"If your Taoist heart is not firm, you should be punished!"
Dao Qiongcang turned to the Eastern Region Sword Cultivator again. This time he did not kill anyone, but only punished him slightly.
Then the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation trembled, and the rays of light descended, purifying the negative states of all the sword cultivators, and then knocked them to the ground hard. After hitting them one by one, they all fell to the ground, wailing again and again.
"The Taoist Palace Master is wise!"
The spiritual refiner on the side quickly helped up his friends and comrades. He was afraid that after these people were hit, he spoke indiscriminately and added: "The master of the Dao Palace helped you get rid of the influence of the devil, and also used the holy light to help you strengthen your Dao heart. , you must not mess around."
How dare a sword cultivator from the Eastern Region act recklessly?
After getting up one by one, they bowed in fear and uneasiness: "I was almost affected by that broken sword and almost died. Thank you to the Taoist Palace Master for saving my life."
There were also swordsmen who were crazy about famous swords, staring at the situation of everyone around them and falling into deep thought.
"Famous sword?"
"In my impression, it seems that only the Demonic Sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord, which has been lost for hundreds of years, can influence all swordsmen to this extent..."
Now someone was shocked: "Devil sword? You said the broad sword above is the fourth sword among the twenty-one famous swords?"
"possible!"
"This magic sword can still be so powerful without a sword holder. How strong must the top three swordsmen be?"
"..."
Everyone was silent.
It turns out that the person who caused the Semi-Saint to take action was the fourth on the famous sword list, the Demon Sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord?
Rumors began to fly.
The phantom of the Holy Thought in the sky high in the sky, after locking the magic sword, focused on the black dragon scale.
He wanted to move and take down this weird thing.
But after all, he was delayed by the magic sword.
Taking advantage of this period of time, the heartbeat in the Holy Emperor's dragon scales accelerated to the extreme and finally stopped abruptly.
"thumping!"
The last dull heartbeat stopped, and everyone felt their souls trembling, with an ominous premonition in their hearts.
"This dragon scale has mutated again!" Master Huang Yang was close to him and his Taixu spiritual sense was also strong. He could see wisps of black demonic energy starting to escape from the dragon scale. .
"It's scary. Last time, the dragon scales mutated and a magic sword burst out. What will happen this time?" Hong Dang, the subduing dragon hand, looked shocked and couldn't help but retreat a little.
The distant dragon scales fell into high-frequency tremors.
The black demonic energy dissipated with the trembling, filling the sky in the blink of an eye.
The shadow of the Holy Thought in the sky was unmoved, and with another raise of the Immortal Sleeve, the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Array was called upon to lower the purifying glow to eliminate these demonic energies.
There was a "chi" sound.
This time, the much anticipated good results did not appear.
The moment Xiaguang touched the demonic energy, it was directly dyed black.
Black followed the rays of light and penetrated into the heavenly secret pattern of the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation.
The sacred and bright white Tianji Dao pattern was instantly stained and turned completely black.
Dark night is coming!
"Oh My God……"
The spiritual masters in Dongtian King City and Yunlun Mountains all fell into panic when they saw that their surroundings suddenly turned into a dark world filled with demonic energy.
The Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation had temporarily replaced the world with a radius of 100,000 miles and became the spiritual sustenance of everyone.
But this time, Xia Guang did not purify the demonic energy, but was polluted instead.
Ever since, the whole world has become a hell on earth.
gloomy!
Horrible!
After the Tianji Dao pattern was contaminated, the demonic energy began to penetrate everything again.
In the black world, demonic energy emerged from the earth, and black liquid dripped from the tips of the leaves in the forest. Even people were affected by the panic in their hearts, and they all looked dazed and started talking nonsense.
"Everything is demonized..."
Rao Yaoyao had no idea that the Saint Emperor Dragon Scale, which only possessed a ray of power from the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, could have such a great influence on everyone and everything outside the Void Island.
She pondered for a moment and saw the limitations of Dao Qiongcang's actions across the two realms.
The power of the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Array is limited. If the Holy Power has to be expended to help thousands of innocent spiritual masters, then in addition, the power used to deal with the Demon Emperor Black Dragon will definitely be weakened.
Demon Emperor Black Dragon is in the realm of the Saint Emperor, Dao Qiongcang is a Semi-Saint, and his cultivation realm is already weaker. How can he be distracted from caring about mortals?
"Teng Shanhai, guard the cracks in the Void Island. If there is any other movement, notify me immediately." Rao Yaoyao then held the Xuan Cang Divine Sword and jumped to the side of the phantom of the Holy Thought in the sky.
"What do you want to do?" Teng Shanhai was frightened.
In a battle at the level of holy power, what can you, a little Seven Swordsman, do?
You only talk about others and don't care about your own safety, right?
Rao Yaoyao calmly took out a drop of holy blood, opened her red lips, and drank it on the spot.
"Do...what you can!"
She said no more, but closed her eyes and slowly raised the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.
"Buzz!"
The Void Sword Intention was crisscrossing, and in the dark world surrounded by demonic energy, with the help of the Holy Power, it was able to tear apart a bright edge, appearing in the eyes of the demonized world.
"Red Dust Sword..."
Rao Yaoyao pointed her toes and jumped into the air. Like a carp leaping into the lake, her figure turned invisible and merged into the void.
"One Sword·Refining the Heart!"
The Xuan Cang Divine Sword turned into ripples in the center of the lake and sea, and slashed at the thousands of spiritual masters who were infected by the demonic energy. Deep in the souls of everyone, they started a head-on confrontation with the power of the black dragon, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon. .
Rao Yaoyao majored in love swordsmanship among the nine swordsmanships.
The first level of love swordsmanship, the Red Dust Sword, is the experience of the state of mind.
This sword, Rao Yaoyao, did not harm the spiritual refiner at all, but under the influence of the holy power, the power of the black dragon of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon was divided into an obstacle on the path of thousands of spiritual refiners to refine their hearts.
As long as the spiritual masters can break through this layer of obstacles, they can not only eliminate the influence of the black dragon's power in an instant, but also improve their mental state by more than one level.
pity……
Although the idea was good, Rao Yaoyao ignored the gap in power levels.
Even the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation in Dao Qiongtian has been tainted by the power of the black dragon. The "Red Dust Sword" that she can use to borrow the holy blood to cut is not even as good as a trace and a half of the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation in terms of holy power alone. thread.
"puff!"
In just half a breath, Rao Yaoyao's figure was shaken back from the void, and blood spurted out from his mouth, his eyes full of horror.
On the road to mental state training, her sword could not transform even the slightest bit of the black dragon's power, let alone help all the spiritual masters.
To no avail!
"Rao Yaoyao, don't force yourself. This is a duel at the level of holy power, and you haven't taken this step yet." There was a sacred voice in my ears.
Rao Yaoyao turned his head and looked at the shadow of the Holy Thought in the sky.
She knew that this was the warning from the sky.
But she didn't listen.
"The Demon Emperor Black Dragon took great pains to send out its dragon scales. There must be a mystery in it. And the Holy God Continent's heavenly blockade is fighting against everyone. You are the master of the main hall. Can you make exceptions and be able to use the full power of the Semi-Saint?" Rao Yaoyao analyzed calmly.
After a pause, she continued to transmit the message: "The Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation, which you used to seal time and space to prevent the Holy Emperor's residual thoughts from escaping, has already consumed a lot of power. If you have to put more effort into solving the troubles of the mortal spiritual masters, How much strength do you have left to deal with the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale?"
The shadow of the Holy Thought in the sky was silent, as if Rao Yaoyao was right.
Looking at the battle situation in the Yunlun Mountains, everyone thought that he, the Half-Saint of the Sky, would be brilliant if he took action.
But in fact, only people at the level of Rao Yaoyao know the difficulties of Dao Qiongtian.
"You keep your strength to deal with the dragon scales. I will solve the trouble of the spiritual master." Rao Yaoyao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. The power of the holy blood was rising crazily as time went by. There was strong confidence in her words.
The phantom of the Holy Thought in Dao Qiongtian only paused for a moment, then stopped stopping him and said: "Do what you can, and remember, your life is more important than everyone present combined."
Rao Yaoyao's eyes flashed with impatience: "Don't tell me this!"
After saying this, she stopped paying attention to the semi-holy sky, jumped into the air again, and raised the Xuan Cang Divine Sword high above her head.
Holy blood, to put it bluntly, is just semi-holy blood.
The Seven Swordsmen, to be clear, are only in the Taixu realm.
With the previous sword "Red Dust·Refining Heart", Rao Yaoyao knew how big the gap was between the power of the Holy Emperor and the power below the Holy level.
Gu Xuan
To outsiders, this gap would be impossible to make up for a while.
Rao Yaoyao is different.
She raised her eyes slightly, stared at Divine Sword Xuan Cang with pious eyes, and murmured: "It's up to you..."
The Xuan Cang Divine Sword, one of the five great artifacts of chaos, is a treasure used to suppress luck at the headquarters of the Holy Temple on the Guizhe Holy Mountain. The purpose of this operation is to deal with the current emergency situation.
If there is any external force in this world that can resist the power of the Holy Emperor.
That should only leave the power of destiny that has been nurtured in the Xuan Cang Divine Sword for thousands of years and has been blessed by many semi-saints and even holy emperors.
The power of luck in the Holy Temple!
Likewise, it also represents a part of the destiny power of Holy God Continent!
Rao Yaoyao stood up out of thin air with a solemn expression. He let go of the sword in his hand, pointed his hands together, and crossed them in front of his chest.
"Xuan Cang, open!"
A clear rebuke.
The Xuan Cang Divine Sword was obviously not in the hands of the sword holder, but at this moment, it spun sideways at high speed in front of Rao Yaoyao.
Along with the rotation, wisps of destiny power flew out like golden sparrows, just like the first ray of morning light that lit up the dark night, demonizing the whole audience, and the eyes of the spiritual refiner flashed with light of hope.
A hundred thousand miles of dark world.
On the ground were countless crazy spiritual masters scratching and screaming.
In the sky is the female sword fairy in elegant clothes, guiding the sword and breaking the situation.
The sword fairy’s order transforms the luck into shape.
Divine swords are flying, birds are making dragons sing.
"Ouch——"
Within a moment, a large amount of luck energy escaped from the Xuan Cang Divine Sword, turning into a five-clawed golden dragon, flying up into the air and directly breaking through the black tenth century Holy Spirit Formation blockade.
Rao Yaoyao's eyes burst out with energy at the same time, and he grabbed the high-speed rotating divine sword Xuan Cang with one hand, and his clothes were rustled by the air waves.
"The Ruthless Sword..."
The loud roar of the dragon disappeared when Rao Yaoyao held the sword, and the golden dragon of luck also followed her shout, wandering from the sky, and merged into her body.
"Slay the demon!"
A horizontal slash with one sword.
This sword, blessed by the power of luck, directly penetrated the void and unreasonably hit the power of the black dragon deep in the souls of all the spiritual masters.
No dissuasion.
Never transformed.
At this moment, Rao Yaoyao did not choose a roundabout way and used the power of the black dragon in another way to let the spiritual refiner get rid of it on his own.
Because she understands.
Mortal spiritual masters simply cannot defeat the black dragon's power alone.
And her sword, with the blessing of the Luck Golden Dragon, no longer required any detours.
"boom!"
Finished with one sword.
Gold replaces black.
The dark world of a hundred thousand miles was replaced by brilliance, and the Holy Spirit Formation of the Tenth Century returned to restore light.
The blackness in the eyes of the insane spiritual masters was also dyed into golden light, and finally returned to the clarity they deserved.
"what happened?"
"what happened……"
Everyone spread their hands and felt that there had been a change in themselves, but they could not explain clearly what the change was.
"This is the second level of love swordsmanship, the Sword of Forgetting Love?" On the other side, Teng Shanhai's one eye was already looking straight.
The style of Rao Yaoyao's sword is too outstanding.
Using the Sword of Forgetting Love, the second level of the Nine Swordsmanship of Love, directly caused thousands of spiritual refiners present to forget their own demonic desires deep in their souls.
Then, everyone regained their clarity!
This swordsmanship...
How terrifying!
Teng Shanhai simply couldn't believe that Rao Yaoyao, who was in the same Taixu realm as him, was able to execute such a sword.
"So, is this the difference between the Seven Swordsmen and the ordinary Taixu?"
Teng Shanhai felt bitter in his heart.
In the past, Teng Shanhai didn't pay much attention to the Seven Swordsmen, the most powerful person among the semi-saints who was widely rumored in the mainland.
He always felt that among the Seven Sword Immortals, except for Yutu, Hua Changdeng, etc., they could master power comparable to that of a semi-saint in the Taixu realm, because they were individually powerful.
But these individuals are exceptions!
Others simply cannot compare to their achievements.
But today, Teng Shanhai saw a different kind of style.
Rao Yaoyao Shao took action with all his strength.
Teng Shanhai didn't even know before that Rao Yaoyao's swordsmanship understanding of the Nine Swordsmanship Zhongqing Swordsmanship had reached the second level.
It is said that if you give the Seven Swordsmen a sword, the swordsmen will be able to defeat the Half-Saints.
But the current enemy is the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale!
Rao Yaoyao was able to kill the Black Dragon's power from the Saint Emperor's Dragon Scale with one sword, although it was said that he had borrowed the power of luck from the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.
But this power of luck must be borrowed by someone who has the ability to do so.
For example, Teng Shanhai...can't do it at all!
Rao Yaoyao's sword is nothing more than claiming to the world: "Sword Immortal" plus "Excalibur" equals "the power of the Holy Emperor"?
"Succeeded..."
With one slash of the sword, the world returned to clarity, and Rao Yaoyao's eyes became inexplicably bright.
With the last sword "Red Dust·Refining Heart", she could not kill the black dragon's power, but through a head-on confrontation, she clearly understood the gap between herself and the Holy Emperor. This was a valuable experience.
This sword "eliminates demons" made her firm in her Taoism.
In ancient sword cultivation, not only the Eight Masters can achieve perfection.
He wields four swords, and his ability exceeds that of all generations.
If I take the divine sword Xuan Cang, Taixu can defeat the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale!
At this moment, Rao Yaoyao's Taoist heart was strengthened, and the self-confidence that had been unconsciously lost for decades was regained.
And the three kendo mountains that had been weighing on her heart, Yutu, Hua Changdeng, and Ba Zunxun, seemed to have begun to fall apart.
"Click!"
Rao Yaoyao heard the sound of his own bottleneck breaking.
Her eyes brightened, and she knew that with this step, she might be able to reach the third realm of love swordsmanship and become a semi-saint of swordsmanship!
However, at this time, Dao Qiongcang's extremely calm voice sounded in his ears: "Rao Yaoyao, where is the Luck Golden Dragon?"
"Huh?" Rao Yaoyao was startled.
She just slashed out with one sword, borrowing the power of luck from the divine sword Xuan Cang.
It stands to reason that after one strike with the sword, the Luck Golden Dragon will return to the Xuan Cang Sword Body and be reborn without any consumption.
But check it out now...
"The Luck Golden Dragon is gone?"
Rao Yaoyao's heart stopped suddenly.
That is nearly one-tenth of the power of luck that the Holy Temple has nurtured for thousands of years!
Why didn't you come back?
How could you not come back?
How could you not come back? !
Rao Yaoyao's pretty face was livid for a moment, then all the blood disappeared, and her whole body began to tremble.
"Where did the Luck Golden Dragon go?"
