, and his figure suddenly turned into a haze, dissipating out of thin air.
But I saw the monk standing empty.
Bang!
The void exploded, and the figure of the white-haired old man fell out, covered in blood.
"Do it!"
The white-haired old man drank violently.
Wow~
The osmanthus tree in the courtyard swayed, and the waning moon suspended under the sky hummed and trembled, casting down a dream-like rain of light.
The entire courtyard suddenly changed, turning into a secret world!
In this secret world, the sky and the earth are drowsy, the mountains are ups and downs, and a bright crescent moon hangs on the top of one of the mountains.
Below the crescent moon is a brightly lit palace bathed in a divine radiance.
I can't wait for the monk to react-
Shout!
Dozens of figures appeared out of thin air, and came violently.
Those figures are like black lightning, and their breath is fierce and strange. In this dim world, they appear and disappear like ghosts.
The monk stands still, hands folded.
Boom!
Countless dazzling white jade lotuses bloomed around the monks. In the midst of the fairy light, dazzling sword energy emerged from the lotus.
The sky and the earth were splendidly illuminated by the sword light.
And those dozens of rushing figures were killed on the spot in an instant!
In the nearby area, the white-haired old man was horrified and said in horror: "You...you are the dead spirit of the Juxia Realm!!"
The monk nodded and said, "Exactly."
The voice fell, and the monk walked towards the big mountain in the distance.
Behind him, a ray of Buddha fire emerged, turned into a blade of sword, slashed at the white-haired old man, and disappeared in an instant.
This world was in turmoil, and a group of figures came again.
Each one of them is the most elite assassin in Elysium. In the past long years, he has hunted and killed many world kings.
But in front of the monks, they are like moths to a fire, and they are fleeting.
In just a few breaths, the monk has come to the top of the mountain.
The waning moon hangs high, as bright as a silver hook.
A majestic temple sits atop a mountain, bathed in a divine radiance.
Huh?
The monk frowned suddenly, smelling a trace of blood wafting from the temple.
About the same time—
Boom!
A figure rushed out and slashed with a knife.
The monk's eyes were slightly condensed, his sleeves were bulging, and a Dao sword rose from the sky.
Clang! ! !
Amid the earth-shattering explosions, the monk was shaken by the shock, and he immediately retreated.
And that figure has once again swung the sword to kill.
Fast and fierce, powerful and terrifying!
Looking carefully, this is a man with a tall figure like a mountain, covered in bronze armor, holding a long black sword, and the blade is flowing with scarlet fairy light.
What's more terrifying is the breath of the man!
The surging power of the Law of the Great Dao, like a landslide and tsunami, was surging on the man, and it evolved into a strange aura of catastrophe.
When he slashes out with a knife, his power is comparable to that of a figure in the sky!
Boom!
The monk's whole body is bright, Brahma's fire rushes into the sky, and his breath becomes extremely terrifying.
"Go!"
The monk swung the sword and fought fiercely with the tall man.
"Is this the leader of Elysium?"
The monk frowned.
He senses something is wrong.
This opponent's aura is too weird and weird, it looks like a living person, but it looks like a lifeless ancient corpse, and the whole body is full of chaotic and turbulent aura of catastrophe.
But it is undeniable that the opponent's combat power is terrifying!
In today's world, subject to the constraints of the Zhoutian rules, the deceased spirit of Juxia Realm can only exert about 40% of its strength.
The monk has already shattered the power of the curse on his body. Although it is also subject to the Zhoutian rules, the impact is much less, and it is enough to exert about 70% of his strength.
But under these circumstances, I couldn't take down the opponent for a while!
"No more delay."
The monk's eyes flashed with divine light, and he used the means of pressing the bottom of the box.
"Pro!"
He flipped his palm, and the Dao sword was in the air.
In an instant, a radiant sword energy shot up from the sky, the Sanskrit sound bursts, and the Buddha's light was magnificent. It was just a single sword energy, which actually gave rise to the vision of a vast world!
Boom!
The sky and the earth are chaotic, and the radiance of the gods roars.
The tall man was blasted out by a sword, the bronze armor covering his body was split open, and the whole person let out a shrill scream, which was like the roar of a beast in pain.
What's even more surprising is that the tall man's body seems to be complete, but in fact it is like countless pieces of porcelain, stitched together by black silk threads that are scattered horizontally!
"This guy, I'm afraid it's not even a dead spirit, it's more like a puppet made with a secret method."
The monk is moved.
He stepped forward, trying to pursue his victory.
The tall man's lips suddenly made an obscure magic sound, and then his tall figure turned into a strange black flame, and disappeared in an instant.
Boom!
The monk slashes diagonally with his sword.
Thousands of feet away, the void burst.
The black flame that the tall man transformed into fell out and split apart, but in just an instant, it merged again and disappeared out of thin air.
"Can't kill?"
The monk was surprised.
The previous sword clearly shattered the opponent's body.
But who would have thought that in an instant, the opponent's body would merge and recover, disappearing without a trace.
"This is no ordinary puppet."
A condensed color appeared on the brows of the monk. He was a top-level Juxia Realm master in the ancient times, but it was the first time he had seen such a strange opponent!
Like a lifeless corpse, like a puppet, and even the breath on the body, it looks mixed and chaotic, extremely strange.
The monk thought for a moment, then swept into the temple in the distance.
The palace is brightly lit and beautifully decorated.
And on the seat in the center of the palace, lies a bleeding corpse!
It was a woman with a beautiful appearance, but she was stabbed through the chest with a knife, her flesh was blurred, and the vitality of her body was quickly fading away.
"Why...why did you send Shenyinwei to kill me, Master...you are so cruel..."
The woman's face was pale and transparent, covered with a strong sense of death, and a weak voice rang out in the hall intermittently.
The monk strode forward and said, "Are you a swordsman on credit?"
The woman raised her head with difficulty and looked at the monk with empty eyes.
The monk frowned.
Undoubtedly, before he came, this woman was poisoned!
"Shen Yinwei? Could it be that the tall man just now was the Shen Yinwei this woman said?"
"If this woman is the chief swordsman of Elysium, her master... I'm afraid she is a tailor!"
Thinking of this, the monk vaguely understood.
The reason why the tailor sent Shenyin Guard to kill his apprentice "Credit Swordsman" was to cut off the line and prevent Su Yi from discovering his hiding place!
"Even the apprentice is killed, this tailor is indeed cruel enough."
The monk sighed.
After all, it was a step late, which made the monk quite unwilling.
……
Same time.
Ancient Taoist family, Wen Clan.
"You must have known what happened to the Yun family of the ancient clan. I was entrusted by Daoist Su Yisu this time to meet Wen Yong of your clan. As long as he answers me some questions, I will leave immediately. ."
Qing Shi Jianxian dressed in a long robe and stood alone outside the mountain gate of the Wen family.
All the big figures in the Wen clan looked suspicious.
"Who are you?"
An old man asked in a deep voice.
"Me?"
Qing Shi Jianxian smiled, "Yijie Jianxiu, born in ancient times, survived by chance."
As he spoke, he flicked his fingers.
Chong!
A dazzling sword energy shot up into the sky, shining brightly on the mountains and rivers, and dispelling the thick night.
The terrifying sword power, oppressed all the great people of the Wen family in disbelief.
"A mighty person who lifts the sky!!"
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Qing Shi Jianxian slightly bowed his hands.
The big men in the Wen family looked at each other.
Finally, an old man took a deep breath and commanded in a deep voice: "Patriarch, please go and invite Wen Yong to come over in person. If you have anything to say, make it clear in front of this senior."
"Yes!"
The head of the Wen family took the lead.
But at this moment, a panicked shout resounded inside the mountain gate: "It's not good! Ancestor Wen Yong is dead!!"
"What?!"
A lot of people in the family were shocked.
Qing Shi Jianxian's heart sank, Wen Yong died?
Could it be that the tailor had already acted ahead of time and killed Wen Yong?