During the trip to explore the ruins, there were a total of thirteen elders of the "Tianjian Villa" who died under the trap of the "Dark Temple", many of whom were top masters at the Taoist Spirit Master level.
The conditions of the other five holy places are also similar. It can be said that they have suffered heavy losses and suffered severe injuries.
Among all the elders who passed away, the one that the "Sage of Heavenly Sword" feels the most regretful and saddened by is undoubtedly Jian Feiyang, who is only in his early sixties.
Shen Wei attained enlightenment at the age of sixty-nine, astonishing the entire cultivation world, and even gained the lofty status of the master of the three halls of the "Dark Temple".
By analogy, if the sword that successfully comprehended the Dao at the age of fifty-five had not died prematurely, the future would have been absolutely limitless, and it would not have been impossible to reach the supreme realm of a saint.
Even among all the geniuses in the Seven Holy Lands, such a young Taoist Spirit Master is rare.
It can be said that in the hearts of the Heavenly Sword Saints, there is more or less the idea of cultivating Jian Feiyang as his successor.
Therefore, the moment he heard the news of Jian Feiyang's death, his mood was almost shaken, and the aftermath of the aura emanating from his body almost lifted half of the mountain.
"Old Jian, long time no see."
With a smile on his face, Mo Disheng seemed to turn a blind eye to the anger in the eyes of the Heavenly Sword Saint, and greeted him very naturally.
"Kill all the elders of my 'Tianjian Villa', and you still have the guts to show up!" The voice of the Heavenly Sword Saint was cold, and the sword intent lingering around him spread out, and an area of dozens of feet in radius was instantly filled with boundless sharpness. shrouded.
Jian Xingluo felt his skin tingle. Even though the saint's momentum was not directed at him, it still made this top-notch spiritual master feel extremely uncomfortable. He hurriedly backed away from the distance, fearing that someone might not be there. Shen was involved in the fight between the two saints and became a river fish at the burning city gate.
This old man has actually improved a lot in his cultivation!
Mo Disheng felt the sharpness spreading in the air, with a calm expression on his face, but he was shocked in his heart.
It should be noted that when you reach the realm of saints, it is extremely difficult to make any progress in your cultivation. Therefore, although the seven saints have become saints in succession, their strengths are not far apart. When it comes to fighting alone, no one dares to fight against the other. He said he was sure of victory.
However, at this time, he felt the aura of the Heavenly Sword Saint, actually faintly pressing down on him.
This also means that this old rival has already found a way forward. For Mo Disheng, who is also the genius of the world, this is undoubtedly a heavy psychological blow.
"You're still so irritable!" He tried to calm down, keeping a faint smile on his face, "You don't know how to restrain yourself at all."
"You have changed." The murderous intention in the Heavenly Sword Saint became more intense and almost turned into reality. "The person who killed me dared to appear in the 'Tianjian Villa' instead of hiding in the 'Dark Temple'." ', you've become stupid."
Although his words were sharp, he did not act rashly.
Just then, Mo Disheng suddenly appeared in front of him. With the cultivation of the Heavenly Sword Saint, he was unable to sense how the other party was approaching. This unknown mystery made him unconsciously wary.
"Really?" Mo Disheng suddenly clapped his hands, "So what?"
Accompanied by crisp applause, two white figures suddenly appeared in the sky, hanging on his left and right respectively. The same white robes, the same chest pattern, only the golden "二" and "二" above the "swastika" pattern. "Three", indicating and distinguishing the identities of the two people.
It was Li Tiandi, the master of the second hall of the "Dark Temple", and Shen Wei, the master of the third hall.
saint!
Three saints!
Feeling the aura of these two people, the Heavenly Sword Saint finally couldn't help but change his expression.
"I see. No wonder you took action against the Six Holy Lands." He murmured, "You still dare to appear in front of me. What you want is not small!"
"I know now that it's too late." Mo Disheng took a step forward, "The era of the Seven Holy Lands has passed. When you get to the underworld, repent for your arrogance!"
He slowly raised his arms from the left and right sides, endless black flames swept across all directions, and the scorching breath instantly enveloped the entire "Tianjian Villa".
The fierce flames turned into black fire dragons, roaming wildly in the mountains, destroying wantonly. Wherever they went, whether they were living birds, beasts, plants, or lifeless stones and soil, they were all burned to ashes, just like a natural disaster that would destroy the world. He came to the world to bring the final message to the entire Tianjian Mountain Range.
Forced by the violent black flames, white figures jumped out from the messy buildings in Tianjian Mountain Range, leaped into the sky, and dodged awkwardly. They were the disciples and spiritual elders of Tianjian Villa.
However, these figures had just risen into the air, but they fell down one after another. In the powerful saint domain of the Dark Temple Lord Merdisheng, they were completely unable to activate their spiritual power.
Some slow runners were overtaken by the black flames before they even jumped into the air. If they were even a little bit contaminated, their skin and bones would be instantly reduced to ashes, leaving them without the slightest resistance.
The entire mountain range suddenly exclaimed and groaned. These powerful sword cultivators, who had never put the world's cultivators in their eyes, were now like little white rabbits being chased by wolves, looking extremely fragile and vulnerable. hit.
"How dare you, thief!"
When the Heavenly Sword Saint saw his disciples being brutally slaughtered, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He shouted loudly and stood up from the ground. His whole body was like an unsheathed sword. His invincible sharpness was overwhelming and scattered in all directions. Wherever he passed, black flames burst out. To retreat is like meeting a nemesis.
The index and middle fingers of his right hand came together, and he tapped Mo Disheng lightly. A white sword light spurted out from the fingertips. With indomitable determination, he instantly broke through the black flames and went straight to the chest of the Dark Temple Master. go.
"Well done!"
Mo Disheng's eyes widened, and he raised his right hand high, with a small black flame coming out of his palm.
As soon as the flame came out, a raging heat wave instantly filled the sky, and the temperature of the entire mountain range suddenly increased a lot. It seemed like a small flame, but it seemed to contain irresistible terrifying destructive power.
He thrust his right arm forward, and the flames in his palm collided head-on with the white sword light.
"boom!"
The sharpest sword energy in the world met the most powerful destructive power in the world. Dazzling light spread across the sky, and a terrifying momentum swept across all directions. The surrounding birds, animals, houses, plants, and even the mountains were all swallowed up by the strong light. Hot black sparks scattered in all directions, sharp sword energy flowed everywhere, and the sound of "crackling" was endless.
Under the agitation of the two forces, even time and space began to distort. A battle between the most powerful people actually created a terrifying scene like the end of the world, which made everyone in the distance tremble with fear and send chills down their spines.
"Jian Xingluo, what's going on?"
The Great Elder Jian Yicheng saw his old enemy Jian Xingluo and couldn't help but asked sharply.
"What are you yelling at me for?"
At this critical moment, Jian Xingluo didn't forget to reply, "It's the 'Dark Temple' knocking on the door. If you can, go and yell at Mo Disheng!"
"What, Dark Temple!" Jian Yicheng was startled, "How dare they?"
He has always believed that the strength of "Tianjian Villa" ranks first among the seven holy places, and has never put the "Dark Temple" in his eyes.
In his opinion, if "Tianjian Villa" did not attack the "Dark Temple", Mo Disheng should be grateful to God, worship Buddha and burn incense. Now that he heard that the other party actually took the initiative to kill him, he immediately felt like he had heard the fantasy. I almost couldn't believe my ears.
"If I read it correctly, Emperor Li Tian and Shen Wei should have broken through!" Jian Xingluo said seriously, "The 'Dark Temple' now probably has three saints."
"Fart!" Jian Yicheng yelled, "Do you think I am a three-year-old child? If it is so easy to break through the saint realm, how can there be only seven saints in the world?"
"I'm telling you this kindly, it's fine if you don't appreciate it, why are you still swearing!" Jian Xingluo said angrily, "Since you don't believe it, then go and compete with Emperor Li Tian now!"
Jian Yicheng's heart trembled, and a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged into his heart.
He had been arguing with Jian Xingluo for most of his life, and he knew this old enemy's temperament very well, and he had already believed it for a long time.
When he thought that the enemy had three saints, the great elder felt powerless for the first time in his life. He felt that the chance of winning this battle was really slim.
"It's already this time, do you two senior brothers still want to quarrel?" A gentle voice came from my ear, "We are facing a formidable enemy, and it's time for you and I to work together to tide over the difficulties."
"Junior sister!"
The two of them turned their heads at the same time, and saw a woman in white with a delicate appearance and a gentle expression standing pretty behind her. Although she seemed to be middle-aged, her posture was still elegant and her charm was still there.
This woman in white is naturally their common sweetheart, Jian Qingmei, who is also the elder of "Tianjian Villa".
"What the junior sister said is absolutely true. It's just a battle between saints, and it's far beyond the spiritual master's ability to intervene." Jian Yicheng's tone softened instantly, staring at the dazzling light in the distance, frowning and saying, "In addition to watching the battle, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.”
Jian Xingluo wanted to refute, and searched for a long time, but could not find any suitable reason, so he had to put on a bitter face and glared at Jian Yicheng, as if he wanted to make him surrender with his eyes.
"With one against three, even a sword cultivator has no chance of winning." Jian Qingmei said softly, "Defeat is not terrible. What I worry about is that the saint has a stubborn temper and is unwilling to escape, so he lost his life in vain."
"That's right, our swordsmanship emphasizes moving forward in an unstoppable way, and the sword can defeat all methods." Jian Yicheng nodded and said, "If the enemy is so powerful that we stay closed and don't fight, I'm afraid it will have an impact on the saint's state of mind."
"Damn 'Dark Temple'!" Sword Star Luo said bitterly, "If there is something wrong with the saint, I will definitely attack the land of chaos in the future and chop all these offal into mincemeat!"
"Senior Brother Xingluo, I'm afraid you don't understand." Jian Qingmei sighed, "The moment the saint fell, it was the time when our 'Tianjian Villa' was destroyed. Mo Disheng will never let anyone go. It belongs to the disciples of the Villa."
As soon as these words came out, Jian Yicheng and Jian Xingluo both changed their expressions, suddenly realizing the seriousness of the problem.
"Then, what should we do?" Jian Xingluo showed an anxious look on his face.
"With the saint's cultivation, if he wants to leave, no one can stop him." Jian Qingmei continued, "What we have to do is to make him remember this. After all, he has not experienced this for too long. It feels like defeat.”
Jian Yicheng and Jian Xingluo looked at each other. The two love rivals who were about to quarrel when they met could actually read each other's thoughts just through eye contact.
The next moment, the two of them raised their swords at the same time, and the vast and sharp sword intent instantly pierced the sky...
At this time, the bright light caused by the head-on confrontation between the two saints gradually dissipated, and what everyone saw was a vast desolation.
Everything within a radius of tens to hundreds of feet was flattened by the spiritual power of the two people, and even the mountains were sunken several feet downward. There was nothing left in the entire area. The only thing that remained were the sword marks and sword marks on the ground. A charred pit of blue smoke.
The Heavenly Sword Saint stood proudly in the sky, with a calm expression on his face, and sharp light shot out from his eyes. The sword intent that filled the surrounding area became more and more powerful.
Although the smile on Merdisheng's face is still there, his complexion is slightly pale. If you look closely, you can see that his right hand is trembling slightly. The hem of the robe is no longer flat, but has an irregular geometric shape. It was like someone had cut it randomly with scissors.
"You are really amazing, old man!" Mo Disheng stared at his right hand for a long time, and finally sighed, "I am not as good as you when fighting alone."
The Heavenly Sword Saint did not answer, but slowly raised his right hand, his piercing eyes showing endless fighting intent.
"It's a pity that I'm not here to have a fair duel with you." Mo Disheng said again, "but to take your life."
"You can give it a try!" The Heavenly Sword Saint made two fingers together and pointed at Mo Disheng from a distance. His words were full of confidence.
"Come on!" Mo Disheng greeted the two people behind him.
Emperor Li Tian and Shen Wei each took a step to the left and right. The movement seemed small, but they instantly appeared behind the Heavenly Sword Saint. The three palace masters stood in a row and surrounded him in the center.
"I only know how to fight for fame and wealth, but I don't know how to devote myself to cultivation and pursue the supreme road." A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the Heavenly Sword Saint, "What can such weak people do to me even if ten more of them come?"
"Really?" Mo Disheng smiled slightly and stopped arguing. He just raised his right hand, and a ball of terrifying spiritual flames emerged from his palm again, hitting the Heavenly Sword Saint fiercely.
At the same time, Emperor Li Tian and Shen Wei also expanded their "domains" respectively. The domains of the three saints overlapped each other and cooperated with each other tacitly to press hard against the Heavenly Sword Saint.
"Seven forms of Heavenly Sword!"
The Heavenly Sword Saint felt the pressure increase suddenly, and he no longer dared to hold anything back. He shouted sharply, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and formed a mysterious sword technique.
Seven black spiritual swords with simple shapes and astonishing momentum instantly appeared in the sky, each one as tall as two adults.
The seven spiritual swords rotated rapidly around his body, and soon built a spiritual field, crushing the auras released by the three of Merdisheng.
"go!"
The index finger of the Heavenly Sword Saint suddenly pointed forward. As if he had received an order, the seven spiritual swords instantly divided into three groups and shot out in three directions.
With one against three, he didn't even think about defending, but instead took the initiative to attack the three opponents!
Seeing the astonishing power of this move, Mo Disheng did not dare to underestimate the enemy. The black flame of spiritual power in his palm suddenly jumped violently and fiercely faced the three spiritual swords coming from the front.
Emperor Li Tian raised his right hand in front of his chest, and a black flame suddenly burst out from his palm, turning into a long spiritual sword. He faced the two spiritual swords fired by the enemy without fear.
Shen Wei sneered, raised his right palm, and his spiritual power transformed into a huge black dragon in front of him, with red eyes and flames spitting out from his mouth, and he bit the two oncoming spiritual swords hard.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The sound of spiritual energy colliding loudly erupted in the air again, and the brilliant and dazzling light completely enveloped the three people, making it impossible to see clearly the battle situation. Even more powerful air waves rushed in all directions, forcing them to The disciples of "Tianjian Villa" had to retreat again, almost hiding outside the scope of Tianjian Villa.
Only Jian Yicheng and the other three still held their swords high and stood firm, building up their momentum and seeming ready to take action at any time.
After the strong light dissipated, the three palace masters' chests heaved and panted slightly, looking quite tired.
The Heavenly Sword Saint still looked as normal, but a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth revealed his true situation.
The strongest swordsman in the world had suffered internal injuries under the siege of three people.
"Don't give him a chance to breathe!" Mo Disheng waved his palm upward again. The other two palace masters were reminded by him, and they also used their own unique skills to hit the Heavenly Sword Saint fiercely.
The fierce battle between the four saints broke out again, and the momentum created could almost be described as overwhelming and devastating. It was clearly one against three. The four of them fought for more than a moment, but there was still going back and forth, and no winner could be determined. burden.
However, many careful elders in the distance discovered that the circle surrounded by the three masters of the "Dark Temple" was gradually shrinking, and the space left for the Heavenly Sword Saint was getting smaller and smaller.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if the fight continues like this, the ultimate loser will undoubtedly be the Heavenly Sword Saint.
Everyone's mood became increasingly depressed, and an ominous shadow gradually enveloped their hearts.
"Do it!"
At this moment, Great Elder Jian Yicheng suddenly burst out with a roar.
Immediately afterwards, the three elders of "Tianjian Villa" raised their swords at the same time, and their bodies turned into three white rays of light, which shot towards the direction where the four saints were fighting at a speed that was almost difficult to catch with the naked eye.
