The overwhelming white sword energy swallowed up everyone's vision.
A dazzling brilliance illuminated the entire sky, forming a sword arc over Jinzhou. The aurora was like another layer of sky, facing the sky at this time.
Under this sword.
The disciples of the Blood God Sect, Ten Thousand Poison Sect, Qisha Sect and other demon sects all fell in droves. The army of evil ghosts under the ink-robed scribe had all been saved. The ghost clouds under his disciples had dissipated, and he was unwilling to face it head-on. This sword.
In panic, he could only use the magic elixir to resist.
The vision of a black ghost flag appeared, but it was baptized by the vast sea of swords.
For a time, it was hard to support a tree alone!
The condensed vision was quickly torn to pieces by the sword energy.
The entire body of the ink-robed scribe was penetrated by the infinite sword energy and turned into a bloody mess.
The golden elixir quickly became riddled with holes, and the ink-robed scribe shouted with a stern expression.
"impossible!!"
His body was constantly pierced by the sword energy, and the golden elixir continued to repair the wounds on his body.
Make his whole life worse than death.
Like a small boat in the storm, it may capsize at any time.
The monstrous white sword sea lasted for a long time, enough for a stick of incense.
The bright scene filled the field of view.
The sword energy becomes more solid and domineering. Not only can it tear everything apart, but the kendo will attached to the sword energy can also invade the will of others.
The scribe in black robes was in the center, but he still couldn't resist the erosion of the domineering sword energy. The shield condensed by the ghost energy suddenly shattered, and his whole body was torn apart by the sword energy.
I don't know how long it took before this sea of swords slowly dispersed.
At this moment, the entire Jinzhou fell silent.
It seemed that even the clouds in the sky had stopped moving.
Everyone felt the soaring sword intent. It felt like someone was stabbing their head with a sharp sword, which was terrifying.
Qiu Yueqing also separated from the demon cultivators, staring at the other side of the city with a look of surprise and suspicion in his eyes.
This is someone who has understood the meaning of the sword!
It should be noted that there are five realms of swordsmanship.
In the first stage, the sword energy is condensed and transformed into sword energy, which can be used to drive the sword energy to defend against the enemy.
The second level is to understand the power of the sword and draw insights from the plants and trees of the heaven and earth. Those with extraordinary talents can develop visions.
The third level is manifesting sword intent.
The power of the sword turns into spirit, condensed into reality.
The monk's understanding of the sword has reached an unprecedented level, which is due to the sword intention.
This means that the swordsman has developed his own sword path.
Anyone who can understand the meaning of the sword is a strong man at the master level of swordsmanship.
A sword can destroy a city or a river.
Every monk who can be called a master of swordsmanship is an old man who has not been born for hundreds of years.
The fourth level is to enter the holy realm with the sword.
It can be regarded as a legend of swordsmanship in the world, and a great figure only emerges once in an era.
As for the fifth realm, no one has ever reached it. It is an unknown realm. It is only recorded in ancient classics.
"Is it possible that an expert is here?"
"How is it possible? This is the secular world. Those old monsters live in seclusion and avoid the secrets of heaven. There is no way they can come out."
"Have you forgotten the old devil of the underworld? He has a way to avoid it, and he has survived for thousands of years."
"How many more demons are there!"
The amazing sword strike just now made the geniuses of the Demon Sect extremely frightened and shocked, and they all immediately started whispering to each other.
Qiu Yueqing was in high spirits and smiled softly.
This sword actually helped her to a certain extent. It was indeed a bit difficult for her to fight against many.
The demons on the opposite side are all strong men in the golden elixir realm, and their demon elixir cultivation is not weak, at least at level five or above.
Now that someone is helping her, why worry about not being able to deal with these scum of the demon sect?
The top of Jinzhou.
Zhao Huai once again stood on the dangerous building, dressed in white and with a ghostly face.
The sharp eyes under the mask looked down at the demon cultivators in the city, holding a shining ancient spiritual sword in his hand.
This sword has no name, or Zhao Huai doesn't know the name at all.
He didn't bother to pick a name. He didn't have the habit of carefulness, so he just had to get used to it.
The strong wind blowing from high places caused Zhao Huai's white robe to sway rapidly with the wind. His aura was incomparable, like a swordsman standing tall in the world, overlooking all living beings.
A broken gray golden elixir was suspended in his other hand.
This is the golden elixir of the ink-robed scribe, a demonic elixir with ghost cultivating attributes.
In addition, the black demon elixir of the human-faced spider demon king was stolen from the blood pool of Black Wind Cave.
Now he has two golden elixirs on his body.
The golden elixir is the product of a monk's lifelong skills.
It's so rare that you can't get it if you ask for it.
Distinguished alchemists often use demon pills to refine elixirs, and the elixirs obtained in this way are even more precious.
At the same time, if the golden elixir is given to weak monks or even mortals, it can also be used to assist cultivation.
With the help of golden elixir, cultivation will be faster and there will be no detours.
It's just that for these two golden elixirs, one is from a ghost cultivator and the other is from a demon king. It's really hard to find a suitable candidate.
Also, Zhao Huai had never thought of cultivating his subordinates before.
The current situation is different. The restoration of the Great Yan Kingdom is imminent, and it is a time when people are needed.
Perhaps these two golden elixirs can be given to the right person.
This resulted in the creation of two capable subordinates.
Thinking about it this way, these two golden elixirs are still useful.
The sword shot to the sky just now had exhausted all the mana in his body.
But there is a gurgling sound in the body, which continuously sends pure spiritual energy to the whole body.
This is the power of ginseng fruit.
The ginseng fruit that Zhao Huai took had a hundred years of power!
It can't be absorbed at all, and all the remaining skills are silent in the sea of qi.
Nowadays, the power of ginseng fruit is quickly replenished.
The spiritual veins showed a golden color and shone brightly, as if they were plated with gold.
At the same time, the fate of [Riding Alone Thousands of Miles] came into play again, making his momentum continue to rise.
When he slaughtered the demonic cultivators before, his strength had already risen to the level of the golden elixir.
Now it has skyrocketed and remains at the mid-Jindan stage.
With the dual blessing of ginseng fruit and fate, Zhao Huai became stronger.
Especially the power of ginseng fruit made his previously immovable cultivation loose.
This time, it was Qi Hai who began to transform.
The sea of qi in the qi training realm develops from the pond to the lake, from the lake to the sea, and develops into the foundation-building sea of mana consciousness.
Now it has transformed into a golden sea of consciousness.
The third turn of Condensing Pill!
Zhao Huai's strength is stronger again. If he breaks through to the golden elixir now, he will be at the top of the low-grade golden elixir.
But he plans to sprint and see where his ceiling is.
It is impossible for people to be satisfied.
Those above level three can be called strong, and those above level six can be called geniuses.
You can surpass all the monks at the eighth level.
When his consciousness was stored in the substitute, he had no power to fight back against the old devil.
All this time, Zhao Huai felt that he had been very cautious.
He steals from other people's homes.
I have never encountered a shameless old demon who stole my home. It is simply a lack of martial ethics!
It's like a newbie who is new to the game and encounters the final BOSS who is massacred in the novice village at the beginning.
Who can understand this feeling?
The only thing that can comfort Zhao Huai now is that his swordsmanship has once again taken a big step forward.
With the fate of [Swordsman Prodigy], it goes without saying that he has talent in swordsmanship.
He successfully manifested his sword intention and used the sword to face the sky.
He ranked the sword techniques he learned in order of strength.
One sword looks at the sun, two swords suppresses the dragon.
Thirty thousand swords returned to the clan, and the swords were raised to the sky.
Evolution is evolution, and actual combat is actual combat.
As long as the evolved things are successfully turned into reality, it is progress.
Every time he drew his sword, Zhao Huai gained new insights.
The reason why he didn't use fancy sword moves was because he felt that if he wanted to kill people.
One sword is enough.
If not, then use two swords.
Jinzhou City, in the deep alleys.
An old man in purple robes was hiding in the dark, with a pair of old eyes shining brightly. However, after searching with his spiritual sense for a long time, he could not find the person he wanted.
This old man is none other than the Old Demon of the Netherworld.
Since killing "Zhao Huai", he has been looking for someone with great luck.
Because the Nether Demon discovered that the man in white he caught was just a substitute.
I wanted to invade the other party's sea of consciousness, but the other party didn't resist, but died directly!
Originally, I could still get a glimpse of my luck, but after my death, my shadow was still there for a long time.
How could someone who died so plainly be the person he was really looking for?
He was deceived by a clever deception!
He reacted almost instantly.
Then he looked for it angrily.
He has sharp eyes, thousands of years of experience, and has mastered some ancient secrets, so he can see the monks who are different from ordinary people.
As long as he has great luck and traces to follow, he can slowly find it.
But now after searching for a long time, I still can't see it.
It's like hiding his luck.
So he was in a very bad mood at this time.
Suddenly, the body of the old devil Netherworld suddenly shook, and he laughed evilly:
"Haha, it's really weird. This luck is different from the previous one. What's going on?"
"It doesn't matter, as long as you meet my requirements, it's the same for everyone!"
In the blink of an eye, the Netherworld Old Demon disappeared.
at this time.
Troops of silver-armored troops slowly lined up from the military mansion. They were well-equipped and tall.
Yu Qinghan rode a fiery horse, with two monks, a dragon and a tiger, guarding him on one left and one on the right.
She looked at the dark, blood-red sky and frowned.
"What's this."
"Amitabha is the breath of demonic cultivators."
Monk Fuhu also looked at the sky, his fat face trembled and he said.
Just after he came down the mountain, he met the demon cultivator, and he felt something was unusual.
"Demon cultivator? If a demon cultivator enters Jinzhou City, do you think the Immortal Gate is just a decoration?"
Yu Qing said coldly.
"Danger."
A rare look of solemnity appeared on Monk Canglong's dead fish face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Apparently something was discovered.
"This world is blocked by others, and the gatekeepers of the Immortal Sect cannot sense it."
After hearing this, Monk Fuhu's round body actually levitated.
He stood on the eaves of a roof with serious eyes.
"It's above the Transformation God. Only the Transformation God can master the avenue and block the spiritual energy."
He muttered, feeling that something was wrong.
The abbot told him before coming down the mountain that the secular world will inevitably be in chaos, and the stability of Daxia must be ensured so that the incense of Buddhism will be stable and lasting.
The safety of the Daxia royal family became a top priority.
The woman in front of her is Princess Daxia, the daughter of Taizu.
They all heard about what happened three years ago.
After discussions at Xiao Lingyin Temple, she was the most promising and the only one who could stabilize Daxia.
So I must ensure her safety.
"May the Buddha bless you!"
Monk Fuhu said a Buddhist word and prayed with his eyes closed.
This time, even his innocent Buddha eyes couldn't see what was going to happen next.
There are classifications in Buddhism: past, present, and future.
Representing the past is the past life Buddha, the lamp-burning Buddha.
The present one is the living Buddha, Sakyamuni Buddha, also known as Tathagata.
It is Maitreya Buddha who sees into the future.
Monk Fuhu practices the Future Buddha sect.
His Immaculate Buddha Eyes are the innate supernatural powers from the future Buddha and can sense possible dangers.
Just perceive it.
What it is, he doesn't know.
"Give me an order to kill anyone who encounters a demonic cultivator without mercy!"
Yu Qinghan looked at the chaotic Jinzhou City, tightened his grip on the halberd pole, and gave the order with a stern face.
"yes!"
The surrounding Changning cavalry soldiers heard the message and tapped their shields in response.
"Ta-ta!"
A large number of fast horses moved forward, invincible, and the spears in their hands were dotted with cold light.
Yu Qinghan was not idle either.
Holding a halberd in her hand, she jumped high and flew off her horse.
"Ding!"
The halberd pole shook to the ground, the bluestone shattered, the soil was turned up, and the layers were cracked, heading towards the not far away place.
A domineering halberd burst out of the ground and tore a demon cultivator into pieces.
Yu Qinghan rushed into the demon cultivator, the euphorbia stirred the wind, and the powerful energy shot out, just like the god of war in the world.
Qi training monks will die if touched, but foundation building can save a breath.
The halberd was swung wide open and closed, and the halberd was unparalleled in power.
There is no need for the surrounding soldiers and the dragon and tiger monks to take action.
She alone killed all the demon cultivators on a street.
There wasn't even a trace of blood on the blue dress.
"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin."
The fat face of Monk Fuhu seemed to be unable to bear the sight of the dead body, so he closed his eyes and chanted Buddhist sutras incessantly, offering salvation to the dead.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud noise came.
Yu Qinghan saw a white light reaching into the sky on the ground, covering the entire Jinzhou City.
The whole city was shaken.
The sky overhead lit up, illuminating the dim city.
"What is this? Is it sword energy?"
Yu Qinghan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his field of vision was filled with white light. This momentum seemed to kill all the evil spirits.
She couldn't help but wonder.
What happened in Jinzhou City?
"Such a strong sword intent!"
Monk Fuhu had a keen sense and immediately felt the source of the white light.
"Sword Intent."
While Yu Qinghan was thinking, a report from the soldiers came from ahead.
"General Qi, Princess Xiangyun was found ahead, and she still has a faint breath!"
When Yu Qinghan heard the news, he could not remain calm and immediately said:
"Take me there quickly!"
"yes!"
Yu Qinghan was extremely anxious on the road.
My husband and Xiangyun are together, nothing can happen to them!
She quickly arrived on the scene.
It was under the ruins of a collapsed restaurant.
Pei Xiangyun was dusty, with a lot of dust on his pretty face, and his lips were pale. He fell next to the ruins. He looked seriously injured and was unconscious from excessive blood loss.
Yu Qinghan immediately walked up, picked up his sister, and injected abundant mana into Pei Xiangyun's body.
"cough!"
After a while, Pei Xiangyun's eyelids moved slightly and he slowly woke up.
When she saw the person in front of her, tears couldn't help but flow out of her almond-shaped eyes again, and she cried:
"elder sister!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Then he threw himself into Yu Qinghan's arms and cried loudly.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Yu Qinghan comforted in a soft voice, then looked around with phoenix eyes, but did not see her husband's figure, and asked doubtfully:
"Where is your brother-in-law?"
Hearing these words, Pei Xiangyun cried even harder.
Seeing her like this, Yu Qinghan's heart tightened, he clenched his fists and said softly:
"Hurry up, where is your brother-in-law?"
Pei Xiangyun cried like a tearful person, trembling, stammering and choking:
"Brother-in-law. Brother-in-law is dead!"
"What did you say!"
Yu Qinghan's pupils shrank and his expression immediately froze, as if he had lost his mind.
The news hit her heart like a bolt from the blue.
Husband is dead
how can that be possible.
How can it be!
My husband is so strong, how could he die?
Yu Qinghan just thought blankly on the ground.
For a moment, she couldn't believe it.
You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you are dead.
Based on Pei Xiangyun's words alone, she didn't want to believe the news.
"In the end what happened."
Yu Qinghan asked.
Pei Xiangyun choked up and explained: "There was an old devil who came to the shop. He...he wanted to find my brother-in-law without any explanation. He also threatened me and used me. My brother-in-law was hunted down by him, and then..."
"Devil."
When Yu Qinghan said this word, his whole aura changed.
The phoenix eyes revealed a bone-chilling coldness and murderous intent.
While the sisters were talking.
"coming."
Monk Fuhu at the top said seriously, and his body immediately moved and floated in the air.
Looking at an old man walking slowly in the distance.
Monk Canglong had a serious look on his face and took out the silver iron ring around his neck.
Yu Qinghan also supported Pei Xiangyun to stand up slowly, looking at the figure at the end of the street.
An old man in purple robes, with gray hair and a meaningful smile on his face, said:
“I didn’t expect that there would be an unexpected surprise.”
Yu Qinghan noticed something was wrong when he saw the expressions on the two monks' faces, frowned and asked:
"What's wrong?"
"This old man is very strong."
"How strong?"
"The strength is unfathomable, like the vast ocean."
Monk Fuhu replied solemnly.
"run."
The silver ring in Monk Canglong's hand kept getting bigger and bigger, floating above his head, and then he left these words.
"Let's stop him."
