Chapter 141: Kirigakure Flying Sword

Good guy, this voice is heart-breaking, just like killing a pig. Although she is a woman, she screams with unparalleled momentum and a broken gong sound.

Yong Bowen was shocked when he heard the sound.

Monsters are rampant in the fog, and someone suddenly calls out for help. Needless to say, it must be a monster causing trouble and harming people!

After this sound, there was no movement, and it was not known whether the person who called for help was alive or dead.

Yong Bowen concentrated on the direction, stood on his feet, silently recited the Golden Light Armor-Breaking Mantra, kneaded the spell with his right hand and pointed the sword, quickly drew several strokes on the center of his left palm, let out a deep "duh" sound, and struck out with his hand.

Golden light.

This light is like a spotlight searchlight, and like an unsheathed sword, tearing away the heavy white fog, revealing a bright channel four to five meters wide and twenty meters long. The beach and seawater are covered by the fog.

All exposed to the golden light.

In the light, two people lay motionless on the beach, and many short, cat-like black shadows jumped down from the two people in fear and ran around.

Yong Bowen shouted angrily, threw up his hand and held out a stack of demon subduing talismans.

Yellow paper talismans like snowflakes fell down, covering all the black shadows that could not escape into the mist. As soon as the talisman fell, they would turn into their original shape and become unable to move.

At this moment, a thick fog suddenly surged out from the diagonal, swallowing up all the demon-subduing talismans that had not fully dispersed. The fog immediately displayed two long pillars on the left and right, as if stretching out two arms.

, pulling it left and right, quickly pulling the white mist dispersed by the Golden Light Armor Breaking Technique back together again.

Yong Bowen allowed him to re-deploy the fog formation. He used his left hand to summon the wind talisman and his right hand the true fire talisman. He put his palms together in front of him and pulled them together. The two talismans stuck together shot into the fog like sharp arrows.

A red light flashed in the fog, and a strong wind blew. The fire broke through the fog with the force of the wind, like a giant red dragon with its fangs and claws, burning the fog clean. A blurry figure appeared from the fog, looking embarrassed.

The ground slapped the flames on his body and jumped into the mist aside, disappearing immediately.

Yong Bowen used the soaring technique on land and rushed into the fog with one step. Before he could take the second step, he felt a cold light flashing in front of his eyes and secretly screamed that something was not good. He had no time to retreat, so he had to throw his upper body back violently.

A rainbow-like light passed quickly from above the door, and before he could stand up,

Seeing the rainbow turning sharply in the air and stabbing towards the door again, with murderous intent. Yong Bowen pulled out the Jinjintang long sword from the sword box behind his back and used the Vajra Yaksha Evil-Eating Sword to hit the flying target.

When I came to Changhong, I heard a loud bang, like a bell ringing and sparks flying.

The Changhong paused slightly, and Yong Bowen saw it clearly. It turned out to be a translucent long sword with colorful flowing light!

A muffled low cry came from the fog, seeming to be extremely surprised.

Changhong immediately flew up, stabbing left and right around Yong Bowen, extremely flexible, like a living thing.

This was the first time that Yong Bowen had competed with this flying sword technique. In the past, he had only heard how powerful flying swords were in killing people, how they could kill people thousands of miles away, and how fast they were as fast as meteors and lightning. At the moment, he did not dare to take it lightly.

The Eight Demonic Swords are used to defeat the enemy. He is now the master of the Eight Demonic Swords.

He was extremely familiar with it, and used the eight swords in a cycle, with stacked power, and saw clusters of sword shadows emerging around him. If he looked at it suddenly, it would seem that his whole body had turned into a hedgehog with a long sword, and the sword wind was blowing like a roar.

The dense fog in all directions was blown back steadily, clearing a large area.

If you look at it from the air, you can see that there is a fog-free land exposed in the overwhelming white fog. The sword shadows on the ground are like mountains, and a long rainbow dances around the sword mountain, leaving crisscrossing lines like weeds in this fog-free space.

Traces of colored light. Occasionally, a Changhong would hit Jianshan and make a thunderous sound, stirring up the canopy like a rain of sparks. After fighting for a moment, Yong Bowen suddenly drew back his sword and shouted "Ding", and the Changhong immediately seemed to be trapped.

He was frozen in the air like a flying insect, unable to move no matter how hard he struggled, but Yong Bowen used the Eight Demon-Breaking Swords to face the enemy, while secretly scattering talismans, laying a circle in the open space he walked through, forming a talisman array, and chanting a spell to activate

, trapping the flying sword in it.

Yong Bowen took a step forward, raised his sword and slashed. He screamed in the fog, "No!" Before his voice fell, Yong Bowen had already slashed with his sword. The translucent long sword with colorful flowing light hit it, and he heard a crisp clang.

There was a sound. The long sword was not broken, but was chopped to the ground. Yong Bowen threw three talismans and attached them to the sword. The flying sword that had been struggling like a living thing finally stopped moving, and the brilliance disappeared from its body, and its spirituality disappeared.

All gone. Yong Bowen turned around and faced the exclamation. Everywhere he heard the exclamation, there was a sword. Wherever the force passed, it was like wind and residual clouds, sweeping away the white mist, but no trace of the enemy was found.

Almost at the same time, the white fog quickly dissipated. In just a few breaths, the thick fog on the beach cleared away, revealing a sky full of stars. There was a crescent moon on the horizon. The beach was clean everywhere. There were no fairies anywhere. The only

The only evidence that this place was once lively and prosperous is the densely packed small footprints left on the beach. However, this evidence will not last long. As long as the sea water rises, it will disappear when a wave hits.

Yong Bowen stepped forward to pick up the flying sword and held it in his hand for a closer look. The sword was about two feet eight long and only half an inch wide. It was slender and thin, and had a faint murderous aura. It was unknown what material the sword was made of.

It looks like plastic and is translucent, but when you tap it lightly, it makes a metallic sound. When you touch it gently, you feel it is smooth and hard. A long string of runes appears faintly in the sword body.

Straight to the tip of the front, it disappears and appears, like a fish swimming in the water.

Because he hated the person who secretly attacked and used goblins to harm people, he originally wanted to cut off the sword to teach the other party a lesson, but when he dropped the sword, he suddenly thought of Aliyun. Aliyun was the one who used the flying sword at the airport that day.

To save the defeat and save his life, Master Yongda, now he has come to Hainan to look for Aliyun. This person who suddenly appears and uses the flying sword has nothing to do with Aliyun. This flying sword is not easy to refine, and it has nothing to do with Aliyun.

The servants are closely related. If the servant is half alive, if he is cut off, the servant will be seriously injured. If he really has anything to do with Aliyun, that would be bad.

So Yong Bowen temporarily changed his mind and withdrew nine points of his power, only to cut off the connection between the flying sword and the user. Yong Bowen didn't know much about the flying sword technique, he only knew who was currently using the flying sword.

It is getting rarer and rarer. This skill seems to be in danger of being lost. At least he has never seen anyone in the Mage Association who can use this flying sword technique. After looking at it for a while, there is nothing special about the sword, so Yong Bowen stopped reading.

, thinking about it, the loss of this flying sword is not a trivial matter. The owner of this flying sword will definitely come to him to ask for it, and it will not be too late to make plans at that time.

After making up his mind, Yong Bowen put the flying sword into the sword box. There were a few empty slots that Yu Chunbing had specially left for him to put things in. They had never been put to use, but now they were just used to hold the extra sword.
Chapter completed!