kvmb Chapter 217: Fighting, the Biggest Dream Fruit
Chapter 217: Fighting, the Biggest Dream Fruit
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard in the center of Yanjia Village. The swordsman who was seeking death and the village chief of Yanjia Village started fighting after a disagreement.
The two men fought with such a mighty force that it was far beyond the reach of witchcraft, immortal martial arts, etc. There was a flash of green sword light, and rows of houses were cut in half. Then the village chief gave a light push with his hand, and the wind swept away the remaining clouds, the sky was dark, and the dust was flying.
This way.
Naturally, the people in Yanjia Village were even more afraid to get closer. A young man organized the villagers to leave the village, walk along the yellow mud mountain road, and go up a high slope five miles away from the village entrance.
Here you can have a good view of the battle.
They were so shocked that they were speechless.
Let’s look at that scene.
The two men used their moves frequently and their magic skills intertwined. The village chief's face was so gloomy that he could no longer hide it. "How dare you, a mere Yuanying, come and cause trouble for me!"
At this point, they have been fighting for more than a few rounds, and naturally have a rough idea of the opponent's strength.
The village chief's original name was Yan Chengfeng, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm. The two former geniuses of the Yan family were indeed unlucky. On the way to the previous Ten Thousand Immortals Summit, they were ambushed by the people of the Extreme Evil Sect. Most of their spiritual energy was used up, resulting in a sharp decrease in their lifespan. Fortunately, after embarking on the path of "eating children to seek longevity", the speed of the loss of lifespan was slowed down a lot.
Although he was one realm higher than Li Changxiao at this moment, the total amount of spiritual energy was almost the same. The resentment he had towards Li Changxiao in his heart was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.
During the battle, the two of them naturally had some exchanges. After the village chief learned that Yan Qingtian had been killed silently by this guy, he was shocked and scared. Yan Qingtian's cultivation was comparable to his, but the spiritual energy reserves in his body were less than his.
In fact, in a face-to-face situation, both Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng could hardly resist Li Changxiao's sword. Li Changxiao was a killer, and they had no spiritual consciousness to assist them, no magic weapon to protect them, and with Li Changxiao's Great Dream Sword Intention, Yan Chengfeng and Yan Qingtian, who were only in the Transformation Realm, could not escape death within three steps with their current reaction ability.
When Li Changxiao returned to Yanjia Village, he began to think about who to kill first. He would kill one first and then have a good fight with the other, so as to hone his skills.
Back to the point.
Fighting for life and death, and contesting of magic skills are no joke.
But the village chief was seen making hand gestures, showing no mercy. The Yan family's unique skills rose with the wind, and with a wave of his hand, he uprooted several old trees and smashed them down. The swordsman was equally strong, and he swung his sword to cut the trees. Then he made hand gestures and spit out a word from his mouth. A gust of wind came from the west, blowing away the flowers, revealing an indescribable mysterious power.
This wind blew on the village chief, blowing out the black energy in his body, causing him to lose consciousness. When he came to his senses, his face was horrified, "Xiao Fu Hua Shu?"
That breath of Fuhua Feng made his heart feel cold. The Xiao family in the Red Domain was a famous family in Fuyao Tianxia. The family heritage was naturally powerful, far beyond the Great Yan Dynasty. Li Changxiao could learn it by himself, but he had never used it. This was his first actual combat.
This Fuhua wind blows on the body and also on the heart. If used properly, it can blow away the filth in people's hearts and drive away diseases. If used improperly, it can separate people's flesh and blood, and destroy their body and soul. If used wonderfully, it can create all kinds of things with one technique.
It can send wind and rain. How many uses it has and how mysterious it is depends on personal development. One skill in the hands of a hundred people becomes a hundred skills. The skills of the human race focus on inheritance, not fixed moves.
Li Changxiao blew again, and Fuhua Feng turned into a giant of 29 zhang in height, with eyes wide open and majesty inviolable. If the spiritual energy was not exhausted, this giant could be even taller and bigger, and a hundred zhang in height could be easily reached.
The giant suddenly thrust a steel fork at the village chief. The village chief was horrified. This guy was really extraordinary. He didn't dare to be careless and dodged quickly. He stepped on the Gang Step again. His face turned pale. A giant condensed in front of him. He was thirty-three feet tall, holding a hammer in his left hand and a shield in his right hand. He was shining with golden light and was wrapped in a four-clawed dragon python.
Two giants, one tall and one short, fought each other.
Finally, the two giants were shattered together. Li Changxiao blew another breath of Fuhua Wind, which turned into thousands of flying swords and stabbed forward. The village chief shouted in trouble. If it were in the past, he would have used magic weapons to fight the enemy.
Practicing Buddhism is like rowing against the current, if you don't advance, you will regress. He has had a gap of hundreds of years, and his experience in fighting has long been regressed. In addition, his spiritual energy has been depleted, and he is indeed old, so his abilities are not as good as before.
As one gains, the other loses, which is extremely disadvantageous to him.
However, after all, he was once a genius, so how could he be defeated so easily?
He waved his sleeves, and it seemed as if he had the power to capture the countless flying swords. He threw them again, and thousands of flying swords flew back.
"Zhuzi, take your life!"
How could he swallow his anger after wasting so much spiritual energy without killing this man?
However, when he was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy, the swordsman made a claw with one hand and swung it violently, and a dragon body was swung out. The huge dragon coiled and smashed the thousands of flying swords into pieces.
He pounced on the village chief again and bit him.
The village chief thought to himself that this boy knew quite a lot of magic.
Although there are many kinds of magic in the cultivation world, apart from ordinary magic, powerful magic is extremely difficult to obtain. One needs to join the corresponding forces and make contributions in order to get one or two.
Let's say the two sides continue to fight.
In the contest of magic, the village chief actually had the upper hand. His understanding of magic was deeper and he knew more than Li Changxiao, but his mentality was unstable. He became more and more irritable as the battle went on. He was unable to defeat the boy, which made him feel more and more powerless.
He is about to become a "hollow shell" old man. If that really happens, he will really be just an ordinary old man.
"You reckless kid."
The village chief wanted to retreat and suddenly ran to one side, but Li Changxiao chased him relentlessly.
But the village chief was old and frail, and had little spiritual energy, so how could he outrun Li Changxiao? Li Changxiao's figure flashed and approached in an instant. The long sword in his hand mercilessly pierced the village chief's body and pierced through his chest.
The village chief's pupils shrank, his eyes were filled with unwillingness and confusion, and he gradually became silent.
"Ancestor..."
He used up his last breath and murmured in another direction.
Li Changxiao drew out his sword, unscrewed the lid of the wine gourd, poured the wine inside onto the sword, and washed away the blood stains on it.
Great revenge.
At this moment.
In the dream space within his body, on the dream tree in the center, a huge fruit grew.
red.
Li Changxiao's consciousness was gently touched.
I can feel one obsession after another.
This fruit is the largest one so far.
It started with hatred.
But it's not just hatred.
Just like he once killed a river python, took the dream fruit, saw the dream of the river python, and obtained the sword intent of the river python.
This fruit... was planted with hatred, but it contains the dreams of Yan Qingtian, Yan Chengfeng... and even the Yan clan.
He just plants the seeds, and the growth, watering, and cultivation of the dream fruit... are all done by the "planted one".
He did not sheath his sword and continued walking in the direction the village chief was running.
He walked through the alley.
Arrived at the west exit.
The old scholar in the village sat in front of the school with his eyes closed, resting.