Chapter 159

It is difficult for practitioners to be assassinated because they are very sensitive to the changes of Qi mechanism.

Zhao Layue is good at deduction and calculation, and her sword heart is clear. Naturally, she is better at it. But when she walked into the Taoist temple, she couldn't find any problems. It's not that she was distracted because she wanted to see the descendants of Lian March, but because this array didn't have any killing opportunities. It was extremely indifferent and integrated with ordinary mountains and rivers, which was difficult to find.

It is mysterious and rare to integrate the array that can change the breath of heaven and earth with heaven and earth again.

Only those authentic Xuanmen with profound details can do it.

With the sound of a sword, the old Taoist temple was red, like the early arrival of dusk, which lit all the trees in the valley.

Fu Si sword shuttled through the air at an unimaginable speed, cutting countless straight lines around her body, as if to cut the space.

Those dense lines formed a barrier and protected her inside.

Zhao Layue knows that the one who dares to fight against her is not an ordinary monk, and she is definitely not an opponent.

Confidence and pride will not affect her judgment.

She never thought about finding the enemy and attacking. She used the most powerful sword move to protect herself at the first time.

This is not the sword move in the nine death sword formula, but the sword move created by Jingyang immortal according to some Taoist method of Shuiyue nunnery. It is said that it is related to some strange insect called Tianchan.

This is what Jing Jiu said when she taught her this sword technique.

"Is this the Fu Si sword left by immortal Jingyang? It's perfect. Your swordsmanship, coping and determination are also perfect. "

A man in black came out of the dusk like red light.

The man in black has a strong breath. His face is covered with black cloth, and he should change his face with some skill.

Zhao Layue looked at each other across the sword net and didn't speak.

She guessed about the man's true identity and should have a high status in that sect, because he looked confident and arrogant with his back.

The man in Black said, "it's worthy of the legendary Zhao Layue. Unfortunately, such a powerful sword move can only support dozens of breath at most in your current state, and in this way, you can't ask for help with the sword book. In other words, what's the significance of living such a long time when you're stuck in a dead end?"

Zhao Layue knew that what the man in Black said was reasonable, but it was also a temptation.

Nan Qie and the green mountain disciples are still in Chaoge city. They are only more than 200 miles away from here. It won't take long to catch up with them as soon as possible.

The question is, if she asks for help with a sword book, how long can she support without a flying sword? It may even be killed instantly.

Zhao Layue didn't speak, because it didn't make sense, and it didn't make sense to procrastinate.

Her sword is losing at a high speed.

The twilight gradually became thick, and the old Taoist temple shrouded in it gave birth to a sense of beauty of vicissitudes.

Beautiful scenery is not a beautiful thing, because it shows that the speed of frost sword is gradually slowing down, and the color will be more bright.

It was also because of the slowing down that the frost sword began to roar and bring the sword wind.

The shabby walls of the Taoist temple were blown by the sword wind and dust fell.

The mud statue in the Taoist temple is eroded by years of wind and rain, leaving only half of the head, which is also getting lower with the naked eye.

The sand falls on the ground like an hourglass, and time goes to the end.

Zhao Layue moved just before the head of the clay statue was almost flattened.

She put her right hand into the air in front of her.

The dusk suddenly closed and fell into her hands, as if it had become a red sun.

She took the sword of faith, took the shadow from her body, and stabbed at black clothes.

——If the sword doesn't leave your hand, you don't have to worry about being affected by each other's powerful skills.

At the sea temple outside Haizhou City, she killed the manager of the old Lin with this move.

The man in black was very calm. He should have known her move in advance. He easily avoided several swords, and then clapped it down.

What falls is a palm, but what flies is a pair of sleeves.

Maybe he was afraid of the fersi sword, or he didn't want to leave clues. He didn't use magic weapons.

Even so, he is not what Zhao Layue can resist.

People in black roll up their sleeves, like waves like ink in the dark of the night.

The roaring vigorous wind went away with the sleeve. It was extremely fierce, but the breath was so majestic. Obviously, it should be the authentic skill of Xuanmen, which was very aboveboard.

With a bang, Zhao Layue flew backwards and hit the wall of the Taoist temple heavily.

Her body fell to the ground with the rain like broken bricks, and the corners of her lips overflowed with blood.

The man in black turned his sleeves at will and broke her sword.

The gap in the realm between the two sides is too big. It can't be made up with Tao heart, war spirit and courage.

But her expression was still so indifferent that there was no fear on her face, because this was what she had already understood.

Just as she hit the wall, the frost sword, which was shocked like a stone, suddenly seemed to regain its vitality and break out of the roof! Whoosh! The frost sword flew to the horizon and soon disappeared, leaving only a bloody shadow. This is the sword book summons. The man in black ignored it, because this was what he had already calculated, or what he wanted to happen. Even if Zhao La Yue's realm is higher than that in the intelligence, she has broken through to Wuzhang, and the distance to control the sword is only a few miles. If she wants to inform the green hill fellow disciples in Chaoge city by sword book, she can only use that method to forcibly break off contact with Fosi sword and let it go. This practice will cause the sword owner to be seriously injured by reverse bite. Moreover, if you want to re-establish contact with the flying sword later, it will take longer to cultivate and refine, which is not worth it. Green mountain disciples only make this choice when they are in great danger, even when they know they will die. Of course, if Zhao Layue can survive today, the price is still worth it. The question is, when faith's sword goes away, what does she use to resist the other party's attack? Or was she sure she knew she was going to die? People in black think it's the latter. He clapped Zhao Layue in the air. The air suddenly deformed, and the light falling from the roof was refracted in a mess. A powerful and continuous momentum echoed in the Taoist temple, overlapping like mountains, rolling towards the front. This violent power did not affect the Taoist temple itself. There were no cracks on those old walls, and even dust did not fall. Such a fine degree of control proves that there are other things in the terrible realm of the man in black. It is very unwise to deliberately carry out this kind of control at this moment. So the truth of the matter is that the man in black didn't deliberately control it. Everything is natural. There is a natural way of heaven and earth in the move skill. Zhao Layue confirms each other's origin more and more, and her eyes become brighter and brighter. The palm of the man in black turned into a fist when it came to Zhao Layue. Ten thousand mountains have condensed into a stone. You can imagine how heavy it is. Even the wall of Chaoge city will be pierced by this punch. The last thing green mountain disciples want is to be close to the enemy. In that case, the flying sword is forced to defend and cannot kill the enemy freely. It is tantamount to being bound in their own hands. The man in black looked at Zhao Layue with the eyes of the dead. You don't even have a sword. What else can you do? Zhao La Yue raised her hands to meet the fist. A soft snap. Countless swords came into her hands. Those swords are pure and sharp. The dilapidated walls and roofs of the Taoist temple were all chopped up and collapsed towards the ground. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.