After several pauses along the way, Yi Jue also collected a lot of blood from the two of them.
From the third time onwards, Fu Xingyun also left scars, but it was obvious that as long as Zui Meng did not stop chasing him, Zui Meng would definitely be the one who died in the end.
Even if Zui Meng was in the middle stage of pill formation and Fu Xingyun was barely able to form pills, he should still be seriously injured.
Yi Jue firmly believed that something would happen between the two.
As a result, this war situation is slipping towards the inevitable.
After continuous marching, somewhere about to enter the Jiang Kingdom, the place was no longer passable by small boats. It looked like a huge swamp with grass everywhere, and the water only gathered from shallow places everywhere.
Yi Jue no longer needs the dream disk.
A fight is just around the corner.
The destructive power of the battle between Danjie monks was vividly displayed at this moment.
Zui Meng was dressed in pink light and was wielding a gourd in the air. The mouth of the gourd released sword rays from time to time. The air was cold and the killing power was mighty.
Fu Xingyun was still the same as when he fought with Yi Jue, but his robe was changed into a blood-colored robe, and his wide sleeves had traces of being cut by sword light.
It is surrounded by a small awl. This small awl has now turned blood red. It is constantly passing through the awl and dissolving the sword light. The shape of the small awl is slightly different from the small awl seen that day.
A magic weapon, a symbol of the alchemy monk's move.
Magical weapons often have some strange functions, such as being astonishingly lethal, being unpredictable, or being able to cultivate one's own destiny and rely on one's own Dharma and Tao.
This drunken dream's magic weapon is a sword gourd, a spiritual creature born from heaven and earth. It was sacrificed by secret techniques and refined day and night with exercises, so it has such magical powers.
The sword gourd itself does not have much divine meaning. It only contains an original sword intention. This sword intention is intangible and qualityless. It is not powerful at first, just pure, and then it continues to grow with the master's sacrifice.
At this moment, the sword gourd was galloping with fierce power. The gourd's mouth released countless powerful sword energy. A random sword energy that was avoided by the flying awl struck the swamp, and the sword energy entered the water. Several feet high, black muddy water surged up.
And this kind of landscape, which is like a black wave that is several feet high, is everywhere within a radius of several dozen feet. Some of it was not crushed by the bloody awl, some of it was blown away by Fu Xingyun's magic, and there are also a large part. It was directly cut off.
That's right, this kind of weather that blocks the sky and the sun is a normal attack of the sword gourd.
This is the most basic ability of Jianhu, which is to nurture sword energy. The storage of these sword energy is endless. It all depends on the number of years Zuimeng has raised it. Jianhu can not only collect and nurture these sword energy, but also It can enhance the power of these sword qi. The stronger the time, the stronger the sword qi.
To put it bluntly, these sword energies are just by-products of Zuimeng's training. They are collected with sword gourds and turned into means of attack.
This is one of the reasons why Jianhu is famous.
But the next scene is Jian Hu’s method of becoming famous! Three flying swords that seemed to be real were released. The first one was red, flashing with a dazzling red light, as hot as a flame and as dazzling as a diamond. As soon as it appeared, the temperature around the entire world seemed to rise. layer.
Chi Yan.
The second one was white, but as soon as it appeared, the overwhelming sword energy showed its sharpness, adding three points of sharpness out of thin air. This small white sword was unstoppable just by being there! Too third path is colorless and transparent. The monks rely more on their spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness of the pill-forming monks can cover hundreds of miles. Fu Xingyun's spiritual consciousness sensed that there was a small sword there. It was very ordinary, only two inches. Ordinary long sword type.
nameless.
These three flying swords are real swords, but they are not real swords. They are made with secret methods, somewhere between reality and illusion.
The natural sword gourd takes 300 years to take shape and matures in 900 years. In the next 300 years, the sword gourd will be conceived with an original sword intention. That is to say, after 200 years, a sword gourd will be obtained. After that, it will be nurtured by secret methods and a similar sword will be obtained. Sword Soul's small sword.
But one thousand and two hundred years is not the limit. After 200 years, the second original sword intention will be nurtured in the sword gourd, and after another 600 years, the third one can be obtained.
It can take up to 300 years to obtain the seven original sword intentions and practice them into seven small swords.
In the past, there was a man who cultivated a sword gourd, cultivated seven small swords with shocking killing power, and formed a seven-star killing formation, using this formation to kill the Nascent Soul!
Of course, this is just a legend!
But seeing the three small swords in front of him, Fu Xingyun's pressure doubled.
When Yi Jue arrived, the two of them had already reached this stage, fighting for life and death, life or death.
At this moment, the elegance of the Danjie monk was vividly displayed by these three small swords.
Three swords came out at the same time, and red flames came from the south. With one sword, monstrous flames surged out, and a sea of fire rushed in. The air was roasted and distorted, and the high temperature formed heat waves that continued to spread outward.
What's even more majestic is a Taibai shining with white light. It comes from the west. The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles. The light of the sword is cold to the nineteen states. Although it is not there, it is not far away. The sword energy all over the sky seems to echo. Like a long river of sword energy, following the small sword, a sword came from the west.
The southwest direction is the direction that Fu Xingyun is facing, and it is also the direction where Zuimeng is. It is invisible and has no quality, but it makes Fu Xingyun's real hair stand on end, as if facing a powerful enemy, that sword named Wuming .
Yi Jue, who was in the distance, quietly touched the position only a few hundred feet away from the battlefield when neither party was too aware of it. The heat wave that hit his face was scorching, and the cold sword energy was also constant. Cutting Yi Jue.
Moreover, Yi Jue's spiritual sense always senses that there are hidden dangers! But if Yi Jue was watching a show outside, what about Fu Xingyun, who was at the center of being targeted by three small swords? A thin stream of sweat appeared on Fu Xingyun's forehead, his robe was billowing, the air seemed to be sharp, and small holes were being cut out of his robe.
Wearing a bright red robe, blood flames surged from his body, and all his hair turned into blood. It is unknown what the name of the small awl was before, but now, under Fu Xingyun's transformation, it has suddenly become It became the most suitable magic weapon for Fu Xingyun, the Blood Spirit Cone.
This magic weapon was made from the broken pill and the small awl, and became Fu Xingyun's natal magic weapon.
As expected, Fu Xingyun is a deep-minded person, and he does not fully believe in the Blood Refining Heart Formation. After breaking through the core formation, he should have been able to easily break through to the middle or even late stage of the core formation as he controlled the formation.
But until the end, he only broke through the middle stage of the pill formation. The reason was that he was using the power of the pill formation to condense a golden pill again.
This would eliminate his biggest weakness and give Yi Jue a chance to defeat him, but he knew very well that strength was gained too easily and lost too easily.
This plan of his made him almost fall short of his success, and he almost made a wedding dress for Yi Jue, but it was his plan that allowed him to keep his cultivation level and be able to escape from the pursuit of the monks. One life.
Sometimes I have to say that one drink and one peck are all a given. (End of chapter)