"Junior brother..." Jian Wuxiu picked up Jian Wubo and quickly searched deep into the back mountain.
In the chaotic forest, the breath of spring is very strong, but today there is no one to appreciate the Beixuan Sword Sect.
There was a violent roar in the sky.
Lu Changxiao was invincible with his sound sword, but the death of the Second Heavenly King seemed to have stimulated the Eight Heavenly Kings. The masked man's eyes were like a wild beast, completely awakened, and the heart-stopping power shot through the sky.
Let the color of the flute change. While playing the flute, he hurriedly changed his body shape and passed between the two rays of light.
Zila...
Ren Gandi felt as if two terrible traces were passing through his eyes, completely splitting Ren Gandi's front and back.
Ren Gandi couldn't imagine that if these two rays of light hit him, he would be a dead person at this moment.
"It's so scary..." Ren Gandi felt uneasy in his heart, but he showed no intention of stopping.
This jade flute has been cultivated for hundreds of years. Once it is played, Ren Gandi does not want it to stop, otherwise the centuries of cultivation will be in vain.
A hundred years of warmth and nourishment, just for this sword.
Rengandi will never allow errors to be found.
Of the seven strong men, one of them was dead or alive, one had lost the strength to fight again, and more than 5,000 lives of the Beixuan Sword Sect had become corpses because of the arrival of eight people. Ren Gandi's heart was bleeding.
Even if God wants to destroy our Beixuan Sword Sect, we must let the killing sword safely obtain its master.
Let the flute play the jade flute and the music becomes tight, exuding all kinds of brilliant sounds, transforming into a terrifying murderous sword, slashing towards the masked man.
Hoho…
The sound pierced the air, speeding a hundred feet, and instantly arrived in front of the masked man.
"Not overestimating one's own capabilities..." The masked man snorted coldly, his eyes flashed, and two dark red rays of light emitted again. At the same time, the magic wheel in his hand whizzed with the flash of light.
The dark red light, hiding the terrifying power, met the Sword of Rhythm.
Ding! Ding! Ding……
A series of metallic clashing sounds.
The sound of the jade flute became more and more turbulent, like a waterfall, pouring down and continuing.
The brief confrontation, the distance of a hundred feet, ripples, the ripples formed by the collision of forces, shaking a hundred miles in radius.
Suddenly, Yuxiao's voice became passionate, like thousands of troops galloping, and hundreds of sword lights came from all directions in an instant.
The jade flute that had been cultivated for hundreds of years by Ren Qiandi was so powerful that it was hard to match. Although the masked man's eyes were captivating, it was still unable to defeat the effect of the centuries of cultivation.
There was blood in the corners of his eyes.
However, after the eyes seemed to be moistened by blood, they became even more sinister, and the dark red light evolved to a deeper level.
It has turned purple, and it is extremely scary under the sunlight.
Under the control of his hands, the magic wheel formed a protective shield with a radius of two feet. The masked man firmly protected himself, his eyes suddenly stopped.
His eyes were closed tightly, and there were blood stains left at the corners of his eyes, hanging on his face. Under the long hair, there is like a ghost, and the eerie aura makes people shudder.
"No, I'm afraid Ren Gandi will be defeated..." The wine elder's face was red, but he was holding a jar of wine in his hand. He seemed to be a little drunk, but at this moment, his mind was extremely clear.
"No, his law of jade flute is much more than that. I believe him..." Since Wang Zhuqin brought Yang Ning to the Sword Tomb, he immediately returned to help. However, at this moment, of the seven people, only five were left. In the air, I can't help but feel a little lonely, but at this moment, I have strong confidence in Ren Gandi.
Ren Gandi, who was controlling the music, seemed to be aware of the change in the masked man, knowing that he was concentrating on a decisive blow. The hand holding the jade flute suddenly moved quickly again, and the sword light changed with the music, like a rain of light, the mysterious sword. The mystery completely enveloped a hundred miles radius.
Since it's a fight, I'll give you a blow.
Ren Qiandi's heart skipped a beat and he took a deep breath. At the same time, Yuxiao's business stopped instantly.
It seems that the two of them have made an agreement.
The distance of a hundred feet suddenly became silent, and you could hear a needle drop.
Everything disappeared without a trace.
"It seems that Lao Wu, this is a fight with the opponent..." The Great Heavenly King's mouth was bleeding, but at this moment, he could no longer care about his own injuries, because after the two of them struck, the winner was about to be decided, and I'm afraid he would also Because this blow can mean the difference between life and death.
"Nine-Dian Envoy, what kind of sword is that sword you mentioned? Why don't people in Beixuan Sword Sect seem to know it..." The Great Heavenly King couldn't help but think of the Nine-Dian Envoy's explanation before they came to Beixuan Sword Sect.
"There are two artifacts in the entire Liuyun Kingdom, a mirror and a sword. I have learned about the mirror, but the sword has never appeared. Now I order the eight of you to fetch the sword." Jiu The Great Heavenly King also roughly understood the purpose of the Palace Envoys. In front of the interpretation of the Mirror of Creation, the Nine Palace Envoys suffered a big loss. If they wanted to dominate Liuyun Kingdom, they could only succeed by breaking through the mountain of Wuyinmen.
The envoy of the Nine Palaces wanted to use his sword to meet the mirror, so he took this action.
I originally thought that with the strength of the last five sects of Bei Xuanjian Sect, they would not be able to make any big waves, but at this moment...
The heart of the Great Heavenly King was also bleeding continuously.
The fourth child was no longer able to fight, and the second child was completely wiped out because of that terrifying sword.
All in all, this kind of loss is really too great.
"Fifth Brother..." The Eight Heavenly Kings were shrouded in black robes and could not see their true appearance.
One breath...
moment...
Half an hour later, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding and moved at the same time...
With his eyelids rolling, he seemed to be able to feel the power contained in it which made his heart palpitate.
The magic wheel returned to the hand, and everything was silent.
On the other side, Ren Gandi's eyes were closed, and at the same time, his long breathing finally stopped.
On the jade flute, the luster of jade is constantly flowing back and forth.
"One hundred...years...one...sword..."
As if remembering from the Nine Heavens, Ren Gandi finally made a move.
"Zi..."
A sharp voice sounded.
A terrible attack followed.
This is a sword without a hilt, only the blade...
Everything is ordinary, but the desperate power becomes more and more clear as it roars.
The strong wind whipped up the surrounding area, forming a terrifying torrent that struck towards the masked man a hundred feet away.
"A hundred years of warmth and nourishment, and once you draw your sword."
"The secret of Ren Gandi's sword has reached the strongest level in his life." Lu Changxiao turned his head with difficulty and saw the brilliance of this sword.
The jade-like sword light contained extremely strong destructive power, as if a sharp weapon that had not seen blood for many years would definitely see blood once it was shot.
This is the secret of the Hundred Years Sword.
A hundred years of hunger and thirst in exchange for drinking all the enemy's blood in one day. This is a cruel sword, but also an amazing sword.
Wow!
It felt like there was some kind of door that suddenly opened.
Eyes opened.
Like two blood curtains, but red and purple, they seemed to separate the sky, like two iron rods, sweeping across the entire sky.
Hiss...
The sky is shattering and annihilating!
Under the two extreme powers, the sky was finally overwhelmed and turned into nothingness.
The sun disappears and no light can shine in.
But the two of them never seemed to notice that two figures stood in the void, reflecting the sky. It seemed to disappear from the sky and appeared in a space that no one could touch.
"This..." Wang Guqin was surprised.
"Unexpectedly, the fifth brother actually touched the dimension at this moment..." The Great Heavenly King sighed.
Because the reason why the two people disappeared is because after the two people's power resonated, a certain dimension would appear, wrapping the two people and hiding them in the space.
This is a mysterious power that no one can touch easily, but today, it appears on the scene of both parties.
Zhi!
Desperate.
hiss!
It's scary.
They all mean to kill.
Snapped!
Crisp collision...
The two people appeared from the sky.
What followed was a terrifying aftermath.
Rumble…
It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling, a desperate force swept through the entire sky.
"Fifth brother..."
"Fifth brother..."
However, the eight heavenly kings at this moment were not happy at all.
Because there were once deep sword marks on the face of the masked man.
In the center of the eyebrow between the eyes.
There was no trace of life.
"Ren..." Ren Gandi's figure was lying flat, with two obvious holes in his chest, taking away Ren Gandi's life.
The corners of Cheng Liyun's eyes became moist as the wine grew.
As for the terrifying aftermath in the sky, no one paid attention to it.
"Dead?" Wang Guqin couldn't believe it.
The two of them went shopping and set off from the dimensional space at the same time and entered it. However, when they came out, they both came out sideways.
Both are defeated and both are dead.
A tragic record.
"Damn it..." Zhuge Chichi held the ruler in his hand and gritted his teeth.
But Ren Gandi could never wake up again.
There was unprecedented silence in the field.
It seemed that both parties were in deep pain at the same time.
The eight heavenly kings depended on each other for their lives. Although the journey was bloody, the eight of them were brothers and sisters. However, in today's battle, two of them died. Such an ending made the great king feel like a knife.
"Fifth brother..." He called softly, but there was no response.
"Till death!" The Four Heavenly Kings wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, their eyes were blood red, and their long lavender hair rose in vain with the momentum of their whole bodies.
"Till death!" Zhuge Chi came up with his ruler and fought with the Four Heavenly Kings.
"Kill!" Wang Guqin's eyes were blood red, and he was dancing with a medicine pestle in his hand, carrying wind and thunder at every turn...
Eight people fought, and blood spilled to the sky.
A tragic song from Beixuan Sword Sect was played completely.
On the other side, Jian Wuxiu grabbed Jian Wubo and galloped nearly a hundred feet. He seemed to be aware of it and flew down in the chaotic forest.
"The smell of blood..." Jian Wuxiu was alert, placed his junior brother aside, and began to search for the smell of blood.
"Here..." Jian Wuxiu finally found the source of the bloody smell.
"Is he the person who fought in the front mountain before?" Jian Wuxiu recognized the figure lying in a pool of blood. He was dressed in white, soaked in blood, and there was no movement at all.
"Senior?" Jian Wuxiu tried calling, but there was still no movement.
Jian Wuxiu gathered his courage and came forward.
"What?" Jian Wuxiu could hardly believe it, because this man's face was very familiar to him.
"Master?" Jian Wuxiu screamed.
A hundred years ago, the headmaster of Beixuan Sword Sect had not fallen, so how could he still be alive?
Jian Wuxiu hurriedly helped the man in white up, and at the same time channeled a stream of pure spiritual power.
"What's wrong, senior brother?" Jian Wubo asked.
"It's Master Jian Nian..." Jian Wuxiu tried his best to output his spiritual power. He felt that Jian Nian was still breathing and began to treat him.
"Master?" Jian Wubo struggled with his weak body and came closer.
"Master is not..." Jian Wubo did not continue. Seeing his senior brother being treated, he hurriedly helped. Although he was seriously injured, at this moment, it seemed that this master was even more miserable.
"Is this, they were injured?" Jian Wubo guessed in his mind. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at his senior brother's face, only to find that his senior brother was meticulous, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually disappeared.
