Chapter 2487 He Jiu’s lofty sentiments, borrowing the opportunity from the sword!

"It's hard to find a letter from Yan Tao!"

Seeing this sword, this line of poetry suddenly appeared in the minds of countless people who had read the book, and it was really poetry that drank into the sword! The energy of the sword is vast, and the direction is unknown, and it is difficult to find a trace. This sword is like an antelope hanging its horns, and there is no trace to be found.

He Jiulang smiled loudly, with a bold and uninhibited expression.

"Hahaha, good time!"

While speaking, He Jiu had already raised his right hand, waving his index and middle fingers at will. The sword energy was invisible, stirring and closing, like thousands of waves, pouring into the vastness.

Several other people did not join in immediately. They all watched the battle first to avoid losing their status.

Everyone's minds settled, and their energy pulled them. Everything around them was slowly outlined in their hearts. They could only feel that He Jiu's sword energy was twisting and turning, and only its momentum was visible, but it was difficult to detect its traces. It was worthy of the name of the invisible sword.

"when!"

The sword energy that seemed to be waves collided with the "mounds of smoke", and an invisible and traceless energy contained in it deftly passed through the void and hit the tip of Young Master Qinglian's sword.

Young Master Qinglian changed his moves according to the situation, and unfolded his long sword, like clouds and clouds, covering the surroundings. The sword light was dim, hiding murderous intent. It was really the clouds and clouds that flickered, bright and dreamy. As the sword was slashed out, there was mist in the air, reflecting the It was brilliant and colorful under the light of the fireworks outside, and every expansion was like the energy of a sword.

Under the influence of Qi, the moment they fought, they unconsciously caused changes in the celestial phenomena.

He Jiu stabbed with his right hand, and the sword energy was shocking. It was a different kind of feeling. It penetrated Master Qinglian's sword energy with the feeling of breaking through clouds and dispersing mist. The sound of clanging continued, and the powerful sword energy penetrated many feints, colliding with the killing intent and the long sword.

Young Master Qinglian's posture was wild, his swordsmanship was as poetic as painting, he unfolded his moves one by one, and he fought fiercely with He Jiu without even taking a step back. Meng Qi and others concentrated on feeling, absorbing the essence of wisdom from both sides, making up for their own shortcomings, picking up omissions and filling in gaps. Stones from other mountains can attack jade.

The five fingers of He Jiu's right hand changed. His sword energy was vertical and horizontal, sometimes powerful, sometimes clumsy, sometimes fierce, sometimes agile. He seemed to be on par with Young Master Qinglian. Suddenly, in the midst of a fierce battle, he shouted loudly, pointed out his left hand, and struck Xuan Zhen, the "Buddha Heart Palm" from a distance.

"You come too!"

Master Qinglian's swordsmanship was extremely advanced, but He Jiu was still not satisfied and took the initiative to lure Shaolin Xuanzhen into the battle.

He Jiu uses two minds at once. He fights immortally with Young Master Qinglian with his right hand. The sword energy in his left hand is invisible and indistinct. He doesn't know where it starts or where it ends. They don't interfere with each other and are clearly distinguishable, which makes people admire them.

"Amitabha!"

Xuanzhen raised his left palm and recited the Buddha's name. The sound shook the void with a majestic and solemn sound. He slapped his right palm lightly, as if he had no strength. The palm force was weak, and halfway through the strike, a fierce and pure palm force suddenly burst out, causing the invisible sword energy to sizzle and suddenly dissipate.

This palm is like a mustard seed holding Sumeru, hiding its power in the void. As long as it is within the range that its own palm movement can affect, its power will not be weakened due to distance. It is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, the "Sumi Mountain Palm". To the extreme, you can really develop Sotuo from the mustard seeds of your own palm!

He Jiu used the sword energy in his right hand to resist Young Master Qinglian, and flicked the five fingers of his left hand in succession, either invisible, formless, pure and condensed, or full of deathly intent.

The invisible sword energy forced Xuanzhen to leave his seat, spread out his body skills, and floated on the ground like a reed crossing a river, with ancient palm movements to meet him. The changes in his moves seem simple, but they can always cover the surroundings and hit the weak points of He Jiu's sword energy. With his wisdom and thoroughness, it is difficult to hide any flaws. Even He Jiu's many sword energy that confuses the line of sight, in Xuan Zhen Pu's eyes. With one push, Ordinary Pass dissipated like a dream bubble.

Master Prajna, realize the Tathagata in your heart, detect the reality and reality, everything is empty! Xuan Zhen's Prajna Palm has reached a small perfection, with wisdom and understanding, coupled with the realm of unity between heaven and man, every move and every move has the power of a killer move on location.

Lead clouds hang low outside, the wind howls, the thunder vibrates, the silver snake dances wildly, the sky and the earth change color, the hall is filled with purity, as if the Buddhist kingdom has come, Xuanzhen controls the knight universe, and suppresses the world, no matter what He Jiu's invisible sword energy does Fierce and fierce, endless changes, but nothing can be done to be mysterious.

He Jiu, who was as strong as the top one in the human rankings, was facing a nine-aperture master who combined nature and man with his left and right hands. It was also difficult for him. The sword energy gradually shrank in scope and was suppressed by Young Master Qinglian and Xuanzhen, but he was also The reputation was well-deserved, the sword energy was invisible and sharp, and Master Qinglian and Xuanzhen were not allowed to find opportunities to use their unique skills.

He Jiu seemed to be extremely good at group battles. He was focused on two tasks and fought endlessly. His fighting spirit became more and more awe-inspiring, and his sword intent became sharper. It seemed that it had been tempered and polished, and his whole body began to emit a bright light.

"You come too!"

He Jiu was fighting one against two, but not satisfied, he roared again and spurted out a sword energy from his mouth orifice. It was mighty, surging, and sharp, like a dragon in the clouds, swooping down, fangs and claws, towards the sword energy. The long river rushes away.

Boom!

Thunder fell from the sky and roared endlessly. In an instant, the world was filled with mist. The heavy rain poured down like pillars, and the fireworks withered. The principles of heaven and earth resonated and vibrated with the sword energy. It was as if there was already a three-point outdoor scene, which was surprising.

Yan Chong stood up in the face of this sword energy. The sword light flickered, like rolling thunder, surging like the roar of the sea, rushing towards him, and collided with He Jiu's sword energy.

"Boom!"

The sword energy and sword energy dispersed around, as if the sky was full of clouds. The two of them were evenly matched. Yan Chong's sword technique was unfolded, and the force of the sword was continuous. The water in the air was about to drip, and the sound of the tide continued. It seemed that the sea had been moved here, and He Jiukou's mouth was closed. The sword is completely suppressed.

He Jiu's ears moved, his nose snorted, and four more sword energy shot out. He also trained his ear apertures and nose apertures to become the source of sword aura! This time, the sword energy was no longer formless and qualityless, it was pure and concise, pure white and bright. The five sword energy, either straight or tortuous, formed a formation, which could withstand Yan Chong's sword force.

He Jiu was in a precarious situation at this time, and failure was only a matter of time, but he did manage to fight one against three and was not defeated yet!

He Jiu was still dissatisfied in the face of such a disadvantage. Although he couldn't make a sound, his eyes still looked at Meng Qi. Two faint sword energy shot out from the eye holes, twisting and turning, and the path led to the dark place, revealing a sharp edge.

He Jiu was worthy of being number one on the list. He could actually shoot out sword energy from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears. The invisible sword energy had entered the room, which was shocking.

Meng Qi had been watching the battle for a long time, and had already responded in his mind. The long sword on his waist let out a roar, the sword light was horizontal and horizontal, and the cold light was cold. He chopped Huashan with a simple force. The timing was just right, just like a chef cutting off a cow. His skills were close to the Tao, and he easily cut off He Jiu's sword energy. His body flashed like a floating cloud, elegant and handsome, and he attacked He Jiu.

He Jiu raised his eyebrows, and shot out two sword auras again from his eyes. The sword auras were empty, like clouds and mist, tangible and formless, and difficult to grasp. Meng Qi slashed with his long sword, turning the circle into a void, just like the universe, containing all things. The two sword energy fell into it and could only stir up a little response.

Meng Qi's sword skills were exquisite and mysterious. He understood the superior principles of martial arts. He stepped on the steel steps, turning emptiness into reality, and yin into yang. The long sword suddenly appeared in front of He Jiu. The cold light shone, and his hair was blown and broken. Cut iron like clay.

For a moment, He Jiu seemed to be forced into a desperate situation by Meng Qi and the others. He could either ignore Young Master Qinglian and others and dodge the sword, or he could only suffer the consequences.

The trapped beast was still fighting, which was the most dangerous situation. He Jiu suddenly let out a long roar, which complemented the roaring thunder.

"Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

The sword energy roared like a river. He Jiu's clothes were shattered. Except for the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, the sword energy was shot out from all 364 major acupoints, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, shocking the earth, and piercing through gold and iron.

The children of the aristocratic families and the masters of the big sects who were watching the battle stood up in shock and stared blankly at this scene, unable to close their mouths.

"this"

The sword energy was like a torrential rain. It was clear that four people were besieging He Jiuyi. But in just a short moment, Meng Qi and the other four people felt like they were surrounded by strong bows and crossbows. Moreover, every sword energy was not comparable to ordinary bows and crossbows. ? If it had been anyone else, he would have died if he stuck to it, and he would have died if he touched it. Even Meng Qi, who has practiced his physical body, would not dare to resist even a few times.

The sound of piercing the sky is endless. If you close your eyes, it seems that there are arrows shooting all over the sky. Even if you strain your eyesight, you can only see a small amount of pure white or dark sword energy, and the rest is invisible. But as the surrounding faint clouds and mist were penetrated, the outlines of the sword energy seemed to appear in the minds of most people, making them tremble with fear. If they faced such an attack, their weapons would be broken and their bodies would be beaten thousands of times. Full of holes, no, not necessarily full of holes, maybe a blast of sword energy can make the whole body fall apart.

Facing this earth-shattering rain of sword energy, Yan Chong's goal remained unchanged and he advanced instead of retreating. The long sword slashed out violently, the power of the sword surged, the sword's intention surged, and the surrounding humidity became darker and darker, as if it had condensed into a monstrous tsunami. The force of the sword tore through the sky, suddenly swallowing up all the dozens of sword energies that were hitting him. The sound of the collision of energy and the sound of gold and iron echoed constantly. At this point, he could only fight with exterior moves, passive defense at a disadvantage.

Xuanzhen raised his left hand, secretly announcing the Buddha's name, and slowly shot out his right hand until it was empty. It seems slow, but the surrounding air flows into the palm silently, the void shakes, the world becomes smaller, and it seems that everything is covered by the palm of flesh. The sword energy either struck directly or bent inexplicably, hitting Xuanzhen's right palm one after another in a manner that made it impossible to escape from the place.

Xuan Zhen has wisdom in his heart, he breaks through the illusions, becomes pure, and the pure land is highlighted. Amidst the chants of Buddha's name, the sword energy subsides the murderous intention, loses speed, and everything becomes slow. The right palm fell, the five fingers of light gold were all suppressed, and the sword energy collapsed! When you practice Prajna Palm to the highest level and cultivate your Dharma body, you will be able to hold the Buddha's kingdom in your palm, the mountain of five fingers!

Young Master Qinglian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was feeling the rain of swords coming from the sky. Suddenly, he retracted his sword like a seed in bud. The surroundings suddenly changed, the green light was misty, and it was not stained by dust. He seemed to be a refined immortal, noble and elegant. The sword technique unfolds, the seeds germinate and grow rapidly. The misty green light turns into petals with the force of the sword, slowly blooming, beautiful and dreamlike. The sword energy was just blocked by the green lotus petals. With the power of one sword, it can be used as dozens of sword energy!

The visions of heaven and earth are extremely beautiful, and so is the swordsmanship! This is an outdoor sword move contained in the Huanhua Sword Sect's secret art "The Immortal Sword of Immortality", the Green Lotus Sword Song!

Meng Qi shouted violently, and the long sword seemed to be lashing or chopping. It was both as void as the sky and as heavy as thunder. The pressure caused the layers of airflow to collapse towards the sword energy, and the thick steel plate of the defense was crushed over. The electric sword energy exploded, with fierce and domineering momentum, and the posture of a thunderous dragon, it rushed towards the sword energy, opening its mouth to devour. There were streaks of scorched black on the ground, green bricks were broken, and there was electric light jumping around. Bang bang bang, the sword energy disappeared, the electric dragon was scattered, the energy exploded, and a wall of energy was created out of thin air.

The aftermath of the sword energy that did not hit the four people all went towards the people watching the battle. The feminine eunuch beside the prince took a step forward, invisible ripples spread, and all the sword energy and lightning that hit him were quickly shattered. Eunuch Feng, who was protecting King Jin, was not convinced. He snorted coldly and kept snapping, like countless fine needles shooting out of cattle, crushing the sword energy, electric light and strength one by one.

The exterior scene of the Wang family next to Wang Siyuan, with a still expression and a smile on his lips, points out and merges into the void. All the sword energy dissipates inexplicably. The ghosts and gods are unpredictable and mysterious.

With only Jiang Zhiwei's direction, Lu Chunyang raised his head and drank it all, as if he didn't realize it and never made a move. When Jiang Zhiwei saw this, he smiled brightly, as if the flowers were in full bloom and the spring was bright. The white rainbow sun-piercing sword placed on the desk was unsheathed for an inch. The sharp edge suddenly appeared, and the sword energy that shot out was cut off one after another, as if there was an invisible barrier in front of the two of them, making countless people's eyes slightly move, and they had an impression of the strength of the second-ranked Fairy of the Absolute Sword. The phoenix among men who defeated Wang Siyuan was outstanding in style and graceful, not inferior to He Jiu.

Outside the hall, silvery white shimmered, roaring, and heavy rain poured down, hitting the ground, making dense and noisy sounds. The clothes on He Jiu's body have become tattered, with holes one after another. Each hole is smooth and smooth. The fact that it can cause such marks on the soft cloth shows how powerful his sword energy is!

The sword energy whizzed out from the 364 major acupoints, including the eyes, ears, nose, and other apertures. With his own strength, he was able to temporarily resist the special moves of Meng Qi, Yan Chong, and others!

Lu Chunyang looked at this scene and knew that He Jiu still had a chance. His eyes moved slightly, and he turned to Jiang Zhiwei, nodded slightly, and said softly.

"It's your chance to help him!"

Jiang Zhiwei's mind moved slightly, and a flash of inspiration appeared on her pretty face. She used her finger as a sword, and out of thin air, she did not use the sword to escape selflessness, but used her own self-created Yama Tie, with a fierce intention of death, such as Falling into the Nine Netherworld, chills spread all over the body, making people shiver uncontrollably.

The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch? Jiang Zhiwei's sword timing was clever and she accurately grasped the situation. Following the space created by the five people's fight, the long sword reached He Jiu in the blink of an eye without any obstruction.

The will of death struck, and He Jiu felt like he was falling into hell. He felt a stinging pain in his eyebrows and an emptiness in his body. The sword energy that had just exploded made him in the weakest state at this moment. Although he could regain his breath with just one breath and explode the sword energy that filled his body twice more, the sword had already reached the center of his eyebrows. This was a desperate situation and pressure that he had not felt for a long time.

Not far behind is an old man sitting in black robes, with many wrinkles on his face, and a long sword stuck in front of him. He is one of the foreign affairs elders of Donghai Sword Village, the guardian of Xingyun Village, "Eight Wind Sword" Gongyang Hao. At this time, seeing He Jiu's face twisted and blood welling up, Gong Yang Hao's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

"Crack!"

An illusory shattering sound sounded, and He Jiu's eyebrows split rapidly. The darkness was so deep that it was impossible to look directly. A bright red sword energy shot out from within, hitting Jiang Zhiwei's sword energy with a loud sound.

At the same time, the scattered and defeated sword energy around them stirred up again, as if they were in contact with their master again, swish, swish, swish, swish, the sky was full of sword energy, coming or going, straight or curved, The situations are all different, and the death energy and anger between heaven and earth seem to have turned into sword energy! Pieces of tiles were penetrated, and raindrops dripped down, but before they even hit the ground, they were shattered by the sword energy. Each beam and column was broken, but because it was too fast, the upper part was still firmly stuck to the lower part, and the house did not shake at all.

Wang Siyuan suddenly stood up, pulled out his dull "Three Thoughts" sword, and stabbed it out without any surprise. As soon as the long sword was handed over, he took a step forward, stepped on Bagua, and shrunk to an inch. He was already in front of He Jiu. He thought twice about the sword's impartiality. At the moment when the bright red sword energy dispersed Jiang Zhiwei's sword energy, he took over and stabbed He Jiu between the eyebrows. .

"Is this taking the young village master's life?"

Gong Yanghao was shocked. He didn't expect that the young master of the Jiangdong Wang family would do such an unbelievable thing on such an occasion. With a thought in his mind, his sword intention struck first.

"when!"

The sound of invisible collision broke out, and Wang Ruizhi pointed out a finger, blocking Gong Yang Hao's shot, preventing him from rescuing He Jiu.

He Jiu's eyes widened, and the time and space around him seemed to have come to a standstill. The sword energy suddenly rolled back and poured into his body, all returning! The sky is bright, and the cyan electric light illuminates the dark night, allowing people to see low-hanging leaden clouds and heavy rain like lines. Compared with it, the blossoming fireworks are like the light of fireflies, how can they compete with the bright moon!

"Boom!"

Cyan thunder penetrated the roof and landed on He Jiu's head. Heavenly calamity, this is heavenly calamity!

Including a few people on location, I don’t know how many people were in shock. He Jiu seemed to have broken through directly from the realm of the unity of heaven and man to the location, thus attracting divine punishment!

Wang Siyuan had put away the Sansi Sword and stood quietly next to He Jiu, like a protector, with light eyebrows and deep eyes.

He Jiu roared loudly, overwhelming the thunder, and the endless sword energy exploded, stirring up the death energy, vitality and part of the power of heaven and earth, drowning his whole body, and facing the thunder in a mighty manner.

boom!

The thunder light was defeated, the sword energy was dispersed, and He Jiu disappeared without a trace. There seemed to be a sword energy wandering around, but it was invisible and formless, so it was impossible to grasp it. Even Hong Qian changed his color slightly. He Jiu suddenly reappeared, wearing a robe full of holes, and slowly landed in the center.

The entire hall suddenly became illusory, and many people had an inexplicable feeling. As long as He Jiu thought about it, no one in the hall could escape the attack of the sword energy, which was invisible and formless!

Seeing this, Jiang Zhiwei smiled sweetly, bright and gorgeous, free and easy, her figure floated, and appeared in the center of the hall, her energy lingering, blending into the void, and smiled at He Jiu.

"Thank you so much, Mr. He, I have the perfect opportunity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sword intent rose up from his body, soaring straight into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds. A bolt of thunder fell again, the silver snake danced wildly, and the electric light was bright. The sword in Jiang Zhiwei's hand was unsheathed, like a phoenix, and the sound was clear and distant, The sword light is majestic, the sword energy is condensed, it roars out, strikes upward, it is unstoppable, and it cuts down all things. There is no self, no sword, and no regrets when the sword comes out.

"Boom!"

The lightning flashed, and the sky and the earth were completely white. Everyone could not see anything clearly. It seemed like a moment, but also like a lifetime. The lightning disappeared. Jiang Zhiwei was dressed in a goose-yellow dress, with her long sword sheathed. She smiled sweetly and brightly. The object was elegant, holy and luxurious, and the aura on her body was obscure and secretive, vaguely connected to the surrounding void. The power of heaven and earth resonated with it, and she actually broke through the realm of outdoor scenes.