Chapter 12: Sword Control (This chapter is free)

Fighting life with life is not a means, but an end! This is the foundation of Yu Ci's sword use. If he can never die after years of using the sword, how can he not use the sword skill with a harmonious eye, palm and courage?

Taoist Yan didn't understand this, but he was really embarrassed. The sword light came, and the cold wind thrust him almost closed his eyes.

"Get out!"

The roar sounded, Taoist Yan used a killer move in anger and shy manner. The Nine Yang Talisman Sword in his hand rushed violently, and a little spark ejected out, and then it quickly grew, and the flames inside surging, and the state was extremely unstable.

Seeing this, Yu Ci immediately stepped back and retreated ten feet away. After a red light shone brightly, a hot stream of fire swept across the river. The air suddenly expanded. With the sound of thunder, he was bounced away from a distance and hit a big tree before stopping the castration. The surging fire waves then came. He didn't care about his image, and he rolled and crawled behind the big tree, trying his best to shrink into a ball, and then barely blocked the passing.

Previously, the area of ​​about acres in the mountains and forests on the battlefield had become a fire scene, with thick smoke everywhere and heat waves hitting people, and the range was still spreading.

Taoist Yan's breathing was a little disordered. When the mountain wind and heat waves blew, the bun on his head suddenly scattered, and his hair was dripping, looking very embarrassed. He stared at the big tree that had been burned to half burnt, his eyes red.

Just a little bit...

If it hadn't been to the fire talisman in time and the shaking sword, the seven-star talisman sword might have penetrated his forehead. By then, everything would have been done. Even if he had avoided it now, his hair bun was also picked open, which was really a great humiliation. Taoist Yan was almost blown up by the anger in his heart.

He was born from an extraordinary background. Although his family was in decline, it was difficult to regain the glory of his ancestors. However, he was a monk who was a god-driven monk and a winner on the road to immortality. How could he force the younger generation to this point?

At this moment, behind the big tree, Yu Ci poked his head out and met him. Taoist Yan suddenly found that a ball of fire was burning in Yu Ci's dark pupils. It was not distracting thoughts such as hatred and fear, but enjoying it, and even constantly seeking new stimulation pleasure, or being drunk and unable to extricate yourself.

He suddenly felt a sudden rush of zero, feeling that the cold air penetrated through the cap of the tailbone, and even Liao Yuan's heart fire was suppressed. This thought flashed through his mind:

Disaster will surely be a disaster in the future!

Just use that trick to end him!

Taoist Yan's murderous intent boiled, but he did not step forward, but made a strange move.

He just draped his hair so much, put his sword in front of his chest, and even half-closed his eyes. As his breathing adjusted, the sword body slowly lay down.

Yu Ci was breathing behind the tree. Just one round of fighting swords drained almost all his strength. His true energy was almost exhausted and his injuries were not light. However, his condition was surprisingly good. Since he was thirteen years old, he had been accustomed to spinning around the edge of life and death. This experience not only did not suck his courage, but instead made him more and more excited.

Since entering the Mingqiao level, he has not encountered such a situation of life and death for a long time. He even missed it a little. When he stopped, he felt that he was still unfulfilled. There was a wonderful force that continued to pour out the exhausted true energy, which motivated his heart and allowed him to rush up again and fight with Taoist Yan for 300 rounds.

So, he looked out from behind the tree, and through the twisted heat wave, he happened to see the whole process of Taoist Yan placing his sword in his eyes and swaying his sword.

At this time, the two sides were nearly ten feet apart, which was a relatively safe distance. However, when the sharp blade pointed at his head, there was no reason, his heart suddenly thrust wildly, just like the moment before Taoist Yan swung his sword by the bonfire. But this time, there was no stimulation of the smell, and with a little vague intuition, he fell down directly in the direction of his body tilting. At the same time, out of instinct, he placed the Seven-Star Talisman Sword in front of him.

Before he could stand close to the ground, his palm suddenly became hot, as if the Seven-Star Talisman Sword had blocked something, but then, his heart aches and he couldn't help but spit out blood. The corner of his eyes swept across. The essence and blood talisman sword that had just fought for the Nine Yang Talisman Sword without falling below the wind broke into two pieces. The tip of the flying sword exploded in the air and turned into a ball of light red blood mist.

It was not until this time that a long "chi" sound penetrated into my ears, as if I put the red mark in the ice water, and I couldn't tell the difference between cold and hot. The only thing I could tell was the sharp air that was emitted from the outside, which was enough to penetrate all obstacles and was difficult to resist.

"What is this? It's like the sword energy that is induced, but its power is more than ten times more than it is?"

With this confusion, Yu Ci fell to the ground. At this time, a strong smell finally penetrated, which was the burnt smell of the air and the breath of death.

The olfactory reaction he had always been proud of was slowing down for a breath. If he had not been driven by intuition, he would have been penetrated by the invisible sword energy and could not die again!

Yu Ci tried hard to look up. Taoist Yan was in a very strange state at the moment. Although he made a contribution with one blow, he still maintained the posture of holding the sword. The red sword body was not as radiant as before, and seemed much more restrained. The tip of the sword was drooping, and it still locked his head.

Of course, Yu Ci wanted to avoid the point of the sword, but the internal organs had not yet shaken and could not move for a while. He tried his best and only moved his body a few inches away. The Nine Yang Talisman Sword in the distance also adjusted the angle.

At this moment, he saw Taoist Yan's eyes. The pair of copper bell eyes had no divine light, and only the pupils were unconsciously enlarged, the hollow was dim, as if they had lost their souls. But he clearly felt that Taoist Yan was still staring at him, as if he was projecting a beam of "light" on him through some incomprehensible way.

This feeling is so clear. Even in the fire scene where the "light" is burning, the heat and burning of the surrounding heat waves are far beyond the surrounding heat waves, like a red-burning iron needle that pierces the bone marrow.

"He will kill you!"

Intuition and reason say this at the same time. However, at this moment, Yu Ci's feeling was very strange. He felt like a scoop of boiling oil was poured into his chest, which hurt so much that it hurts, but it definitely wasn't the feeling of fear.

The burning sensation was of no other use, but he just wanted to open his eyes and force him to find a way out of this sudden death.

Yu Ci stared at Taoist Yan. He was sure that this person must have made a killer move that was the same as before, but the interval between the front and back was a little larger, and the posture of accumulating power was also full of flaws. If he still had the strength to charge now, he would have rushed forward without hesitation and chopped off the murderer's dog head. But now, the recovery speed of his strength was obviously no longer as fast as the speed of the other party's accumulating power.

The two were ten feet apart. Yu Ci had only a half-parted seven-star talisman sword in his hand. Even if his arms were ten times longer, he could not attack the enemy. However, for the invisible sword energy, distance was not a problem at all.

This is a dead knot, but he wants to survive. Therefore, all the problems are attributed to one sentence: kill him before Taoist Yan emits his sword energy!

It is related to life and death, but everything becomes simple. What he is best at is this choice!

I don’t know how it exerted the force, and half of the seven-star talisman sword came out of my hand!

At this moment, he saw the sharp edge of the Nine Yang Talisman Sword, which was lit up with an almost dazzling light.

Yu Ci didn't think about what the consequence would be if the invisible sword energy came over, nor did he think about throwing the broken sword without any accuracy, with the lethality. At this moment, all the thinking connections were broken, and only a thought that was unknown in his mind was left in his mind:

The Taoist priest in front killed him!
Chapter completed!