Chapter 778

In Cheng Letian's black and white eyes, a picture of the battle between gods and immortals is reflected, which can be astonishing.

The two figures crisscross between the sky and the sea of clouds. One is carrying an ancient sword, and the other is wearing a pair of metal wings. The two sides are opening and closing fiercely.

There are snow-white swords cutting through the clouds, a dense sword light across the sky, and there are flying swords coming in a flash, and the golden light explodes with a loud sound. The most noticeable thing is the collision of the two figures in the air. For a moment, the sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, the invisible waves blow away the clouds, and the fragments of the sword shoot fiercely.

The intensity is far greater than any earthly war, and the magnificence is even more than three percent of any storyteller.

"Tinkling..."

"Boom!"

"Cheng!! Hiss!... "

All kinds of voices are coming to this area. During this period, there are also shouts of drinking and excitement. Some of them come from these two populations, and some come from other populations.

"Ha ha! Have a good time! "

"Come on, senior brother danchenzi!"

"Xuexin, you are going to lose the bet."

Yes, around the two people in the war, there are many people flying in the air, as if they are watching the war, among them there are just those two people.

"Is this the fairy?"

Cheng Letian murmurs to herself, and suddenly opens her eyes. As the two people get closer and closer, she suddenly sees the figure of the two people: "it's the two of them!"

Anyang had seen this figure for a long time, and he was slightly surprised. Because although Cheng Letian also went to Shushan in the middle of the plot, the time is definitely not right. It is estimated that Cheng Letian didn't go to Shushan immediately to learn from him because of his intervention, but because of some things, he delayed some time.

But at this time, he didn't have time to pay attention to these things. Instead, he focused on fighting with danchenzi and reminded him in his mouth.

"Do you feel it? Every sword light has life."

"But not controlled by the yuan Shen!"

“…… Although yuan Shen is dexterous, he is ultimately powerless. Only the sword rhyme runes I said the other day can keep growing and have infinite control. "

"Do you feel the way the power erupts?"

It seems that he was distracted, but he didn't let it go.

Dan Chenzi has a conservative estimate of more than 300 years of Taoism. Even though the Taoism in Shushan biography can't match the Shenzhou world directly, he is not weak.

Moreover, both of them are trying to maintain a balance, so no matter who is strong or weak, the gap between them is huge. In this competition only for consultation and promotion, they are all winners and losers.

If you really want to say it, Anyang tries to suppress his own strength, but because of his master's mastery of cold weapons and fighting, as well as his keen reaction and insight, he will be much easier in the battle between them, especially when he adds several auxiliary spells and spells for himself, which is basically like turning on the perspective hook when playing CS.

Every move of danchenzi becomes a slow motion, including the track of Throwing Knife and golden light. With a little calculation, he can predict ahead of time, which leads to almost invincible position.

Suddenly, a sword light is blown out by Dan Chenzi. The sword light spins and abruptly splits on the cliff where Cheng Letian is.

"Hiss!"

There was a deep crack in the mountain wall.

A lot of gravel and dust fell down, just fell on Cheng Letian's head, making her body unstable for a while.

"Ah!"

Cheng Letian's hands were unsteady for a while, and his eyes were hurt by the dust. He was so tired that his body could not bear the burden. His feet slipped, and his whole body fell down immediately.

All of a sudden, a snow light came from the sword.

"Soon Hiss! "

The sword light passed steadily through the clothes on her shoulder, but it did not hurt her skin, and it was nailed to the mountain wall, almost all of it.

Cheng Letian was immediately nailed to the cliff wall.

However, how sharp the sword light is? In addition, the magic sword made of this kind of magic power has the "fierce attribute". Her coarse cloth clothes soon can't support it and start to crack.

At this time, several throwing knives shot at us.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

A Throwing Knife nailed her left shoulder's clothes, and the other two were shot at her feet in parallel, almost sticking to the sole of the shoes and inserted into the stone wall, making her stand on the surface of the throwing knife.

Cheng Letian managed to stabilize his figure and just turned to thank her loudly, but they seemed to ignore her completely and were still fighting fiercely. It seems that her rescue was just a casual act between the battle gaps. When it was completed, she did not look at her, and the Vietnam War was far away.

In a twinkling of an eye, the two men flew from the left side to the right side of the cliff, gradually blurring in the depths of the sea of clouds, unable to see clearly.

Cheng Letian just breathed out a breath, clenched his teeth and prepared to continue climbing. Then he heard the sound of breaking the air behind him. Looking back, he saw hundreds of figures flying away.

These people are like comets that cut through the night sky. They can't even see the figure, but she can feel someone turning to look at her. There was curiosity in her eyes, but no one stopped to help her.Go away in a hurry.

"Hateful!"

Cheng Letian knows that these people are going to watch the war. They dare not get close to the two people, but they are also tall and tall. They can't touch them.

Go on!

****************I don't know how long it took for the cliff to end.

When she reached the flat ground, Cheng Letian lifted her dirty sleeve and wiped away her sweat. She felt tired, but she didn't feel discouraged at all. Instead, she raised her head high and looked forward.

There is a broad stone step with thousands of steps leading to a brilliant hall, which seems to be shining with gold.

There is also a magnificent building bridge around Jinding, as well as floating peaks. There are wooden attic pavilions on the peak. Some of them are connected by arched stone bridges. Fairy birds are singing and dancing. Clouds and fog surround these ancient buildings. No matter how good a storyteller can describe the scenery that the Fairy Spirit can not be separated.

Cheng Letian was stunned and swallowed again.

She had never thought that there was such a fairyland on the top of the mountain that no mortal could climb.

After a pause, she stepped forward and staggered towards the thousand steps.

Behind her is the abyss, almost vertical, without any road. The sea of clouds billowed behind her, and the setting sun was hanging in the sky near dusk, casting golden waves on the clouds. A circle of visible light appeared on the opposite mountain, which was magnificent without losing sight, but she did not look back.

She was thirsty and tired, but her eyes were only ahead.

Under the reflection of the tall building, the road ahead seemed to be not far, but it was extraordinarily long. She walked hard in the past and began to climb the stairs step by step.

Until she knelt down on the stone steps with a thud: "I must succeed in learning, I must succeed in learning......"

The palace is quiet and deep, and the stone steps are spacious and empty.

Not long ago, there was a roar in the sky, and meteors came back from afar and landed below the stone steps. These people in groups of three or two, talking and laughing to go up.

"It's wonderful!"

"How high do you think Anyang is! I think he seems to be a little more powerful than the elder martial brother. "

"That's not necessarily, isn't it a no win?"

"It's not really a fight. What's the winner!"

"So it is."

These people talk about passing by her, but they ignore Cheng Letian's meaning and go straight up.

Naturally, someone found her, but they didn't say anything. At most, they just exclaimed --

"ah, there's someone here."

"Leave it alone. Let's go."

"Oh, yes!"

Cheng Letian, however, does not look askance and stares at the front.

In fact, she was listening to these people's conversations in silence, and knew that the fairy war had just ended.

It seems There's no winner!

In a second, she sank and concentrated.

"I must succeed in learning from my teacher..."

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps stopped as she passed by. She felt a figure standing by her side, blocking the afterglow of the sunset, and the shadow fell on her.

Cheng Letian raised his head and narrowed his eyes a little.

This is the man he met on the cliff. He still has a gentle smile and an interesting look on his face.

"Climb up?"

Asked the man gently and tentatively.

Cheng Letian almost breathed blood, but he didn't dare to yell at the nonsense. He turned his head and continued to read the proverb: "I must succeed in teaching, I must succeed in teaching..."

Her words were suddenly interrupted by duanlei: "I see you have some words. Who do you want to learn from?"

Cheng Letian raised his head and said, "of course, I'm learning from the immortals on the mountain! I want to learn magic! "

Duan Lei smiled and said gently: "then you still ignore me. I am the person in charge of teaching the disciples on this mountain. "

"Ah?" Cheng Letian raised his head in surprise and swallowed his mouth again. His intuition was that his throat was already dry. "Since that's the case, can I worship here to practice?"

"Come here?" Duan Lei chuckled, "get up first, and have a drink of water."

Cheng Letian then found that Duan Lei was holding a water bottle made from a bamboo tube with a hole on the top.

She immediately stood up, not particular, took the kettle and began to drink, Gulu Gulu.

Duan Lei still looks at her with a smile.

Fate seems to have brought them together.

But it's also normal to think about it. Cheng Letian was born in the army of Western Shu and worshiped the strong. After meeting Anyang, danchenzi and xuantianzong, he will certainly have a vision for cultivation.

Duan Lei teaches his disciples on this mountain.

They are bound to meet.

After a while, Cheng Letian drank up the last drop of water in the kettle, poured it out, stretched out his tongue to catch the last few drops, and then handed the kettle back to Duan Lei, saying, "can I worship the two teachers who fought in the sky today?"Duan Lei: "..."

It was a moment before he realized.

"One of the two is the chief senior brother of Emei, who doesn't accept disciples, and the other is not completely my Emei. I don't know him."

"Then ask for me!"

Cheng Letian is still full of longing.

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