Chapter 138: Sword Slaying God

Liu Tai refused to give him much chance to think.

Only saw his body shake, without much movement, a silver dragon in his hand suddenly rushed out, piercing through the fog under the moonlight.

Lin Jue hurriedly dodged his upper body to the side.

Only felt his Daoist robe being bitten and torn by this silver dragon with a hiss, and he didn't pay attention, exerted force on his hand, cold light immediately swung over, the long sword and the gun body collided, making a crisp sound.

Then stepped forward, both to get close to this Liu Tai, and also made the sword light stick to the gun body and go up, shaving towards Liu Tai's hand holding the gun.

Seeing Liu Tai let go of the sword light, just for a moment, he re-grasped the gun body. Lin Jue's sword momentum and movements didn't stop, his right hand long sword took the opportunity to shave towards Liu Tai's neck, and his left hand sword sheath went down, heavily poking towards his shoe surface.

Liu Tai naturally had to dodge.

Originally with his skills, he could easily dodge this sword, but his foot was poked heavily by the sword sheath unexpectedly, and he felt movement from behind him. Thinking it was that fox rushing up, he wanted to withdraw and swing the gun to hit, so he didn't dodge completely.

The long sword broke through the air, and the long gun also broke through the air.

Liu Tai's long spear had struck empty air. He glanced back to the side, only to see that the fox had not charged up at all; it seemed to have merely feigned running forward a few steps to scare him.

A few strands of hair fell under the moonlight.

Liu Tai touched his neck, looked at the fox that was still a foot away behind him at this time, tilting its head and staring at him, as if thinking, and then put down his hand to look, his hand was covered in blood.

A thin wound had already appeared on his neck.

"Humph..."

Liu Tai sneered.

"Was a bit careless. Didn't expect you, this Daoist, although your sword technique is not very good, you have quite a few little tricks in a hurry. On the battlefield, people like you can also survive."

Lin Jue also touched his chest.

The Daoist robe was torn, and his chest and arms were also bleeding.

"Pity..."

He had just learned the "Qi-Sealing Method" from the Fifth Shixiong, just learned to the point of stopping bleeding, but couldn't use it here.

Thinking so, his movements didn't stop.

Liu Tai saw the Daoist rushing towards him with a sword, and also heard the fine and extremely light footsteps behind him.

Is it your turn to grab the first opportunity this time?

His thoughts were active.

The long gun was naturally easier to fight than the long sword, even if it wasn't spacious here, he only needed to retreat to resolve it—alas, today there was also a fox behind him that looked weak but felt extraordinary, and was even more clever.

Liu Tai was after all an expert who had been through many battles, moved the holding place of the gun forward, turned his back against the wall, taking advantage of the fox leaving the ground and leaping towards him, first swung the gun tail, wanting to whip this fox to death first.

If it went well, it would be the gun head stabbing forward, directly piercing the Daoist's chest.

However, he saw the fox like a Yaoguai, clearly already jumped up, four feet off the ground and body suspended, with no place to borrow force, but the gun tail swung towards it, it could still change direction with the wind, dodging this gun whip.

Then its four feet just landed on the ground, and it jumped up again, jumping towards the wall.

"Eh?"

Liu Tai flashed a trace of bad feeling.

Withdrew his gaze like lightning, looked at the other side, and saw the Daoist leaping forward, nothing fancy, just slashing down with force, this move White Cloud Covering Top, just happened to return him the force to split Mount Hua just now.

Liu Tai hurriedly raised his gun to block.

"Dang!"

At the same time hurriedly turned his head to the side.

But it was the fox stepping on the wall, actually as if walking on flat ground, biting towards his neck.

In an instant, both sides fought several times.

Liu Tai suffered some small losses, occupied more advantages, and quickly moved from the small path in the village to the wooden bridge, thinking not to be sandwiched by this person and fox.

This fox is really cunning.

Just thinking, the wooden board already had movement.

This time it was the Daoist who came with a sword first.

That Daoist's Daoist robe was already torn in several places, and his chest and arms were covered in blood, but he seemed not to feel pain, his eyes staring at him tightly, holding a sword, actually quite having the momentum of a soldier.

If it were chaotic times, would this person also have some achievements?

Liu Tai thought so, raised his gun to meet him.

In an instant, the long gun stabbed seven or eight times, the gun head seemed to split into shadows, the Daoist's sword technique was average, but his strength was great, and he also waved his sword to collide with the gun head, constantly making sounds, swinging into the deep fog where no one was.

There was fine movement on the wooden board under his feet.

It must be that fox rushing up again!

Liu Tai hurriedly withdrew the silver gun, turned around and it was a cloud sweeping gun, the gun body was heavy, breaking through the fog, even swinging a month of cold light, having the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

The Daoist who was about to approach in front was forced back.

But when the long gun swept past behind him, he saw that the bridge was empty, and there was no figure of the fox at all.

"Eh?"

Where is that fox?

Liu Tai widened his eyes.

A glance of his peripheral vision saw a little white shadow—

Actually saw that fox indeed walking on the wooden bridge, but it was not walking on the bridge, but running upside down from under the wooden bridge, at this time just poking its head out from the edge of the wooden bridge, spitting a mouthful of air at him.

"Hoo..."

It was already warm spring, not cold winter, why did the spit air become white?

Liu Tai felt something was wrong.

Immediately rotated and dodged on the bridge, but this mouthful of white air chased relentlessly. The speed of dodging naturally couldn't compare to turning his head, and the white air caught up in the blink of an eye. Liu Tai leaned on the long gun and jumped up in the air nearly a person high, but still couldn't leave the range of the white air, still being touched by some.

Only then did he know that this was cold air.

Liu Tai's movements didn't stop.

At this time, there were only two thoughts in his heart—

Why can this fox use magic here?

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Why is this fox more cunning than this Daoist?

Boom! Boom! Boom! Several sounds in a row!

The gun head stabbed down continuously, the wooden bridge was easily stabbed through, and seven or eight holes were stabbed out in a row.

The fox ran like wind upside down under the bridge, dodging easily.

Withdrew the long gun, and collided with the long sword again.

In a short moment, both sides fought dozens of times again.

One side had high martial arts and rich experience, one side had one person and one fox cooperating tacitly, both sides actually couldn't win or lose for a while.

"Boom..."

Actually, the wooden bridge under his feet collapsed first.

With a crash! Liu Tai fell into the water.

"Ah!!"

Liu Tai shouted, withdrew the long gun, and poked it into the water.

"Puff!"

The gun tail pierced the creek water and hit the ground.

This illusory dream realm changed rapidly.

The creek, wooden bridge, alley, and houses all disappeared, leaving only a sheet of white land, only fog and a bright moon in the fog hanging in the sky, spilling light.

Lin Jue then had time to think, completely ignoring the injuries on his body, recalling the few mouthfuls of cold air spat out by his own fox in his mind, and seeing Liu Tai like this, he couldn't help but sneer.

This person is really a rascal!

Asked him to come here to win or lose by martial arts, and he also came. Clearly, no one has the upper hand yet, and he himself only relied on Fuyao to barely fight with him, but he couldn't help it first and started to play rascals.

"Wait?"

Lin Jue's already frowned eyebrows immediately frowned tighter, thoughts constantly flashing in his eyes.

Liu Tai saw this and was suddenly flustered.

A silver dragon in his hand bit at the Daoist again.

He changed this place into an open flat ground, so naturally he had no scruples, and the gun head swung and stabbed out a storm-like offensive.

Lin Jue widened his eyes, staring at the gun head, even if the long gun stabbed from in front of him, he didn't dare to blink, constantly retreating to dodge, constantly waving his sword to block.

The fox was also very hard-working.

However, it was open here, Liu Tai could naturally change positions at will, display his body method, and this was the place where a martial arts expert with high skills was most proud and comfortable.

Saw a gun dragging the cow's tail, stabbing into the ground.

A silver dragon in his hand bit toward the Daoist once more.

Lin Jue barely blocked it, thoughts in his heart didn't stop.

"Since this person is a rascal, why did he throw his sword to himself at the very beginning, and take the opportunity to cut him when his long sword couldn't be pulled out?"

That gun just withdrew, and it was a messy gun shadow, hitting him like a wall.

Lin Jue retreated repeatedly, thanks to the fox to dodge this disaster.

Opened the distance, when breathing, thoughts didn't stop.

"Why can my own Fuyao spit cold air?

"Is it because it has the bloodline of the Niangniang, and is not affected by the illusory dream realm he created? Or is it that the illusion technique is originally a skill that fox Yaoguai are good at, and my own Fuyao is naturally not easily restricted by him in this regard?

"If it's an illusion, why am I also completely controlled by him? If it's a dream, even if it's not my dream, there should be a share of mine, right?

"What about me?"

A horizontal sweep, as if it could split the wall.

Lin Jue dodged to the side, his left hand supported the ground, only then dodged and stabilized his figure, exerted force with his hand, his body immediately straightened again, taking a deep breath.

But his right shoulder was hot and painful.

Clearly didn't dodge completely either.

If this continues, winning will become more and more difficult.

But Lin Jue has already thought clearly—

This place is not that miraculous.

This Liu Tai is indeed cunning.

His soul was originally different from ordinary people, not to mention that he was a Daoist now, and also had some cultivation, so it was very difficult for him to pull himself into this illusory dream realm from the beginning, so he opened his mouth to invite, pretending to be heroic and asking himself to take the initiative to leave the room, step by step walking into here.

His restrictions were not that powerful either.

He didn't let himself use his own sword, but was afraid that he had no weapon to use, thinking that he couldn't resist him, and would try his best to display magic, which would break through his restrictions.

Plus the pretended heroism, it seemed there was also some heroic posture in the trance, just to make himself believe that he couldn't use magic here.

Alas, alas, he couldn't win with martial arts alone, changed the world to win, and revealed the biggest flaw.

Lin Jue took a deep breath, trying to find magical power.

After searching, he really caught some feeling.

Grabbing this feeling, gritting his teeth and exerting force, it was like slowly breaking through the confusion, and the magical power in his body gradually became clear.

In front was another silver dragon coming out of the cave, clearly the weak cold light was actually dazzling.

One stab missed, immediately turned into a sweep.

The gun tip brought up cold wind, blowing Lin Jue's hair, just happened that Lin Jue also cast magic to blow out a little breeze, blowing from the other side—just a little breeze, also just to test whether the magic could be used.

The test was successful, but he didn't change his expression.

Borrowing the momentum of twisting his body to dodge, turned around and shortened the distance, while waving his sword, the long sword slashed towards Liu Tai's waist.

Naturally, he dodged by withdrawing his waist.

At the same time, Liu Tai was almost the same as him, borrowing the momentum of turning around, but pulled away from the distance, then exerted force with his waist and arms, the long gun swept, the gun body forced back the fox in the air, and the gun tip swept back to Lin Jue's neck.

But heard a short spell.

Liu Tai was twisting the gun with both hands, stabbing out was a poisonous snake coming out of the cave, but unexpectedly in an instant, the silver gun in his hand really became a poisonous snake.

Not only slippery and soft, but also wanted to turn its head to bite himself.

"Eh?"

Liu Tai was shocked in his heart, but it was not shocked by this poisonous snake, but how did this person recover his magic?

Although shocked, he was not afraid, immediately shook the tail of the poisonous snake with his hand, shook it straight, and actually became a silver gun again.

Looked up, the Daoist was not far in front of him, pushing a palm towards him.

With a boom, the fierce fire rushed through the fog.

Liu Tai only felt a heat wave and fire light rushing towards his face, and he immediately shook his hand, turning the gun flower.

That long gun didn't know how fast it was waving in his hands, actually becoming a shield wall, the fire hit it, actually really blocked a large part, a small part of the fire passed through the gun flower shield wall, and was also stirred by the wild wind waved by the long gun, scattered around.

The gun flower was ultimately too close to the body, and the gun body had to be held by hand, Lin Jue's spiritual fire already had a climate, and it really caused some damage to him.

Liu Tai couldn't stand it soon.

Just about to dodge, heard another sound of wind.

Wind blew the spiritual flame, helping the fire, the fire immediately passed through the gun flower.

"Hiss!"

Liu Tai was burned by the fire, hurriedly pounced to the side. 【142】 But the fire continued endlessly.

The spear flourishes were ultimately too close to his body, and the spear shaft had to be gripped by hand; Lin Jue's spiritual fire had already gained some potency, and in the end, it did cause him some harm.

Liu Tai pounced where, the fire followed where.

Rolled a few times, already couldn't distinguish the direction, eyes were also scorched by the fire, couldn't see clearly for a while.

Heard the murmuring spell sound again.

Then it was a sound of breaking through the air and fine footsteps.

Liu Tai listened to the sound and identified the position, swung the gun and swept.

"Dang!"

The long gun hit a sword, knocking it flying.

How could it be knocked flying so easily?

Clearly, that was a sword held by no one.

When Liu Tai heard the wind and chill coming from behind, he couldn't dodge in time.

More than just the wind and chill couldn't dodge?

At this time, he had already realized that he couldn't slay this Daoist even in this illusion, but even if he used magic to leave here, it was too late.

"Puff!"

His back was cold.

It was Lin Jue flying over with a sword, it was a proper Jade Girl Threading Needle sword style, a sword stabbed out from his chest.

"To lose like this, it seems God doesn't want me to eat incense anymore, this life is really destined to end," Liu Taihou cursed a few dirty words, his voice getting lower and lower, "Fortunately, fortunately, it was stabbed to death by a sword after all, it's quite refreshing to be able to fight such a battle before dying..."

It was better than disappearing silently.

"Puff!"

Lin Jue listened to his murmurs, but his heart was a steel plate, and he pulled out the sword and stabbed him again.

"This dog Daoist..."

This was the last thought in Liu Taihou's heart. ===== CHAPTER 139 =====

"To lose even like this, it seems Heaven doesn't want me to consume incense anymore; this life was indeed destined to end." Liu Taihou cursed a few times, his voice growing lower and lower. "It's fine, it's fine; at least I was killed by a sword. To be able to fight such a battle before dying can be considered satisfying..."

It was, after all, better than vanishing without a sound.

"Pfft!"

Lin Jue heard his murmurs, but his heart was like a slab of steel; he pulled out his sword and stabbed him once more.

"This dog Daoist..."

This was the last thought in Liu Taihou's heart.