It is difficult for practitioners to be assassinated because they are very sensitive to changes in their qi.

Zhao Layue is good at deduction and calculation, and is naturally better at this Taoist. But when she entered the Taoist temple, she couldn't find any problems. It was not because she was a little distracted when she thought about seeing the descendants of Lian Sanyue, but because this formation had no murderous intent, was extremely indifferent, and was integrated with ordinary mountains and rivers, and it was difficult to find.

The formation that can change the aura of heaven and earth again integrates the heaven and earth. This method is mysterious and rare.

Only those Xuanmen authentic sects with profound background can do it.

With a sound of swords, the ruined Taoist temple was illuminated with red, just like the twilight coming to the forest in advance, igniting all the trees in the valley.

The Fox Sword was running through the air at an unimaginable speed, cutting countless straight lines around her, as if she was about to cut the space open.

Those extremely dense lines formed a barrier that protected her inside.

Zhao Layue knew that those who dared to attack him would definitely not be an ordinary cultivator, and he would definitely not be an opponent.

Confidence and pride will not affect her judgment.

She had never thought of finding the enemy and attacking, and immediately used the most powerful sword move to protect herself.

This is not a sword move in the Nine Death Sword Art, but a sword move created by Jingyang Zhenren based on a certain Taoist method of Shuiyue's An, which is said to be related to a certain alien insect called Tiansang.

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

"Is this the Fris sword left by Jingyang Zhenren? It's indeed perfect. Your swordsmanship, response and decisiveness are also perfect."

A man in black walked out of the red light like twilight.

The man in black had a very powerful aura, with a black cloth covering his face, and he should have used some kind of exercise to change his face.

Zhao Layue looked at the other party through the sword net without saying a word.

She had some speculation about this person's true identity and should have a good status in that sect because he looked confident and arrogant with his hands behind his back.

The man in black said, "It's worthy of being Zhao Layue in the legend. Unfortunately, such powerful sword moves can only last for dozens of breaths at your current realm. And in this way, you can't use the sword book to seek help from your fellow disciples. In other words, you have put yourself in a dead end. What's the point of living for such a period of time?"

Zhao Layue knew that what the man in black said made sense, and it was also a temptation.

Nan Wang and Qingshan disciples were still in Chaoge City, only more than 200 miles away. It won't take too long to come here as fast as possible.

The question is, if she asks for help with the sword book, how long can she last without the flying sword on her side? She may even be killed instantly.

Zhao Layue didn't say anything because it was meaningless and delaying time was meaningless.

Her sword element is being lost at a high speed.

The dusk gradually becomes thicker, and the old Taoist temples shrouded in it give birth to a sense of vicissitudes of beauty.

Beautiful scenery is not a beautiful thing, because it means that the speed of the Fox Sword is gradually slowing down and the color will become more vivid.

It is precisely because of the slowdown that the Fox Sword began to roar and bring out the sword wind.

The walls of the dilapidated Taoist temple were blown by the sword wind, and dust fell down.

The mud statues in the Taoist temple were eroded by the wind and rain of time and only half of their heads were left, and they were also becoming lower at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mud and sand fell on the ground, like an hourglass, and time walked towards the end.

Just before the head of the mud statue was about to be completely smoothed, Zhao leyue moved.

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

The room was filled with dusk and fell into her hands, as if it turned into a red sun.

She held the Fox sword, took the afterimage of her body, and stabbed it towards the black clothes.

——If you keep your sword in hand, you don’t have to worry about being influenced by the opponent’s powerful skills.

At the Sea God Temple outside Haizhou City, she used this move to kill the manager of Bu Lao Lin.

The man in black was very calm. He probably knew her move in advance. He easily avoided several sword lights and then slapped down with one palm.

What falls is the palm, but what flies are the sleeves.

Maybe he was afraid of the power of Fu Sijian, or even more so he didn't want to leave clues, so he didn't use his magic weapon.

Even so, he was not something Zhao Laiyue could resist.

The man in black rolled up his sleeves, and there were waves like ink in the darkness of the night.

The howling wind was passing by with her sleeves, extremely sharp, but her aura was so majestic. It was obviously the authentic martial arts of Xuanmen, which was extremely open and upright.

With a loud bang, Zhao leyue flew backwards and hit the wall of the Taoist temple hard.

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

The man in black casually turned his sleeves and broke her sword Ruyi.

The gap in realm between the two sides is too big, and with the heart of Tao, fighting spirit and courage, it is impossible to make up for it.

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

Just as she hit the wall, the Fox Sword, which was shocked like a stone, suddenly seemed to have regained its vitality and broke out of the roof!

Whoosh!

The Fox sword flew towards the sky and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only a blood-colored afterimage.

This is the message of the Sword Book.

The man in black ignored it because this was something he had already calculated, or something he wanted to happen.

Even if Zhao Luyue had a higher realm than in the intelligence, he had already broken through to the Wuchang level, and the distance he could control the sword was only a few miles away.

If she wanted to use the sword book to inform her Qingshan fellow disciples in Chaoge City, she could only use that method to forcefully cut off contact with Fu Sijian and let him go.

This practice will cause the sword master to be seriously injured by backlash, and if you want to reconnect with the flying sword afterwards, it will take longer to cultivate it, which is very unworthy.

Qingshan disciples will only make this choice only when they face great danger, or even know that they will die.

Of course, if Zhao leyue could survive today, the price would be worth it.

The question is, when Fu Sijian goes away, what will she use to resist the opponent's attack? Or is she sure knowing that she will die?

The man in black believes it is the latter.

He slapped Zhao leyue with a palm from the air.

The air suddenly deformed, and the light falling from the roof was refracted into a mess.

A powerful and continuous power echoed in the Taoist temple, stacking like mountains, crushing forward.

This violent power did not affect the Taoist temple itself. There were no cracks on the dilapidated walls, and even dust did not fall.

Such a fine degree of control proves that the man in black has other things in his terrible state.

It is very unwise to have to deliberately control this kind of control at such moments.

So the truth of the matter is that the man in black does not deliberately control it, and everything goes naturally.

The moves naturally contain the natural way of heaven and earth. Zhao Layue confirmed the other party’s origin more and more, and his eyes became brighter.

The man in black turned into a fist when his palm came to Zhao Layue.

Wan Chongshan condensed into a stone, and you can imagine how heavy it was.

Even the walls of Chaoge City will be penetrated by this punch.

The thing that Qingshan disciples most unwilling to be close to the enemy is that they are forced to defend the flying sword and cannot kill the enemy freely, which is equivalent to being tied to their own hands.

The man in black looked at Zhao leyue with a look of his death.

You don't even have a sword, what else can you do?

Zhao Layue raised her hands and faced the fist.

There was a light bang.

Countless sword intents emerged in her hand.

Those sword intents are extremely pure and absolutely sharp.
Chapter completed!