Thousands of swords roar like dragons.
Countless divine swords seemed to have been summoned from ancient times.
Follow some kind of eternal agreement.
At that time, he woke up from a thousand-year slumber and rose from the Yaoguang Sword Pond.
The guy responsible for guarding the sword pool is an old man in his eighties.
Before the sound of the sword sounded, he was lying in the thatched hut he had set up, closing his eyes and taking a nap.
The sudden sound of swords made the old man wake up from his bed, and he almost rolled out of the thatched cottage.
But when he stood up in a hurry and looked above his head.
The divine swords all over the sky surged across the sky like a waterfall of silver light, heading down the mountain.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his body began to tremble.
"The Yaoguang sword rises..."
"The spirit penetrates the divine sky!"
"The Yaoguang sword rises, and the spirit penetrates the divine sky!!!"
He said loudly, and knelt on the ground with a thump, his expression pious.
…
Yu Wenhan looked at Meng Ziliang's outstretched hand, and also watched the sword intent pouring out of his fingertips rush towards Tianchi Cliff at that time.
He frowned and looked at Zheng Jingtong and others beside him.
Everyone nodded one after another, seeing each other's determination in each other's eyes.
"Since Sword Ancestor insists on having his own way, we can only offend him!" Yu Wenhan said with a gloomy expression.
As he spoke these words, he took a step forward. Zheng Jing and others behind him all pulled out their respective swords. Everyone present was a sword cultivator in the Nine Realms. They held the Tiangang Divine Sword in their hands. The sword intent gained through hard training and the power in the sword were all activated. For a moment, the vast sword intent and spiritual power blended into a terrifying energy that could nearly destroy the city and open the mountain.
They held this power and were about to kill Meng Ziliang.
Meng Ziliang saw this scene in his eyes. There was no solemnity in his eyes when facing a strong enemy, nor was there the contempt when facing a weak one. There was just a touch of disappointment in his eyes.
His other hand was raised at this moment, and the surging sword intent condensed in his palm, and he was about to collide with Yu Wenhan and others who were coming to kill him.
But at this moment, a red figure suddenly rushed out from Yuwen Han and his group at a faster speed and came to Meng Ziliang, but he did not stab Meng Ziliang with the sword in his hand, but At this moment, he turned around and faced Yu Wenhan and others. The sword in his hand vibrated, and the billowing sword intent surged out, heading towards Yu Wenhan and others.
Everyone's hearts trembled, not expecting this.
The swords of the two collided, and the red-clothed figure was unable to defeat the four hands with its fists, and retreated several steps.
He had to strike the ground with his sword and create a several-meter-long ravine on the ground before he could stabilize his body.
Meng Ziliang was stunned and looked at the old man in red with some surprise.
"Mu Nanshan! You are really a traitor!" Yu Wenhan and others stopped their offensive and looked at the old man with angry eyes.
Mu Nanshan stood up straight and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Then he put his sword on his shoulder and looked at Yu Wenhan and others with disdain: "Traitor?"
"Who is betraying?"
Mu Nanshan squinted his eyes and looked at Yu Wenhan and asked, "Is this His Highness King Wu, whom Yu Wenhan has longed for?"
Then he looked at Fu Zhengliang: "Or is it the elder Fu Xuance who is dedicated to immortality above you?"
After that, he looked past the crowd and looked behind them at the hooded figure with his head lowered. Mu Nanshan's voice suddenly increased several times at that time, and he asked angrily, "Is it the one behind you who was brought out from Wuling City?" The bastard?!"
Mu Nanshan's angry rebuke made Yu Wenhan and others' expressions change, and they looked ugly.
"What... is your name?" At this moment, Meng Ziliang's voice suddenly sounded from behind Mu Nanshan.
Mu Nanshan turned around when he heard the sound and looked at the young man who was only eighteen or nineteen years old. He bowed his hands and said respectfully: "Disciple Mu Nanshan. The current master of Shenhe Peak."
"The Sword Ancestor has made a motto in peace. As long as the disciples are still breathing, they will never let these unscrupulous descendants disturb the Sword Ancestor for a moment."
"You are no match for them, you will die if we fight." Meng Ziliang said softly.
Faced with these words, Mu Nanshan just smiled faintly.
"Back then, Yu Wenhan deceived three thousand of my disciples from Shenhe Peak into the ghost forest in southern Xinjiang in order to bring this bastard into Tianxuan Mountain. A total of three thousand people! Only one disciple came back alive. With this tone, the disciple suppressed ten I’ve been waiting for today for two years!”
"It's just death, what's there to be afraid of?"
Meng Ziliang blinked and seemed to remember something: "Is Sun Li a disciple?"
Mu Nanshan was also stunned, then nodded and said: "Exactly."
"He... is very good." After Meng Ziliang said that, he looked at Mu Nanshan and said, "You are also very good."
"After this fight, I'll buy you a drink."
Mu Nanshan also grinned when he heard this: "It's a deal."
After saying that, he turned around and looked at Yu Wenhan and the others. At that moment, his whole body was filled with sword intent.
At this moment, sword sounds rang out, and everyone was stunned. They looked up and saw countless divine swords flying out of the Yaoguang Sword Pond, turning into streams of light and rushing down the mountain.
The scene can be described as overwhelming and majestic.
This made everyone present stunned.
"It seems that your master has arrived, but unfortunately, my master has also arrived."
"Yu Wenhan, let's give it a try and see if we finish the fight first or they finish the fight first?" Mu Nanshan said, without any hesitation, he activated the sword intent in the sky, and he rushed into the five people's circle alone. In the sword formation, they started fighting.
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The divine swords all over the sky came pouring down the mountain road like the Milky Way, and came behind Nangong Yunfu.
They hovered above Nangong Yunfu's head, and the sword kept trembling slightly, as if they were stirring something.
Chu Qingxiao and Meng Jin were both shocked by the scene in front of them and were dumbfounded.
Outer gods come to the world, divine peaks are destroyed, gods are reincarnated, and King Wu comes in person.
Chu Qingxiao saw these scenes that ordinary people would never see in a lifetime in less than a day.
Logically speaking, Chu Qingxiao should have been a little numb at this moment, but the sight of divine swords rushing all over the sky still shook Chu Qingxiao's mind.
He felt that with the appearance of these divine swords, the original sword intent given by Meng Ziliang in his body seemed to resonate with it. The sword intent began to surge around him, and at the same time, there were also wisps of sword intent in the sky-filled divine swords. Subtle sword intent surged into Chu Qingxiao's body.
But at this moment, neither Qin Huan nor Nangong Yunfu noticed this.
In fact, even Chu Qingxiao himself was focused on the battle that was about to begin. He just felt that the sword intention in his body was a little strange, but he did not notice what happened.
"It is said that there are three sword ancestors in Tianxuan Mountain, one is Lu Suxing. Their swordsmanship can reach the gods and they can cut mountains and cut off water with one sword."
"The second one is Bai Xuanling. His swordsmanship is exquisite. He can pick the stars and the moon."
"The third one is called Linyao Pond. It can summon thousands of flying swords, and one person can block ten thousand enemies."
"When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation." Qin Huan raised his head and looked at the dense flying swords behind Nangong Yunfu. There was no fear on his face, but a look of appreciation on his face.
"Qin Huan, if you want to go this way, you must first cross my sword. Please teach me!" Nangong Yunfu ignored Qin Huan's mouth, and didn't know whether it was a mockery or an exaggeration. Instead, she stretched out her hand and said in a cold voice, accompanied by a rolling murderous intent. The essence of the sword surged together.
"Okay! Today, I want to have a good look at your abilities as an ancestor of the Xuanjian Ancestor!"
King Wu said loudly, and immediately his body trembled, his green shirt fluttered, and he immediately stepped out. Where the toes landed, the stone slabs on the steps shattered, and the fragments raised by the energy turned into streams of light and rushed towards Nangong Yunfu.
Nangong Yunfu frowned, not daring to be careless. She formed a mark on one hand, and hundreds of flying swords came out from behind her.
You must know that these flying swords are also spiritual sword-level weapons after all, and they have been immersed in the Yaoguang Sword Pool for many years, and their power is huge. However, when these flying swords hit the gravel that Qin Huan seemed to have randomly inspired, they emitted sounds one after another. With crisp sounds, some were broken and fell into the ground, while others collapsed directly on the spot.
"I have been fighting with the army since I was a child. I have never learned any swordsmanship or boxing skills. I have acquired all my skills by fighting with others on the battlefield."
Qin Huanze took another step at this time and climbed another step.
But this time, the aura around him was even more majestic. The trees on both sides of the mountain road swayed, and large swaths of leaves were scraped off by the aura around him, and then flew towards Nangong Yunfu.
Nangong Yunfu obviously realized that Qin Huan's combat power was more terrifying than she imagined. Her eyes narrowed and the seal in her hand became more urgent.
This time, thousands of flying swords shot out again, facing the flying leaves.
Nangong Yunfu intentionally wrapped more sword intent and spiritual power on those flying swords.
But there was no change in the result. Thousands of spiritual swords were cut off by those ordinary leaves one by one and fell to the ground.
The two fought for less than ten breaths, and she lost a thousand spiritual swords. At this moment, the mountain road was full of broken swords, like a mass grave.
Qin Huan seemed to be accustomed to this scene.
"I've probably killed too many people. I often see innocent ghosts asking for their lives in my dreams."
"I will go to Lion Rock and ask the Living Buddha to interpret my dream."
"Haha, what's funny is that that bald donkey actually made me put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately?"
"Haha, I am King Wu. Without the butcher knife in my hand, all life would have been ruined in this summer. If I put down the knife, wouldn't it mean that the Northern Wei Dynasty would enter Longjiang City again? Let the princes from all over the world start fighting again?"
"The number of people who died is countless times greater than the number of people I killed."
"From that moment on, I knew that Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism were all lies."
"As long as you can kill enough and be ruthless enough, everyone in the world will be afraid of you! Afraid of you!"
"The world should be a world of kings."
"After I understood this truth, I realized my technique!"
Qin Huan said and took another step.
And this step was as heavy as a thousand stones. When it fell, the entire Tianxuan Mountain seemed to be trembling.
At the same time, behind him, the shadows of nine huge blue dragons suddenly appeared.
He looked at the pale Nangong Yunfu with a smile and said.
"This technique of mine is called Nine Kills to Stop the Fight!"
"Please give me advice from Sword Ancestor!"
As soon as he said these words, the voice of Canglong looked up to the sky and roared, and immediately attacked Nangong Yunfu...
