These two demons, one represents ice and the other represents fire. At this moment, they share the power of bipolarity. In an instant, the sky changes drastically, snow is flying, the ground vibrates, flames rage, ice and fire combine to form a terrifying force. Destructive power.

But Mo Lisao is not afraid at all, he doesn't dodge, and he doesn't see how he moves. It's just because the immortal Tao body has been cultivated to the perfection of the divine treasure, and he has his own Taoist profound hand to protect himself. ?

"This.........."

"how is this possible?!"

Seeing the ice and fire offensive, it was difficult to shake the Profound Handle of Daoji, and the fire demon couldn't help but be shocked and angry, and the ice demon was also surprised. When he came out, Mo Lisao's body-guarding qi was very powerful, and it was definitely not something that ordinary congenital masters could possess.

but..........

Even so, they still refused to show weakness. After all, not long ago, they had just said that apart from Xuanzun, only one person could pass this level, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Lisao was like a stroll in the courtyard. Passing by, isn't this intentional to slap them in the face?

As the saying goes: It is bearable and unbearable!

In the current situation, the uncle can bear it, but the aunt can't bear it either!

Therefore, they immediately activated their own magic powers, the power of ice and fire, and attacked Mo Lisao incessantly. , However, no matter how much effort they exerted, they were still unable to shake the defense of Daoji Profound Handle, even in the slightest.

"hateful!"

"Extremely nasty!"

The ice and fire demons were in a state of rage, and they roared again and again, but they never thought that at this moment, Mo Lisao, who was about to walk through the aisle of life, suddenly turned his head, swept his eyebrows coldly, and the words in his mouth seemed to be cold: "Shut up, You two are non-mainstream, if you dare to compare blindly, be careful I will destroy you two."

"......"

The sudden shouting made the Ice and Snow Shuangmo feel an unprecedented sense of terrifying crisis. They couldn't help but tremble, and they were so scared that they didn't dare to say a word.

Eh, these two obviously have no morals. Bullying the soft and fearing the hard is their character label. In the face of the weak, they are naturally arrogant and arrogant, but at this moment, in the face of the strong, Mo Lisao, who does not want it, is one by one, but even the atmosphere is full of arrogance. Not daring to breathe, she could only shiver as she watched Mo Lisao enter the third level.

Unlike the previous two levels, the third level is the real test.

The moment Mo Lisao stepped into the third level, he was astonishingly surprised by the vision in front of his eyes. Immediately, a familiar figure, accompanied by a familiar poem number, walked leisurely:

"The jade pen is difficult to draw, and there are thousands of articles."

"When you join the WTO, you don't step on the vicissitudes of life, and you don't fall out of the dust."

"Leave the scrolls, and the sea of ​​people crosses."

"Free time dance (aebj) sword point flying frost, who is crazy?"

"Be at ease as I am, one poem and one sword will settle the storm!"

Qiqiqiqiqi, the comer in the illusion is not someone else, but it is the myth of the Taoist realm in the golden light world, the way of heaven, this strange inner demon test, Mo Lisao Goodbye to the way of heaven, what kind of splendid sparks will the two worlds collide with each other in this world?

At the same time, on the platform of blood, after a period of hard work, Zen Master He Ye finally reluctantly suppressed the anger of the bloody sword, and then told Xuantong, who had been waiting for a long time, the story of Huang Hua Yu Qiu Chan .

The gentle tone of voice, the sadness and sorrow of the yellow flower, the obsession of the sword, reflected in the consciousness of the swordsman, point to a segment of reincarnation under the sword, the blood, in the autumn, flows into blood red everywhere; The cicadas chirped until the end.

"This sword uses slaughter to vent its hatred. The sword-wielder, with the hatred in the sword, can see step by step the top of the sword. The swordsman who can point people into reincarnation, with this sword, stood at the peak of kendo, and in the end, the sound of killing in his ears became Qiu Chan's mourning."

Xuantong asked curiously, "Then why do you plant a yellow flower next to the corpse after every murder?"

"In those days, the blood-yang remnant sword killed all swordsmen and warriors, but in an autumn day, I accidentally killed a woman who was powerless. Before she died, she said to me, I hope I can bury her. In the northern foothills of Houshan where she lives. She said that whenever I kill a person, she will plant a yellow flower for me with her own hands, so that every life has its meaning, and it falls on my life, and this Once, you have to trouble me and plant the yellow flower that belongs to her."

When Zen Master He Ye spoke, he couldn't help but folded his hands and closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see the original image again, but that scene seemed to have been imprinted on his heart long ago, making him hard to let go: "When When I brought her body to the northern foot of the back mountain, I saw the yellow flowers blooming all over the mountains and fields, and the perennial autumn cicadas in my ears stopped, only the endless wind was blowing into my empty heart, whistling. ."

"Wow~~!"

Hearing this, Zi Yufen was immediately taken aback, and he couldn't help but jumped his feet and shouted: "The yellow flowers are all over the mountains, how many people are they going to kill?!"

"Ugh..........."

With a sigh, Zen Master He Ye said, "I didn't understand until then. It turned out that the meaning of her planting the yellow flowers was to let me understand how many people my hands had killed. These killings are just my obsession. Reincarnation, the dead, cannot be detached by my sword."

Xuan Tong said: "That woman who has no power to hold a chicken is your wife, right?"

"how do you know?"

Zen Master He Ye was surprised, but saw Xuantong reply leisurely: "The way you speak reminds me of something."

"I see."

Zen Master He Ye said: "Yes, she is indeed my wife. At the beginning, she used death as a remonstrance to wake me up from the evil power of this sword. Later, I sealed this sword with blood. Here, I will escape into the empty door from now on, but every time the autumn wind comes together, this sword will always exude an inexplicable attraction, and people will pull it up."

"In the first year that the Sword of Blood Yang Remnant was sealed, I came here because of induction. Who would have thought that countless swordsmen would be affected by this sword and kill each other. In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, I am in the At this time, I have to come back, kneel on my sword and recite the scriptures, hoping to resolve the sword's ill-will."

"Hmm~"

Xuantong pondered: "When I was invited to visit the Hall of Fame in the Sea of ​​Swords, I chose you as my opponent at a glance. Only by defeating you can I meet the Lord of Sea of ​​Swords... "

Hearing these words, before Xuantong could finish his words, Zen Master He Ye said bluntly: "No need to compare, I admit defeat."

"That won't do!"

As Xuan Tong spoke, he raised his hand and took a shot in the air, the clam cricket sword grabbed its scabbard and jumped into his hand, pointing at Zen Master He Ye in the direction of the sword's edge: "This time is different from the past, after hearing your story, now I want to compare swords with you, no longer simply for the sake of seeing the Lord of the Sword Sea, but to listen to the rhythm of the sword through the sound of the sword during the confrontation, because only in this way can we truly resolve The sword is hostile, so please draw the sword, the sword of the six paths of snow... Click on the reincarnation!".

Episode 188: The sword starts reincarnation, and the two-day duel!

[On Monday, I especially asked for a wave of flowers for support, and hope that fellow Taoists will support and support, and continue to support and update! 】

Bloody platform, bloody platform!

The storm is coming on the bloody platform!

Following Xuan Tong's challenge, the invisible ghost atmosphere was gradually spreading, like a taut string that was about to break. Seeing this, Zen Master He Ye hurriedly knelt on his sword and chanted scriptures again, hoping to save everything.

but..........

There are so many things in this world that are not always satisfactory.

Just like now, at this moment, although Zen Master He Ye has already strongly warned that the sword cannot be drawn, but the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and Zi Yufen immediately shouted: "It's just to draw a sword, is it necessary to insist on this? ? I don't believe that the consequences of drawing the sword are as serious as you said!"

The moment the voice fell, he stepped out one step, and the man appeared beside the Xueyang Remnant Sword in an instant, and immediately, one hand held the hilt of the sword.

"No, no!"

Zen Master He Ye wanted to stop it, but it was still a step too late. Purple Yufen had already pulled out the sword. The moment the sword came out, the red rain poured down, and an ancient evil spirit filled the air. Purple Yufen held the sword in his hand, and the whole person suddenly Falling into a demonic barrier, he screamed in agony.

"Oops, danger!"

Not daring to ignore it, Zen Master He Ye hurried forward and snatched the sword of blood yang from Zi Yufen's hand. Immediately, the evil thoughts in the sword surged wildly, invaded his brain, and controlled his will.

"Don't force me!"

"Don't force me!!"

"Don't force me!!!"

The constant invasion of hostility detonated the long-buried remorse in his heart, and Zen Master He Ye let out a terrible scream, and he could no longer suppress the arrogance in his heart. In the loud noise, smoke and dust filled the sky.

"Hehehehe..."

In the smoke and dust, a deep, ghostly laughter came out. The laughter was full of crazy killing intent, and the smoke and dust permeated the surrounding area in an instant, revealing a completely different figure from before.

The person is still the same person, but with long black hair that fills the sky, the compassion of the past has disappeared under the heart, in the eyes, and on the face, replaced by a strong sword intent, and an indescribable terrifying chill.

"Who wants to hear the sound of the sword? Can Jian is here to accompany you!"

As soon as he said that, the sword's direction, with a strong fighting intent, rolled up the wind and madness in the sky, and madly pushed towards the opposite Xuantong, and the war was about to break out!

At the same time, hell is impermanent, in the third stage of fantasy.

It was a strange confrontation, Mo Lisao saw the way of heaven again. After a brief silence, the two of them finally spoke. Instead of speaking, they drew their swords. The swordsman used his sword to speak.

"Zheng......"

Accompanied by a high-pitched sword cry, in the blink of an eye, I was shocked to see Mo Lisao's grasp in the void, and a brilliant lightsaber condensed, carrying an endless sharp edge, and slashed straight towards the opposite way of heaven.

In an instant, it was the division of life and death, without any hesitation, when the way of heaven raised his hand, a brilliant lightsaber emerged, and the cold light flashed, whistling through the air, and attacking.

"Chong!"

The dazzling dazzling sword light, the clashes and collisions in the blink of an eye, wiped out blossoming sparks, flickering on and off, and the sword intent of the exchange is a battle of self and a battle of swordsmanship.

Heaven travels through the sky, which is indescribable in words. It splits apart in mid-air, forming dozens or hundreds of figures in one, carrying the most powerful sword light, and the direction of the sword's edge, directly attacking Mo Lisao's whole body.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Lisao immediately returned the color, the lightsaber in his hand swirled, and the sword lights interlaced, weaving into a dense sword net, facing the strong enemy head-on, the two who did not give in, broke out the most thrilling sword fight.

"Pride!"

Suddenly, there was a cold drink from the mouth of Heaven's Zhidao, and a strange blood energy suddenly surged around the body, and the crazy killing intent continued to surge. , At the same time, the speed is raised again, wild and ferocious, drawing the most ruthless boundary between life and death.

"Blood rain!"

Like the wind and the clouds, the blood and rain fell all over the sky. In an instant, a strange blood-colored sword qi appeared in the dark, whistling through the air, passing through Mo Lisao's dense sword net, and stabbing his heart. Fast, almost and unbelievably!

The flying sword light, accompanied by the heavy rain flying all over the sky, is not rain, but bright red blood, flashing with the light of death, red dazzling, dazzling!

"Fairy Dance!"

"God cloud drifts!"

Facing the attack of the Blood Sword of the Way of Heaven, Mo Lisao suddenly tapped the ground at his feet. In an instant, his figure was like light and electricity, and the speed of the sudden increase also reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

Blink, Feng Xiao!

Mo Lisao's figure appeared out of thin air a hundred feet away. Immediately, his other foot suddenly touched the ground, his figure flashed, and he moved forward again, crossing the blood rain that was flying all over the sky, and the cold light of the long sword in his hand suddenly appeared, like a fairy. God descended to kill, and stabbed straight into the throat of the way of heaven.

Ao Xie and Xian Wu belong to the extreme opposites of the original Sword Sect. Two people, two swords, swim in the joy of the bloody wind, interweaving the most dazzling peak sword fight.

Same speed!

Same power!

The same realm!

The two swordsmanships that were also tit for tat, in the sonorous confrontation, burst out with the most pleasant sword sounds. It turned out that the best opponent in this world has always been himself.

"Blood-stained and clamoring to the edge!"

Step on the ground, the figure flashes, the blood light arrives, the sword light arrives, the figure of the way of the sky is constantly rising in the blood light, like the ancient blood god descending, a sword cut through the fog in the sky, and lowered the most fierce. .........kill!

"Drink~~~"

With a long shout, he swallowed the great wasteland, and Mo Li Sao sword danced in an immortal style. Immediately, the ground beneath his feet surged like waves, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a boundless ocean of Wang Yang.

"Shenli River and Sea Bathing Thousands of Lights!"

The surging tides set off thousands of shocking waves. In the waves, endless sword qi broke through the air, and the most intense confrontation with the blood and rain sword light fell from the sky. The staggered figures, until the last moment, the outcome is finally revealed.

"You...well!"

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