The eighteen rays of sword light "shattered" abruptly and hastily.
He Lianyou and Xuanyuan Qingqing, who were unable to resist but were trying their best to fight back, paused.
Ximen Chuiyu was also stunned in mid-air. He stopped clicking his nails and looked at the position between a few old trees in the drizzle in the distance with murderous intent. His face looked a little uncomfortable, which could break his Those who master the Confucian swordsmanship of the Eighteen Swordsmen must be masters of the ninth level of Lingtai.
It's just that the fifteen Lingtai Nine Levels in the Thousand Miles of Mountains and Forests all walked out of the Baihua Valley. Although they didn't make an agreement, they all had a tacit understanding that they would not fight against each other until they killed all the low-level warriors.
Who broke the rules?
"rustle……"
A figure appeared among several old trees.
Xin Zhuo's steps were heavy, and the sand and dead leaves he stepped on made bursts of sound. The Tianwu Sword beside his waist swayed slightly, without any momentum that the Lingtai Ninth Level Heaven should have, and he seemed to be thinking about something.
"Brother Yuqing!"
He Lianyou was so surprised that she hurried over to greet Xin Zhuo regardless of Xie Wujiang behind her. Several fellow disciples didn't know Xin Zhuo's purpose and tried to pull her in, but they were a step too late.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingqing had more blood from the wound on her abdomen. She suddenly lay down on her back with a look of relief and relaxation on her face. She and Xin Zhuo were also old acquaintances. Although they had a grudge against each other due to their sect, she always felt that Xin Zhuo was a worthy person. Someone you can trust!
This is very contradictory.
The moment she fell to the ground, she said with a hint of nostalgia and regret in her tone: "Thank you!"
"Qingqing!"
He Lianyou quickly turned back and knelt down sadly in front of Xuanyuan Qingqing together with several of his classmates, choking with sobs.
Xin Zhuo looked at Xuanyuan Qingqing, remained silent for a while, and then said: "I'm not here to save you. Your life and death has nothing to do with me!"
"cough……"
With the last hint of complexity and helplessness, Xuanyuan Qingqing's almond-shaped eyes widened and she was silent again.
Xin Zhuo looked at Ximen Chuiyu.
Ximen Chuiyu was also looking at him, as if he didn't understand something, he frowned and said, "I don't quite understand!"
Xin Zhuo said nothing.
Ximen Chuiyu could only continue: "You are actually the 16th Lingtai Ninth Level Heaven here? This is almost impossible. You are a mortal body, and everyone in the eighteen sects knows that you must have entered the forest very late. You It’s absolutely impossible… No, this mountain forest is not enough to support the sixteenth person to enter the ninth heaven of Lingtai, how did you do it?”
Xin Zhuo still didn't make a sound.
Ximen Chuiyu smiled and said: "That's fine! I wanted to discuss things with you in the Xuantian Hall before, but now it's just the right time!"
Stretching out his right hand and making a slight move, Xuanyuan Qingqing's Coiled Dragon Green Sword on his chest came into his hand with a hint of bright red. The aura of the Nine Heavens of Lingtai came out majesticly. The power of Tai Chi spread in all directions, and a man appeared behind him. The shadow of a huge bow is as black as ink and its strings are like the full moon.
One person, one bow, and one sword are like the masters of this hundred-mile mountain forest. Every move can cause the earth to collapse.
"The Cup Bow Snake alludes to the Heavenly Crossbow. Ximen Chuiyu is the ancient Confucian Heavenly Bow Kaiyun Scattering and Gathering Reality, which can cross borders to kill enemies. His sword is the Confucian Eighteen Cloud Platform Heaven-Slaying Sword!"
He Lianyou hugged Xuanyuan Qingqing's body and led several of his classmates away quickly, and couldn't help but remind him loudly.
Xin Zhuo stood still and finally spoke up, asking: "Do you recognize Li Suzhen, Yin Qiu, Zhang Bai and Gou Naiyuan of Kunxu City?"
"The lowly casual cultivators remember what they did, but...it was nothing more than me, Bai Zong, Fei Lai, and Xie Wujiang who killed them together back then. Do you have any dissatisfaction?"
A strange smile appeared on Ximen Chuiyu's face, as if his wish had come true, and it also seemed like the beginning of cruelty and violence.
"No, just asking!"
Xin Zhuo stretched out his right hand, and the Tianwu Sword unsheathed itself, making a "choking" friction sound. Immediately, the momentum of the ninth level of Lingtai rose into the sky, and the terrifying power of Tai Chi Yin and Yang swept half of the sky.
Ximen Chuiyu frowned slightly, and the dragon-coated green sword in his hand drew a subtle arc, and made a slash.
The sword light was like a rainbow penetrating the sun, the blazing sun was surging, and the area around ten feet in diameter was scorching. Then the sword light was divided into two parts, two parts into three parts, and three parts into eighteen parts. The eighteen swords all had the power of the Nine Heavens of Lingtai.
"call out--"
The huge bow image behind him absorbed all the energy from all directions and shot out suddenly. The powerful and huge crossbow turned into a ferocious dragon head, roaring up to the sky.
"Um……"
He Lianyou and others who had already run far away were unable to withstand the crazy Tai Chi power fluctuations, and fell to the ground like scattered hemp poles.
"Xin Zhuo! You should know the difference between a genius and a mortal bitch like you, the Xuantian Sword Sect treats you as a treasure, it is a fool's errand. Today, the chief disciple of the Confucian Immortal Pavilion, Ximen Chuiyu, will send you back to the west!"
Ximen Chuiyu was bathed in the light of the sword and the dragon's head, his expression cold and proud.
Xin Zhuo was not angry at all, and even had a smile on his lips. His clothes rustled against the violent wind and waves, and he looked directly at the overwhelming sword light and dragon head. A little below his feet, he was already in mid-air, his gaze was like a torch, and he slashed out a sword.
A sword of nine dragons circled, dragon roars formed in formations, and turned into ninety-nine and eighty-one rays of sword light. On the way, the ninety-nine lights returned to one, turning into a bright, vast, pure, red-yellow sword.
"boom--"
Towering ancient trees tens of miles and millions of years old were shaken by the strong wind and waves, and they rolled like leeks one after another, making an overwhelmed "crunching" sound.
The red and yellow sword collided with the eighteen swords!
Three breaths!
Eighteen swords shattered!
The red and yellow sword collided with the "dragon head".
Four breaths!
The dragon head is broken!
"you……"
The pride on Ximen Chuiyu's face solidified, his pupils shrank, as if he couldn't believe it, and then a trace of ferocity appeared.
The body was divided into three parts, each stretched out a finger: "Confucianism and Taoism, kowtow to the master!"
"when!"
The red and yellow sword shattered.
However, Xin Zhuo was already in front of him, and the Tianwu Sword rolled up the blood-like aura of the hundred-foot mountain of corpses and slashed at him.
The three figures of Ximen Chuiyu merged into one, gritted their teeth, and flew back in the air. The huge bow shadow behind him turned into a dragon head again, surrounding him, and he stretched out his hand and pointed: "Out comes the spiritual treasure, Confucianism Nine Chapters Sutra! "
A simple and crude book suddenly flew out of his arms and flew into the air, illuminating the light and the chants of thousands of scholars, making people feel lazy and unable to muster any strength.
Xin Zhuo untied the Tiger Roaring Book from his waist, flicked it, and with the infinite blessing of his true energy, a phantom of a white tiger soared into the sky, suddenly flicking towards the book, blocking all light.
"Xin Zhuo! Why is your swordsmanship so terrifying and weird in your mortal body? This is unreasonable! Who are you!"
The veins on Ximen Chuiyu's forehead popped out, and he roared angrily, his brows filled with waves, and the vision of a spiritual platform with a radius of ten miles flashed out, which turned out to be a ruler!
However, as soon as he appeared, he felt the shadow of the sky falling, and he ran into an extremely vast old well.
"boom--"
The ancient trees and vegetation that were broken and broken for hundreds of miles around seemed to have been plowed through, and they were in a mess.
After a few breaths, everything became calm and calm.
But Ximen Chuiyu had a sword on his chest, his face was as pale as paper, and purple-black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to his neck.
He still held a few spiritual treasures to protect his body in his hands, but he didn't have time to use them. Xin Zhuo's sword was so devastating that it was unstoppable. His eyes were a little distracted and he murmured: "Xin Zhuo Zhuo, I..."
"puff--"
Before he finished speaking, his body was split into two pieces from the pit of his heart to the Tianling Cap. The mutilated body slumped down, and blood and internal organs were scattered everywhere!
"Don't say it, I don't want to hear it!"
Xin Zhuo gently flicked the blood stains on Tianwu Sword and walked away.
Dozens of miles away, Helianyou and several others were holding Xuanyuan Qingqing's body, numbly looking at the messy ground and the messy corpse for nearly a hundred miles.
After a long time, a female disciple lost her voice and said: "The fight in the ninth level of Lingtai is so terrifying, but... Xuantian Sword Sect's young master, why can the tea kung fu be used to kill fellow disciples? That's Ximen Chuiyu, but the master of Confucian Immortal Pavilion Disciple, the number one genius among the younger generation of Confucianism!"
A strange light shone in He Lianyou's eyes: "What's more? Brother Yuqing's strength and momentum are nearly ten times that of Ximen Chuiyu. That sword move seems to have been tempered thousands of times. It is unpredictable and does not possess any magical power. Moreover, He is not afraid of the visions of the divine body, and can defeat all Ximen Chuiyu’s tricks!
Brother Yuqing is testing. He has not yet used all his strength. It seems that no one is his opponent in the realm he can reach. I have always known that he is really like a god in mortal body. He can also make elixirs and have good medical skills! "
(End of chapter)
