At this time, no one in the vast Cuiyun Mountain could stop Ke Xiaoliang.
Those Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul and even the monks in the Divine Transformation Stage did not dare to face Ke Xiaoliang's sharp edge.
Dozens of magic weapons came towards Ke Xiaoliang, and the curse sound that struck directly at the soul also came quietly.
Obviously, when Cuiyun Mountain's most respected sword technique failed to work, and it seemed like a joke in front of Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, these people finally remembered their old profession.
Ke Xiaoliang's transformation is certainly not unreasonable.
What is unexplainable is not the transformation, but the person Ke Xiaoliang.
In the spiritual platform, the Yuanhun Baolu shines with light, suppresses the sea of true energy, and immobilizes the three souls and seven souls.
All the spells and magic weapons aimed at Ke Xiaoliang's soul were blocked from the spiritual platform and could not shake Ke Xiaoliang at all.
With the unrivaled flow of energy, Ke Xiaoliang used his giant-like body to display his Vajra Martial Body.
The whole body was coated with a layer of golden light, like a god from heaven coming to the world.
Many magic weapons hit Ke Xiaoliang's body, and the sound they made was like the sound of weapons clashing.
Ke Xiaoliang raised the sword in his hand high, and the vast and pure sword intent was gathering.
Suddenly, the sword swung and pointed directly at the sky.
The clouds all over the sky dispersed, and what fell were raging raindrops like an angry tide.
Then, the raging raindrops turned into sword light and fell halfway.
When it fell into people's eyes, it was like meteors falling from the sky.
This sword is beautiful, powerful, turbulent...and full of murderous intent.
Ke Xiaoliang's sword... actually seemed to shake down all the stars in the sky, falling towards Cuiyun Mountain, which had been broken into two parts by the sword.
"The west wind blows the waves in the old Dongting, and Xiaoxiang has many white hairs overnight. After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars."
Ke Xiaoliang raised his sword and chanted. It was clearly a giant nearly a hundred feet tall who was wielding a sword to do evil, but he chose to use it with the magnanimity of an immortal coming to earth and opening the heavenly gate with his sword.
Ke Xiaoliang's sword was learned from the Wave-turning Rain Sword.
This sword was originally given by heaven. After many years of watching the water in Dongting through the clouds, the Sword of Overturning Rain came into existence. Of course, in the world of high martial arts, this sword was Ke Xiaoliang who set the tone, created a wave of waves, and guided many monks to complement it, and this was the truly world-shattering sword.
Rounding it off, it is not wrong to say that it is Ke Xiaoliang's original creation...
The sword light fell like a galaxy and smashed into Cuiyun Mountain.
The Cuiyun Mountain monks who either made sneak attacks or attacked Ke Xiaoliang head-on were covered in the fierce sword energy.
Ke Xiaoliang let out a little breath.
The breath becomes a cloud, covering the sky. The sound was like thunder, vibrating above the clouds, shaking people's hearts and courage.
"There are six minutes left. The continuous use of big moves consumes the energy beyond expectation. But it's enough! If it doesn't work... I can still take drugs." Ke Xiaoliang looked down at those who were under the sword light like stars falling. In the middle, the cultivator from Cuiyun Mountain, who was running away in a hurry, raised the sword in his hand for the third time.
"enough!"
"This...senior! What's the fault of Cuiyunshan and us to suffer such a catastrophe? If we are arguing with Lian Yunzi, this is my Cuiyunshan's family matter, and we have to fight with him." What are you doing? You are acting so wantonly, are you not afraid that I, Yin Feiyang, Patriarch Yin, will come to you to reason with me after I come out of seclusion?" A Cuiyun Mountain monk at the Nascent Soul realm climbed up into the clouds and shouted to Ke Xiaoliang .
In Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, he was as small as an ant.
"What's the fault? I, a cultivator of the Ten Demons Sect, do things based on my preference. Since Cuiyun Mountain is the right path, as a demon sect, I, the Ten Demons Sect, cut through the mountain gate and kill you, the cultivator of Cuiyun Mountain, isn't it just right?"
"You just revealed my identity with one word, but now why do you come to me to ask for truth?" Ke Xiaoliang said to the monk.
The hilt of the sword in his hand shook, and he used his third sword move.
The fourteenth sword of the thirteen deadly swords.
As soon as this sword came out, the color of the world changed, and murderous intent filled the entire hinterland of Cuiyun Mountain.
All the Cuiyun Mountain monks' expressions changed wildly.
Although the previous two swords were astonishingly powerful, their lethality was not that strong.
It's just that the mountain gate was broken, which damaged the face and ruined the luck.
However, this sword... even though it was triggered but not fired, it has already revealed a bloody storm.
If this sword is really allowed to fall, the entire Cuiyun Mountain will be filled with corpses and rivers of blood.
The monk was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, and he shouted hurriedly: "Senior! Senior! Don't be impulsive... We are just saying it casually. The way of the sword of the senior is magnificent, vast and extraordinary, and the appearance of the senior is as towering as the sky. Zhu, upright and bright. What kind of image should a monk of the Demon Sect have? It was our nonsense that ruined the senior's interest."
"Senior, please stop, we will admit our mistake... We have admitted our mistake!"
Ke Xiaoliang snorted coldly: "Who are you, worthy of admitting your mistake to me?"
The monk hurriedly turned his face and said in the direction of Master Bihan: "Bihan! Nephew Bihan, why don't you stop this senior quickly? We are all from the same school after all... Even if some people harm your husband, they deserve to die . But there are so many disciples up and down Cuiyun Mountain. They are so innocent, why should they be buried with them?"
Bi Han was holding half of Lian Yunzi's remains, with a sad expression and cold eyes.
Hearing this, he sneered and said: "They are innocent, but those children who died on my Xiaotuan Peak are not innocent? My husband, Lian Yunzi, does not like fighting in his life. He only likes to study magic in order to continue the wonderful methods of his predecessors and contribute to the ancient Cuiyun Mountain." To inherit the struggle, is he innocent?"
After that, he didn't send another glance.
Ke Xiaoliang pushed the tip of the sword, and the sword was about to fall.
In fact, no matter whether Master Bihan speaks or not, Ke Xiaoliang will not stop.
At this time, a dragon roar came from the deep mountains of Jade Mountain.
Yin Feiyang finally put down what he was doing and broke out again.
Perhaps there were monks from Cuiyun Mountain who transferred plot points to him.
Or maybe Yin Feiyang chose to face the ten-day cooling off period, thus missing the hundred days of changes and development in the wasteland world.
Anyway, he took action!
Amidst the roar of dragons in the sea, a sword light like a blue dragon swept towards Ke Xiaoliang.
Directly blocking Ke Xiaoliang's sword that had not yet completely fallen.
The two sword movements met in mid-air.
It tore apart the sky, shattered everything, and caused large-scale explosions in succession.
Another ugly scar was pulled out of the hinterland of Cuiyun Mountain.
It's like uncovering the filth and ugliness beneath the ethereal aura of contempt.
"Fellow Taoist! I already know all this in my heart. Who should die, who should be punished, who should be expelled from the mountain gate, and whose cultivation level should be abolished... I also have a case. Please calm down, fellow Taoist, how about letting it go?" Yin Feiyang flew out of the mountains with the sword box on his back, and looked at Lian Yunzi with eyes full of regret and anger.
Ke Xiaoliang was looking for someone to measure his current true strength, and how could he retreat so easily.
But he said: "Then what if I don't give up?"
Yin Feiyang's eyes turned cold and he said with a fierce expression: "Then let you try to see if the sword in my hand, Yin Feiyang, is effective. Let's compare and see whose sword is more domineering and flamboyant."
