Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 230

After the fall of the Juggernaut and the disappearance of the Mountain Lord, there are still three top powerhouses in Kunlun Mountain,
Master Cen, Pei Qiuhan and Jing Lu.

In addition, there are several strong men who have broken through to the Formless Realm, such as Cliff Lord and Nian Ruyin.

Now Master Cen is seriously injured and dying, Pei Qiu Hanshang, Jing Lu and Nian Ruyin are still exploring in the ruins of the ancient battlefield, Ye Hu is still retreating in the wild forest, and Li Tang's whereabouts are unknown.

Apart from Mr. Cen, the top combat power on Kunlun Mountain is only three practitioners of the Phaseless Realm, and they are still not very strong.

In the ghost world, Yan Fengyao died, Bai Ya was imprisoned, and Xihou led the ghost world's strong men to appear at the ruins of the ancient battlefield. Only the last realm envoy and the leader of the twelve ghost kings who had been in seclusion for many years were left. .

Of course, there is also the most mysterious and powerful prisoner in the ghost world. If he makes a move himself, how can Kunlun Mountain resist it now?

Jing Lu stared at Xihou and said sternly, "In order to save Bai Ya, you have really worked so hard."

Xihou said: "Of course Bai Ya Zhangjiao must be saved, but it would be great if we can take the opportunity to destroy Kunlun Mountain. What do you think?"

Anger burst out of Jing Lu's eyes, he glanced at Nian Ruyin, the two looked at each other and nodded before leaving.

Four black shadows flashed out, blocking the path of Jing Lu and the others. They were emitting a strange, dark sword light.

Xihou walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back and said, "You guys should stay here honestly."

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When the snow fell, countless black shadows appeared in the Western Continent and surrounded Kunlun Mountain. When the mountains were covered with snow, they began to climb the mountain.

Although the Kunlun Mountain Origin Formation is loose and may be broken at any time, it is still one of the most powerful defensive formations in the world, but those figures walked up without any hindrance as if they were in a no-man's land.

Not long after passing through the source formation, a mighty figure occupied a short mountain, which is located on the edge of the Kunlun Mountains, and has not yet been discovered by the Kunlun Mountain Gate.

There is only one person on the top of the mountain. He is dressed in black, short in stature, pale in skin, with a cloudy face, sunken eye sockets, and extremely small pupils.

Faint black light permeated the surface of his body, all of which were sharp and cold sword energy.

Lu Xie, one of the four great envoys of the ghost world, personally led the practitioners of the ghost world to attack Kunlun Mountain. This behavior is enough to rewrite the history of the Kunlun world, because no one dared to do anything to Kunlun Mountain for thousands of years, or even dared to think about it.

In the past, when the Mountain Lord was around, no one dared to think about it.

Now the mountain lord has been missing for several years, the sword master has passed away, and all the top powerhouses have been involved in the ruins of the ancient battlefield.

The most important thing is that this group of ghost practitioners can pass through the barrier of the source array without hindrance.

Now on Kunlun Mountain, apart from Mr. Cen, who was seriously injured, there are only three strong people in the Phaseless Realm, and the strength of these three people is not top-notch.

A beautiful woman in black came from the bottom of the mountain and stopped respectfully behind Lu Xie. She looked only about 30 years old, and she was quite graceful and luxurious.

"My lord, everything is ready, just wait for your order to launch a general attack on Kunlun Mountain."

Listening to the beautiful woman's words, Lu Xie nodded casually, and stared into the distance. On the island suspended in the sky, there stood a tall tower, with only a section of the tower exposed in the clouds and mist.

Tongtian Tower, the most important place in Kunlun Mountains.

After a while, Lu Xie said, "Wait."

The beautiful woman's expression was slightly different: "What are you waiting for?"

Lu Xie said: "Why do you think we can pass through the barrier of the Kunlun Mountain Origin Formation safely?"

The beautiful woman's eyes froze, and she said, "Could it be... there are people from us in Kunlun Mountain?"

Lu Xie smiled lightly, but because of his face, the smile appeared extremely serious.

The beautiful woman's heart trembled slightly. She didn't know about this matter. The person who was able to let the army of ghosts enter Kunlun Mountain safely must be in a high position. Who could it be?
Lu Xie said: "This is not important. You are the leader of the twelve ghost kings, and you should also shoulder important responsibilities."

The beautiful woman nodded heavily, and said respectfully: "Yes, this subordinate obeys."

This seemingly weak woman is actually the head of the twelve ghost kings in the ghost world. Her name is Zhaorong, and her status is second only to the prison guard and the four masters.

Tang Ge had seen her in the ghost world, and she claimed to be Gu Zhiyue's mother.

This time the ghost world attacked Kunlun Mountain, led by her and Lu Xie, a practitioner of Nirvana Upper Realm and Nirvana Middle Realm, enough to attack Kunlun Mountain, which is currently underpowered.

When a jet-black sword light flew out from the depths of the mountains without a sound, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Lu Xie's mouth. He saw that he raised his right hand lightly, and countless powerful sword energy flowed from his feet. erupted on the short hill.

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The vast majority of practitioners in the ghost world practice the way of swordsmanship, and the way of swordsmanship has been deeply rooted in their bones.

On the low mountain, there are shadows of practitioners from the ghost world all over the mountains and plains. They didn't move, but countless sword lights flew out of their bodies, cutting towards the depths of Kunlun Mountain.

In an instant, Kunlun Mountain was startled, and many elders and countless disciples realized that foreign enemies had invaded.

The jet-black sword light roared across the sky and earth, like a dark rainstorm, and its direction was the four cliffs and one island.

When the Kunlun Mountain disciples started to wake up, they had a strong aura to defend against, there was sword aura, and there was also the aura of heaven-reaching Taoism.

Lu Xie still stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of the jet-black sword light, with an indifferent and calm expression.

Zhaorong has already retreated below, directing the practitioners in the ghost world, constantly calculating something, it has to be said that she is an excellent commander.

A ray of red light streaked across the sky above Kunlun Mountain, tearing a huge hole in the dark sword light that covered the sky and the sun, and in a blink of an eye, a man appeared in front of Lu Xie.

He stepped on the void, staring at Lu Xie with a ferocious face, red clothes and red pants, red hair and eyes, and the low roar of a beast came from his body.

Lu Xie looked up at him and said, "Ye Hu, you haven't broken through yet, and leaving the customs will not change the situation of the battle."

He is Ye Hu, the master of Feixue Cliff in Kunlun Mountain. He was supposed to retreat in the wild forest. He didn't know when he returned to Kunlun Mountain, but Lu Xie was not surprised.

Ye Hu opened his mouth slightly, and the roar of the tiger shook the world, and the dark sword lights in the sky shook, but under Zhaorong's command, they solidified again.

"The courage of the ghost world is really getting bigger and bigger. Kunlun Mountain is not the place for you to come!"

Ye Hu's pupils glowed red, and behind him appeared a phantom of a huge tiger.

Lu Xie said calmly: "If you choose to surrender, you can suffer fewer casualties."

Ye Hu shouted angrily: "Fantasy!"

Before Lu Xie could open his mouth, the sound of howling swords in the sky suddenly rose majesticly, like a huge wave suddenly rising on the sea.

Countless sounds of piercing the sky and howling swords mixed together, and countless sword lights in the sky suddenly solidified, turning into a huge pitch-black sword, stabbing towards the important place of Kunlun Mountain, the hanging island.

The pitch-black giant sword sank into the cloud-filled hanging island, and with a loud bang, the entire island began to vibrate, the clouds and mist began to collapse in all directions, and the waves surged, unstoppable.

Ye Hu was stunned for a moment, and then became more angry. He grabbed it with a palm, and a huge tiger claw fell towards Lu Xie with a majestic aura.

Lu Xie still fought back calmly. He raised his hand, and countless sword qi roared out from his palm, condensing into a shield of sword qi to block the phantom shadow of the tiger's claw, and sparks splashed out, filling the world.

The dwarf mountain began to tremble, and gravel rolled down. Some ghost practitioners with lower realms were unsteady and almost fell off the cliff.

The roar of the tiger was really terrifying.

But as long as Lu Xie is here, they will be fine.

Zhaorong still commanded the practitioners from the ghost world to condense their sword energy to attack the Hanging Island. When the second pitch-black giant sword sank into the clouds, there was no previous vibration, and a majestic and powerful aura swept out from behind the Hanging Island, directly attacking the island. The giant sword was defeated.

Lu Xie raised the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking that you finally couldn't help but take action.

Although the crisis was temporarily alleviated, Ye Hu was not happy at all. Instead, he was a little sad because he knew that the man was about to die.

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Mr. Cen was already short and old, but now he was even thinner and out of shape. He looked completely skinny. The hand holding the scepter trembled slightly, and that powerful breath was released by him.

He stood outside the Qingyang Hall, looking at the pitch-black sword rain above his head, his face became more and more solemn, and after a while, he suddenly shouted to the sky.

"Since you're here, show up!"

The voice was as loud as thunder, and it was hard to imagine that it came from the mouth of a dying old man.

Not long after Mr. Cen's voice fell, a cloud of black mist swept from afar, went straight to the sky, and then fell from the rain of swords in the sky, slowly drifting to the hanging island.

It was still a mass of black mist, with a figure that no one could see clearly inside, not even Master Cen, and a voice came from inside.

"How did you know I was coming?"

The voice was calm and indifferent, even a little immature.

Mr. Cen stared at the black mist and said, "Just because of your group of people, they still can't conquer Kunlun Mountain."

A voice came out again from the black mist: "Did you die by yourself? Or did I let all the disciples of Kunlun Mountain die in front of you, and then I killed you?"

(End of this chapter)