Chapter 245: The Wind Howls, Spring Fills the Walls

Chapter 245: The Wind Howls, Spring Fills the Walls

Chapter 245: The Wind Howls, Spring Fills the Walls

The Jiamu sword energy was like a green dragon, rolling back and forth and wreaking havoc in the Anvil Gorge. When it saw the demon monk coming out of the cave, it pounced on him.

The Weeping Wind Monk was naturally furious when his cave was destroyed. Seeing the sword energy entangled, he waved his sleeves, and suddenly a strong wind blew in the canyon, with ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The strong wind blew on the rocks, and they quickly turned gray and white, turning into splinters and dust. The mosses in the cracks of the stone walls also quickly died in the wind and turned into flying ash.

The Qinglong sword energy was the first to be hit and was blown back dozens of feet away.

The Weeping Wind Monk snorted coldly, then ignored him and flew towards Cheng Xinzhan again.

However, this evil monk underestimated the sword energy that had been nurtured in the Qingshu Sword for more than twenty years. The sword energy belonged to the Jiamu element, which represented vitality, but it would not be so easily blown away by the weak wind.

The sword energy of the Green Dragon retreated but did not dissipate, and soon stopped retreating. It raised its head and swung its tail again, rushing towards the Weeping Wind Monk against the strong wind. Wherever it passed, the dead mountain moss grew new leaves.

Cheng Xinzhan was quite surprised when he saw the power of the Declining Wind that the Weeping Wind Monk casually wielded. Seeing the demon rushing towards him, he was extremely cautious and stepped forward with the Qingshu Sword in hand.

Although he moved forward, he did not get close. When he was about three feet away from the Weeping Wind Monk, he swung his sword again, slashing diagonally from the upper right to the lower left.

The sword energy was like a blue rainbow and a crescent moon, slashing towards the weeping monk.

Although this sword was not as powerful and solid as the first sword energy, it was faster. After leaving the sword, it grew in the wind and turned into a green wave.

The distance of three meters was passed in a flash. As soon as he made his move, the sword energy had already reached the demon like a mountain pressing down on his head.

The Weeping Wind Monk's eyes opened wide, obviously he did not expect the sword energy to come so fast. He wanted to retreat, but the Green Dragon sword energy had not dissipated yet, and instead attacked him from behind, leaving him attacked from both sides.

Upon seeing this, the evil monk quickly made a seal with his hands, and then his whole body disappeared into the wind, slipping away from the encirclement of the two sword energies.

The sword energy, which was over ten feet thick, brushed past the demon, only cutting off a wisp of his beard, and then hit the cliff behind the demon, leaving a sword mark over twenty feet long.

The Qinglong sword energy twisted its body, dodged the Yanyue sword energy, and with its fangs and claws bared, it went to look for the demon in the wind again.

Cheng Xinzhan learned how to use the magic sword at this distance from Lan Yuqing at the Baiyujing Sword Fighting Conference, and it is indeed very useful.

At this distance, the magic sword will not be shattered or taken away, but the sword energy can quickly pose a threat after being separated from the sword, and it can also save mana.

"Who are you!"

The voice of the crying wind monk came in the wind.

The Crying Wind Monk knew that this person was not from the Xuanmen. The Xuanmen people were fond of showing off their weapons, and they did not have such condensed and undispersed sword energy in their swords. Moreover, the Xuanmen people liked to play with gold and fire, which were all offensive means, and they had never seen such Yangmu sword energy.

The Yang Wood sword energy was hardly affected by the weak wind. To restrain itself in this way must be a deliberate act and one that was well prepared.

Cheng Xinzhan naturally ignored it. Could it be that this devil thought he could be safe by hiding in the wind?
This wind was the devil's wind, so Cheng Xinzhan would naturally not escape into the wind to chase it. He just thought about it, and the magic gourd hanging above his head tilted over, and golden yang fire poured out from the gourd.

Just like the sunlight shining on clouds and forming rosy clouds, shining on water and forming rainbows, at this moment, the sun fire poured into the wind and ignited the wind as well. The wind was no longer wind, and the entire canyon was filled with golden waves of fire.

"Yang Fire!"

The Weeping Wind Monk was like a person hiding in bed and being bitten by a snake. He let out a loud scream and jumped out of the wind.

"Qiang!"

Cheng Xinzhan was already ready to go. When he saw the demon monk coming out, he drew his sword again and swept it across, releasing another crescent-shaped sword energy.

This sword came even faster, and the demon monk was unable to dodge it. He could no longer hide in the air, so he immediately took out a short-handled round fan.

The fan is not big, the fan surface is only the size of a tung leaf, and it looks like it is made of rattan, but I don’t know what kind of rattan it is. It is pale white with black spots on it.

The fan handle is a white bone that looks like a bird's leg bone. It is not long and holds the fan with its claws.

The weeping wind monk waved his fan vigorously, stirring up a gust of white wind visible to the naked eye. This wind blew out the flames, cut off the oncoming sword energy, and even climbed towards Cheng Xinzhan.

At this moment, the whole canyon was filled with blazing fire in the air. Cheng Xinzhan was very adept at performing fire escape. He made a gesture and disappeared in the fire. However, he wanted to try the power of the weak wind, so before completely escaping into the flames, he stretched out his fingers to scoop up a handful of the white wind.

cold!
The wind feels cold when it blows on people.

Cheng Xinzhan felt a chill on his fingertips, and then the cold wind penetrated into his body through his skin.

Reflected in the small world inside, there was a gust of white wind blowing, which entered from the Shaoyang Meridian of the Hand and blew towards the Jiang Palace.

As the wind entered the body, the "corpse dog", "swallow thief" and "non-poison" in the seven souls immediately became alert, the emperor, the prince and the Duke of Dong in the five palaces all opened their eyes, the Savior of Suffering in the spine felt it, and the green lion under the seat also looked over.

However, these inner gods Cheng Xinzhan did not let them move. At this moment, a wind blew in his inner world, an invisible and colorless wind.

The wind faced the white-haired wind, and when it got close to it, it suddenly changed into a bird shape and swallowed the white-haired wind in one gulp. After swallowing the white-haired wind, the wind bird seemed to have nothing happened, and it dispersed into the wind shape again, and continued to patrol in the inner world. The other inner gods also withdrew their gazes.

Cheng Xinzhan experienced this wind and was quite surprised by the result.

In fact, the evil wind that this demon unleashed was more like a dark wind, a dead wind, or a poisonous wind than a declining wind. Moreover, Cheng Xinzhan guessed that this might be a rare wind evil.

This wind can indeed damage a person's essence and blood, and shorten a person's life span, but the meaning of the passage of time contained in it is minimal. This wind can make stones decay and grass wither, and it seems to be incredibly powerful, but in fact it is mainly achieved through the dark and dead air contained in the wind, rather than the true art of changing the world.

But this was not beyond Cheng Xinzhan's expectations. If the devil in front of him could really use the art of changing the world and make things rotten and withered, then coming here today would be like seeking death.

However, if this is true, then this demon would not be just at the Jindan level; if this is true, then this demon would not really be able to use this technique at will and add to the cause and effect.

What surprised him was that this evil wind actually contained a trace of the power to drive the passage of time, although it was so tiny.

Wind煞 is rare, as it contains the Dharma meaning of "disappearance" of Taiyin, but the Dharma meaning of "quickly adjusting the weather" is even rarer, which is the way of "pushing Yin and pushing Yang".

This weeping wind monk is not very accomplished in Taoism. All his attention is focused on the "art" of Yin wind, while his practice of the "Tao" of Declining wind is extremely shallow.

But it’s better this way, otherwise Cheng Xinzhan would have to turn around and leave now.

The Weeping Wind Monk would never have imagined that during the intervals between the fights, his enemies were still comprehending the Dharma and belittling his methods.

Now that we know the methods of this evil monk, to fight him we just need to prescribe the right remedy. To deal with the Yin Feng Sha, it is enough to use Yang Wood and Yang Fire.

He escaped from the fire, appeared in another place, and wielded the magic sword again.

However, the Weeping Wind Monk was famous, so he had more than just this trick. The gray robes on his body were not ordinary. At this moment, they emitted a grayish light, resisting the invasion of the Yang Fire. He said,

"Yang Fire is indeed powerful, but I want to see how much you can hide in this gourd!"

He flew to avoid the oncoming Yangmu sword energy, and at the same time a string of white wind horse flags flew out from his sleeves.

These wind horse flags were not ordinary things either, they were like a group of white horses, shuttling back and forth in the yang fire. The demon monk made seals with his hands one after another, and these wind horse flags flew and circled, forming a cone-shaped formation with a sharp top and a thick bottom.

Cheng Xin looked at the flag formation and saw the shadow of Taoist altar techniques in it. After the flag formation was completed, the demon monk waved the round fan in his hand and shouted,
“Om!

The wind blows away the clouds, and the wind from thousands of miles away flows into my arms.

The flag is the driving force, the fan is the wing, scraping the bones, blowing the blood and dispersing the soul dust!"

As the magic monk finished chanting, winds from a hundred miles around Wind Erosion Ridge all rushed towards this side, entering from the northwest and exiting from the southeast, making sharp explosions in the canyon.

In the sudden attack, Cheng Xinzhan could hardly keep his body steady.

"town!"

He made a hand gesture and cast a spell on himself, making him as steady as a rock.

The leaping yang fire in the canyon was like washing an inkstone in a river, and was quickly washed away like ink.

Without the yang fire in the wind, the Weeping Wind Monk once again disappeared into the wind.

Cheng Xinzhan tried to control the wind, but found that the wind was cursed and had the monk's power, so it did not obey his orders at all.

The monk specialized in the three realms and three washes of wind magic, but Cheng Xinzhan positioned his own wind magic on the "Tao" rather than the "technique", so he did not think of competing with the monk in the art of controlling the wind.

He still chose to use Yang Fire.

The gourd continued to pour out flames, painting the canyon golden.

The Weeping Wind Monk didn't expect that the Taoist in front of him was so unwise. He knew it was useless, but he still insisted on doing it.

"The fly shakes the tree."

He sneered. How could human power fight against the weather and the terrain? The area around Fengxiling was always windy. He had set up a wind flag to summon the wind. The mana consumed was very little, but the wind was endless. How much Yang Fire could he have in his gourd?
In your own territory, why should you be afraid of competing with him in magic power and magic weapons?

With this in mind, the Weeping Wind Monk no longer insisted on using the Wind Escape Technique, and used the cassock magic to resist the Yang Fire. At the same time, he changed the seal on his hand, pointed at the wind horse flag above his head, and shouted,
"Bami!"

"hiss--"

All I saw were those wind horse flags emitting dazzling white light, accompanied by high-pitched horse neighs, and when the white light faded, those wind horse flags turned into a group of white skeleton horses!
"go with!"

The Weeping Wind Monk waved his fan, and the skeleton white horses split into two groups. One group went head-on to face the Green Dragon sword energy, and the other group rushed towards Cheng Xinzhan.

Cheng Xinzhan looked at the strong aura of death emanating from the skeleton white horse and knew that it was of the same origin as the fan in the monk's hand and the Yin Feng Sha.

However, he remained unmoved, and just swung the "Qing Shu" sword again and again, smashing the oncoming skeleton white horse.

The weeping wind monk had already made a conclusion in his mind:

He was just a fool who had just come out of the mountain. He must have reached the Jindan realm by sitting in the mountains. He didn't know how to fight, so he was tricked into coming here to die as soon as he came down the mountain.

After making this conclusion, the Weeping Wind Monk knew what to do next: just stay with him until the Yang Fire in his gourd is exhausted, or the Yang Wood Qi in his sword is exhausted.

Although this man is a fool, the gourd and the sword are excellent magic weapons. Don't force them into a corner. It would be bad if they were scared away or the treasures were damaged.

After Cheng Xinzhan drew his sword, he struck out a total of fifteen times, the last of which was a diagonal slash from the upper left to the lower right.

The rainbow-like sword energy turned the last few skeleton white horses into ashes and continued to attack the Weeping Wind Monk.

With the white horse blocking his way, the Weeping Wind Monk once again narrowly avoided the sword energy, which once again left a deep sword mark on the cliff behind the monk.

At this time, Cheng Xinzhan sheathed his sword.

Seeing this, the Monk Weeping at the Wind laughed up to the sky and pointed his fan at Cheng Xinzhan.
"You stupid idiot, your Yang Wood Sword Qi and Yang Bing Fire are precious things, but my Fengma Flag is just a silk talisman. You can draw as many as you want!"

He waved his sleeves and many white horse flags flew out, turning into skeleton white horses in the wind.

The monk stood behind the white horse with a mocking look on his face.

But at this time, Cheng Xinzhan stood with his sword in hand and said calmly,

"I drew my sword fifteen times, and you dodged it every time. But have you ever turned around and looked at your back?"

The Weeping Wind Monk’s face froze.

He thought about it and realized that this man was slashing out with his sword one after another, each one faster than the last. Not only did he have to dodge the sword energy, he also had to use his mind to guard against the Azure Dragon and the Yang Fire. So he had been staring closely at the man's sword movements and had not even looked back.

But so what?
The wind here is like one's own eyes. Not to mention someone attacking from behind, any living creature approaching or any fluctuation of magic power cannot be hidden from one's own wind!
So what's behind?
No, this bastard wanted to cheat me so that I could escape!

At this time, the Qinglong sword energy that had been condensed and not dispersed came again, but after being repeatedly attacked by the skeleton white horse and the white hair wind, the sword energy became much thinner.

The Weeping Wind Monk dodged again, but he was still worried, so he turned his head to see what was behind him.

At this time, Cheng Xinzhan had already put the magic sword back into his liver, and clasped his hands together to form the "Dongji Demon Binding Seal", with his little fingers hooked together and his index fingers stretched out and pressed against each other to form the shape of the Chinese character "木".

He said,
"Dong Gong issued an order, Jiao Mu obeyed it."

When he opened his mouth, the Weeping Wind Monk dodged the Azure Dragon Sword Qi, but this time, the Azure Dragon Sword Qi did not look back, but rushed forward, just like the fourteen sword energies that followed it, and crashed into the cliff.

"The Jia wood is the seed, and its green branches fill the wall."

The weeping wind monk dodged the sword energy and looked in the direction where the blue dragon flew. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw that the cliff where the gate of his "Xiushou Zen Temple" was located was already full of gullies and sword marks.

"The roots give birth to the earth veins, and the battle locks the heavenly power."

What frightened him the most was that this was Wind Erosion Ridge! This was Iron Anvil Gorge! There was no grass growing here. No vegetation could survive in this windy gorge with flying sand and rocks and sparks flying everywhere. There was only a little bit of pitiful moss deep in the cracks of the rocks!

"The spiritual roots lock the Qi and forever suppress the four directions."

But what did he see now! In those deep grooves of the sword marks, there were actually plants growing! Lush and green!
A green wall suddenly appeared in the barren Anvil Gorge!
He also saw that the sword marks were crisscrossed, some were long, some were short, some were straight, and some were curved, like strokes of a Chinese character.

The green sword marks all over the mountain seem to form a word!

He looked up and found that there was clearly a "木" character at the bottom, and on the left side of the "木" character was clearly a "角" character, while the right side looked like a "斗" character, but it was missing the starting point.

"boom!"

The Qinglong sword energy hit the wall, creating a hole, which happened to fall on the missing point of the Chinese character "斗". Grass and trees grew in the hole, including many vines, lush and verdant.

At this moment, Cheng Xinzhan also recited the last word of the spell, which was also the word written on the entire cliff.
"!"

(End of this chapter)