Chapter 1323
Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 1323
2021-11-07
Chapter 1323 Sword Immortal Takes Action"The Primordial Spirit has been severely injured, and the rest is the main thing, and it must be replenished! "
The son of a medical scientist, left a few words and left.
The son of a Fengshui family has no scars on his body, but his injuries are far more serious than the two just now.
He is still in a coma at the moment, and injured in Primordial Spirit, he will be in a coma for life.
A similar example is the Daoist Southern Daoist Dan Rong, who woke up after being in a coma for 80 years. He was lucky, but if he was unlucky, he just slept until he died.
"Go, let's find the son of the Dan family, and ask him to pill concocting to rescue the son of the Fengshui family!"
The son of the Zongheng family, this opening is tantamount to admitting to withdraw from this competition.
The son of the Fengshui family hurts the Primordial Spirit, and even the son of the medical scientist is helpless. I am afraid that the legendary son of the Dan family will be able to pill concocting to save him.
"Zonghengzi, don't be impatient!"
A Baizi reminded in a low voice, "The son of the Dan family sees the head of the divine dragon but not its tail, saying It may be hidden among the people present, let's not leave in a hurry, wait and see!"
The son of the Zongheng family was reminded and thought it made sense, so he did not leave.
After this accident, his side forces took the initiative to withdraw from the competition and became a spectator.
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Other forces, knowing Mo Duyu's actions just now, used savage tactics to seriously injure the son of the Fengshui family into a coma, in order to show them.
Don't think that if I only hurt but not kill, I can just come up to provoke me.
For a while, many of the people who started to stir just now felt cold.
"Mo Duyu, the old man will come to meet you!"
Who is the person here? It seems to be Sword Immortal, the White Emperor of Shu.
The White Emperor Sword Immortal, after a long-awaited appearance, finally decided to fight.
On a second thought, it's almost there now.
Three hundred sons in succession broke the halberd ring, proving Mo Duyu's formidable strength.
Taoism has firmly occupied the platform of sacrifice and established an invincible image. At this time, it is meaningless to hide and wait for an opportunity.
At the moment, everything is back to the original state, and the winner or loser will be determined by the way of fighting.
However, the White Emperor Sword Immortal's appearance was beyond everyone's expectations.
Are you in the finals so soon?
You know, Shuzhong Sword Immortal, but the favorite of this competition, Seeded Contestant.
“sou!”
White Emperor Sword Immortal, walking in the air step by step, walked straight to the ring.
Mo Duyu showed a bit of vigilance and bowed to him, "Sword Immortal in the world?"
"Yes, Baidi of Shu!"
Baidi Sword Immortal's cuff white light flew out, like a strong flying snake, around the wrist for a few weeks, and finally landed in the palm,
"old man sword is fast, you set fire first!"
Mo Duyu nodded, slapped his hands, and the rune was like running water, covering his body in an instant.
Next moment, the fire light condenses into a whole set of armor, all over the body.
Modu jade holds the fire long spear in his hand, and thousands of sparks gather under him to form a fierce horse, whose mane and hooves are all beating flames.
In the blink of an eye, this Taoist daoist turned into a War God with a gun on horseback.
"Huobu Tianzhang, there is still such a change?"
Fang Dou's heart moved, Danrong's Doubu Divine Art is very promising!
On the stage, White Emperor Sword Immortal moved his palm slightly, Flying Sword circled around him, and a huge silver light disc immediately lit up on the platform of sacrifice.
The disc composed of sword light is his Flying Sword's sphere of influence, and the enemy's attack cannot kill it.
"White Emperor Sword Immortal, look at the gun!"
Mo Duyu drove the flaming horse under his crotch, driving the billowing smoke, and there was a sound of coughing one after another from the audience.
"It's so immoral!"
Fang Dou could even hear someone choked not far away from tears, shaking his head with a smile.
However, in the midst of the billowing smoke, Mo Duyu was one horse and one horse at a very fast speed, killing him in the blink of an eye.
Bai Di's Sword Immortal, stretched out his index finger, popped it slightly against his palm, and flicked it three times in a row.
whiz whiz whiz!
The immortal sword immediately differentiated into five or six phantoms, each of which was lifelike, surrounding Mo Duyu from different angles.
shua!
The first fairy sword, like a spring breeze, was inserted into the belly of the flaming horse.
Mo Duyu's originally fast speed stopped instantly, and then saw four sword shadows, which were moved towards his eyes, throat and heart.
Every move is a killer move!
So ruthless means, so fast, so exquisite swordsmanship.
Three Sword Immortals in Shuzhong, this shot is extraordinary.
Everyone in the audience was stunned and shook their heads.
The world's cognition of Sword Immortal in Shuzhong is stuck in the ineffectiveness of the encirclement and suppression of Fang Dou and the incompetent influence of sitting on the throne of Gouqu Mountain.
In fact, the three Sword Immortals are peerless geniuses born in countless generations in Shu, and they are also powerhouses that suppress the luck of Shu.
Any Sword Immortal can make Heaven and Earth turning upside down.
Where do these mediocre people come from, and dare to despise the dignified Sword Immortal.
The atmosphere of the crowd has become gloomy and blind!
However, someone immediately thought that Fang Dou, from a loose cultivator, under the oppression of Shuzhong and the three Sword Immortals, gradually grew into a terrifying existence that kept pace with him.
To Baidi's blessing of Sword Immortal, Fang Dou's evaluation in everyone's mind has also improved a lot.
"Appeal!"
On the platform of sacrifice, Mo Duyu was facing a crisis, but he was quick to respond.
The long spear of the fire spun, danced so hard that the water could not get in, and sent it forward according to the four mouths.
ding ding dong dong, the immortal sword and the musket collided, and sparks the size of the mouth of the bowl burst into bloom, and occasionally a flame of several meters was ejected.
At this time, the White Emperor Sword Immortal and Mo Duyu were both concentrated attention completely and did not dare to be sloppy.
Above the Heavens and Under the Earth are both shadows, colliding with the humming of swords and muskets.
The aftermath fell on the stage, whipping up a storm, and those who approached could not stand firm, and they stumbled back a few steps to stand firm.
"So powerful?"
These people were horrified, and when they looked elsewhere, they found that there were two remaining Sword Immortals in Shu, including Peak figures such as Buddhism and Taoism. Standing still, as if unaffected.
By contrast, you will know the pros and cons!
"A sword in the sky, what a pity in the world!"
Bai Di Sword Immortal melodiously said, "Mo Duyu, look, how is my sword?"
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There was only a sudden sound, the musket was collided with force, and it spun back and forth, falling into Mo Du's jade hand, driving him back.
As for Xianjian, it left the battle circle and went straight to Nine Heavens Skies.
Mo Duyu didn't even look at the immortal sword, just stared at the White Emperor Sword Immortal, drove the flaming horse under him, raised the musket, and aimed the sharp point at him.
"Call!"
The people and horses are one, turning into lightning, jumping with sparks all the way.
In less than an instant, the sharp point of the spear, wrapped in raging fire, touched the chest of the White Emperor Sword Immortal.
The white cloth quickly turned yellow and black, and it looked like it was about to burn.
Suddenly, there was a sword cry above the head, and the immortal sword broke through the sky and fell straight down.
Mo Duyu's hair stood up all over his body, and he didn't have to look back to know that the immortal sword would gather his sharp edges and aim at the vital point of the heavenly spirit above his head.
Before he could pierce the White Emperor Sword Immortal with his musket, the fairy sword had already fallen, taking his head.
The distance between a layer of paper above the tip of the spear in front of him turned out to be a chasm of life and death.
(end of this chapter)