Chapter 316 Cloud Lock

The night rain was cold and silent, and the mist beside was gathered into a ball, with a faint white light in it.

On the long street, the play owner had no intention of leaving.

Wudong was actually prepared for this. When he found that the man did not leave after he escaped from the "Cloud Lock Red Building" without being noticed by gods and ghosts, he knew that it was not what he was satisfied with.

There was no luck, and no hesitation. On the other side, An Zang had already flown back to Juxuan, and at the first moment, Wudong took the lead and went up with his sword, trying to catch the black robe who had just defeated Xiang Minghao with all his strength.

But obviously there was no.

The sword light swept across the night sky, and from the sky, a horizontal knife light pressed down mercilessly. Now that the knife was really aimed at them, Wudong felt the amazing suffocation.

Such a knife would kill him in just three moves.

But Wudong still did not dodge or avoid. The first half of his life spent in the danger of the blade made him have no reaction except a slight tightening of the heart. The knife light came towards him, and Wudong met it with a powerful sword.

The sword and the sword collided, and the exploding mysterious energy not only caused waves, but also produced a brilliant brilliance!

It was like a lightning bolt generated between the sword and the sword.

The Sword Mysterious Sutra, "Bright Lightning".

The lightning rushed along the sword, and the black robe could not ignore the thunder in the square inch. The mysterious energy rushed to meet it, but the thunder swallowed the mysterious explosion, and the brilliance almost exploded into a small sun.

In an instant, it burned the cuffs of the black robe.

This was the third time Wudong fought with the man, and he finally got a slight advantage.

But the old man suddenly let go of the sword.

Every time he made the most decisive and unexpected adjustments, the first round failed in the sword fight, the second round failed in the magic weapon, and now the third round, he actually gave up the sword directly.

It really caught the black robe off guard.

The swords and knives decided the winner in an instant, and Wudong had already abandoned the situation he had fought for with all his strength - under the sun, his body stretched out like a fish, and his long arms, as fast as flying arrows, suddenly went straight to the waist of the black robe.

Like [Zhe Fengting], this is indeed a sword technique with great damage, and Wudong is also confident that he can use this sword to directly injure the person in front of him.

But to pile up the death of a Yeque cultivator, it is not enough to have one or two wounds.

Wudong did not dream of such a beautiful dream at all. Since the opponent wanted to crush him, he would leave him enough painful price.

He stared at the opponent's waist with a cold look.

In the process of resisting the power of heaven, the black robe was almost torn, and the strong clothes underneath were exposed - few people could notice it, but Wudong would never miss it.

There, a pearl in the bag was shaking gently.

The black-robed man's body changed drastically like a poisonous dragon suddenly twisting its head. In just a few seconds, the waist bag that was about to be touched suddenly flashed back, and the next moment, a powerful fist came up to meet it.

After Wudong abandoned the sword, he almost risked his life to fight for a chance to destroy it. Now there was no room for maneuver. An Zang was halfway through the art of pinching his hand, and had to stop to save Wudong first, but a quick sword light appeared from behind the black-robed man first.

It stabbed directly at the man's waist.

Li Weiru's bloody clothes were still wet, and his face was cold. He stepped on branches and leaves, and came fluttering. This move [Stepping on Water to Pick Scales] was so fast that it was outrageous!

The black-robed man's fist was indeed stopped abruptly, and the night sky was stirred up.

But the next moment, the tragic consequences of the tiger behind him showed signs. Before Li Weiru's sword got close to the bag, the startled black-robed man suddenly turned around and stared at him coldly with a strange and colorful face.

The knife light that escaped from the [Jade Tiger] cut out a cold killing intent.

If Wudong Anzang was still a fox cat that could fight with a tiger, Li Weiru was a complete old rabbit. To save the life of this weak body, there was absolutely no need for a second knife.

Li Weiru was calm and self-controlled enough. As soon as this sword was effective, he immediately stepped into the air and retreated, but the knife light was really fast like the cold eyes cast by the black robe. This was an unbridgeable gap caused by strength.

Wudong did not retreat at all, and once again approached the pearl bag, but such a "besiege Wei to save Zhao" would not work twice. The old man was too slow and too weak, and the black robe could easily hold the gap to cut off his head.

Li Weiru's face was pale, and his eyes were still cold. He first blocked the sword horizontally during the retreat, but the moment the knife light touched, his posture was broken like soft tofu. The old man tried to borrow a little help from this collision, but at the touch, the mysterious energy he controlled stagnated instead, and his body froze in the air.

This moment was enough.

The old man had no trump cards like the Mystical Scriptures and magical instruments, so he was just a fish on the chopping board at this moment.

The knife flashed and approached him. Li Weiru's neck had already been broken by the knife's energy, and his muscles were wriggling hideously. But in this moment of shock, An Zang's mysterious art covered the situation of the battle at the last moment.

"The Record of the Jade of the Western Sea", he only mastered three mysterious arts, and now it was the last one.

[Controlling the White Dragon]

In the autumn sky, the wind and rain rolled, and An Zang had retreated a hundred feet without knowing when.

Just now, he tried his best to buy time for Xiang Minghao, and now Xiang Minghao's tragic defeat also gave him the opportunity to perform the art.

From a distance, the man seemed to have wind in his body, his white clothes fluttered like clouds, and his long hair turned white under the clear and moist mysterious energy. It seemed that there was really an invisible dragon behind him, and An Zang was on the back of the dragon.

The state of body-twisting is the threshold for practicing this mysterious art, because only after the body is integrated into the spiritual mystery can one enjoy the sublimation and enhancement of the body by the mysterious energy.

Suddenly, An Zang has come riding a dragon and holding a sword!

The black-robed sword stopped in an instant, and he turned his head coldly and looked straight ahead.

It was not that he had once again fallen for the old trick of besieging Wei to save Zhao, but that the second target had only now come to his sight.

It was not at this moment that the old rabbit under his command was unfortunately forced to the brink of death by him - at any moment, no matter how far or near, he had always been a fish on the chopping board with a casual knife.

Hei Pao had never put his heart and soul into it.

He did not even care too much about Wu Dong.

From the moment he put away the knife that killed Xiang Minghao, his attention had always been on An Zang.

This Tianshan Si Feng had always been well protected in the battle, and he himself was also cautiously paying attention to the killing intent, because apart from Xiang Minghao, he had always been the only one who could bring enough real injuries to Hei Pao.

Now a dragon flew over, and wherever it passed, the mysterious energy was all rolled into the dragon's body. An Zang's sword had really the power of "Visiting the Palace"!