Luo Xie reached out his left hand and pressed it on the opponent's head, clasping his forehead with his five fingers. Just as he was about to repeat his old trick, Peifuzi's eyes widened, desperate to break his heart. Thick blood flowed from the seven orifices, and the next moment his body was like skin.

The cudgel swelled and exploded. Luo Xie did not expect that the opponent would be so strong. He would rather die than give in. With a thought, he used the demonic energy to block the splashing flesh and blood without being contaminated at all. Peifuzi knew the restrictions of the "Sword Pavilion" thoroughly.

When a person dies, many obstacles are added. Luo Lai's face is a little gloomy. With a wave of his sleeves, the demon power fills the air and breaks all the five restrictions. He moves his lips slightly and tells the ancestors of Tianhu, Yin Guihe and others to capture him.

He was sentenced to death and sent to "Jiange" for questioning.

The Fuhaizong sword pavilion has three floors. Most of it is embedded in the cliff, and the other half is stuck out of the cliff, overlooking the abyss. Every beam, every pillar, every brick, every tile has been sacrificed in the cauldron. It is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and is comparable to the superficial Dharma.

It takes a lot of effort to keep the utensils standing for thousands of years. Luo Xie walked around the first floor of the "Sword Pavilion". Numerous caves and niches of different sizes were densely carved on the stone wall, and they were tightly stuffed with bamboo, wood, leather and paper.

In fact, you can’t tell how many things there are at a glance. The Fuhai Sect has a long history and a profound foundation. It has collected a vast collection of classics on sword techniques. He casually pulled out a bamboo slip and wrote the three words "Yan Hui Jue". The sword techniques are as thin as spider silk and as small as

You have to use your eyesight to see clearly.

Looking through them all, not knowing how much effort it would take, Luo Xie shook his head unconsciously, stuffed the bamboo slips back into place, climbed up the narrow wooden ladder, and arrived at the second floor of the "Sword Pavilion". He looked around briefly and saw that the layout was roughly the same.

It is similar to the previous floor. There are tables and chairs placed overlooking the cliff, and large and small niches are cut out in the stone wall opposite to collect sword art books. However, the scale is smaller and the stuffing is not so tight. It seems to be quite precious.

Luo Xie stepped forward, and under the pull of Qi, the layers of restrictions rippled, blocking the way, and he couldn't see the details for a moment. He stretched out his index finger and tapped lightly, and the lightning flashed, turning into a colorful tiger head the size of a fist.

Taking a hard bite, his fingertips were numb and numb, which was very interesting. Seeing that he didn't know how to move forward or retreat, the tiger head suddenly became fierce and chewed a lot. After exhausting his strength, he couldn't do anything to the opponent, and then he retreated sadly. Slightly.

After further testing, Luo Lai discovered that the sixth level of restrictions was different from the first five. It had a unique mechanism and nurtured spirituality. It was integrated with the restrictions on the third level of the "Sword Pavilion" and was mutually exclusive, which was really a bit tricky.

After waiting for a while, Ancestor Tianhu, Yin Guihe, Zhao Jiashen, Long Linsheng, Zhu Nili, Xu Sanlang and others took Fuhai Sect sword cultivator to the "Sword Pavilion".

When he went to Luojia Lake, all the remaining disciples were young disciples with shallow cultivation. They were packed with chests and backs, and he felt a little disappointed. He didn't bother to talk more, so he casually picked up a middle-aged sword cultivator and clasped it with his five fingers.

With a twist of his demonic power, he learned that he needed to rely on the jade talisman given by the master to ascend to the second floor of the "Sword Pavilion".

Luo Xie inspected several people one after another, and they all said that it was difficult to move forward without the jade talisman. He was doubtful in his heart, so he picked up the middle-aged sword cultivator and threw it towards the restriction with one arm. He saw the void rippling, and the electric light was like a whip, and he hit it hard.

He pulled it out. The middle-aged sword cultivator screamed, his whole body was sore and numb, and he fell heavily at Luo Lai's feet. He was so excited that he felt like dying, with tears and mucus flowing from his nose, his hands and feet twitching, and he suffered a lot. All the sword cultivators saw it in their eyes.

, I felt the same, feeling extremely humiliated in my heart, and my eyes almost burst out with fire.

Luo Li's eyes were like lightning, and he had already seen some signs. He picked up the middle-aged sword cultivator and threw it again. He repeated it several times, and the force became stronger and stronger. As expected, the lightning hit his head and caused blood flow, and he became incontinent.

He didn't take his life, but he was a little timid. Luo Shedun remembered something. After the disciples of Fuhai Sect became a master, they had to leave a drop of their painstaking efforts in the "Jiange". This drop of painstaking efforts is very important. It is both a restraint and a restraint.

It's protection.

Although the restriction has spirituality, it is still a dead thing that does not know how to adapt. He had an idea in his mind. He raised the middle-aged swordsman and pressed it against the restriction, and the power became stronger and stronger. Electric light swarmed out, wrapping the two people into a dazzling light cocoon.

, transformed into the shape of a dragon and tiger, biting and attacking, Luo Li was like a breeze blowing on his face, paying no attention to it, but the middle-aged swordsman could not hold on, rolling his eyes and shivering, seeing that his life was in danger. At the critical moment, the ban

Suddenly he released a gap, and Luo Lai swooped in, his eyes flashed, and he saw all the changes clearly. With a backhand shot, the demonic power was filled, and he easily peeled off the sixth level of restraint, criticizing the strong and suppressing the weak, in one fell swoop.

put out.

Luo Xie knew it in his heart, but he didn't say anything. The last two restrictions in the "Sword Pavilion" were both external and internal. If someone hadn't been there to help, it would never have been so smooth.

The restraint was broken, as if the scales on the eyes suddenly fell, and the eyes felt cool,

Everyone looked up subconsciously and saw a shining flying sword hanging from the roof. The lengths were different and the sizes were different. The big one was like a door panel and the small one was no more than a slap. It moved automatically in the absence of wind and was swaying, but it could not be released.

The collision was avoided without making a sound, which made people feel numb.

Yin Guihe thought: "There's something weird!" After turning his mind, a white shadow quietly appeared and fell to the ground silently. It looked like a young man, with thin lips and sharp jaws, clear eyebrows, and two sword-shaped eyebrows slanting into the temples.

With a somewhat mean look, he stared at the Demon King coldly without any fear. There was no trace of a human being in that young man. Luo Xie guessed it, frowned unconsciously, and waved his hand to order everyone to leave. Mr. Tianhu

Zu and others knew something was wrong, so they picked up the captive sword cultivators and left one after another.

The "Sword Pavilion" was empty, and there was no one else around. Demon Emperor Luo Lai said: "I am still blind, you are an ownerless sword spirit in this 'Sword Pavilion', tell me, what are your intentions after secretly intervening just now?"

The flying swords hanging on the roof no longer avoided each other, but collided with each other, making a clanging sound, rising and falling, rising and falling. The young man stared at Luo Xie intently, his lips squirmed slightly, and said: "Help me

Get away, I'll help you break the restriction."

Demon Emperor Luo Xie's eyes were stern as he glanced at the turbulent flying swords and landed in the middle of the roof. A black iron sword was inserted until it had no handle and did not move at all. He pointed at it and said: "That's you!"

Thousands of flying swords suddenly stopped, and the sword tips all pointed at Luo Xie. The young man looked at him for a long time, and seemed to have figured out something. He nodded slightly and said: "The seventh level of prohibition in Fuhaizong's Sword Pavilion is called 'Silentity'.

Once the seven Earthly Evils are released, the 'Sword Pavilion' will be wiped out and Buzhou Mountain will be razed to the ground. I can hold back the Earthly Evils for three breaths, and with your magical power, I can break the restrictions within three breaths with ease."

Luo Xie said calmly: "We can benefit from both sides, and I can help you escape. I am the Demon King Luo Xie, who came from the spiritual realm of the upper world. To be frank, who are you? Who was your previous master?"
Chapter completed!