Mount Heng, above Guanjian Lake.
"Wow!"
The sword energy around Jian Zong's body was suddenly released, and an unparalleled force of sword intention bloomed in the void. The lake below seemed to be sensed, and a huge vortex exploded, causing huge ripples and surging in all directions.
Nie Tian suddenly felt the pressure of the sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he retreated thousands of meters away.
Jian Zong's kendo strength exceeded his expectations. Even though it was slightly inferior to Yang Shen Sword Emperor, it was definitely not inferior to Sword Demon Yin Feng Wuwo.
However, Nie Tian could also see that the terrain of Hengshan Mountain and the Guanjian Lake below greatly improved the swordsmanship of the Sword Sect.
This is why Jian Zong is confident. In Hengshan, she is invincible!
The sword's intention was like a wave, causing huge waves in the air.
Prisoner Kuhai is in the sword wave. His short and thin figure looks extremely thin, but he is as calm as a mountain and as motionless as a clock.
"Jian Zong, your sword intent, even without the bonus of Hengshan's sword power, is no less than that of the old Jian Zong back then."
Ku Hai spoke lightly, and when his voice fell, a bloody sea of blood appeared behind him. It was like a curtain, covering the sky and the sun, making the surrounding world fall into a dark red.
After the blood sea appeared, the vast sword wave in the void was suppressed, and the sword power was reduced by three points.
"The Blood Demon Ancestor's sea of blood is truly worthy of his reputation."
Jian Zong spoke majestically, the sword power around him surged like a mountain, and the world shook endlessly.
"Lord Jian Zong is too praiseworthy."
Kuhai's expression was dull, but he added a bit of indifference, and said loudly: "Back then, in the battle between the prisoner and the old sword sect, he used the eighth-level blood sea to surge into the sky, seriously injuring the old sword sect."
"The eighth level!"
Jian Zong's beautiful eyes couldn't help but condense, and said: "Now, how far can you exert the blood sea to the sky?"
"Ninth level!"
Kuhai's eyes darkened slightly, and a strange look clearly flashed through his eyes, and he said: "This fight is helpless, but the prisoner is entrusted by the Prison Suppression Society and has to fight with all his strength."
"But Lord Jian Zong, don't have any scruples. If you have the strength of that person back then, you can break through the blood sea of the ninth level of Prisoner."
"That person?"
Jian Zong's expression changed slightly and he said, "Are you talking about Donghuang Zhengrong?"
"Exactly."
Kuhai nodded, and there was a long look in his eyes, as if he had recalled many things, and said: "The prisoner fought against Donghuang that day, and it can be said that he was completely defeated."
"With just one strike of his sword, the prisoner felt like stars were falling from the sky. That kind of endless pressure still makes the prisoner feel frightened even now."
"Although he didn't say a word at that time, the prisoner could tell that he came to avenge the old sword sect."
"It's just that the prisoner still hasn't figured out why he wanted to keep the prisoner alive."
Jian Zong's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he was also touched in his heart.
It turned out that in that battle, Donghuang Zhengrong seriously injured the Blood Demon Ancestor with one sword.
In fact, Jianzong didn't know much about Donghuang Zhengrong. He only knew that he had a master-disciple relationship with the old Jianzong.
Perhaps when Dong Huang Zhengrong approached the Blood Demon Ancestor, it was indeed to avenge the old Sword Sect.
But why didn't he kill the Blood Demon Ancestor?
"Donghuang is the only strong man the prisoner has ever seen."
Kuhai had obviously recalled many things, and there was a sense of yearning in his eyes as he said: "Looking at the seven hell realms, if anyone can fight against the Eastern Emperor, it may only be the president."
"President of the Prison Suppression Guild, the Great Prison Lord!"
Jian Zong's eyes trembled again, and his heart was shocked beyond words.
The president of the Prison Suppression Association is respected by the world as the Great Prison Lord and is recognized as the most powerful person in the seven prison circles.
Kuhai actually said that among the seven realms, only the Great Prison Master could fight against the Eastern Emperor, which shows his high regard for the Eastern Emperor.
Even, from his words, one can vaguely feel that in his eyes, even the Great Prison Lord may not be a formidable opponent of the Eastern Emperor.
"Lord Jian Zong, let's stop chatting here. Now you can draw your sword."
At this time, Kuhai raised his head slightly, his eyes filled with extreme and firm calmness, like a deep well in an ancient pool without any waves in sight.
"good!"
Jian Zong shrank his pupils and shouted coldly. The sword energy around him suddenly surged to the extreme. The surrounding mountains and the lake at his feet suddenly began to shake violently, as if they could not withstand the huge fluctuations of sword energy and were on the verge of collapse.
"What a sword!"
Kuhai couldn't help but exclaim, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes, but instead there was an indescribable excitement.
Ever since his battle with Donghuang Zhengrong, he had never been as interested as he was now.
"The Hengshan Sword Immortal, cuts the sky with one sword!"
At this moment, Jian Zong shouted low, but he did not see the sword coming out. Instead, he gently pointed it out with one finger. Suddenly, the endless sword intent in the surrounding void suddenly gathered, and instantly condensed into a blazing white sword. The sword of intention.
"Chi chi chi..."
The sword of sword intention is not grand, but its fierceness reaches the extreme. Wherever it passes, even the void is torn apart, making a dazzling sound.
Nie Tianyuan was tens of thousands of meters away, but he could still feel the sharpness of the sword, which made him moved.
He believed that this sword with sword intent, let alone an ordinary shield, might not be able to withstand it even if it was a mountain of ten thousand feet.
Can the sea of blood in the sea of suffering be able to block this ultimate sword?
"The ninth level of the sea of blood, nine thousand waves of blood!"
At this moment, Kuhai made a move, clasped his hands together, and suddenly withdrew toward his chest.
"Rumble..."
Suddenly, the endless sea of blood behind him surged up, like an endless red snake, and looked extremely horrifying.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
Immediately, amidst the churning of the sea of blood, nine thousand waves of blood connected together to form nine huge shields of blood waves, like the Bloody Great Wall, stretching between heaven and earth.
"boom!"
And in the next moment, the sword of sword intention arrived, and when it touched the first wave of blood shield, the shield shattered and turned into a wave of blood.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
…
Immediately afterwards, the second shield, the third shield..., and the eighth shield all collapsed.
"Buzz!"
However, when the ninth shield was reached, the sword intention suddenly stagnated, and a shrill sword roar was heard, and the offensive was suddenly weakened by seven points.
"Crack! Click, click, click..."
At this moment, the ninth shield also made a crisp sound, and then cracked in all directions like a spider web.
As the sword of sword intention approached, Kuhai's expression became more solemn.
"boom!"
Finally, the ninth shield failed to block the sword and suddenly shattered.
"puff!"
The sword came suddenly and pierced Kuhai's chest, but it was already at the end of its strength and could not make any further progress.
Kuhai's body shook, and the sword of Sword Intention suddenly shattered and turned into sword energy and dissipated.
"Thank you, Master Jianzong, for showing mercy."
Ku Hai stabilized his body, took a deep breath, looked at the blood on his chest, and bowed deeply to Jian Zong, feeling very grateful.
