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Chapter 142 Sword Formation
The sand and rocks flew away from Tongtian Peak, and the sky was full of dust. The seven strange light sources gathered above the ancient sword of Zhu Xian, emitting bright light.

Then a Qi sword shining with seven colors slowly appeared, and it continued to grow larger, becoming a colorful giant sword stretching between the sky and the earth.

At the same time, small swords of various colors were continuously separated from this giant qi sword. More and more, they filled the entire sky in an instant, reflecting the top of Tongtian Peak in colorful colors, which was extremely beautiful.

Taoist Cangsong trembled slightly, and said in a low voice: "The Immortal Jade Formation, the Immortal Jade Formation..."

Yuyangzi looked dissatisfied when he heard this, and hummed: "No matter how powerful the Zhuxian Sword Formation is, it's just one person and one sword, so what can it do to us?"

Taoist Cangsong glanced at him, and said with a pale face, "This formation was created by Qing Yunzi, the patriarch of the Qingyun School, and it was repaired by a generation of genius Qingye Patriarch with a hundred years of painstaking efforts. It is activated with an ancient sword to kill immortals. Its power is unimaginable. Let’s, let’s go back quickly, right?”

The Poison God immediately changed his face, frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Is this Jade Immortal Sword Formation really as terrifying as the legends say? We took so much trouble to attack Qingyun Mountain, how can we retreat so easily?"

Taoist Cangsong smiled wryly and shook his head, then turned his head quickly and said to Poison God: "Sect Master, this Zhuxian sword formation is activated by mysterious magic power. hold on.

Later, the talented Patriarch Qingye was born, who gathered the strange spiritual power of Qingyun Mountain's Qimai peaks for tens of thousands of years.

Then, with the matchmaking of the supreme sword spirit who is the first strange sword in ancient and modern times to kill immortals, the current Zhuxian Sword Formation was forged.

If it is deployed by Daoxuan, it may have the power to break the sky, we are absolutely invincible! "

Yu Yangzi next to him looked unwilling, and sneered, "Cangsong, you are not exaggerating the power of this formation on purpose, are you?"

"You..." Cangsong Taoist grinned, turned his head away, and did not speak to Yuyangzi again.

At this time, the ghost king suddenly stomped his feet and said decisively: "This formation is too powerful, we are invincible, let's go!"

Yuyangzi, Poison God, and even Fairy Sanmiao were all taken aback, and then showed dissatisfaction.

While a few people were arguing, the dazzling Zhuxian sword formation in the sky finally took shape, and the seven-colored sword on top of the ancient sword Zhuxian had become extremely huge, stretching across the sky.

As for the monochromatic air swords that were fired from the giant sword as the core, they were even more densely packed, like clouds and mist, which made one's heart startled.

This rare spectacle in the ages does not have any exciting feeling, only a series of chills and coldness.

Reverend Daoxuan stood on the cauldron, swayed his body slightly, chanted the mantra, swung the ancient Zhuxian sword held in his right hand, and swiped towards the Demon Cult crowd.

"Hiss..." On the Zhuxian ancient sword, bursts of light flickered rapidly, and in an instant, countless air swords hovering in mid-air rushed down with incomparably fierce momentum and sprinkled on the heads of the people of the Demon Cult.

At this moment, both the masters of the Demon Sect, such as the Poison God and the Ghost King, as well as the ordinary disciples, all struggled to raise their magic weapons to resist.

But those Qi swords seemed to have invincible power, piercing straight down without mercy, piercing through their magic weapons, and those who were not strong enough were immediately knocked off their bodies, splashing blood all over the sky.

"what……"

Immediately, screams could be heard on Tongtian Peak. Dozens of Demon Cult disciples were immediately smashed to pieces by the Qi sword, and their flesh and blood flew like hell.

At this time, even the people on the Qingyun Sect's side changed their expressions, and their eyes could not help but feel horrified. They no longer had the enthusiasm and admiration that they had when they saw Master Daoxuan take out the Ancient Sword of Killing Immortals.

Meanwhile, the ghost king and other masters of the Devil's Cult all changed their expressions drastically at this moment. Facing the rain of swords from the Jade Immortal Sword Formation, they could only bite the bullet and use their magic weapons to resist with all their might.

But what gave them a headache was that the seven-colored main sword in the sky was still separating more and more monochromatic air swords, and the area covered was getting bigger and bigger, almost covering the entire Tongtian Peak.

"Retreat, retreat quickly, all retreat down the mountain."

At this moment, the people of the Demon Cult finally couldn't hold on any longer and became a mess. They relied on their instincts to resist the fierce rain of swords falling in mid-air and fled down the mountain with all their might.

Guo Yu, who was standing in a safe place with everyone from the Qingyun Sect, raised his head to look at the sky, staring closely at the deadly sword rain that had killed hundreds of people from the Demon Sect in that moment, his eyes filled with horror.

He was indeed shocked by the terrifying power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Even with his current cultivation level, he probably wouldn't be able to last long under it.

The other members of the Qingyun sect were all stunned at the moment, and they didn't dare to go forward to block the people of the demon sect.

After a while, the masters of the Demon Cult who followed the four masters to attack the mountain finally rushed out from the east side where Jian Yu was weakest, and left Qingyun Mountain, which their Demon Cult had always dreamed of capturing.

Daoxuan standing on the great tripod in the sea of ​​clouds shook his body violently a few times, retracted the ancient Zhuxian sword that was so fierce, and then let out a muffled grunt, stepped on the air and fell towards the ground.

"Senior Brother Sect Master!" Tian Buyi exclaimed, flew over in the air, hurriedly embraced Master Daoxuan in his arms, and landed on the ground smoothly.

And the rain of swords in the sky finally weakened slowly and gradually disappeared, leaving countless scattered blood flowers, covering the entire peak of Tongtian Peak in blood, as cold and terrifying as a Shura field.

After supporting Daoxuan, Tian Buyi looked at his almost bloodless pale face, and asked anxiously: "Brother sect master, how do you feel?"

The other chief seats and elders have also rushed over one after another, staring at Reverend Daoxuan with worried eyes.

Reverend Daoxuan struggled and forced a smile, said: "I can still hold on, it's okay."

Then he turned around and glanced around, his face changed slightly, and said: "Junior Brother Tian, ​​are you the only elders left in the sect?"

Tian Buyi looked up, grief and indignation appeared on his face, he hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded heavily.

"Oh, I, Daoxuan, am sorry for the patriarchs of the Qingyun Sect!" Reverend Daoxuan lamented bitterly, with a desolate tone and indescribable pain.

Because the group of elders surrounding Reverend Daoxuan at this moment is eight fewer than when he left, and even Taoist Tianyun in the first seat is gone.

The other people also had many wounds on their bodies, and two or three of them could barely stand still with the support of their companions. Obviously, the injuries were very serious.

You must know that there are only 32 first elders in Qingyunmen. It can be said that this catastrophe caused Qingyunmen to lose a full third of its internal strength.

That's why Daoxuan Daoxuan, who is the head of the sect, showed such a painful and sad expression, this is something that no one can easily accept.

Seeing this, Guo Yu couldn't help showing a slight bitterness at the corner of his mouth, although due to his brave performance, the casualties of Qing Yunmen's senior management had been greatly reduced.

However, eight elders still died, and one of them participated in the operation on Mount Liubo with him half a year ago.

During those days, the relationship with each other was pretty good, and they were regarded as one of his few friends in Qing Yunmen.

But what Guo Yu is most worried about at the moment is the disciples of Dazhufeng who went to the wedding banquet together today.

(End of this chapter)