I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

The blade light is cold and brutal, far beyond the ordinary martial artist of Jingyuelou.

Jingyuelou Elder Tang Jian, who had previously fought against the blood shadow Old Demon, used the cold moon knife passed down by the Jingyuelou progenitor, which was a far cry from Yao Kui.

Blood rain in the sky, split by Lengyue blade light, blade light goes up against the sky, slashing Phoenix directly.

“Afraid you will not succeed?” Old Demon sneered.

Blood Phoenix flaps its wings in midair, and its feathers turn into one after another blood line, criss-crossed between Heaven and Earth, as fine as a net.

Yao Kui’s Lengyue Knife flew past, severing blood lines, constantly moving upwards.

But every time it touches a blood line, the blade light becomes dim, and there are more stains on the blade.

Countless blood threads are intertwined, eventually polluting Lengyue Knife.

Blade light is strong, but it is constantly being worn away, and eventually becomes an arrow at the end of its flight.

In the end, the fine blood web was more than half cut, but the cold moon knife that Yao Kui threw out was also like a Flying Insect that crashed into the web. It was stuck, unable to move even a little bit .

Yao Kui used his own energy to drive the sword back, but found that Lengyue Dao was stuck in the blood web and he no longer listened to his control.

In the midair, there is more one after another blood light, which quickly spread towards Yao Kui.

It was actually contaminated with his aura, and in turn the intention was to contaminate Yao Kui himself.

Yao Kui complexion slightly changed, the opponent’s magic skills are more evil and domineering than he expected.

He can only cut off his own energy and give up Leng Yuedao completely.

Blood Phoenix uttered a stern and long scream, bloody lines flying all over the sky, and flew towards everyone in Jingyue Tower.

Old Demon was so relieved that he couldn’t help but want to scream up to the sky.

Although the martial artist is good at fighting, he is not bad.

Same as the seventh realm, the strength is the same.

The key is that the “Phoenix Blood Book” he practiced is better than the Martial Dao inheritance of the opponent’s Jingyue Tower.

Since the “Phoenix Blood Book” was taught by Your Majesty, the old man has been diligent and hardworking, and now he has several points of results…Old Demon’s head laughed, and Phoenix’s wings shook. Dive straight down, pounce on everyone in Jingyue Tower.

One after another blood line, like a rain of arrows, stabbed down.

Yao Kui had no choice but to resist with a gas shield.

But this time, the blood lines pierced into the air shield like iron nails piercing the leather.

As soon as it pierced into it, every blood line looked like a strange snake with its own life and thought, constantly twisting.

The original invisible and colorless air shield, at this moment, it seems like blood dripping into a pond, being quickly dyed red.

Yao Kui felt that the other party’s evil power was attacking him through the air shield.

At a critical juncture, other Martial Artists of Jingyue Tower threw their own cold moon knives to attack Phoenix and relieved their Elder Yao.

Blood Phoenix completely ignores it, treating it as nothing.

Dozens of Cold Moon Knives cut into the blood Phoenix within the body.

The blood that composes Phoenix’s body vibrates, and after continuous ups and downs, it returns to its original state.

The Jingyuelou disciples found that they all lost control of their weapons.

Next moment, Phoenix spread its wings, and saw a crescent scimitar, which looked like a root feather at the end of its wings.

Old Demon unperturbed, while suppressing Yao Kui, while imitating Zhang Dongyun’s past actions.

Seeing that he seemed to reproduce the style of Your Majesty, Old Demon was extremely happy.

The blood Phoenix formed by his incarnation flashed its wings, and the crescent scimitar flew out under the bloodline to counterattack the people in the mirror.

Jingyue Tower martial artist quickly raised the mirror light buckler to resist.

However, more than a dozen round shields were smashed on the spot, and the Mirror Moon Tower behind the shields were killed by their own Crescent Scimitar.

When Old Demon was playing arbitrarily, he suddenly became alert.

A big river, suspended in the air, rushed towards him.

The source of the river is a volume of calligraphy and painting.

The owner is Cheng Luo, Mr. Ling Ping of Cheng Family.

Cheng Luo swishes a few drops of ink and writes a poem of Qinghe to cleanse the dirty river, manifest the big river, and wash away the blood.

Old Demon is not afraid of being an enemy.

Blood Phoenix’s wings shook, and under the traction of the blood line, dozens of crescent-like blade light slashed towards the river.

The river was cut into many sections by the blade light.

But Cheng Luo did not become surprised. After the long river that the poem turned into was cut off, it did not lose control. Instead, it volleyed into dozens of currents and continued to change.

Under the control of Cheng Luo, these dozens of currents, like a flexible whip, slapped the blood line extending from Phoenix.

The water whip is everywhere, like a quasi-quasi-strike in the place where the blood line is weak, breaking the blood line continuously.

Losing the blood line connection, those crescent scimitars have lost control and landed.

“Whip into it? How much can you beat the old man?” Old Demon sneered again and again.

He knows that Cheng Luo is a Confucian cultivator in the seventh realm, and has the magic of penetrating inside.

The seventh stage of Confucian cultivation, called Zhizhi, is the same as the Sixth Stage.

Investigate things to gain knowledge, explore the principles of things, from which knowledge is clearly understood.

The Confucian cultivator of Sixth Stage explores the profound mystery of all things, which can influence illusory talents, influence the tangible things in reality, and transform their lips and tongues.

When you reach the seventh realm, you can clearly understand all the truths, see through the virtual reality of all things, and perceive the flow of the opponent’s breath when facing the enemy, avoiding or looking for weak spots in advance.

Get a Magical Powers, called Whip Pi into Lane, a clearly understood enemy weak spot, which is specifically targeted to get twice the result with half the effort.

The blood shadow Old Demon had repeatedly fought fiercely before, and Cheng Luo did not immediately make a move, but was carefully observing Old Demon’s head.

Then he made a plan and moved, and sure enough, he succeeded.

But Old Demon was fierce, and immediately set off a more fierce counterattack, holding on to the idea of ​​single force subduing Shihui, attacking Cheng Luo.

While Cheng Luo opened his mouth to chant poems, he kept writing.

The combination of the flowers in the pen and speaking like a printed book, coupled with the Divine Ability, constantly washes away the old Demon’s attack.

There are thousands of blood lines extending from the blood Phoenix, which is airtight and flexible.

Although Cheng Luo could crack most of them, he began to struggle more and more.

Fortunately, after his interruption, the pressure on Jingyuelou Yao Kui’s side was relieved, and he immediately counterattacked.

The two work together to withstand the monstrous ferocity of the blood shadow Old Demon.

On the other side, the Jingtong people are holding the Lihuo golden lamp, trying to break through the black clouds in front of them.

But after breaking through the dark clouds, what I saw was not a way out, but a black clothed old man.

Wu Mister Yun calmly pinched a secret art, and then took a breath.

Suddenly gusts of overcast wind swept through, causing the lights above Jingtong people’s heads to shake.

The Taoist priest himself was also unstable and almost fell from the clouds.

He quickly cast spell, Dark-red Flame turned into a boundless fire sea.

However, the fire sea was also difficult to approach under the stern wind blowing, and it went out in pieces.

When the people in Jingtong saw this quickly, they secretly clenched the teeth.

The flame above his head flickered, and a dark red baby appeared.

Nascent Soul is out!

The Jingtongren of the seventh realm of Taoism revealed his own Nascent Soul, condensing Xuanfu Lihuo.

The dark red flame gathers into a group, and then rotates and turns into a huge fire wheel.

As the flame condenses and rotates, it finally barely resists the wind blowing and does not disperse.

Wu Mister Yun just smiled casually upon seeing this.

next moment, a black wind blade, appeared without warning and passed by.

Dark red’s fire wheel was cut in half.

The infant on top of Jingtongren’s head looked down for a while, looking down.

A gap appeared on the body of the dark red Nascent Soul, dividing him into two.