Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

Seeing this, the eyes of Zhang Liang and Yan Lu who were watching the battle lit up.

"Here we come, the first sword of the Holy King's Sword Art created by the senior brother, the Sword of Heaven." Zhang Liang said softly.

The crowd stared blankly.

"Heaven has its principles, and people have their principles." Fu Nian said flatly, his clothes fluttering, and Tai'a waved out in his hand, a majestic golden sword energy like a swimming dragon, as if descending from the nine heavens, to meet the piece of Taoist text , one gold and one blue, collided in the air.

Bang bang bang!

The turbulent air wave spread around, causing everyone's clothes to flutter and their hair to flutter. Even so, the people around did not close their eyes, but opened their eyes wide to see the two attacks colliding together in the air.

On the other side, in Little Sage's Villa, a figure in green shirt seemed to have sensed something, and raised his head to that side, "It really is Xiaomeng, looking at the fighting breath, it seems that Fu Nian and Xiaomeng are fighting." mean."

He was just about to step up and walk towards that side, when suddenly, he paused, looked towards the other side, and frowned slightly, "This aura is... Star Soul? And... the three of them?"

At the back door of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, Shaoyu Tianming and Shi Lan looked at Xinghun standing in front of them with ugly and heavy faces, their foreheads and backs were covered with cold sweat.

Why is he here? !Shouldn't he be with Third Master and the others? !

"Sure enough, it's you two rebellious little devils from the Mohist school, and a rebel from Shushan. Look at the Confucian shirts on the two of you. It turns out that you have been hiding in this little sage village during this time. I can't think of the little sage village known as Confucianism in the world. It is really eye-opening to secretly hide the empire's rebellion." Xinghun looked at the three people in front of him playfully.

"When I bring you all in front of Fusu, I'd like to see what expressions the famous Qilu Sanjie will make. It must be very interesting." Xinghun smiled wickedly, and stretched out a hand towards the three of them.

Tianming Shaoyu, Shi Lan and the three of them all clenched their weapons tightly, and the hearts of the three were very heavy and depressed. It's not that the three of them were terrified, but that the strength gap between the two sides was too great, and the aura emanating from Xinghun was oppressive. Caused.

"Oh? Still trying to resist? It's a waste of effort." Xinghun stepped forward, and his figure disappeared.

"Where is it!" Shaoyu hurriedly turned his head to look left and right.

"Be careful!" Shi Lan saw a purple light behind her from the corner of her eyes, and shouted anxiously, but it was too late, a strong force hit the back of the three of them at the same time, and sent them flying.

"The difference in strength between you and me is really too big, like ants, which makes people not interested." Xinghun withdrew his hand, walked slowly to the three struggling on the ground, looked at the three and shook his head in disdain.

He stretched out his hand, "Puppetry."

Strands of blue threads of internal force flowed from the palm of his hand towards the heads of the three of them like poisonous snakes.

"Dangerous." Shi Lan swung her dagger, cutting off some threads, but immediately there were more coming towards her. Both Tianming and Shaoyu were a bit difficult to deal with. Their weapons were long halberds, and the other was not very sharp. It is very difficult to cut these silk threads. Soon, the weapons of the two people were tied up and taken away by those silk threads. The two leaned back to back, looking at the blue silk threads coming towards them with bare hands, their foreheads It was covered in cold sweat, and the form was very bad.

"Dangerous." Shi Lan swung her dagger, cutting off some threads, but immediately there were more coming towards her. Both Tianming and Shaoyu were a bit difficult to deal with. Their weapons were long halberds, and the other was not very sharp. It is very difficult to cut these silk threads. Soon, the weapons of the two people were tied up and taken away by those silk threads. The two leaned back to back, looking at the blue silk threads coming towards them with bare hands, their foreheads It was covered in cold sweat, and the form was very bad.

And Xinghun just stood there, didn't make a move, did nothing except release the silk thread, looked at Shi Lan with a light smile, as if mocking their weakness.

Finally, due to Tianming's negligence, his hands and feet were bound by the blue silk thread. At the same time, the blue thread pierced his head, his eyes suddenly became dazed, and he fell on his back.

"Tianming! Damn it." Shaoyu gritted his teeth angrily, but he didn't last long, and soon he was hit like Tianming and fell down.

Shi Lan was the only one left to face the increasing number of silk threads with the sharp dagger in her hand, struggling to hold on, and it seemed that she was going to be unable to hold on.

Finally, several strands of silk thread broke through her defense and headed towards her face, but Shi Lan was too late to defend.

it's over...

These two words came to Shi Lan's mind.

But at this moment, a blue light flashed in front of Xing Hun and Shi Lan, swish, silently, all those silk threads were broken from it.

"What!" Xinghun was frightened, he turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see anyone, "Who is it?!"

Shi Lan was also very surprised, but at this moment, a warm hand was placed on her shoulder, Shi Lan shook her body, and turned her head sharply to look behind her.

Su Ying lowered his head and smiled at her suspicious eyes, "Yo, we meet again."

Shi Lan stared at that handsome and indifferent face with wide eyes, forgetting to leave his arms for a moment.

"Su! Win! It turned out to be you!" On the other side, there was a roar and a wave of air. In the purple-blue inner air, faint purple-black lines appeared on his face.

He will never forget that the humiliation that Su Ying brought to him that day, and the disdain that Su Ying looked at him like an ant that day became his nightmare, reappearing in his dreams and practice day and night, making him angry and irritable The intention is getting stronger day by day.

"Are you happy to see me so excited?" Su Ying looked at Xinghun and smiled.

That's not how excited and happy is it?Shi Lan looked at Xinghun and thought strangely.

By the way, I and him are also enemies.Shi Lan suddenly remembered this, and hurriedly struggled hard, trying to break free from Su Ying's hand.

but……

Not only did Su Ying not let go, but he made an inch of it. He took her right hand from her shoulder to her soft abdomen, and squeezed her tighter. Shi Lan was trembling with anger, and immediately stabbed her with the dagger He passed by, but when the dagger touched his stomach, there was a metallic clang.

Shi Lan was dumbfounded.

"See, you can't kill me. If you move around again, I will go too far." Su Ying lowered his head, winked at Shi Lan and said, while speaking, his hand still showed signs of reaching upwards , Shi Lan immediately didn't dare to move anymore.

On the other side, the purple air blades in Xinghun's hands had already condensed, he kicked his feet, and attacked Su Ying with anger in his eyes. .

Chapter 254 Difference in strength, star soul bewitched

The purple shadow flashed, and the star soul appeared in front of Su Ying as if teleporting. The purple air blade in his left hand swung an arc and slashed towards Su Ying's neck. The momentum was astonishing, and the air became sharp as a blade under this blow. .

Facing this blow, Su Ying still looked calm, with a smile on his face, he raised his left hand, and grabbed the incomparably sharp air blade in Shi Lan's wide-open eyes.

To resist my qi blade with flesh and blood, I really want to die!

Seeing this scene, Xinghun laughed back from anger, and the power of the Qi Blade in his hand became stronger and stronger as his inner strength surged.

boom!

The purple air blade collided with Su Ying's white jade-like left hand, instead of cutting off Su Ying's left hand as Xinghun thought, there was a clear sound of metal collision, and the billowing air wave flowed from the point where the two collided. Spread around, blowing the skirts and hair of the three of them.