Chapter 340 Ye Anshi enters a trance
The jade rabbit falls in the west and the golden crow rises in the east.

A faint blush appeared on the horizon, and then gradually spread like ink on paper.

When the sky finally enveloped Apocalypse City, the two of them stopped at the same time.

Xiao Se frowned and looked at him: “If we continue to fight like this, we won’t be able to decide the winner even if we fight for another day and night. I still have one last sword.”

Luo Qingyang smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

The next moment, the sky, which was originally filled with rising sun, suddenly dimmed.

In the clouds, there seemed to be thousands of warriors singing sad songs, sad winds were blowing, and thunder was shaking in the sky, as if heavy rain would fall in an instant.

“Good.” Xiao Se shouted, raised his head to look at the sky, closed his eyes and chanted softly: “A sword rises to the sky, and I see the immortals at ease.”

The sad song suddenly stopped, and the sad wind suddenly stopped.

The world suddenly returned to calm, as if all the shocking things that had just happened had never happened.

“The nine-sky dragon is gone, the cities are singing in sorrow, and the moon is not full.

“The dragon sees the moon over the West River on the deserted platform, and the master is a beautiful young man.”

This was Xiao Se’s last sword. The sword force that soared into the sky shattered the sea of ​​clouds, allowing the light to penetrate and shine on everyone’s face.

At the same time, the clouds turned into rain, pouring down. The raindrops reflected the sunlight, refracting a faint colorful light.

Luo Qingyang slowly rose up, bathing in the heavy rain, his grey shirt fluttering in the wind, making him look like an immortal ascending to heaven.

Xiao Se has one last sword to shatter the sky, and he also has one last sword to honor the soul.

But before Luo Qingyang could start dancing with the sword in hand, a faint voice came from the teahouse.

“That’s enough. If we continue to fight, both of us will suffer. I don’t want to wait for you to recover.”

As the words fell, a figure in white floated down from the city gate tower, landed beside Xiao Se, and held his hand.

“Leave it to me next.”

Xiao Se stared at Ye Anshi for a long time before he nodded, sheathed his sword, and jumped onto the teahouse on the street.

“Xiao Se, what are you doing?” Lei Wujie asked.

Xiao Se shook his head and was silent for a while before he spoke: “He is full of murderous intent and seems to want to kill Luo Qingyang.”

“He shouldn’t be able to beat Luo Qingyang, right?” Li Fansong said blankly.

Xiao Se shook his head and said nothing.

On the long street.

Ye Anshi looked at Luo Qingyang from afar, his voice distant.

“Luo Qingyang, my name is Ye Anshi, I am not here to ask about the sword.”

Luo Qingyang stood on the tea shed and sensed the murderous intent that was tangible in Ye Anshi’s body. He asked, “Are you here to kill me?”

“good.”

“Why?”

“If you hadn’t lied to her over and over again, she wouldn’t have been trapped in Apocalypse, and my father wouldn’t have died.”

Luo Qingyang was stunned, did not say anything, but slowly drew out the Jiuge Sword.

Ye Anshi’s white clothes fluttered in the wind: “I know you are seriously injured, but I am not here to ask you for swordsmanship, so I will not talk to you about the code of conduct in the martial arts world. You don’t have to hold back. Life and death are up to fate.”

Before he finished speaking, figures jumped down from the city gate tower.

“Yue Kang, the former head of Tianwai Tian, ​​greets Mr. Luo.”

“Tianwai Tian Guardian Mo Qixuan, Brother Luo, I hope you are well.”

“The guardian of the outer world, Zi Yuji, is here to greet you, Mr. Luo.”

“Wu Chen, meet the Lone Sword Immortal.”

Luo Qingyang nodded one by one, and finally set his eyes on Wu Chen: “It was you who stabbed me before. Have you recovered from your injury?”

Wu Chen smiled and said, “Instead of worrying about me, Lone Sword Immortal should worry about yourself first. In the past four days, Lone Sword Immortal has fought against Angry Sword Immortal, Wushuang, Lei Wujie, and had a big fight with Xiao Se who is in the same realm. Even if you are the Wandering Sword Immortal, you will be seriously injured. Be careful not to lose your life today.”

“No need to talk nonsense, come on.”

Luo Qingyang snorted coldly and swung the Jiuge sword in his hand. The rain water on the sword instantly shot towards the four people like bullets.

Ye Anshi now took out the Prajna Golden Bell to block the oncoming water droplets.

clang clang clang clang…

A burst of rapid and intensive bell ringing sounded, spreading far and wide.

“The golden bell of Buddhism can’t stop me.” Luo Qingyang said coldly, raising his hand and drawing a sword.

“Xiao Qi, please lend me your sword.”

Before he finished speaking, Chu Xinghe’s sword Xiaoyao flew down from the upstairs.

Ye Anshi held Xiaoyao in his hand, actively dispelled the golden bell illusion, and met Luo Qingyang’s sword.

The two sides passed each other and exchanged positions.

Just as Wu Chen and Ye Anshi said, Luo Qingyang was seriously injured at this time and could not exert his peak strength at all.

Ye Anshi alone can block his sword now, not to mention that Ye Anshi has four masters to help him.

Two sword masters on the martial arts list, and two great free and easy masters.

In the teahouse, Lei Wujie looked surprised.

“A monk can actually use a sword?”

While applying medicine to Xiao Se’s wound, Sikong Qianluo said speechlessly, “You don’t think he only knows the six magical powers of Buddhism, do you?”

Lei Wujie scratched his head: “What kind of swordsmanship does he use? Why have I never seen it before?”

“It’s the Demon Fairy Sword Technique.” Baili Dongjun spoke, a hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: “The Demon Fairy Sword Technique is the peerless sword technique created by the Southern Sword Fairy Yu Shengmo.”

“Since the Demon Fairy Sword Technique was created by the Sword Fairy Nan Jue, how could Ye Anshi know it?” Li Fansong asked.

Baili Dongjun did not answer, because he was looking at Ye Anshi below, and seemed to see Ye Dingzhi, so he was a little dazed.

Xie Xuan glanced at him and said with some emotion: “Yu Shengmo’s disciple was his father Ye Dingzhi. After Ye Dingzhi’s death, this sword technique has not appeared in the world for many years.”

“When Ye Ding died, he had already learned this sword technique?”

Li Fansong expressed his doubt. He didn’t believe that a child of five or six years old could learn a complete set of peerless sword skills.

Baili Dongjun came back to his senses and said, “Yu Shengmo has two disciples, one is his father Ye Dingzhi, and the other is Chu Zhao. He should have learned the Magic Fairy Sword Technique and the Acala Power from Chu Zhao.”

Li Fansong was stunned: “Isn’t Junior Uncle-Master from our Wangcheng Mountain? How come he is related to the Southern Sword Immortal?”

Hearing this, Xie Xuan smiled and said, “You are Brother Zhao’s disciple, and you have also worshipped me as your master. The relationship between him and Yu Shengmo is similar to the relationship between you and me.”

After hearing this, Li Fansong understood and continued to ask, “Can Ye Anshi and the others defeat the Lone Sword Immortal?”

“We should be able to win.” Xie Xuan said uncertainly.

Zhao Yuzhen said affirmatively: “We will definitely win.”

Li Hanyi shook his head: “Luo Qingyang must die!”

Among the five people who besieged Luo Qingyang, Ye Anshi and Yue Kang were both sword immortals who had reached the half-step divine wandering level. If they attacked with all their strength, they could even unleash the divine wandering level.

Mo Qixuan is a sword immortal.

Although Zi Yuji and Wu Chen cannot be described as immortals, they are also masters of Da Xiaoyao.

With this lineup, she, Zhao Yuzhen, or Baili Dongjun might not be able to hold out, not to mention Luo Qingyang who had just entered the state of trance and was injured.

Luo Qingyang obviously knew his situation, so he used his last move.

Spirit of gift.

He stood on the tea stall and suddenly performed a peerless sword dance.

“The ceremony is over and the drums are played.

Chuan Ba ​​Xi Dai Wu,
The young girl advocates beauty and beauty.

Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums,
It will last forever and ever.”

A sword came down in a flash, as if thousands of warriors rushed towards the five people, vowing to tear them to pieces.

The Soul Lit move is different from the previous Ten Sword Dances.

This song is not about welcoming gods or welcoming human souls, but about sending them off.

Send off the gods.

Send soul!

It was a fatal sword filled with murderous intent.

Seeing this, Yue Kang and the other three gave up the siege, stood behind Ye Anshi in a two-two formation, and poured their internal energy into Ye Anshi.

With the combined strength of the five people, plus the blessing of Ye Anshi’s own Buddhist inner strength, an illusion of Acalanatha, a hundred feet tall, was condensed in an instant. The illusion was infinitely solid, as if the true body of a deity had appeared in the world.

“Go to hell!”

Ye Anshi shouted angrily and slashed down with his sword.

This sword not only blocked Luo Qingyang’s ritual soul, but also chopped Luo Qingyang flying backwards.

Of course, Ye Anshi and the other five were not having a good time either. Ye Anshi and Yue Kang both spat out a mouthful of blood, while the other three, Mo Qixuan, Zi Yuji and Wu Chen, flew backwards with their whole bodies exhausted, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

“Luo Qingyang is injured.” Yue Kang said with a smile.

Ye Anshi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: “Well, he is dead today.”

On the other side, Luo Qingyang stood up, and a little red heart appeared on his lapel.

Soon, this little bit of red heart spread rapidly, dyeing the entire chest red.

Luo Qingyang looked at Ye Anshi and Yue Kang from afar, then suddenly turned around, faced the direction of the palace gate, and threw the Jiuge sword in his hand out.

“Stop him!”

Li Changqing on the city wall shouted loudly, jumped off the city wall and drew out his long sword.

The Jiuge Sword flew by.

The knife breaks.

The Huben guards and imperial guards also drew their swords at the same time.

However, wherever the Jiuge sword passed, people and horses fell to the ground, and swords and knives broke.

The Jiuge sword headed straight for the inner court, with Luo Qingyang following closely behind.

On the tower, Chu Zhao looked at Xiao Ruojin with a playful expression: “Look at this posture, he is going to meet Yi Wenjun.”

Xiao Ruojin said calmly, “After so many years, it’s finally over. Let’s go.”

Chu Zhao was stunned at first, then shook his head: “No need to leave, Luo Qingyang can’t enter the palace.”

At the same time, in the harem.

Concubine Xuan had already taken off her gorgeous clothes and put on a light white dress. She gently scratched the head of the little palace maid who had been serving beside her: “I’m leaving, you have to take care of yourself.”

The little maid was so scared that she fell to her knees and asked, “Where are you going, Madam?”

Concubine Xuan smiled and looked up at the sky: “Go to a place without palace walls.”

The maid burst into tears: “My lady, please stop joking with me…”

Concubine Xuan sighed, reached out and tapped her forehead lightly, and the little palace maid fainted. She turned and walked out.

Jin Yan, who was dressed in a purple python robe but full of scholarly elegance, turned around and asked softly, “Where are you going, Madam?”

“Do I need to tell a eunuch like you where I’m going?” Empress Xuan smiled.

Jin Yan flicked her sleeves and said, “Of course not, but it’s dangerous outside the palace now, so it’s better for you not to leave, Your Majesty.”

“What if I must leave?” Concubine Xuan smiled, waved her sleeves, and three silver needles flew towards Jin Yan.

Jin Yan raised his hand and blocked three silver needles, then shook his head and said, “Your Majesty, please go back. Jin Yan knows that your Majesty is very good at martial arts, and Jin Yan is no match for you. But if your Majesty wants to step out of this palace, you have to step over Jin Yan’s body.”

At this moment, a sword whistled.

The two turned their heads and saw a long sword cutting through the sky and heading straight towards the harem.

The sword was extremely long. Even if they had never seen it, they had heard of it.

“Nine Songs!”

Jin Yan frowned.

“Senior brother.”

Concubine Xuan was overjoyed. While Jin Yan was stunned, she jumped up and followed the spinning Jiuge sword to rush out of the palace gate.

By the time Jin Yan reacted, it was too late to stop him, so he had to jump up and chase after him.

On the other side, at the gate of the imperial city.

Just as Chu Zhao said, Luo Qingyang failed to enter the palace. Before he could pass through the corridor under the city, he was forced back by someone.

“Hypocritical merit.”

Luo Qingyang’s eyes flashed with bloodshot light, and his voice was extremely cold: “Jin Xuan, do you think you can stop me?”

“Is he possessed by a demon?” Looking at Luo Qingyang, whose aura was surging, Jin Xuan murmured and said with a smile: “Of course I couldn’t stop Mr. Luo, but the person who stopped Mr. Luo was not me.”

Before he finished speaking, a dragon roar that shook the whole area was heard.

Behind Ye Anshi, a dragon rose up in the midst of the surging true energy.

He pointed his sword to the sky, and the dragon roared with astonishing momentum.

“This is…” Lei Wujie was shocked: “What kind of Kung Fu?”

Hearing this, Li Fansong turned around and looked at his husband and master.

Zhao Yu simply shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know.

Xie Xuanze said with admiration: “It is the Wufa Wuxiang Gong.”

“The ninth level of Wufa Wuxiang Gong will reveal the true form in one’s heart.” Baili Dongjun took over the conversation, looked at the Tianlong behind Ye Anshi, and smiled with some emotion: “Tianlong Xiang, you are worthy of being Brother Yun’s son.”

“This… I’m afraid he’s already as good as Ye Dingzhi, who was at his peak during the Demon Cult’s Eastern Expedition.” Sikong Changfeng exclaimed: “It’s true that heroes emerge young.”

“Luo Qingyang doesn’t have a sword in his hand now, can he block it?” Sikong Qianluo asked curiously.

As he was speaking, the Jiuge Sword had already flown back and was held in Luo Qingyang’s hand.

At the same time, Ye Anshi swung the sword.

Tianlong roared and flew towards Luo Qingyang.

Luo Qingyang attacked with his strongest sword, which shattered the illusion of the dragon in the sky. Li Hun’s sword went straight to Ye Anshi’s brow. Ye Anshi put down the Xiaoyao in his hand, put his palms together, and blocked the Jiuge sword.

Sadly, only for a moment.

Ye Anshi spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

On the tower, Chu Nanyue looked anxious: “Dad.”

Chu Zhao’s mind moved, and he smiled faintly: “It’s okay, this may be his chance.”

While he was speaking, Ye Anshi had already fallen heavily to the ground and his life or death was unknown.

“Stop him.”

Yue Kang shouted loudly and took Mo Qixuan to stop the pursuing Luo Qingyang.

But at this time, Luo Qingyang, who had been possessed by the devil, was even stronger than before. How could the injured Yue Kang and Mo Qixuan resist him?

With just one sword, Yue Kang was forced to retreat, and Mo Qixuan was seriously injured and flew backwards.

Luo Qingyang took advantage of the victory and attacked again with his sword.

This sword will definitely end Mo Qixuan’s life.

“House of Gold.”

With a light shout, a house shining with golden light appeared out of nowhere, covering Mo Qixuan and blocking Luo Qingyang’s fatal sword.

“What kind of Kung Fu is this?” Lei Wujie asked in surprise again.

This time, Li Fansong did not look at Xie Xuan and the others, and said directly: “It is the golden house formed by the righteous energy. It has the strongest defense in the world, which is stronger than the Prajna Golden Bell of Buddhism. Chu Yang has taken action.”

Before he finished speaking, everyone heard a loud bang.

Thunder breaks out from the ground!
A purple bolt of lightning suddenly fell and headed straight for Luo Qingyang.

At the same time, a silver light flashed and tore through Luo Qingyang’s clothes.

Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and four figures were already standing in front of Mo Qixuan and Yue Kang.

Chu Ye and Chu Wei held whisks in their hands.

Chu Yang stood with his hands behind his back.

Chu Xinghe walks freely with a sword in hand.

Yue Kang took a few steps forward holding the heavy sword Xuanyun and stood with the four brothers.

“Just you guys?” Luo Qingyang sneered.

The sword force suddenly increased, and the five brothers instantly felt the sword winds around them like knives, forcing them to retreat step by step.

This is the spirit of ritual.

The ritual soul used by the divine wandering in the mysterious realm.

“You can’t stop me!” Luo Qingyang roared, like a demon.

Yue Kang: “Fuck, you’re so pretentious.”

Chu Ye: “Well, if you pretend to be cool, you will be struck by lightning.”

Chu Wei: “May you be blessed with infinite happiness.”

Chu Yang: “Books contain golden houses and beautiful women.”

Chu Xinghe: “Go ahead, kill him.”

Just as the five brothers were about to take action, a Buddhist chant sounded behind them.

“Amitabha.”

Ye Anshi stood up at some point, with one hand holding a flower and the other in a single palm gesture, looking solemn and majestic, as if the Buddha had descended to the world.

“Second brother, you guys retreat first. I’m in a trance and can fight him.”

(End of this chapter)