The "Phi Fu Sword" struck the demon body with thunderous force. It was as fast as a stream of light and the force was heavy and heavy. With a muffled "pop" sound, it was bounced away by the demon emperor's wooden and stone dharma body, leaving not even a white mark. The true energy in Zong Pingye's body was completely empty. Luo Xie took the opportunity to stretch his ape arms, spread his five fingers, and quickly grabbed one of his six-yang heads. Demonic power poured into his head, and he immediately learned that the Fuhai Sect had hidden the Sword Technique classics in the "Sword Pavilion". "Sword Pavilion" is an important place of Fuhaizong, with seven levels of internal and external restrictions and hidden mysteries. If you don't know how to force your way in, once the last level of restrictions is triggered, "Sword Pavilion" will be destroyed in one day, everything will be burned, and nothing will be gained.
It would be better for the jade to be broken than to be intact. The Fuhai Sect had indeed been prepared for it. Unfortunately, the head Zhi Qihe led the sect's elite to Luojia Lake. Only Zong Pingye could trigger the ban on the "Sword Pavilion" in Buzhou Mountain. Luo Xie tightened his five fingers and crushed Zong Pingye's head to pieces. Red, red and white splashed to the ground. The Fuhai Sect disciples came to their senses and started slashing and stabbing with flying swords one after another. In Luo Xie's eyes, they were nothing more than a bunch of people. Flies disturb people's dreams. They flick their sleeves casually, and the flying swords turn into cold light and fly back, disembowelling him for a while, missing arms and legs, and leaving a mournful scene on Buzhou Mountain.
The mountain-protecting formation rumbled, countless sword energy gathered in the sky, and a dazzling white light suddenly lit up. Luo Xie did not avoid it, and raised the Xingtian giant shield high above his head. The sword energy shot down quickly, destroying everything. It was shattered by the huge shield. Luo Xie's waist and abdomen hit the formation's eye. The ground shook and the mountain shook with a loud sound. A ten-foot radius was razed to the ground. Buzhou Mountain collapsed inward, and the earth energy It turned into a pot of porridge, and the mountain-protecting formation shook several times before collapsing.
Ancestor Tianhu, Yin Guihe, Zhao Jiashen, Long Linsheng, Zhu Nili, Xu Sanlang and others saw that the Demon Emperor had broken through the mountain-protecting formation, and no longer concealed their whereabouts. They all showed their magical powers and rushed towards Buzhou Mountain. The Fuhai Sect disciples huddled in the corner. It's fine if they don't show their heads inside, but if they come forward to block the way, they will kill them. Most sword cultivators have a strong temperament and would rather break than bend. In the short time of a stick of incense, Fuhai Sect suffered countless deaths, and the bloody storm swept through Buzhou Mountain, and no one survived.
Luo Xie destroyed the formation's eyes and broke through the formation. Looking around, there was no one in his way. He immediately identified the direction and strode towards the "Sword Pavilion". Buzhou Mountain was hit hard by Xingtian's huge shield one after another. The earth's veins were broken, the mountain collapsed, and the original path was twisted and broken. Luo Xie drove up a demonic cloud and rushed towards the "Sword Pavilion" with lightning speed. In no time, he saw a high pavilion. , standing among the cliffs facing the rising sun, with no one around, the restrictions are fully opened, and it is so impregnable that not even a single tile fell off.
Luo Xie pressed down on the demon cloud and landed heavily with his feet, causing the dust to fly. The "Sword Pavilion" was very close at hand. This was the most important place of Fuhai Sect. It was protected by seven layers of restrictions inside and outside. Luo Xie thought that it was not a problem to break through. But how to ensure that the sword art classics are intact is a lot of thought. Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a slight cough, and an old Taoist with a yellow crown came out of the "Sword Pavilion". His Taoist robe was not old, and he was holding a broom. He looked at Luo Lai in astonishment, bowed with one hand, and said: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, the sky and the earth in Buzhou Mountain collapsed, but this was done by a believer? He came from afar to visit you, but you don't know why?"
There was no such person in Zong Pingye's consciousness. This old sweeper was hidden and had some background. Luo Xie cracked his mouth and laughed and said: "I don't believe in the Tao. The old Taoist should not pretend to be a ghost. People who are clear should not tell secrets. Remove the restrictions. , I will spare the lives of your disciples in Heshan, otherwise, I will wash away the entire mountain with blood, leaving no one behind."
The old sweeper was silent for a moment, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "When people sit in the house, disaster will come from the sky. There is no way to hide." He solemnly put the broom aside in his hand, slowly straightened his waist, stretched out his hand and gently With a slight move, a tiger roared and a dragon roared in the "Sword Pavilion", the divine light went out, and a sharp sword suddenly flew over, circled around the old road several times, and fell into his palm.
The veteran sweeper held a sword in his hand, full of energy, the Qi in his body was rising steadily, wrinkles were smoothed out, and he was rejuvenated. His eyes were as bright as a tiger's. He raised the sword and struck it from a distance. The wind suddenly rose, and the sword energy swarmed out and turned into a big blue snake. It will come out fiercely. When the restriction opened and closed, ripples appeared. Luo Xie narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the truth in just a moment. He stepped forward, stretched out his hand and flicked it. The big snake shattered and passed through the first level of restriction. , only a few steps away from the old way.
The old sweeper was startled, and where his mind was, the whistles of swords sounded one after another, high or low, and seventeen sharp swords roared out from the "Sword Pavilion", circling around the old Taoist, the sword energy surged, It rolled into a whirlwind and protected it tightly. He controlled eighteen flying swords by himself to form the "Xunfeng Sword Formation", which was unparalleled in the world. In terms of the transformation of the flying swords alone, no one could match him. However, Luo Xie punched out, and the demonic power surged like a tide. After ten blows with one force, there were several "clicks", heartbreaking, the flying swords were broken one by one, and the "sword formation" was suddenly broken.
The old sweeper, whose name is "Pi Fu Zi", is a hidden senior expert of the Fuhai Sect. He sits in the "Jiange" under the order of the head Zhi Qihe and is in charge of the ban. He has been anonymous for nearly a hundred years and knows that there are people in the sect. There are very few such number one figures. Peofuzi is a strange soldier buried by Zhi Qihe. Zongpingye is in the light, while Peofuzi is in the dark. One light and one dark are enough to ensure that Fuhai Zong is safe. However, Chao bacteria don't know Hui Shuo, and worms don't know Spring and Autumn. No one expected that this time a powerful enemy attacked fiercely, and Buzhou Mountain's protective formation was smashed into pieces like exquisite porcelain in an instant. Zong Pingye and Feofuzi were the first to bear the brunt. Unexpectedly, Escape from death.
The "Xunfeng Sword Formation" was gone. Knowing that something was wrong, Peifuzi hurriedly used his magical power and stepped back quickly, intending to retreat into the restriction and regroup to deal with the opponent. Until this moment, he still didn't realize The situation was at stake, and the last chance to destroy the "Sword Pavilion" was missed. Peifuzi Daoxing was far above Zongpingye, but to Demon King Luo Xie, ants were still ants after all. He could strangle the opponent to death with just one stretch of his hand, but he did not take action, and took another step forward, following Peofuzi. Zi passed through the restriction and came face to face with him, only half a foot away.
The surprise of Peofuzi was nothing trivial. The flying sword had already been broken. He was now unarmed. The opponent was as tall as a pillar and as tall as a mountain. The momentum overwhelmed him. In desperation, Peofuzi clenched his fists with both hands and struck out in succession, roaring in his mouth. Drink, hum and haha, retreat all the way into the sword pavilion. This was a boxing skill he had learned in the mortal world before he attained enlightenment. It was deeply ingrained. His small fists were beating the opponent's chest, as if he was being coquettishly tickled. Luo Xie did not avoid it, following him like a shadow, passing through the three restrictions one after another and reaching the depths of the sword pavilion.
Peifuzi's face turned pale, and he finally realized what the other party was up to, and he changed his mind. Just as he was about to destroy the "Sword Pavilion" with his ruthless hand, Luo Xie stretched out his right arm like lightning, grabbed it by the throat and picked it up. Peifuzi lifted his feet off the ground and beat his arms desperately, like a cricket shaking a tree, in vain.
