The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

The top of Cangnan Mountain.

Two figures are flashing in the air, one of them is wearing a blue robe, and he is using water channel magic, and he is attacking wildly. It has spirituality and can make the opponent's spells invisible.

The two sides are doing their best, you come and go, all kinds of magical powers and spells emerge in an endless stream, and the situation on the top of Cangnan Mountain changes, and the sky is dark!

I don't know how long it took to fight like this, and suddenly I heard a muffled hum in the air, but it was the man in Tsing Yi who lost to the opponent and was beaten to the ground.

This person is also very powerful. Even if he was hit by the opponent, he didn't seem to suffer any injuries. When he turned his body in mid-air, most of the opponent's strength had been removed, and finally he fluttered back to the Peerless City camp.

"Sorry, Lin Mou is not good at Taoism, and he has embarrassed Wushuangcheng."

The man who returned was ashamed. It was Lin Yueque, the acting palace lord of Bihai Palace.

In the crowd, Wu Ci glanced at him and said lightly: "It's okay, it's good that Fellow Daoist Lin is not injured. Now we have two wins in four rounds, and the two sides are tied, we still have a chance."

At the same time, on the other side of the top of Cangnan Mountain, the Nine Great Sects were excited.

"Hahaha, this battle is really heartwarming! Long Feiyu's name of the 'Hundred Feather Flying Dragon' is indeed well-deserved!" Jin Guangxian laughed, looking extremely happy.

Not long ago, he and Chu Haotian lost to the opponent in the battle, and he was angry in his heart. When he turned his head and saw Long Feiyu defeating Lin Yueque so cleanly, he felt that the opponent was taking a bad breath for him.

Therefore, Long Feiyu had just retreated, and he was the first to congratulate him.

"Fellow Daoist Jinguang has won the award, and the next one is just a fluke and a half. Now that four rounds have passed, we have two wins and two losses. The final result will be on the body of the next fellow Taoist." Long Fei Yu's face remained unchanged, and said lightly.

"Well, what Sect Master Long said is good."

Shangguan Qianye nodded, glanced at everyone, and said slowly: "Now the suzerains of White Feather Sect, Su Xinzhai, Chixiao Academy, and Dragon Tooth Sect have all played and fought, and this is the last and most critical round. Which fellow Daoist will play?"

As soon as the voice fell, a voice shouted:

"The old man is willing to go!"

Shangguan Qianye looked sideways, and saw that the speaker was nine feet tall, with a wrinkled face, two ringed eyes staring like copper bells, and he was the master of the Guiyi Sect, "Huhou Lay"!

"It is said that this person had a fortuitous encounter, he was able to cultivate the ancient body refining technique, and he was dressed in copper skin and iron bones. He couldn't use ordinary spells. It seems that this person can play any battle..."

Shangguan Qianye thought for a while, and was about to speak, but someone next to him said first:

"Fellow Daoist Huhou, let's leave this final battle to Pindao."

I saw that the speaker was a half-hundred-year-old man, wearing a broad robe and holding a whisk, standing there casually at this time, looking a little lazy.

"Lu Dazhu, you want to **** this spot with me?" Huhou lay glared at him and shouted angrily.

Facing his questioning, Lu Dazhu just smiled lightly and said, "I know that the direct disciple of Lay Huhou died at the hands of Wushuangcheng, so he is naturally a little angry. It's just that Gong Yehong must be the one who will play in the last battle of Wushuangcheng. This person followed Wu Ci to practice Taoism. "Nine Zhuan Xiaoyao Gong" may have reached the fifth level. Pindao once discussed Taoism with him in Dongling Lake, and he knew a little about his footsteps, so when he played, he would compare with him. Suitable."

After listening to the Huhou layman, there was a hint of hesitation on his face, while Shangguan Qianye on the side laughed and said:

"Since the head of Wuwei Dao Sect is willing to take action, it is the best. This battle will be played by fellow Daoist Lu. I hope fellow Daoist will live up to the public's expectations and get the bones of the six fingers for me!"

"Good talk!"

Lu Dazhu laughed, no nonsense, pinched a magic trick, and flew directly into the air.

Among the Wushuangcheng camp, there was also a person who flew out. He was an old man with a white beard. He was wearing a star-moon robe and a purple-gold hibiscus crown.

The two faced each other across the air, and Lu Dazhu laughed and said: "Daoist Gongye, we meet again. The last time we talked about Taoism in Dongling Lake, and fellow Taoist talked about the mystery, Lu still still remembers it fresh, and today happened to be a Opportunity to verify what you and I have learned."

"But it's disrespectful!"

Gong Yehong's face was expressionless, and with a flick of the dust in his hand, countless brilliance circulated, like the sun, moon and stars, divided into gold and silver, shrouding the vast sky inside.

Twenty-four starlights flickered in mid-air, and the surrounding space swirled like a vortex. The people watching the fight below had a strange feeling in their hearts.

Lu Dazhu was in the sun, moon and starlight, and was covered by the chaotic vortex. The whole person was like a duckweed. As the vortex swirled up and down, it was erratic, as if it might be submerged at any time.

"The ability to transform the sun, moon and starlight into divine power and reshape the mustard seed space is indeed worthy of the "Nine Revolutions Free and Easy Gong". That Gong Yehong is only a small success in the fifth revolution, yet he has such magical powers!" Shangguan Qianye looked in the air. The fighting method, he muttered to himself, and there was a deep fear in his eyes.

It's just that Gong Yehong's "Nine Revolutions Free and Easy Exercise" is powerful, but Lu Dazhu has never been swallowed up by the surrounding chaotic vortex. Put this person to death.

"good job!"

Within the boundless vortex, Lu Dazhu laughed loudly, stalked and swam, shuttling through the gaps in this chaotic vortex, like a slippery swimming fish, and there was no magic spell that could catch him. .

"It seems that the spells of Wuwei Dao Sect are still a bit of a doorway. Unfortunately, you fell into my hands today, but you can't find any waves."

Gong Yehong's face was indifferent, and the tactic in his hand changed. In the mustard seed space, there was a raging wind and thunder fire. Sometimes the wind was like a knife, and sometimes the thunder and fire were violent. To redefine the turbid universe.

The power of such a chaotic space is only limited to Gong Yehong's mustard seed space. Although the monks outside can see it with their own eyes, they cannot sense the violent aura inside.

But there is one thing they know, except for Shangguan Qianye, the rest of the people present, no matter who is in this mustard seed space, will definitely die!

Shangguan Qianye was also very surprised, and he secretly said in his heart: "No wonder Wu Ci is known as the first person under the sage of Wushuangyu, it seems that he has a false name, even the disciples he has been taught are so powerful, I am far behind him! "

Everyone had their own thoughts. Looking at the mustard seed space, Lu Dazhu lost his calmness at the beginning, his face was extremely solemn, his hands quickly clenched his fists, and colorful rays of light appeared all over his body, turning into a seven-faced flag, firmly protecting himself. inside.

This seven-faced flag is called the "Mutian Flag". It is said to be a magic weapon refined from a colorful divine stone. It can hold the wind, fire, water and thunder, and is not afraid of swords, spears, swords, and halberds. Wanli is the magic weapon of Lu Dazhu pressing the bottom of the box.

Now that he has sacrificed this magic weapon, he has really reached the point where he can't stand it anymore. The surrounding wind and thunder and fire are whistling constantly, and the space whirlpool is roaring. If it drags on for a while, I am afraid that he will die.

As soon as the "Sky Patching Flag" came out, the colorful rays of light immediately opened up a space for him, keeping the nearby Astral Wind, Thunder and Fire and the space vortex firmly outside.

It's just that although "Mending the Sky Flag" won him a chance to breathe, it couldn't completely open Gong Yehong's mustard seed space. The pressure from all around was still pouring towards him, and Lu Dazhu couldn't escape, so he could only grit his teeth and force it. , The spiritual light all over his body was distorted and deformed, the blue smoke above his head, and his face flushed.

One of the two masters of Taoism suppressed them with supernatural powers, and the other resisted them with magic weapons.

Although Gong Yehong had the upper hand, due to the extraordinary "Sky Patching Flag", he was unable to capture Lu Dazhu for a while, and could only bombard the opponent with the astral wind and thunder and fire in the mustard seed space, trying to slowly eat away at the opponent.

The eight chiefs at the top of Cangnan Mountain are all ancestors of Huajie. Seeing the battle situation, they all know that Lu Dazhu's defeat is only a matter of time. Sooner or later you will be defeated.

"Not good..."

Shangguan Qianye sighed secretly, his face was anxious, his mind changed rapidly, and he was thinking about the countermeasures, but suddenly heard a song coming from the distant horizon.

The song said: "Send spring across the river, toast to the east wind, smell the fragrance and know the elegant guest, and lie drunk in the blue sky!"

Hearing the singing, everyone on the top of the mountain was a little surprised, and looked at the sky almost at the same time. I saw that there was a caravan coming from the vast sky.

There are more than ten carriages in the team, all of them are splendid and surrounded by auspicious clouds. In front of the carriages, all kinds of rare animals and animals are used as drivers to pull the carriages, walking on the ground on the blue sky.

In the middle of the caravan, there were more than ten monks riding on spirit beasts, with a big flag on their shoulders, and a few big characters were written on the flag, which was exactly: "Smell Fragrance Chamber of Commerce"!

"Smell Fragrance Chamber of Commerce? What are they doing here?"

The people at the top of Cangnan Mountain, whether they were the seven ancestors of Hua Jie from Peerless City or the head of the Nine Gates sect, were a little puzzled at this moment, and they couldn't figure out the intention of the person who came.

Although the caravan was far away, the spirit beast pulling the cart was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they had already reached the top of Cangnan Mountain.

The carriage that was leading was extremely large, with golden bricks as the wall and white jade as the top. There were three people in the carriage, all of whom were in the Tribulation Realm.

The three are from left to right: an elderly scholar, a middle-aged businessman and a monk in white.

The scholar was over fifty years old, wearing an old brown robe, a scribe scarf, and an inch-long beard under his forehead.

The businessman sitting in the middle has a fat head and big ears. He wears gold and silver all over his body. From approaching the top of the mountain, he always looks like a good old man with a smile on his face.

As for the monk, he was barefooted and dressed in white, sitting on a 19th grade lotus platform, his eyes were as bright as the stars in the nine heavens, and there was a string of rosary beads hanging on his neck. Each rosary bead was the size of a baby's fist. The threads are strung together and look different from ordinary beads.

"Elder Gan?"

Shangguan Qianye didn't know the two left and right, but he knew the businessman in the middle, who was one of the three elders of the Wenxiang Chamber of Commerce, named Gan Long.

"Today is a covenant between our nine major factions and Wushuangcheng. What kind of wind is blowing you to Wenxiang Chamber of Commerce?" Shangguan Qianye asked.

After hearing this, Gan Long laughed and said, "Shangguan Daoist friend, Gan has no other intentions here. He just wants to be a lobbyist and persuade everyone to stop making peace and stop fighting."

Although he said these words with a smile, he used supernatural powers, and the voice came out from a distance. On the top of Cangnan Mountain, people from the Nine Great Sects and Peerless City could hear them clearly.

Before Shangguan Qianye could speak, Gong Yehong in mid-air frowned and said with a sneer, "You guys smell the incense chamber of commerce, what a big face! This battle has come to the last, it's only a matter of time before the old man wins, why do you want to? listen to you?"

Having said that, he did not continue to urge Gangfeng Leihuo, but only temporarily trapped Lu Dazhu with the mustard seed space, and he wanted to hear what Ganlong said next.

Unexpectedly, before Gan Long answered, the monk in white next to him said with a smile:

"Hehe, the grievances and grievances between Wushuangcheng and the nine major factions are actually based on the 'six-finger bones', but as far as the little monk knows, the phalanges in your hands together are only Four, if you can't make up six, why is there such a shocking commotion?"

As soon as this statement came out, many monks present showed doubts. On the Wushuangcheng side, Wu Ci glanced at him and asked, "Excuse Wu Mou's clumsy eyes, who is this fellow Taoist?"

"He is one of the nineteen star officials of Tiangong City, the descendant of the angry monk, and the dharma name is Lian Xin Da Shi." Gan Long introduced.

"It turned out to be the descendant of the angry monk, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Wu Ci's face turned solemn, and he cupped his hands at him and said, "Master Lianxin came from a long way to mediate the grievances between our Peerless City and the Nine Great Sects?"

"exactly!"

Master Lian Xin folded his hands together and proclaimed a low Buddha name, saying: "Wu Shuang City dominates the domain, and has been at peace with the nine major factions for many years, but now because of the 'Six Finger Remains' matter, it will inevitably shake the domain in the long run. The foundation. The little monk couldn't bear to see the chaos in Wushuangyu, so he came here to be a lobbyist."

He looked pitiful and pitiful, and many people present thought he was really a wise monk.

Wu Ci pondered for a while, and asked, "Then according to the Taoist friend, how should we deal with today's affairs?"

"Simple."

Master Lian Xin smiled slightly and replied, "According to the little monk, it is better for everyone to turn their battles into jade and silk, put the 'six-finger bones' together, and first find the 'heavenly receiver' from the void before talking about it."

"Oh?" Wu Ci raised his brows and asked, "Does it mean that you know the whereabouts of the other two phalanxes after listening to what fellow Daoist said?"

"good!"

Master Lianxin smiled and said: "The other two phalanges, one is in the hands of the Xiangxiang Chamber of Commerce, and the other is in the hands of the little monk. As long as everyone abandons the previous hatred and gathers the six phalanges together, today's 'Heavenly Box' can see the sun again. !"