As Murong Xingzhou slowly advanced, He Zhe had to retreat.
The shadow of the sword was like lightning, and Murong Xingzhou seemed to be surrounded by stars. The brilliant sparks exploded when the sword blade and armor intersected, just like the dazzling Milky Way.
He Zhe's face turned slightly pale. Although his steps retreated, He Zhe's sword did not retreat.
The Dharma figure behind He Zhe is as high as a hundred feet, and the sword in his hand is clear of glass, like a jade sword.
The Dharma Prime Minister made a chopping gesture, and struck down with his sword on his head!
The sword was high above the head and passed through the clouds.
When the sword fell, the hundreds of miles of clouds above the sky suddenly swayed, and the sea of clouds split into two.
Murong Xingzhou raised his head slightly and smiled disdainfully.
"It's just a mystery, it makes people laugh."
He didn't even use the Dharma Appearance, he just stood there and let the giant sword in the Dharma Appearance's hand fall on his head!
Jing Haoran and Chen Mo, who were standing on the Hidden Wind Tower, were both holding their breath and watching this scene intently.
Even Chen Zhuo, who had always been carefree, looked serious for the first time.
They all knew that if He Zhe were defeated, they would really go to hell together.
This sword is very important.
The sword fell extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, a loud roar resounded throughout the world.
The earth cracked open, and the ground was like a picture scroll, being torn apart by people.
A bottomless ravine appeared in front of the Hidden Wind Tower!
This place was originally located on the border. After this sword passed, the sky was filled with yellow sand, covering the sky and the sun.
In this sky full of yellow sand, a very deep ravine is vaguely visible, winding for nearly a kilometer!
"This is the killing power of Tongxuan realm swordsman..."
Chen Zhuo squinted at the rolling yellow sand in the distance and muttered to himself.
At this moment, Chen Mo's expression suddenly changed, "Something's wrong!"
In the rolling yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun, there was a figure, standing erect.
He raised one hand high above his head, and actually reached out to catch the vertical slash of He Zhe Dharmaxiang's sword!
Murong Xingzhou's legs sank into the ground, and three steps behind him was the thousand-meter-long ravine!
But what made everyone's expression change was that Murong Xingzhou's aura was not sluggish at all!
He caught Faxiang's sword with one hand, as if he was standing upright.
The large-leaf gilt armor on Murong Xingzhou suddenly lit up with lines, and these lines eventually spread to the hand holding the Dharma-Xiang Giant Sword!
A bright light flashed in Murong Xingzhou's eyes! There was a golden light on his right hand, and the next moment, the sound of jade breaking resounded in everyone's ears!
He Zhe staggered back, taking more than seven steps!
He coughed violently several times, and his face suddenly turned pale!
The natal flying sword named Gujin sank into He Zhe's body instantly, and the hearts of Chen Mo and others suddenly fell to the bottom!
He Zhe, defeated!
Murong Xingzhou strode forward and said in a cold voice: "I will only give you the face of the Chiyang Sword Sect this once. I won't kill you, so you can take care of yourself."
He Zhe's whole body was in chaos, but he still managed to hold himself up. He swallowed a mouthful of blood that rushed to his throat, and looked at Murong Xingzhou with a pair of eyes.
Murong Xingzhou snorted coldly, "What? Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind Murong Xingzhou!
"Then try and see if you can kill him?"
Murong Xingzhou's pupils froze for an instant, because he didn't notice at all that there was another person behind him!
Not only Murong Xingzhou, but also Chen Mo and others who had been watching the battle were shocked.
No one in the room noticed his presence!
I don’t even know when he appeared!
Only He Zhe seemed not surprised by his arrival.
The man was very thin, wearing an ordinary light-colored long coat. He held a sword in his hand and looked at Murong Xingzhou in front of him calmly.
Murong Xingzhou turned around and his heart sank.
"Jian Guming!"
Hearing this name, even Chen Mo was stunned.
"Jian Guming? Is he Jian Guming?!"
This name is like thunder to Chen Mo's ears.
Maybe not just Chen Mo, but in the entire Southern Territory, you may not know Murong Xingzhou or Shen Tumo, but it is absolutely impossible not to know Jian Guming.
As the contemporary sword crown of the Chiyang Sword Sect, he is truly a peerless genius in the Southern Territory. His name was even heard by the sect masters of several major sects!
Less than a hundred years old, he has reached the realm of the Two Mysteries, and he is a rare-born sword embryo that is rare in a hundred years!
What is even more exaggerated is that the moment this person became a sword cultivator, an ancient sword that had been buried for many years in the sword tomb in the back mountain of the Chiyang Sword Sect actually took the initiative to recognize its owner!
Not to mention, this person actually has two flying swords!
You know, it is extremely difficult to become a sword cultivator.
It takes a lot of money and effort to give birth to one natal flying sword, but this person actually gave birth to two natal flying swords in one go!
The magical powers of the two natal flying swords complement each other. One is responsible for killing, and the other has extremely high defense. It can be said that the road is promising.
The ancient sword in Jian Guming's hand is also very famous. It is said to be a fifth-grade immortal weapon. It is extremely old and is a veritable ancient sword.
Jian Guming looked past Murong Xingzhou and towards He Zhe.
"Senior brother, why didn't you tell me about this?"
He Zhe coughed twice and smiled, "If I didn't tell you, wouldn't you have come here too?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light came from a distance, like a shooting star, and flew here in the blink of an eye!
A female swordsman came with a sword in anger.
"He, what do you mean?"
Hearing this familiar voice, He Zhe's eyelids suddenly jumped, and he was so confused...
This is not over yet, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with slightly white temples, his figure gradually changed from illusory to solid.
A jade hangs from the left waist and a flute hangs from the right waist.
Although there is no sword in his hand, the flute faintly reveals the sword intention...
The middle-aged man who looked like a scholar with slightly white temples smiled and said: "Junior Brother He, it's not my fault that Junior Sister Qiuyue is angry about this. It's really what you did that was unkind."
When meeting this person, even if it is He Zhe, they must salute obediently with swords in both hands: "He Zhe, I have met senior brother."
This middle-aged man with slightly white temples is the eldest brother among the Seven Swords of the Red Sun of this generation, Ning Di.
The angry woman came with a sword, came to He Zhe and grabbed him by the collar. She couldn't help but lift He Zhe up.
"He, what's the matter? You don't treat me like a dish, do you?"
"I think you don't want to let it go, huh?"
He Zhe's eyelids twitched wildly. The beautiful woman with an "excellent" temperament in front of him was none other than his mountain Taoist companion.
At the same time, she is also his junior sister and one of the Seven Swords of Chiyang.
In the blink of an eye, four of the Seven Swords of Chiyang appeared...
Murong Xingzhou's expression suddenly became extremely solemn.
The current sect leader of the Chiyang Sword Sect has been in seclusion for many years, and it has been this senior brother Ning Di who has been in charge of the sect's affairs for so many years.
His appearance basically represents the entire Chiyang Sword Sect...
