This loud shout shocked the hearts of everyone present. They looked up and saw a majestic middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He was wearing a blue Shushan Sword Tomb uniform and exuding sharp sword energy. He was walking on a blue long robe. The sword flew at extremely high speed, followed by three sword cultivators with equally terrifying auras. Behind the three of them were more than 800 Shushan Sword Tomb disciples who were flying with swords.
The visitors were Murong Zhan, the master of Shushan Sword Tomb, Ye Liuyun, the master of Peak Peak, Hua Wudi, the master of Wentian Peak, Nangong Yan, the master of Zhujian Peak, and many inner sect and main peak disciples.
Seeing hundreds of sword cultivators flying with swords in the sky, the people of Nanji City cheered and rushed to tell each other,
"Come out and take a look, there is a sword fairy flying with a sword!"
"Where, wow! Really, there are so many sword immortals!"
"How cool!" Almost all the people in Nanji City walked out of the room and looked up at the hundreds of rainbows streaking across the sky.
Some old people lamented: "The last time so many sword immortals were recorded by our ancestors was five thousand years ago, but there were more than ten times more people than now. That time they flew to the north. Although it was dark night, they were densely packed. The sword light illuminated the entire Nanji City as if it were daytime. Unfortunately, those people were never seen back after that time." This scene was also seen by Lin Leisheng and others who were anxiously waiting for the return of Su Yunfei and Yueyao. When they arrived, they were shocked and worried.
"With so many Shushan sword cultivators dispatched, something big that shocked the world must have happened on Mount Tai. Yunfei and the others must have been in big trouble, otherwise he would never ask the sect for help given his character."
"What should we do?!" Su Yunfei's parents were trembling with worry, while Lin Miaoke and Xiao Yue'er were so frightened that they shed tears. Qin Chuan even took out his spear and went to Mount Tai to save Su Yunfei and the others.
Lin Leisheng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Although the situation is serious, the people from Shushan have already arrived. Yunfei and Yueyao should not have a big problem. Don't worry, everyone. Just wait for them to return safely." Everyone was satisfied. He nodded with worry, only regretting that he was not an immortal.
Murong Zhan saw Su Yunfei and Yue Yao surrounded by more than 20 monks, and more than 3,000 monks from other sects outside. He was immediately furious, and noticed the god mirror holding the purple gold pot. The monk wanted to have evil intentions towards Su Yunfei, so he beheaded the man directly in anger.
Murong Zhan is the peak swordsman of the Mirror of Gods. He is an invincible being in the Mirror of Gods. He can even defeat the half-step Immortal Mirror. The great monk of the Mirror of Gods who was holding the purple gold pot was killed by Murong Zhan.
"With so many people besieging my Shushan disciples, do you really think that there is no one left in Shushan?!" Murong Zhan roared angrily, which directly shocked several nearby Emperor Mirror monks to the point of losing their moral integrity.
After the Shushan sword cultivators heard the leader's angry roar, they all pulled out their long swords. Suddenly the sword energy filled the entire battlefield, stabbing the monks present so hard that they could not open their eyes.
At this time, another terrifying breath came from the distance. Dugu Xianqin, the master of Lingyue Palace, also arrived. She immediately flew to Murong Zhan's side.
The great monk of the Divine Mirror who had an arm cut off was so ashamed and angry. They were both Divine Mirrors, but the gap between him and Murong Zhan was too big. He wanted to directly urge Zijin Pot to take Murong Zhan away, but he found that no matter how he Even the input of essence could not activate the Zijin Pot. On the contrary, due to the influx of essence, the Zijin Pot struggled more and more fiercely.
Su Yunfei transmitted everything that happened to Dugu Xianqin, Murong Zhan and several uncles in Shushan. They were shocked and even more furious.
Seeing how strong the sword cultivators in Shushan were, the people from various sects who came to seize the treasure looked at each other, wondering what would happen next, should they fight or retreat?
More than two dozen big guys from various sects secretly communicated with each other, and after some debate, they decided to unite to force out the Shushan gang first, and then decide on the ownership of the Purple Gold Pot.
Then the great monk Jing who had one of his arms cut off looked at Murong Zhan angrily.
"You Shushan is so majestic, let's fight in the sky!" More than twenty figures rose from the ground, turned into rainbows and flew to the clouds. Murong Zhan and Dugu Xianqin looked at each other, then both nodded and flew into the sky. Ye Liuyun, Nangong Yan and Hua Wudi followed closely behind.
The boss has taken action, and the younger brothers can't be idle. After Su Yunfei used sword energy to protect Yueyao, he pulled out the Chixiao Sword, directly used the sword domain, and rushed towards the more than 3,000 monks who were seizing the treasure. When the other Shushan disciples saw Zhuang also rushed away.
Suddenly the whole Mount Tai was boiling again. The sword cultivator's combat power is unparalleled in the world, and the Shushan sword cultivator is unparalleled among the unparalleled. One against four is not timid at all, especially Su Yunfei who uses the sword domain. He is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable. With one sword strike, ten of them are killed. Several monks' heads flew up.
"Is Junior Brother Yunfei so fierce? I can barely hold on by beating four of them by myself, but look at him chasing hundreds of people by himself!"
"Why are the sword cultivators so different from each other? Let's stop talking nonsense and kill him!"
"Kill!" Under the leadership of Su Yunfei, the morale of Shushan's inner sect and main peak disciples was greatly boosted, and the battle situation began to show a one-sided trend. After half an hour, the opponent only had more than a thousand people left.
Except for dozens of minor or serious injuries among Shushan sword cultivators, none of them died. Although the opponent has a large number of people, after all, it is a ragtag group of dozens of sects that have temporarily joined together. They cannot be united and share the same hatred like Shushan.
Soon these thousand or so people were surrounded. Just as they were preparing to deal with the remaining more than a thousand people in one go, three huge waves of overwhelming pressure came from a distance. Su Yunfei directly summoned the Shushan disciples to enter his sword domain and asked them to release the sword intention to protect them. His body was still bent under the pressure, his face turned pale, and he was sweating profusely.
As for the surviving monks from other sects, except for some who used powerful magic weapons to resist, many of them exploded and died.
The visitors were the head of Tianhai Sect, the head of Lingxiao Sect and the head of Xuantian Sect.
"Murong Zhan, Dugu Xianqin, you two are so majestic!" The three half-step immortal mirror monks locked onto the five Murong Zhans at the same time, making them now formidable enemies. Five people were already stretched thin against more than twenty monks. In particular, Nangong Yan, the master of Zhujian Peak, could hardly hold on any longer.
How to fight next? Murong Zhan can deal with a half-step immortal mirror, but how to deal with the remaining two and four others?
"Palace Master Dugu, please retreat first. This is my Shushan matter, and I cannot harm you!" Murong Zhan looked at Dugu Xianqin and showed a wry smile.
Dugu Xianqin looked sullen and angry.
"Murong Zhan, what do you mean? Our two factions have been allies on the same boat for a long time. How can I, Dugu Xianqin, ignore my allies and escape alone!"
"But.."
"Stop talking, let's advance and retreat together!" Ye Liuyun and the other three also stood beside Murong Zhan with determined expressions! Although they are now in a hostile state, the twenty or so great monks from other sects have a sense of respect for Dugu Xianqin and the others.
Murong Zhan felt a warm feeling in his heart. In fact, he could just snort, say harsh words and leave, and the other party wouldn't dare to really keep them.
but! He is a swordsman! A sword would rather break than bend! The three half-step immortal mirror monks saw that Murong Zhan and others did not know what was going on, so they directly released their pressure. Except for Murong Zhan, the other four people all vomited blood and were about to die. The gap was too big. This is not courage. can make up for it.
At the foot of Mount Tai, Su Yunfei and other Shushan sword cultivators were still struggling to resist this terrifying pressure. The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for them. Some of the weaker sword cultivators were already bleeding from their orifices and were dying.
Just when everyone was looking desperate, in a mysterious space behind the Shushan Sword Tomb, an old man suddenly opened his eyes, then his face turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "I will really die if you dare to bully my disciples and disciples. ?!" Then he shouted: "Sword!" A mountain peak in the distance exploded directly, and a snow-white long sword let out a cheerful sword cry, then turned into a snow-white rainbow and flew outside the mysterious space, and then The old man jumped onto the sword and flew away through the air. The terrifying aura fluctuations shook the entire Shu Mountain.
All Shushan disciples rushed out of the room and looked up at the rainbow in the sky, feeling excited!
"We actually have people with such powerful cultivation in Shushan?"
"Is it a certain ancestor?!". . . This old man is Murong Zhan's master, Su Yunfei's master, his original name is Ye Shanhe!
Ye Shanhe flew directly from Shushan to Taishan in only ten breaths. The moment Ye Shanhe appeared above Mount Tai, Su Yunfei shouted excitedly: "Master is here!"
"Master? He's not..." Many Shushan disciples looked suspicious. Su Yunfei laughed and said, "Master, how are you doing?" The moment Ye Shanhe arrived, the pressure on Su Yunfei and the others was wiped away by him.
Murong Zhan and others burst into tears, especially Ye Liuyun, because he was Ye Shanhe's only son, and the father and son had not seen each other for three thousand years.
"Yes Shanhe, didn't you sit down?!" The three of them exclaimed in unison, shocked in their hearts. Ye Shanhe was also a powerful figure back then, and his talent in swordsmanship amazed an era. If his favorite disciple hadn't gone crazy, the two of them would have Even if his disciples were killed in the world of monsters, he would not lose all hope, let alone be a half-step immortal mirror now.
Ye Shanhe first injected a burst of energy into Nangong Yan to help him stabilize his injury, then looked coldly at the three half-step immortal mirrors, without any nonsense, directly used the sword domain.
Ye Shanhe's sword domain is not comparable to Su Yunfei's sword domain. Everyone in his sword domain is enveloped. Except for Murong Zhan and others who were deliberately blocked by him and the three half-step immortal mirrors, everyone else can see Xiang Ye Shanhe immediately knelt down, even the God Mirror was no exception.
Ye Shanhe stamped his foot, and the eight Emperor Mirror cultivators exploded and died.
"I'll leave the remaining shrimps to you!" Ye Shanhe said to Murong Zhan. Then he directly killed three half-step immortal mirror monks with one person and one sword.
The morale of Murong Zhan and others was immediately boosted, and they raised their swords to kill a dozen other people. Su Yunfei's eyesight was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he could just see the battle situation in the clouds. He was extremely shocked by Ye Shanhe's strength, and murmured to himself: "Master, he is so fierce!"
