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Chapter 1632 Defensive Counterattack

Two powerful forces that seemed to be there and not be there, surged one after another.

Lin Qingjue had a green flute in his hand. The music sound was like silk and numb, invisible and qualitative, gentle and tough. Although the speed was not fast, it was like quick sand, crushing and swallowing the obstacles encountered one by one.

What he practices is joy of Tao.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, enjoying Tao is a very common Tao. There are many good people in the world, but it is rare in the world of immortal cultivation. Because enjoying Tao is very special, when you have not realized the Tao, practitioners cannot even use the power of Tao. It is like a mortal, but enjoying Tao is difficult to understand. There are many changes in music theory, and there are thousands of types of musical instruments, which are difficult to learn and proficient. It is impossible to accomplish without super talent.

However, once you have successfully realized the truth, the power of joy obtained by the music cultivation is extremely powerful, invisible and even silent. Often, the opponent is hit before he can feel it. If the power of joy penetrates into the body, he will follow the musical sound and cannot control his body and mind. It can be said that life is worse than death.

The Tailang on the other side is no longer able to distinguish the human form.

His whole body was wrapped in black and bloody airflow, and his body grew several times larger. During the high-speed movement, it seemed to turn into a ferocious wolf, roaring, revealing sharp claws and red eyes.

Tailang practices the evil way.

This Taoist, which comes from the ancient ferocious beast Taoist, can bring its own violence and ferocity to the extreme. This Taoist was once very popular - among the barbarians and witch tribes, and in the world of immortal cultivation, only a very small number of talented monks can practice it.

The Tailang has the form of a ferocious wolf, which means that he has realized the truth and has begun to do his best.

Both of them have planted the corresponding path since childhood, and their talents happen to be in line with each other and complement each other, so that they can successfully practice to this point and become the highest elders of Kunlun.

They are not easy to deal with.

Zhou Shu was not in a hurry to take action. The Taoist tower on his body had already taken shape. At the same time, Shu's power and spiritual consciousness were released, and he quietly mixed into the two Taoist powers, sensing them carefully, looking for the weaknesses in it.

Seeing the Taoist tower on Zhou Shu's body, Lin Qingjue stumbled slightly, but Tailang did not react at all and still rushed forward.

Bang!

Tailang directly hit the Taoist tower!

Before Zhou Shu could dodge, Daota suddenly sank. Zhou Shu and Tailang rushed towards him faced each other, only an inch apart. The red eyes and the fierce and cruel aura rushed over, and they could hardly breathe.

The mouth was opened, and the sharp teeth were so cold that it bit Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu retreated quickly.

Tailang was chasing him relentlessly, following like a shadow. At the same time, music also lingered in, quietly approaching the Taoist tower from below.

Layers of silk-like silk wrapped around the Taoist tower, the power of joy was like wind and water, penetrated into the Taoist tower, trying to break through Zhou Shu's defense.

Zheng Daoxuan, who arrived later, was always a bit short, but he did not rush to catch up and whispered, "This boy's way is very strange!"

"yes."

Lin Qingjue responded while playing the flute, with a somewhat calm expression, "It's different from all the Taos I've seen, and the words on the tower were the first time I saw it. Although there are many types of Taos stored on the Tao Mountain, there are no similar ones."

"That's strange."

Zheng Daoxuan's expression was slightly stagnant, "Is it the Tao in the fairy world he obtained from the aura of the fairy?"

Lin Qingjue nodded slightly, "It is very likely that this Tao is extraordinary. You can quickly find the real and real of my magic tricks, avoid the real and the virtual, and make up for it quickly if there are any flaws. It is hard for me to believe that this is what he has been able to do after only two hundred years of cultivation. It should be the characteristics of the Tao itself."

Zheng Daoxuan roared lowly and immediately accelerated his pace, "You must get the magical spirit!"

In dozens of breaths, Zhou Shu and Tailang flew out nearly a thousand miles.

Tailang's strength did not weaken at all, but the fierce aura became stronger and stronger, completely enclosing the space within hundreds of miles. There was darkness around, and only sparks fell from the catastrophe fire could be seen.

Lin Qingjue followed closely behind, and the green flute in his hand gradually turned into azure blue, exerting the power of music even stronger.

Zheng Daoxuan also chased him closer. His right arm sleeve had been rolled up, revealing his transparent arms that looked like crystals. He saw Zhou Shu's direction and punched him out seven consecutive punches.

The fist shadows are heavy, and it turns into a solid giant fist in flight, carrying wind and fire, and rushing towards Zhou Shu.

He practiced boxing. He had never practiced his body, and practicing boxing with his body of qi is rare in the entire world of immortal cultivation. However, he did it. Although his boxing power was not good at using strength, it was both hard and soft, and was invincible, and it was never inferior to any physical cultivation.

The three of them attacked together, and they tried their best to attack Zhou Shu and had nowhere to escape.

Against the backdrop of several powerful forces, the tower could not stop swaying, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

The Kunlun monks were also waiting for the arrival of this moment.

But after hundreds of breaths, the three of them chased after thousands of miles. The candlelight had not yet been extinguished and they were always standing stubbornly.

Although Tailang hit the Taoist tower countless times to the point of Thunder as the cicada's wings and faced Zhou Shu countless times, he could not break through the last floor. Lin Qingjue's power of joy had entangled the Taoist tower, but he could not find an entrance to attack.

Zheng Daoxuan's huge fist could knock Zhou Shu for dozens of miles per punch, but after falling, he remained the same.

The three of them looked at each other, and their eyes gradually became anxious.

How could such a thing happen? The power of the three eighth-level cultivators in the Tribulation Realm could not break the Taoist tower of a fourth-level cultivator?

However, in addition to being anxious, he also has more determination to win.

Such Tao and such power are not matched by Zhou Shu? The immortal spirit must belong to Kunlun!

In the Taoist tower, Zhou Shu closed his eyes slightly, his expression quite calm.

If it were in the past, he might have only had to escape, but now it is different. Over the years, he has grown a lot, especially in recent years, he has broken the shackles of Shu Zhidao, making Shu Zhidao progress by leaps and bounds, and also allowing him to face these offensives more easily.

But it is not appropriate to attack, so it is still a good defensive counterattack.

He has enough experience in dealing with these three powers of Tao, and with reliable perception, he will not be defeated in an instant.

Just delay like that.

Find out its flaws and resolve them. When the Taoist tower may be broken, simulate the power of the sun to melt the opponent's power. This consumes a lot, but it is still stable.

At the same time, quietly, his power of relief had penetrated into the opponent's power of Tao. His wisps of perception were comprehensively analyzed, quickly deduced, and simulated in the sea of ​​consciousness. When he was almost fully understood, it was time to fight back.

The Kunlun monk was besieging him with all his might, and he could not notice it.

Nan Ye was slightly inferior over there. In the heavenly tribulation, he was chased by Caiying in a very embarrassing manner. He wanted to escape but couldn't get out. Whenever he wanted to fly outside, he would be blocked by Caiying and could only turn around.

"Hehe, do you want to leave? I don't allow it!"

"Damn it!"
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