Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 231 The Golden Light Across the West Continent

In the ghost world, there was only one person who dared to speak such wild words in front of Mr. Cen. Although Mr. Cen was seriously injured and dying, he still did not die.

The owner of the voice in the black mist is the prisoner of the ghost world. No one knows whether it is the name of a person or the title of the ruler of the ghost world.

With his realm, he could easily kill anyone in Kunlun Mountains, but he didn't do it right away, because the dying old man in front of him made him feel a little dangerous.

That is a deeply hidden danger that erupts just before death.

On the top of the low mountain in the distance, although Ye Hu's offensive was unparalleled, there was a level gap between him and Lu Xie after all. He was soon controlled by the sword energy released by Lu Xie.

The pitch-black sword light was filled with endless sword energy, forming a ghostly sword array that trapped Ye Hu in it.

Lu Xie didn't kill him, and it was difficult for even the ghost master to completely avoid the dying counterattack of a strong man in the phaseless middle realm.

Zhaorong is still commanding the practitioners in the ghost world to condense the sword light all over the sky. They are on a low mountain, but they can rule the battle situation.

Lu Xie glanced at Ye Hu, who was trapped in the sword array, and disappeared in place as soon as he moved, and when he reappeared, he had swept within the range of the four cliffs and one island.

According to the information obtained by the ghost world, the two cliff masters of Kunlun Mountain went to the ruins of the ancient battlefield, and one is now trapped by the sword array of the ghost world. Only the cliff master is sitting on the dusty cliff.

There are two phaseless realm powerhouses in Liaochen Cliff, a cliff master and an elder who has been in seclusion for many years.

The two of them broke through the rain of swords all over the sky, and the majestic aura pressed down, locking on to the short figure.

Lu Xie stepped on the sky, raised his head and looked at the two of them calmly and said, "Xiang Qian and Lin Yuanshan are just two losers, but they are so famous."

Xiang Qian is the master of the dusty cliff, in the middle of no phase.

Lin Yuanshan is the elder of Chenya, at the beginning of Wuxiang.

Although looking at the Kunlun Realm, this level is already at the top, but in the eyes of Lu Xie, a strong man in the Nirvana Realm, they are still weak.

Xiang Qian's eyes were cold, and his body was filled with majestic qi, and he shouted sharply: "Lu Xie, you are indeed capable of entering Kunlun Mountain, but do you think you can leave safely?"

Lu Xie said indifferently: "A childish threat."

Xiang Qian took a deep breath, and exchanged a glance with Lin Yuanshan, the heavenly zhenqi emanating from their bodies tended to be connected together.

Lu Xie did not move, but a dark sword light appeared between his eyebrows. In the sword light was a short and sharp black lightsaber.

This is his natal flying sword, the natal flying sword of a strong man in the upper realm of Nirvana, it can be called a magic weapon.

The black sword light flashed, and the void was torn apart, leaving an imperceptible trace. Lu Xie's natal flying sword flew out like this, at an extremely fast speed, faster than the fastest sword practitioner in the world.

Everything happened so suddenly, Xiang Qian and Lin Yuanshan hadn't reacted yet, the dark sword light pierced through the barrier of the heavenly zhenqi, and passed through the bodies of these two phaseless realm powerhouses one after another.

The black light swept back and returned to Lu Xie's eyebrows.

Everything happened in just a moment, a sword in a moment, and the two were seriously injured in a moment.

Xiang Qian and Lin Yuanshan's faces turned pale, and their bodies staggered to the edge of the dusty cliff. Tongtian Zhenqi swept out again, and continued to gather towards the wound. The sluggish breath was enough to show that the two were seriously injured.

Lu Xie's body trembled slightly, and his eyes showed surprise. He obviously didn't expect Xiang Qian and Lin Yuanshan to react so quickly. The moment the natal flying sword passed through their bodies, they actually used the heavenly zhenqi to attack the natal flying sword. attack.

Countless disciples and elders of the Qianyuan realm poured out from the dusty cliff, and countless auras of heaven-reaching Taoism and sword aura roared out, all targeting that short figure.

In an instant, the dust cliff shook.

Lu Xie didn't show any fear, instead he showed a sarcasm smile, looking at this group of Kunlun Mountain disciples, it was like looking at a group of ants.

He disappeared again, and appeared on the dusty cliff in an instant. A black sword light swept out and penetrated the bodies of the two elders of the Qianyuan realm.

In an instant, the sea of ​​qi shattered, the blood froze, and the two elders of the Qianyuan realm died.

Xiang Qian sat cross-legged on the edge of the dust cliff and let out an angry shout. Just when he was about to make a move, he felt severe pain in his body and his breath immediately became disordered.

He couldn't move, and neither could Lin Yuanshan.

Those elders and disciples on the dusty cliff could only be slaughtered by Lu Xie.

Within a few breaths, there were dozens of corpses on the dusty cliff, and the bloody aura began to spread on this sacred mountain.

Suddenly there was an formation, and a huge sword formation was formed above the dust cliff. The sword formation was filled with majestic Tongtian Zhenqi, and everyone in Chenya stood scattered to maintain this formation composed of sword Qi and Tongtian Zhenqi. A mysterious formation composed of air.

Trapped in it, Lu Xie looked up coldly at this somewhat powerful formation, but felt vulnerable.

Wan Jian Tong Xuan Formation.

Kunlun Mountain's formation, which is based on the fusion of Sword Dao and Tongtian Dao, has not been truly used since its creation.

Countless sword lights whizzed down under the package of the heavenly zhenqi, Lu Xie's eyes reflected the rain of swords all over the sky, but he just raised his hand lightly.

boom!
Suddenly thunder sounded from his body, and immediately majestic sword energy swept out, directly touching the rain of swords all over the sky.

In an instant, the world shook.

Lu Xie was stunned, a trace of astonishment appeared in his tiny pupils, and immediately the sword energy rose again, and the Wan Jian Tong Xuan Formation only supported for a moment before it shattered.

Countless figures flew out upside down, blood spattered all over the sky, some were seriously injured, some died, and nearly two-thirds of Chenya's foundation was lost.

After a short recovery, Xiang Qian's figure burst out, and wrapped in the mighty sky-reaching true energy, he rushed towards Lu Xie like a burning meteor.

Lu Xie smiled indifferently, and the natal flying sword emerged again, suspended on the fingertips, and the sword energy surrounded the flying sword like a dragon.

Xiang Qian appeared in front of him in an instant, and his speed did not slow down. The sky-reaching zhenqi spread to a huge size of hundreds of feet, directly enveloping Lu Xie.

A blush appeared in Lin Yuanshan's eyes, bloodshot covering the entire eyeball.

The bodies of those elders and disciples who were still alive trembled violently, and their noses suddenly sore.

boom!
There was a loud bang in the sky, and a jet-black sword light burst out from the heavenly zhenqi, and the blood rain fell, falling on every inch of the ground in Chenya, and falling on the faces of everyone in Chenya.

The Tongzhen Qi dissipated, and Lu Xie fell precariously, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but Xiang Qian was nowhere to be seen.

"what!"

I don't know who let out a stern roar, and in an instant, countless offensives with hatred and killing intent fell towards Lu Xie.

These disciples and elders of Kunlun Mountain were so angry that they exhausted all their true energy and wanted to take revenge even to the death.

Lin Yuanshan spat out a mouthful of blood, endured the severe pain in the sea of ​​​​qi, and slowly stood up. At some point, this somewhat withered face was already covered with tears.

Everyone on the dusty cliff was in tears, and the tears mixed with blood, there was no horror, only endless sorrow.

That blood belongs to Xiang Qian, and he has now turned into countless blood flowers and merged with Chenya.

Watching the countless attacks fall, Lu Xie did not go forward again, and fled hundreds of meters away with a single movement. Xiang Qian's last self-destruction damaged his foundation, and he is now seriously injured.

He didn't expect that the people of Kunlun Mountain would work so hard to defend the mountain gate?
Lu Xie has no fighting power for the time being, and everyone in the dusty cliff has no strength to chase any longer. They are all paralyzed in place, looking at the countless corpses of their fellow disciples, feeling even colder, colder than the snow in every corner of Kunlun Mountain.

The rest of the three cliffs had no phaseless realm powerhouses, and they suffered heavy losses under the attack of ghost realm practitioners commanded by Zhaorong.

When an angry figure rushed into the short mountain, it was considered that the situation of the battle was temporarily reversed.

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The vicissitudes of the man in sackcloth rushed into the short mountain, killed several ghost practitioners in an instant, and then stopped somewhere under the mountain, confronting Zhaorong.

He has short brown hair, a dirty headband on his forehead, and a stubble face. He doesn't look like a practitioner of the Formless Realm, but the aura emanating from him is enough to show his strength.

In the middle of no phase.

He is Ye Fu, a swordsmith who lives by the river. He has been forging swords for many years, and many people ignore his own strength.

Zhaorong stared at him and said, "Who are you?"

Ye Fu said: "It doesn't matter who I am, you all deserve to die for invading Kunlun Mountain!"

After the words fell, he did not hesitate, and a rough and mottled iron sword flashed in his hand, which looked more like a piece of scrap iron.

Zhaorong sarcastically said, "You want to defend Kunlun Mountain with just such a piece of scrap iron?"

Ye Fu said: "Scrap iron can also kill people."

He threw the iron sword into the sky, and the sword energy surged in an instant, and the iron sword turned into a huge sword shadow, slashing towards Zhaorong directly.

Zhaorong's face suddenly turned cold, thinking when did Kunlun Mountain have such a powerful person?
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On the Hanging Island, Mr. Cen and the Prisoner of the Ghost Realm did not do anything. The two looked at each other and did not speak. It lasted for a long time. Naturally, they could sense the war on Kunlun Mountain.

Master Cen's face became darker and darker. He seemed to be making no move, but he was still brewing something.

The jailer knew what he was brewing, but he didn't know what was brewing.

There was another long silence. At a certain moment, Mr. Cen suddenly raised the scepter like a dead tree.

In the dark mist, the warden was a little curious.

A not majestic but extremely mysterious breath permeated from Mr. Cen's body, and this state lasted for about ten breaths.

call out!
Suddenly there was a lightning-like sound across the sky above Kunlun Mountain, and a terrifying pressure filled the air.

Everyone was stunned, including those who were fighting in the Kunlun Mountain Gate and the practitioners of the ghost world, they all looked up at the sky.

The jailer also raised his head.

A ray of golden light came from an extremely distant place, pierced through most of the western continent, leaving a deep trace in the sky, and the tail of the golden light was as brilliant as fireworks.

That coercion made everyone's hearts tremble violently, even the black mist around the jailer became thicker.

(End of this chapter)