The Sword Dynasty - 540. Chapter 539

All Xueyan went from raging to stillness.

The lake’s ice layer left countless crater-like depressions in the flames of the falling talisman.

The wooden staff in the old monk’s hand fell back to the ice.

The tip of the stick pierced too much flesh and blood in a short period of time, and it rubbed sharply with the bones and left a high temperature. When it touched the ice surface, it sneered and a white smoke appeared.

The old monk got the true biography of the Bashan sword field in the past, and his combat power has taken a big step towards the highest point in the world. The whole person is in an inexplicable joy and excitement, but at this time, he is unconscious. ‘S frowned.

A figure slowly walked out of the darkness and flying icy debris ahead.

The man’s face was covered with a thick black cloth, and he was carrying two long swords, a blue hilt, and a red hilt, all shining in the darkness, more attractive than his own. Eye-catching.

This person was the lieutenant who stood beside the leader of the army.

When this lieutenant marched forward, the ghostly army, the leader at the head and the sergeant behind him still remained absolutely silent, without a single movement or sound.

There was a soft sound.

The two long swords were unsheathed at the same time.

The body of the long sword with the cyan hilt is red, while the body of the long sword with the red hilt is cyan, which looks strange in the dark.

The lieutenant crossed his hands and held the sword. There was no sound in his footsteps, but he was getting faster and faster. The two swords quickly turned into two bands of light in the dark.

A dignified look appeared between the old monk’s eyebrows.

He took a step forward and raised the stick, his arm stretched straight out naturally, and the wooden stick instantly turned into a pure straight line, piercing the lieutenant’s eyebrows.

There was a loud pop.

The lieutenant’s eyebrows were easily pierced, and the force on the tip of the stick penetrated into his skull, but even if the tip of the stick that had just been cooled by the ice surface brought out a shadow in the lieutenant’s eye pupils, the intense pressure even caused When the pupils were deformed and sunken inward, the lieutenant still did not change any movements.

He just allowed the old monk to pierce his eyebrows, still carrying out his own swordsmanship.

The wrinkles on the old monk’s forehead deepened for a few minutes, and he didn’t have any extra movements. With that slight explosion, the power from the tip of his staff had cut off all the vitality of the lieutenant.

However, the light of his eyes fell on both sides of his chest and abdomen.

Two cracks appeared in his greasy monk’s robes.

Inside the crack is his purple-black skin, like steel, with two shallow white marks on the skin.

The tip of the staff separated from the center of the lieutenant’s eyebrows, and fell naturally. As the tip of the stick was on the ice, the body of the lieutenant fell backward.

The old monk looked straight ahead.

The ghostly army moved, but only one person moved again.

A cultivator dressed in the same manner as the lieutenant passed over the leading general, and walked towards the old monk alone along the path the lieutenant had walked.

The old monk’s perception extends endlessly along the ice surface.

He didn’t know anything about this army, and he couldn’t judge the ranks of these people. However, there was a very subtle difference in aura. His perception and the lieutenant who had just been killed by him had already told him a lot. .

The lieutenant who had just been killed by him was the second person in this ghostly army.

Although the turmoil with him at that moment was not shocked, and there was not even any violent vitality collision, the lieutenant was able to cut through his monk clothes and leave a mark on his body.

Only this result has surpassed any powerhouse he encountered in Donghu Palace.

What’s more, he is stronger today than when he went to Donghu Palace.

The second person in an army far surpasses those powerful masters in Donghu Palace, which is enough to prove the strength of this army.

But the most important thing is that the lieutenant came first to die, only to clear the way with death.

Make a way with death, you keep up.

Ding Ning’s brows were also deeply frowned.

He has seen many troops.

However, he had never seen such an army.

The old monk’s emotions did not fluctuate. For him, all the meaning of life is to be Ding Ning’s waiter. Therefore, in the face of such an army at this time, in addition to admiring the opponent’s strength and cruelty, killing people is such a thing. , Normally breaking a cake and drinking a bowl of tea, there is no difference.

All he has to consider is how to minimize the damage the other party causes to him and save his physical strength as much as possible.

Even the thin air resistance has become an important aspect for him to consider at this time.

So he didn’t even move his fingers. He waited until the second person in the ghost army approached him before he lifted his stick again and stabbed it out.

The tip of the rod is precisely pierced at the opponent’s heart, and the force is between the bones, piercing the opponent’s heart through the weakest flesh and blood.

However, as soon as the power penetrated, the practitioner in front of him had disappeared.

There was a dull roar between heaven and earth.

The practitioner’s body exploded from the inside to the outside.

What this cultivator did was to go to the front of the old monk, and before the old monk killed him, he exploded all the true essence and heaven and earth vitality accumulated in his body.

There were countless popping noises on the old monk’s body.

It is like a stone hitting the fragile window paper.

There are many more holes in the monk robe on his body, and there are many more marks on his purple-black skin in the holes.

Changsun Qianxue’s breathing stopped.

Her face gradually turned pale, and she felt like she wanted to vomit.

Especially seeing the many marks on the old monk’s body, her body began to vibrate in the sea of qi.

But at this moment, Ding Ning shook her hand and shook her head.

Changsun Qianxue slowly inhaled, and the vibration of the sea of qi disappeared.

The old monk naturally sensed her desire to help. He didn’t turn around, but took another step forward.

In the darkness, a third person came.

This man uses a flying sword.

When Feijian flew out more than ten feet away from the old monk, the third person was already dead.

Because this cultivator has forced out all the true essence in his body at this moment and poured it into this sword.

This scarlet little sword burned completely, and fell on the old monk along a straight line like a meteorite.

The old monk simply turned his body sideways.

The power of this flying sword swept a few pieces of rags on his body, and then went far past the edge of the frozen lake behind the old monk, pierced into the glacier behind, and then emitted a earth-shattering explosion.

The icicles on the ice began to beat.

The fourth practitioner came.

This is a giant much taller than ordinary people, with a huge hammer dragging in his hands.

When the cultivator raised his hammer high, the tip of the old monk’s staff penetrated his heart.

The hammer fell, smashing a deep hole in front of the old monk, and countless ice and snow fragments splashed and fell on the old monk.

Next came fifth, sixth… a thrilling frequency. After one person was killed, one immediately walked up to the old monk and then was killed.

A famous practitioner came silently and died.