Marshal Lei shook the ancient sword in his hand, his eyes were introverted, and there was a cold and silence.

The next moment, Marshal Lei's figure swept, and the man followed the sword and headed towards Zhang Yuelu in the sky.

Zhang Yuelu floated, and the white clouds stepped on the void, rippling layers of lotus-shaped ripples, like ripples on the water surface, and a lotus will be born in one step.

After the two of them approached each other, they used swords to fight against swords.

In an instant, it was like a battlefield killing, and countless metal collisions sounded continuously, and sword energy continued to spread and burst.

Every time the two of them set out their swords, they would leave a sword mark visible to the naked eye in the night sky. Looking from afar, Zhang Yuelu's sword marks were white in lotus, and Marshal Lei's sword marks were purple in thunder and lightning. After not long fighting, the two had left many sword marks in the air. These sword marks were intertwined, with distinct colors and never dispersed for a long time, cutting the dark night into pieces.

Marshal Lei threw away the ancient sword in his hand and made it float on the air. He pinched the sword technique with one hand and waved his sleeve with the other hand, turning the thunder and lightning on the sword into hundreds of swords, pouring it on his head, densely filled with rain.

Zhang Yuelu waved the paper sword in her hand, and the sword energy suddenly burst out. The sword energy on the three-foot sword was pouring down like a long river, breaking away the thunder swords that were far sharper than ordinary weapons.

Marshal Lei's robe was free from wind. He didn't know whether it was because of the turbulence of his true energy or because of Zhang Yuelu's powerful sword energy. He looked calm, and he had already pinched the sword technique and pointed it towards the sky, and said calmly: "Get up."

The ancient sword that had been hanging beside Marshal Lei was pulled by the true energy and circled a full moon arc. The speed became faster and faster, as if it turned into a purple lightning, and finally it was even as if it was no longer visible to the point of the sword body.

The "sword control technique" of qi refiners of heavenly beings is naturally not comparable to that of innate people. There is no need to even demand the frivolous flying sword. Even a three-foot long sword can also be regarded as a flying sword like an arm.

In terms of power, it is naturally a three-foot long sword that is far better than a three-inch flying sword.

Although Marshal Lei’s sword cannot reach the level of an immortal “slaying a man’s head with a thousand miles of flying sword”, it must not be underestimated.

The flying magic sword thousands of miles away destroyed the first peak in Zhongnan.

The speed was so fast that the sword light flashed by, and the lightning left traces behind it, which did not dissipate for a long time.

Facing this sword, Zhang Yuelu's heart was as calm as water, and she used the "Sword Scroll" and "Skill of Heart" of the "Cihang Pudu Sword Book". Her sword heart was clear and she looked around from all directions with her heart. The sword in her hand then kept her body tightly and airtightly. No matter how fast the "sword-controlling technique" was fast, she had no chance to take advantage of it.

In an instant, Marshal Lei's ancient sword collided with Zhang Yuelu's paper sword no less than a hundred times. Although the speed of "sword control" has exceeded the limit of holding a long sword and is sharp and fierce, Zhang Yuelu only needs to guard three feet in front of her, and does not have to circle around like a flying sword. The movement distance is shorter, and it is unchanged to respond to changes, which makes Marshal Lei's sword ultimately fail to achieve success.

Marshal Lei was not afraid or afraid, but his sword technique changed again.

The sword technique has become the only one who can kill the dragon.

The true energy is injected into the ancient sword, and through the ancient sword, it turns into rolling thunder and lightning, making it like a thunder dragon and go away in the sky again.

This sword is called "Cang Lei". Even a person who has never learned the thunder method can attract thunder and lightning as long as he holds this sword in his hand.

Above the night, the wind and clouds change, and the clouds are like the water of rivers during the tide and flood season, turbulent.

Zhang Yuelu didn't dodge or avoid, let go of the paper sword transformed from "photoless paper" in her hand, so that it hangs in the air, and colorful light shines all over her body. She saw that the paper sword transformed into two, two transformed into three, and three transformed into infinite, and countless sword shadows spread out behind her like a peacock spreading her tail.

Behind Zhang Yuelu, a hundred-handed Guanyin Dharma image with a height of more than three meters appeared. It was different from any Guanyin statue seen in the temple. This hundred-handed Guanyin's hands did not have a pure bottle, willow branches and other magical instruments, and only held a paper sword.

This is "Hundred Swords Guanyin".

Compared with

The other three sword techniques, "Cihang Pudu Sword Classic", are less sharp and murderous intent, and more compassionate, and more perfect in offense and defense.

Zhang Yuelu made hand seals with both hands.

Hundreds of swords move together, like a hundred flowers blooming.

Above the night, countless sword energy crisscrossed.

As a last resort, Marshal Lei had to put away his "sword-controlling technique" for the time being, reaching out to hold the long sword, and the vast sea of ​​celestial energy began to exert force, like the surging sea tide, like the turbulent wind and thunder, using his strength to break the trick.

The sword curtain is long.

Marshal Lei held a long sword in his hand and kept drawing circles, like an iron curtain, allowing hundreds of swords that seemed real and illusory to swarm and shoot, hitting the sword curtain, constantly annihilated and dissipating.

The sword energy and lightning intertwined, making a squeak.

Qi Xuansu, who was watching the battle, thought Zhang Yuelu would return without success, but she never thought that after the hundred swords, the hundred swords returned to one another, turned into a line of swords, and used a point to break through the sword curtain that was already at the end of the power, stabbed Marshal Lei's chest, and a ball of blood burst out.

Marshal Lei was shocked and angry, and he refused to respond without hesitation.

The thunder sword light flashed away, the snow-white magic phase collapsed, turning into fireflies in the sky, flying like fireflies, or falling like swaying snow.

Zhang Yuelu showed up and floated back more than ten feet away before stopping, relying on the streamer on her body to illuminate the sky. The "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" she wore on her body produced layers of white clouds, and there were strands of thunder and lightning wandering like a small snake.

Zhang Yuelu shook the "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" on her body, dispelled the tiny Razer on her body, raised the paper sword in her hand again, and pointed at Marshal Lei standing opposite her.

Marshal Lei was not feeling well at this time. Zhang Yuelu's sword was not the work of Cihang's lineage, but used the magical power of the "Six Void Tribulations". The power of the Six Tribulations took root and spread from Marshal Lei's chest to his limbs and bones. Marshal Lei had to suppress it with all his strength. Fortunately, he was in other realm.

The world is higher than Zhang Yuelu, and he can barely suppress it with one force, but he still paid a certain price. He saw thin blood flowing slowly down the corners of his eyes and nostrils, leaving blood lines on his face. He did not wipe it, but reached out to hold his ancient sword again and said coldly: "It is worthy of being the little master of Tiangang Hall. It is amazing, I admire it."

Zhang Yuelu didn't answer, but waved the paper sword in her hand and slashed out a sword energy, forcing Marshal Lei to block the sword. His true energy was shaken and blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth.

Marshal Lei was controlled by the "Six Void Tribulation" and his cultivation was damaged. The paper sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand was much stronger than Marshal Lei's ancient sword. And as Qi Niang said, the famous master's guidance, the crystallization of wisdom of his predecessors was far better than that of one person alone, so when the two fought, Marshal Lei was temporarily at a disadvantage.

After being forced to get a sword, Marshal Lei stopped fighting hard, but only struck out a series of thunder and lightning sword energy, like a gangrene attached to the bone, focusing on resolving the "six void disasters" in his body.

Zhang Yuelu gently shook the "Taiyi Cloud Clothes" on her body, and blocked the sword energy with the clouds surrounding her body. She saw that her eyes were like the bright moon, her skin was like jade, her hair was tied with a jade hairpin, her white clothes were full of clouds, her arms were surrounded by colorful streamers, she held a paper sword in her hand, her expression was calm, and her figure was floating, she was like a fairy who came down to the earth from the sky.

Her face was as calm as water, without any joy or anger, and another sword hit her.

Marshal Lei fell downwards and rushed away.

Zhang Yuelu came again, and Marshal Lei had to fight back with his sword.

In an instant, the ancient sword in his hand and the paper sword hit each other more than ten consecutive times, as if more than ten thunders were heard, piercing the eardrums.

After a long period of time, he would lose his mistake. After just ten consecutive swords, Marshal Lei almost blocked them all, but at the last moment he failed. A sword still failed to block it and fell on his chest, tearing a long wound, and blood mist filled him.
Chapter completed!