The sun is shining brightly at noon.
The vast expanse of silver snow on the glacier, the cold air rising. The peaks are clustered, undulating like waves, entwined and meandering. Looking up, not seeing the head. Look at the end, not the end. Deep in the valleys, wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys. The paths and villages crisscross each other, in clusters and circles. From a distance, it looks like the pieces on the chessboard of heaven and earth, closely attached. Like a walled city, like a long pass. Crisscrossing, unregulated.
The magpies chirp in harmony, and their cries are just right. The birds fly together, chirping in flocks.
A glance, a thousand miles of peace. Homesickness, deep longing.
Elara followed Kellen in the air, with a multitude of emotions welling up in her heart. Unconsciously, he said, "Presumably, we water spirits are like this too. Kellen, when are we here?"
When Kellen heard the question, she turned back and smiled, not slowing down at all. "Probably almost!" Indeed, Kellen had a heart for Elara, otherwise she wouldn't have rushed so hard. It is said that the desire to return home is as swift as an arrow. If it weren't for such an urgent matter on the way, the two of them would have already returned to the Water Spirit tribe and met their beloved relatives.
But it's not anyone else's fault. If it weren't for Elara's curiosity in the Abyss of the Beast, if it weren't for his encounter with these brave wounded in the deep valley, he wouldn't have encountered these unnecessary troubles.
At this moment, there is no choice but to make the best of it.
"Chirp --" A loud, long cry that everyone is familiar with. It is the long cry of the Nine Heavens' black bird, the Great Owl of the Five Spirits, which is distant, startling and intimidating to hear.
"Chirp - chirp -"
The harmonious chirping of the Five Celestial owls echoed far and wide, reverberating in the empty valley, curling and swirling, never ceasing. Looking up, above the nine heavens, there are more than a dozen sky-wide wings, hovering high in the sky, as if closely following the group of wind spirits.
These dozen or so celestial Five Spirits Owls were not the same as the Five Spirits Owls that Elder Zhongmou was riding. The Five Owls of Elder Zhongmou are all holy white, Sangjin hero. It is also different from the mount of the Water Queen, Shuiyunfeng. The Five Spirit Owl of the Water Cloud Phoenix, with a body like a colorful phoenix, has a brilliant feather and an air of royal nobility that is proud of the world.
These dozen or so are clearly visible, with golden feathers, interspersed with colorful feathers. The wings covered the sky, in the midday sun, shone brightly, their feathers shining with color, and they looked very vigorous.
"Kellen, look, the Five Divine Owls!" Elara covered her hands, and the midday sun was particularly blinding. She had to put her hands over her eyelids and look out. Elara is all too familiar with the Five Celestial owls. Since I was three years old and could remember, this sacred creature has always been by my side, seemingly inseparable. At this moment, in a foreign land, seeing the figure of an old friend, I can't help but feel a bit of affection, my words are excited, but they are just words.
Kellen raised her eyes and covered them with her hands, after all, no matter how bright her eyes were, they couldn't match the midday sun. Counting carefully, there were as many as fifteen of them in the air! A sense of alertness welled up in my heart.
In the past, whenever the Five Divine owls of the sky were seen in groups in the Sky Abyss, there was always a battle. Of course, these Five Divine owls are royal and noble mounts, not for ordinary people to ride. Now that fifteen of them are flying together, there must be a prince riding on them! Since the princes and Dukes have arrived, they will naturally lead their own men, at least of the rank of realm martial artist or above.
Kellen looked up for a long time. A thousand miles away, there was peace. What were these dozen or so celestial Five owls for?
"Kellen? See?" Elara's pretty face, under the warm glow of the sun, was slightly tinged with a fiery blush. Her pretty face was as beautiful as a lotus blooming in the air. A hint of questioning and teasing adds a touch of "not to be trivialized" elegance.
"How strange!" Kellen looked at the huge wings above her head, which were actually swirling in form. In the past, falcons were seen flying and circling in circles in the sky. This time it was different. A flock of the Five Great Owls, in the shape of a "return", circled down in a square. This is a very rare sight.
Elara was also startled and did not understand the reason. He saw that the five Great Owls of the sky were circling down, and they were actually flying towards the group of wind spirits. Elara was stunned and said, "Is this a welcoming ceremony? What? It's for us?"
"Not good! This is a strong attack!"
It wasn't Kellen, it wasn't Elara, it was the seriously wounded Huo Hexuan in the crystal ball. Huo Hexuan had spent half his life on the battlefield, killing and fighting, not daring to say that he had a great understanding of the formation of the Five Divine owls of the sky, at least a little better than ordinary people. This formation is quite different, but it is clearly the usual formation used by the Golden Spirit to attack large monsters.
What is puzzling is that such a ferocious formation was originally only used in the Abyss of the Startled Beast to deal with large monsters. But at this very moment, why did they rush towards their own wounded?
Huo Hexuan broke out in a cold sweat, could it be that he had run into an enemy? It seems that the Five Spirit Owls carry martial artists of the rank of king or marquis. Martial arts and spiritual techniques are of great significance. At the moment, I am seriously wounded, and the two young men are still young and naive. If they really fight, they will surely be in danger.
It's too late, it's too fast. It covers the sky, blocks out the sun and swirls in the sky. Steel claws spread across the sky like a net, wings crawl and flail wildly. The two of them were startled and hurriedly protected the wounded in the crystal ball. They felt that above their heads there were a dense web of claws, and the sound of tearing in the air was howling. The two of them slid down at lightning speed, and in an instant, they landed on the slope of the iceberg.
The Nine Spirits, who remained silent behind them, flew over their heads at this moment. Patches of snake scales, facing the bright sun, sparkled with golden light. The huge, coiled body, meandering and undulating, is like a snake or a dragon.
With a hissing sound, the snake's signal suddenly released a series of rockets, which swiftly and nimbly attacked the huge claws charging towards it. The long, raised neck of the Nine Spirits suddenly swelled up, and the scales on the sides of the head were like sails and like peng. The strange snake scales of the red-spotted blue star are like a pair of "magic eyes" soaring into the sky under the scorching sun.
The "magic eyes" faced the sun, giving off a strange glow. At first glance, it was even more terrifying and cold than the Nine Spirits' golden vertical pupils. "Fast" two fire wind, with snakes withdraw, from the steel teeth of the great snake jaw teeth and shot out. Bursts of searing heat instantly set the surrounding suspended air ablaze. Like a burst of fireworks, like a burst of fire.
The power of the flames, burst, burst, cluster. Then, it rose up, from the bottom up, from the inside out. It burns more and more fiercely, more and more intensely. In an instant, the Nine Spirits were enveloped in a blaze of fire.
Even though the Celestial Five Spirits Owl is a divine beast, it is far inferior to the Nine Spirits. With iron claws and steel beaks, though invincible and unafraid, it is indeed wary of the Nine Spirits. After several dives, there was no progress at all.
After all, the Nine Spirits have become more and more cultivated, possessed by spiritual magic, and have considerable spiritual power. However, sacred beasts like the Celestial Five Spirit Owl cannot compare.
Huo He Xuan stared blankly at the masses of fire spat out by the Nine Spirits, his eyes filled with astonishment. The face twitched slightly and the corners of the mouth trembled slightly. With an uncontainable excitement in his expression, he said in a low, trembling voice, "Tiangang Zhenghuo!" Tian Gang Zheng Huo!"
Chapter Sixty-nine: Assassination!
The Nine spirits raised the huge, sinuous long tail and prostrated and trembled. The blazing flames, with the creaking of the tip of the Nine Spirits' huge tail, stirred up streaks of fire, whoozing towards the Five Spirits Owl in the sky.
In an instant, billowing clouds of fire burst forth, in clumps, in clusters, toward the wings that covered the sky. The Five Horned Owls' attack was extremely fierce. At this moment, it is not as powerful as the Nine Spirits' attack. Gradually, the Five Spirits Owl retreated towards the sky, and a dozen or so big men, clad in golden armor and holding golden swords, puffed down from the wings that covered the sky and struck the Nine Spirits.
"Damn it! How dare to attack the Nine Spirit King Python, defying the way of heaven!" Huo Hexuan cursed fiercely, and Feng Ling were also startled. Thought: A dozen or so golden-armored warriors, looking extremely powerful, must be the result of their growing cultivation. There have been no strange changes in the Nine Spirits over the years. Although they can drive away the Five Spirits Owl, they may not be able to stop these golden-armored warriors.
The sound of Lingling's mighty warrior bracelet, accompanied by the delicate and sharp sword wind, cuts, slashes, spikes, and dots around the Nine Spirits. Each move was a fatal sword move, and upon closer inspection, it was somewhat similar to the "Xuantian Thunderbolt True Technique" that Feng and Ling had practiced.
"Huh?" Elara, look!" The more Kellen looked, the more she felt that this set of sword moves had an orderly origin, and the sword moves were ever-changing and diverse. However, the preceding and following moves are so closely connected that it is very similar to the "Xuantian Thunderbolt True Technique". There are also differences. The sword moves are sharp, but there are many flaws in the middle. Among the set of sword moves, there are many feint moves, like embroidered pillows, which are of no use at all.
On closer inspection, after a hundred variations of the sword moves, it starts from the beginning or continues in the middle. The subsequent sharp sword moves are completely ineffective. It seems they haven't mastered this set of swordsmanship. Even if they have achieved great success in spiritual cultivation, it is only to make up for the flaws in their sword moves. Many sword moves that are ready to be unleashed do not perform as they please.
Looking closely, Elara's lips curved and she smiled gracefully, like plum blossoms reflecting snow, like snow lotus floating ice. "Hehe..." said indifferently You dare to use such a move. You really don't know your limits. I'll give you some advice!" With a snap of his fingers, Elara's six-finger form was formed, and a blue ice crystal sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Kellen, take care of the wounded! Don't be reckless, thief! Be careful!" Elara roared and shot up into the sky. Blue silk dress, flowing like a fairy, fluttering like a butterfly. Even if it travels in the air as fast as thunder, it is as light as a swallow, graceful and charming.
"Clang!"
A long, golden sword struck down on the head, and a gust of sharp sword wind howled down, which was truly suffocating. Elara, however, did not take it to heart at all. With a fleeting silhouette, the sword moved as it moved. With a backhand movement, the "Fairy Flying to the Moon" was already formed. The golden-armored warrior could not believe it, watching the golden rays of the long sword in his hand slip away silently along a light blue sword!
The golden-armored warrior had his eyebrows raised, looking astonished and bewildered. Pointing to the sky, the incantation was repeated, and in an instant, the long sword in his hand shone with golden intent. Like a golden rainbow piercing the sun, like a golden dragon under the moon. 'poop-poop se se a strange scream, are carried over to gold awn, tapping into the lower abdomen, waist, and defeated Elara footwall.
"Huh?"
Elara felt a sudden gust of cold wind beneath her. Looking back, she saw golden swordsmanship streaking down on her lower abdomen and waist. It was indeed the fierce sword move "Ground Sinking Thunder" from "Xuantian Pili Zhenjue", Elara secretly cheered and was alert. Such a fierce sword style, of course, could not be met head-on with a swing of the sword, the blue light in the hand was like a thunderbolt over the top, pressing down heavily, "choke!" With a loud crash, the two swords collided in one place, and the sound of gold shook the field.
Elara felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth, regretting his miscalculation. He had not expected that this golden-armored warrior before him would have such a strong aftereffect. He intended to press down with a virtual sword and move around, but was struck by his spiritual technique, which gave him a shock. The thick-browed man, with a powerful move, had a look on his face that was first surprise, then astonishment, and then astonishment. In just a few seconds, the expression on his face changed several times.
"Bold demon, without permission, how dare you run wild in the realm of the Golden Spirit clan, I won't deal with you!" A roar like a copper bell, with a whoosh of sword wind already coming from behind the heart. Elara did not look back, already sensing the rain of the sword, there was no escape. As soon as he landed, Elara moved the spirit spell in his hand, and the dark blue sword light shone brightly. With a flick of his hand, he saw the blue sword light and the golden sword light at the back of Elara's heart, shining together in a golden-blue halo.
"Clang!"
The golden-armored warrior behind Elara, with thick black beard, was suddenly struck by a strong wind. With a full beard, bared teeth and claws, he was actually pressed against his face by the wind. The bearded beard, which had been hanging down with the wind, now appeared on the man's face, his hair concealed like a brush, brushing back and forth with great ease.
When the man came to his senses, he suddenly felt the force of the sword, tightly entangled by the blue sword light that was coming close to him. Just watch Elara swing his hand to the left, the blue blade touching the golden blade to the left. Elara swung his hand to the right, and the blue blade against the golden blade also swung to the right. A look of surprise appeared on the big man's face. He never expected that the little, weak girl would have no less strength in her hand than he did.
"Whoosh!"
The thick-browed man below, with the wind howling, completely forgot his identity. He swung his sword at Elara, and on Elara's pretty face, there was not the slightest frown, but rather a smile on her lips. "Come on!" he said indifferently.
Elara gave up with a shout. The sharp sword in her hand, with a whistling sword wind, had a blue beam of light approaching the golden one. In mid-air, she spun and directly pressed the golden sword she was controlling, which had a bulging beard, against the golden blade of the thick-browed martial artist.
The two golden swords, already endowed with spiritual magic and power, met unexpectedly at this moment, "Ding!" The sound shook the land, and the golden light burst. The two men in golden armor felt their tiger mouths burst open at the same time, and powerful forces attacked their internal organs without warning. As if all of a sudden, they were struck against their chests by the tempestuous waves. There was a throbbing pain in the chest, and the internal organs tossed and turned, shaking and disturbing.
"Puff!" "Puff!"
Two golden-armored warriors spat out a mouthful of blood mist at the same time. The wobbly figure, already unsteady in the air, suddenly slid down.
Elara said, "What permission!" It was clearly a premeditated murder!"
Two against one, it was a great advantage, but it was shameful that two great men, with their spiritual powers and divine swordsmanship, would be defeated by a young girl.
"Bang bang!" Bang bang bang!"
A series of strange bangs drew attention.
It turned out that in the midst of the swirling clouds of fire, the nine spirits were extremely angry and waved their tails. Three or five golden-armored men, not bothered, hesitated for a moment, and were already struck by the blazing snake tail. This strike was no worse than the tail swing of a divine dragon, just watching the big men fly backward into the sky, without any direction. Despite being protected by unfathomable spiritual magic, he lost his balance and crashed far into the ice ridge.
"Huh!"
The golden-armored warriors' faces were sometimes astonished and sometimes horrified. Sometimes stunned, sometimes sighing. The face turned red, then white, then bluish, then blackish.
"Whirlwind Locking the Golden Sword!" Another thud of the bronze bell.
One of the most proud sword formations of the Golden Spirit, the Whirlwind Lock Golden Sword, will also be used at this moment. The two of them did not understand the meaning, but could hear it. This swordsmanship is bound to be fierce and unmatched.