Chapter 45 Killing on Qingdan Peak The sword light is like a net, intertwined and flickering.
Every time the black-blooded dragon wants to advance, several thunder swords will directly cut into its vital points.
With every sword light, the Black Blood Dragon Qiu did not dare to slack off.
If he slacked off even a little bit, he would be chased by several sword lights.
The more he was beaten, the more frustrated he became, and the more he was beaten, the more angry he became.
When Jiao Qiu's bloody eyes opened and closed, the majestic murderous intent almost overflowed.
Useless!
What a coward! Despicable human monk! Seeing the opportunity, the black-blood dragon's long tail swiped violently, and in an instant, all the vegetation in the black dragon forest was shattered.
When smoke and dust were everywhere, a sound broke through the air, and the dragon stretched out its sharp claws and stabbed the pheasant away.
As the only female cultivator in the formation, Jiao Qiu directly regarded it as a breakthrough point.
The cultivators who sensed something was wrong came out one after another with their swords.
Jingle Jingle!
Sparks flew everywhere, and the sword light was awe-inspiring.
Holding back the severe pain, the black-blooded dragon moved a little faster.
Roar--
After a low roar, the dragon's bloody eyes were firm.
No killing, no destruction!
Mo Xue Jiao Qiu knew that the balance of the sword array must be broken.
Otherwise, this sword array can grind it to death.
At this critical moment, Xu Weizhou smiled ferociously.
"You're the one I've been waiting for! I'll let you beast know the power of my sword array today!"
"Jianyi! Turn the tide!"
Xu Weizhou pinched his fingers and recited the formula, the seven swords gathered together, the light flashed, and they suddenly rose.
I saw a purple sword arc rising directly from the ground, slashing straight at Jiao Qiu's arm.
The momentum of this sword was quite decisive in turning the tide of defeat.
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"Good! What a turn of events! It's really domineering to call someone by name!"
Looking at this sword, Xia Ming couldn't help but stir up a thousand waves in his heart.
Turn the tide and fall! Knowing it can't be done! Fight with people, fight with beasts, fight with heaven and earth!
This is cultivating immortals!
Sure enough, this is the fairy I long for!
Thinking of this, Xia Ming couldn't help but trembled.
When thoughts are clear, all the meridians are open.
The word "Hai" in the lower dantian shone brightly, and Xia Ming's Qi refining speed became a little faster.
But at this moment, Xia Ming didn't pay attention to this at all, as all his attention was focused on that stunning sword.
Under Xia Ming's gaze, the stunning sword light struck Jiao Qiu's arm like a hand that turned the tide.
The sword light was raised high, the broken black armor, and the floating blood scattered in the air.
This sword cut directly into Jiao Qiu's flesh and blood.
Through the ferocious wound, the white bones can be faintly seen!
Roar--
As the black blood dragon roared, the sword light flashed intertwined.
One sword after another, the cultivators seized the opportunity and quickly expanded the fruits of victory.
I am afraid that the sword move just now will not be able to be used by the cultivators in a short period of time.
Turning the tide in one move almost used up half of the cultivators' mana.
Besides, even the Dahe cultivators don’t know how to use such sword moves.
The authority to open the sword formation is still in the hands of Xu Weizhou of the Bamboo Sword Sect.
The knife cut the flesh, and in Xia Ming's horrified eyes, the right arm of the Black Blood Dragon Qiu was directly cut into white bones! This method of controlling the sword is simply unbelievable.
While Xia Ming was focusing on the battle in Black Qiu Forest, the Qingdan Peak where he was was not peaceful either.
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Although Qingdan Peak did not send any disciples to the river boat, Qingdan Peak's formation was activated.
It seems that they are prepared to live and die with Qingdan Peak, but this is not the case.
Jiang Liang knew that this was He Niansheng's warning against them.
Under the great formation, cultivation levels below the level of pill formation are restricted.
The higher you go, the greater the restriction. Not only can you not control the sword, but your own spiritual energy will also be restricted in the body.
In other words, Jiang Liang and the others had to kill them step by step, like ordinary martial artists.
The secret guard held up his hands and said respectfully.
"Sir, should we break the formation first?"
Looking at the pavilions hidden halfway up the mountain, Jiang Liang slowly shook his head.
"No, this formation is based on Qingdan Peak. It uses the power of the mountains and rivers to control the movement of spiritual energy. While restricting us, it will also restrict the monks of Qingdan Peak."
"Even if it's the core formation stage, it won't be broken for a while. We can't waste time and kill directly." "I want to see what He Niansheng's confidence is. He actually dares to open such a large formation!"
Jiang's secret guards were bred in the midst of killing.
Even if he couldn't use his spiritual energy, Jiang Liang still had the confidence to charge forward.
The fact was just as he expected.
After charging all the way, Jiang Liang finally arrived at the Qingdan Peak Merit Reward Hall.
In the merit reward hall, blood washes the floor.
Jiang Liang held a long sword and placed it directly on the neck of the disciple guarding the temple.
This is a handsome-looking disciple, with an immortal demeanor and a fragrant red sleeve.
It's just that Jiang Liang can't control that.
Holding a sword in one hand and holding the man's long hair with the other, Jiang Liang's eyes were as cold as frost.
"I'll ask one last time, where are the things? Where did He Niansheng hide all the things!"
"Why is the Hidden Pill Pavilion empty!"
"Cough cough...cough!"
The man didn't answer Jiang Liang's question, he just coughed and giggled.
"Why are you laughing so hard!"
The sharp edge ripped open the flesh, and Jiang Liang's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Liang cut off the man's head.
Blood spurted out, and his white robe turned directly into a blood robe.
As a monk, Jiang Liang didn't have to do this.
However, only by doing this can we intimidate everyone in the shortest possible time.
Carrying the man's head, Jiang Liang walked step by step towards the several green-robed monks kneeling opposite.
Qingpao Wuyun, just by looking at their clothes, you can tell that they are the lowest level medicine boys in Qingdan Peak.
When he walked in front of those people, Jiang Liang threw his head out.
Their heads rolled to the ground, and the medicine boys were already shaking like a sieve.
"I'll ask one last time..."
"Ah...ah! Ah! Ah!"
Before Jiang Liang could ask, the disciples on the opposite side rushed to speak first.
It's just that they couldn't come out of their mouths with a complete sentence.
When Jiang Liang frowned, the secret guard had already opened the mouths of those disciples.
"Replying to your lord, their tongues have been cut out."
"Okay, okay! What a Qingdan Taishang!"
"Bring paper and pen! Bring jade slips! Let them write! Let them write well!"
"I don't believe in evil anymore!"
When the paper and pen were delivered, the disciples were even more at a loss.
They only knew how to beg for mercy. Under the threat, they even became incontinent.
Angry Jiang Liang directly ordered them all to be killed!
kill kill kill!
Smelling the pungent smell of blood in the air, Jiang Liang's eyes were bloodshot.
After finally reaching halfway up the mountain, there was nothing on Qingdan Peak!
Where have all the things gone? Is it possible that He Niansheng was taken away?
hum...
Qiankun bracelet? He Niansheng, you can't be that stupid, right?
Do you really dare to use my Jiang family’s Qiankun bracelet? Jiang Liang clenched his fists tightly and gritted his molars.
"Let's go! Go to the valley! I don't believe he can stuff Xia Ming into the bracelet!"
"grown ups……"
When Jiang Liang was about to get up, a black-robed secret guard knelt directly in front of him.
"What's the matter?"
"Reporting to your lord, there is something wrong with these disciples' heads."
As he spoke, the black-robed secret guard directly presented a head.
Peel off the scalp and you can vaguely see the scars remaining on the skull.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Liang frowned deeply.
After a moment, Jiang Liang waved his hand.
"Check! Check them one by one!"
"promise!"
Looking at the Baicang River flowing freely in the distance, Jiang Liangliang suddenly became suspicious.
He Niansheng... what on earth did you do? What are you thinking about?
(End of this chapter)