Chapter 772 Sword

The flames were boiling and flowing down the sky. The hands on his neck were locked tighter and tighter. Situ Mo still couldn't figure it out.

Why?

Situ Mo was surprised at first that Li Zhouwei could find him on the vast river, but then quickly understood that if Li Zhouwei could find him, there must be someone guiding him from Zifu behind him, but why did Li Zhouwei show up? Wouldn't it be good to escape into the East China Sea in one breath?

If you Zifu can't figure out Li Zhouwei, can you still not figure out Situ Mo? Even though he, Situ Mo, was released by Zhu Zi Mansion, he had such mysterious powers, how could he not have an informant? No matter how Li Zhouwei evacuated, he would never be able to evacuate as quickly as Zi Mansion.

‘Why do you have to get rid of my knife! ’

'Unless...the Zifu who guided Li Zhouwei wanted to lure him to get rid of me...but the Zifu's eyes must be on me. Even if he uses the talisman again...can he run away? ’

But it was too late for him to speak. The bright sun and sky light boiled out from his face. The rays of sunlight between Li Zhouwei's eyebrows exploded Situ Mo's whole head into a foam of bones and flesh. Hot blood spurted out in an instant. Come out, evaporate into golden evil spirit and fly up.

The master of the Boring Gold Sect, who had been fighting with the Li family for four generations, finally melted away in the blazing bright sun, leaving only two storage bags and a dim golden rhombus-patterned cassock hanging on the halberd, with two cuffs. The drums are raised high and fluttering in the wind.

"Wow."

Bright golden needles fell from the sky and fluttered on the river. This set of precious foundation-building instruments were picked up by the skylight and floated back into the air. Li Zhouwei drew out his halberd and his body turned into light.

"Boom!"

With the death of Situ Mo, the sky quickly became brighter, and the trees around the salty lake were moving, and every leaf rustled and hung downward.

The calm water surface rippled sharply, and the huge golden devil struck the salty lake. It hooked up to the sky, causing the clouds to disappear and the fog to disperse. The feeling of cold autumn filled the air, and the night passed early and dawn appeared.

Situ Mo, as a monk at the pinnacle of foundation building and practicing secret techniques, with the Purple Mansion in sight, accidentally fell into the trap and died suddenly, without much loss of life and life. The celestial phenomena were also vigorous, fast and fast.

This golden spirit reached the sky, and soon fell down, touching the surface and lake bed of the Salt Lake. Gold is the son of the earth. The scene was a hundred times more gorgeous in an instant. The surface of the Salt Lake was colored green, blue, and red, and the earth's veins were shaking, obviously. There are veins of minerals growing underground.

Li Zhouwei did not suppress the vision of the other party's death. The change of color in the sky and the shaking of the earth instantly attracted eyes from all directions. Instead of escaping to the East China Sea, he lit up the Dharma light, and the bright light flashed, and he appeared in the river. Looking at the sky beside him, he put his two fingers together in front of his chest to activate his magic power.

"Boom!"

The river was passing by, the sky was hazy, and there was already the brilliance of the morning light. A clear pass emerged out of thin air, with overlapping white bricks and turrets rising up. It was golden and brilliant, and it burst out of the sky with great momentum, in the clouds. Shine in all directions.

This Ming Pass was activated by Li Zhouwei with all his strength, and the light shone on the salt lake, visible from far and near, attracting people to watch. Li Zhouwei stood under the Ming Pass holding a halberd, wearing platinum armor.

The view here is extremely broad. He was just standing on the shore of the salty lake that was once the Xuanyue Gate. The eyes in Taixu had already been cast one by one. There was even a escaping light roaring from the river approaching, stopping doubtfully not far away. On the lake.

Li Zhouwei remained motionless, and the platinum armor on his body became more and more radiant under the bright light. He placed his halberd on the ground, raised his eyebrows and looked into the sky, making a sound like thunder.

"Wangyue Li Clan Li Zhouwei is here! Since you want to kill me to eliminate future troubles, do it quickly!"

The sound rolled and spread across the lake. There was a brief moment of silence, but no one answered.

Li Zhouwei's hand holding the Dasheng halberd turned slightly white. He stood the halberd in the air with a "clang" sound, sat cross-legged under Mingguan, and took out a jade box from behind.

This jade box was as bright as emerald, with bright lines. The lid of the box slid open smoothly, and a green blade emerged from it.

This sword is four feet and five inches long, green and white, with a pure white edge. It is quite magnificent, and its brilliance is as sparkling as water. Two ancient characters are engraved in the middle:

[Green Ruler]

In the cold light, the sword seemed to be beating slightly. The hilt was tied with ordinary black cloth. The original owner had cut it very carefully, with rounded edges. There were faintly written words on the sword tassel along the edge.

【Execute】

[Seven Feet Bronze] is the gold of Taiyin and Shaoyin. It has been maintained for many years and its blue-white color has become more intense. Even if the light in the sky is so bright, there is still a sword light reaching into the sky.

Li Zhouwei just put the jade box on his lap and waited quietly.

A little bit of bright light quickly appeared on the surface of the river, coming closer from a distance. After two breaths, six monks in white and gray clothes were already coming on the wind, getting closer and closer to the lake.

The clothes of these six people are gray and white, with gold on the collar, which is exactly what the Changxiao Sect wears. The leader is rich and handsome, tall, with eyebrows on the temples. He is really an immortal. At a glance, he is a disciple of the Immortal Sect. His expression But it's a little complicated.

Seeing the young man standing still under the clear gate, the man raised his sleeves and did not take action immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and asked:

"Where is the real person? This person escaped to Xianhu and asked me to wait until I looked at the moon. But now I'm here, why can't I see the real person?"

The monk on the side raised his hands and replied:

"Uncle Yunan, Zhaojing is outside, and there is no reason for Zi Mansion to build its foundation for personal gain. Master Chengyan should be in Taixu to hold the battle for us."

Yu Nanzi has been stationed overseas all year round. He has a violent temper, but he is fairly knowledgeable about domestic affairs. After hearing this, he became angry and said quickly:

"Bai Huan, are you too cowardly to be afraid of him? This is the seed of Zifu. I heard that it has a destiny. It is much more terrible than Zhaojing. If you let him escape, wouldn't it be more dangerous? Let the real person slap him to death. The Wangyue Li family is still on the lake, and they still have a weak point in their hands. If Zhaojing dares to harm a disciple of ours, we will kill him as soon as we find a direct descendant of the Li family. What can he do? "

Bai Manzi whispered:

"Uncle Master is used to killing people overseas, but this is not the same at home. The Li family is related to several Zifus, and they are also from the Zifu Immortal Clan. There are even several in-laws from the Zifus. Real people also have to die, and they are also afraid of this. The methods used to harm the direct descendants of the Zi family in such a majestic manner are beyond the tolerance of any family."

"It's just a coward who only leaves trouble for the future!... There were many ambushes on the lake... He was allowed to run away. [Mountain Mist Moves Yuesuo] could not be here, and Situ Mo was missing."

Bai Yanzi could only try his best to comfort him and replied:

"Uncle, don't be angry. Fortunately, several masters have paid attention to Situ Mo. Master Chengyan even followed the order of Master Da, and ordered me to wait on the lake and follow Situ Mo personally. Now it counts Caught."

"What's more, Master Cheng Yan said...Li Zhouwei is too dangerous, and each sect is more interested in igniting the enemy. If something goes wrong, he will personally take action and take revenge to take Li Zhouwei back. He always tries to reduce the loss first. Method."

"Situ Mo is not here to catch him! Without Situ Mo, do you know how many things can't be done!"

Yu Nanzi suppressed his anger and replied, and everyone stopped on the lake one by one.

Yu Nanzi looked from a distance and looked at the Mingguan in the clouds. Seeing the amazing momentum, he gradually became serious. He stared at the young man carefully, shook his sleeves and said:

"Get the sword, I'll do the same thing when I capture him!"

Several people immediately approached, and Yu Nanzi moved his fingers to prepare for the seal. The young man immediately raised his eyebrows and saw a pair of golden eyes. Yu Nanzi was stunned for a moment, and the anger in his heart gradually turned into palpitations:

'No wonder Da Zhenren wanted to catch him...'

But in the face of the six people who suddenly arrived, Li Zhouwei didn't say a word or cast a spell. The first action the young man made was to tie the blue-white sword conspicuously on his armor. at.

After receiving such contempt, several people looked at each other. The white-haired man had already taken out a halo from his sleeve. It was only the size of a palm and as thick as a finger. He pinched the halo with two fingers and looked at the person under him with the other end, silently. Confuse:

'strangeness…'

Time did not allow him to think too much. One more hour meant one more variable. The monk did not hold back at all. He took out the spiritual weapon when he came up, raised the aperture in his hand, and said:

"Drive away the sharp light, the sun is dark and the stars are falling, don't light an open fire, don't use its energy..."

As he spoke, Yu Nanzi had already led his men to pounce down. The Taoist leader held a slender magic sword in his hand. Circles of golden light emitted from the sword. He struck decisively and chopped down the long sword in one step.

Li Zhouwei glanced at him, drew his halberd, and exerted force with one hand. The halberd suddenly burst into fierce black flames, and rushed towards him like a dragon emerging from the water. Yu Nanzi relied on him to practice for two more years, and he was not afraid even if he was overseas all year round. He faced the light of the halberd.

"Clang!"

There was just a sound of metal, and Yu Nanzi's long sword was raised suddenly and uncontrollably. The Gengjin magic light on the sword was eroded by the black flames and disappeared completely. However, Li Zhouwei was not forgiving. He held it against his eyebrows with a halberd. Immediately, the sun's rays burst out and sped away.

The golden rays of the sun suddenly amplified, and the spell was blessed by the lurking gold, penetrating far and near. It didn't come towards Yu Nanzi, but in an instant towards Bai Manzi who was casting the spell a little further away.

The speed of the obsidian light was extremely fast. Bai Yanzi never thought that Li Zhouwei would resist the five people and would go far away to deal with him. This time, he was caught off guard. A halo appeared on Bai Yanzi's body, and he barely blocked it. The flames burned out, and he screamed. Creaking.

Bai Manzi's spell paused, causing a halo of light and darkness in his hands. Several people were despised by this and only waved their magical weapons. Li Zhouwei raised his halberd back and placed it across his chest, scattering the spells of the two people on the left and right. The black light halberd was immediately deployed to hold the enemy's magic weapon.

The remaining fire-living spell was urgent and fierce, in the shape of a bird, with some strange brown color, and seemed to be blessed by spiritual fire. It was not a simple spell, it was extremely powerful. Before it reached the center, flames were already sprouting everywhere. .

A small flag immediately appeared behind Li Zhouwei, and the five-color Lihuo swept up, hitting the Lihuo and resisting it. Unexpectedly, the color of the Lihuo changed, and a sword suddenly came out from it.

This sword is fierce from the fire, the light is shining, the sword energy is like a rainbow, it turns out to be the art of sword control.

"Junior Brother Zhuang is a good magician!"

This person who makes Li Huo is also a powerful character. Yu Nanzi knew that he was powerful, so he specially called him here. At this moment, he also drew his sword, activated the spell that had been brewing for a long time, released the wind of Xi Qi, and also forced it towards Li Zhouwei.

However, Li Zhouwei was unhurried. The Mingguan behind him suddenly became bright, and the skylight shone down. He gently calmed the Lihuo Sword that was speeding towards him. He made a false shot of his halberd and stabbed back at the person nearby.

He supported Changxiao's five people by himself, and for a moment he didn't even look frightened. Faced with Yu Nanzi's bright wind, he showed no fear. He swept his halberd across the sky, turned his face sideways, and the sunrise between his eyebrows shot towards The monk surnamed Zhuang hit him with his sword.

Although the white mane next to him was interrupted by him, he was profound in Taoism and had already finished casting the spell within a few breaths. He gently threw the circle of light and quickly enlarged it in the air, turning it into the size of a courtyard and as thick as an embrace. Waves of light were released from the circle. The aura envelopes everything around it.

In an instant, the color of the Mingguan behind Li Zhouwei suddenly dimmed, the flames in Lihuo's flag flickered out, and even the sunlight above his eyebrows shrank by a week.

Only the black flames on the halberd were raging, showing no sign of abatement, and even pushed back three points of the aura falling from the sky.

"Spiritual weapon."

Li Zhouwei held the halberd, and Yu Nanzi's misty wind was still swirling on the halberd. Mingyang's mana was expelled one after another, and the mana from both sides invaded, forcing him to take a step back.

Yu Nanzi and the monks surnamed Zhuang are both direct descendants of the Zifu. The remaining three are slightly weaker, but there are also two in the late stage of foundation building. Regardless of the white mane in the sky who wants to control the spiritual weapon, the monks sent by Changxiao are obviously I want to eat him up.

He stood still, but several monks from the Changxiao Sect gradually dispersed and surrounded him. The white mane was running the spiritual weapon in the sky, watching him carefully, the doubts in his heart still lingered like a shadow.

"There is no real order yet... It's strange. Whether it's to surround and kill or to capture alive... there must be an order!"

There were gusts of wind blowing in the long sky, and the white mane was even a little absent-minded. He raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of blue appearing in the sky higher up, blowing towards the northwest.

Bai Manzi is a senior cultivator of Changxiao Clan. Of course he understands what the blue color in the sky is. It is the [Baosui Spring Breeze] of Jianmen. It flies from the top of Jianfeng and all the way to Xianhu Lake to combine with the sea breeze and nourish it. Jiangnan is also a good thing, but no one in the Jianmen realm dares to collect it.

‘[Baosui Spring Breeze] went through the Jianmen realm before combining with the sea breeze...Is it this path...Why did it blow to Xuanyuemen...'

His expression was stiff, a white light suddenly lit up in his hand, and he quickly grabbed someone from mid-air. Seeing the good show, this San Xiu was caught off guard and almost spit out a mouthful of blood, with a look of panic on his face.

Bai Yanzi grabbed his throat and said coldly:

"Whose realm is this? Wasn't Xuanyue eaten by Ye... Duxian Dao!"

This man was also a casual cultivator nearby, and he quickly said in panic:

"Taoist...Xuanyue has no lakeside boundary for a long time! I heard that the area around Xianhu Lake was privately returned to Jianmen, and it has long been the boundary of Jianmen...Xuanmiao also hurriedly sent the land over, from this area all the way to the north, even Most of the surface of the salty lake is the boundary of Jianmen!"

"Sir, I heard that if a swordsman looks up from here, he can even see the sword light on the sword peak!"

The monks like Bai Yanzi had been in seclusion for many years. As soon as they came out of seclusion, they were pulled to the lake to ambush them. It only took a day or two. They only knew that Xuanyue had been annexed by Duxian. How could they know so much? He was suddenly shocked:

"I see! No wonder...I fell into a trap unexpectedly...No wonder!"