The Sword Dynasty - 493. Chapter 492

Any color, tangible and intangible symbolic meaning or sword qi, is the refraction reaction of the true essence or the heaven and earth vitality condensing and dispersing, and changing.

The same is true of the yellow clouds formed by Le Yi’s Huangtian Fuyi.

However, at this time, his symbolic meaning was clearly pressing down with an extremely decisive aura, but Huang Yun did not sink, but rose up, attracted by the roof of the temple, like a thick layer of velvet. The blanket was pasted on the top of Chengtian Temple.

What is even more shocking is that some of the mysterious lines on the top of Chengtian Temple disappeared, but some of them lighted up instead.

These lighted lines overlap with the lines in the yellow cloud, just as if the key is aligned with the keyhole, and they fit together completely.

It is also with these bright mosaics that Zhang Yi and other talents can really see clearly that there are such clear lines in the yellow clouds.

These lines are the main channels through which this symbolically condensed heaven and earth elements flow.

Huang Yun did not press down, but a new force was pressed down in accordance with Le Yi’s heart.

The sharp talisman in front of Chen Xingcui chopped the countless invisible threads that filled Le Yi’s body. However, with a click, a real blade was broken in the air, but his talisman did not press. His imagination generally cut off those silk threads, but a powerful recoil made his throat sweet in an instant, and the tip of his tongue tasted blood.

Le Yi was shocked.

He felt stronger than ever.

It’s just that this power doesn’t come from him, but from this temple of heaven.

Chen Xingchui took a step back.

In just one step, an afterimage was left in front of him, and then the afterimage exploded violently.

In the air waves visible to the naked eye, the suspended dust swayed, but still stubbornly wanted to stop there, and slowly formed a phantom of stone steps.

The cold light that stabbed Chen Xingchui at this time was behind the phantoms of the stone steps and before Zhang Yi, revealing its true face.

This is indeed a sword.

A sword smaller than a dagger.

The blade is white, and it is not straight, with a twisted arc.

This distortion is very natural, more natural than any curved curve created by any ingenious craftsman in the world, just like a fish intestine.

“Sure enough, it is a fish intestine sword.”

Chen Xingchui muttered to himself before looking at this extremely small sword.

Then he looked at the phantom of the first-level stone steps in front of him and the yellow cloud adsorbed to the top of the hall, and couldn’t help shook his head and said, “Interesting.”

He just couldn’t forcefully break Le Yi’s Huangtian Dao Talisman with his cultivation base and absolute power, because the Chengtian Talisman of the Chengtian Temple resonated with one another.

It was as if Chengtian Temple felt the danger of the true disciple of Xianfuzong who mastered the Huangtian Taoist amulet, and naturally burst out the power of blessing.

And he couldn’t kill Zhang Yi with a single blow, but it came from the talisman Zhang Yi cast with the sword.

This is the True Mountain Fairy Talisman.

It does not belong to the two supreme hegemonic meanings of the Huangtian Dao Talisman and the Chengtian Dao Talisman, but in the legend, the disciple of the Xianfuzong who can realize the meaning of this talisman is destined to be the mountain guardian of the Xianfuzong.

The sword intent of the Minshan Sword Sect was the coldest and fierce, while the True Mountain Xianfu of the Xianfuzong was gentle and tough, and was the true cornerstone. This combination of offense and defense made him understand why Zheng Xiu had to die for Zhang Yi.

However, if he does not die here, it is not just Zhang Yi who is destined to have an amazing future, but also Le Yi.

In the real life and death, the Huangtian Dao Talisman and the Fuyi in this Chengtian Temple merge into one, arousing resonance. Le Yi must be able to realize some of the Fuyi meaning of the Chengtian Dao Talisman, and it is very likely that this will be the same in the future. Wutong, this is the two masters of Xianfuzong all gathered in his hand.

Just facing such two young juniors, it seems to be the ultimate, but there is still a fish-intestine sword here.

The fish intestines were made by the ancient Yueyue King, who was recognized as the world’s No. 1 swordsmith. The tin of Chijin Mountain, the copper of Ruoyexi, and the thunder were used to make the sword for the world.

In the legend, this sword was like a psychic when it was first formed. When the great swordsman Xue Zhu saw this sword, he said that the fish-intestinal sword “is not compliant with reason, and it is not acceptable. “Killing the father” means that the sword intent of this sword was originally intransigent, and it was used to kill the king and kill the father.

Of course, this might be the legend after the sword really killed the king of Wu at the time and caused the demise of a dynasty.

However, encountering this sword at this time, the sword intent of this sword is really as if there is a sword master who is the only one who is against the sky and is constantly making swords.

It’s just that even two young people like Zhang Yi and Le Yi, plus this fish-gut sword, can only make him feel interesting.

“Since you can control the Yuchang Sword, why didn’t Le Yi act on behalf of Huangtian Dao Sect when he challenged my Xianfuzong?”

After swallowing the blood in his throat, he slowly turned sideways, looking at Murong’s little sullen and vigilant expression, and asked seriously.

Murong Xiaoyi frowned.

Such questioning means that even though the other party is at the border, he has a clear understanding of everything that happened to Xianfuzong before.

“The fish intestine sword is not a thing of the Xianfuzong. Even if it can win by relying on it, it won’t be victorious.”

She looked at the wounded but nonchalant general, and slowly said, “What’s more, it’s too harsh to use such a sword against a young man.”

“pity.”

Chen Xingchui laughed mockingly, and then said: “Unfortunately, even so, you still can’t beat me.”

No one feels proud of his words.

Le Yi’s vest was soaked with cold sweat.

Zhang Yi started coughing and coughing up blood.

Although he was able to save his life with a blow to a practitioner who exceeded his two realms, he not only broke his bones, but also shook his heart and lungs.

However, at this time, he was thinking in his mind, if his “little brother” Ding Ning was here… what would Ding Ning do?

He knew that the Yuchang Sword and the willing Huangtian Taoist Talisman could at best stop Chen Xingchui’s blow.

Then when Chen Xingchui shot again, he would die.

That’s just the time for two breaths.

…

Sect Master Xianfuzong still stood in front of the window.

He looked down at the Chengtian Taoist Temple from a condescending position, and a strange luster suddenly appeared in his bleak eyes.

Feeling the change in his mood, the old man in black robes, who has been leisurely and calmly, also moved slightly in his heart, and said with a slight irony, “Do you think there is still hope?”

“You may have forgotten one thing.”

Sect Master Xianfuzong said lightly, “It is not my intention to let Zhang Yi come to the top, and it is not Zheng Xiu’s intention to enter my Xianfuzong.”

The black robe old man’s complexion changed slightly.

However, he still said coldly: “Since Chen Xingchui has entered the Temple of Heaven, killing Zhang Yi is a matter of thought…”

“But Zhang Yi is still alive now.”

His words were interrupted by the words of Sect Master Xianfuzong, “What’s more, besides the person who managed to get Zhang Yi to come to my Xianfuzong, there is another person you didn’t expect.”

The black-robed old man breathed slightly, feeling ominous in his heart.

He stepped to the window, looked around, his eyes were instantly filled with unbelievable meaning that could not be described in words.