Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 233 Elegy
For some reason, the voice of the jailer always sounded a little immature, but no one dared to underestimate him. Even Mr. Cen had to rely on the power of Kunlun Yin and Hanging Island to fight against him.

Mr. Cen has the sacred Kunlun seal in his hand, and the jailer also has the sacred object in his hand.

It was a palm-sized black ball, like gold but not gold, jade but not jade, with groove-like lines engraved on the surface, it looked more like an enlarged version of a walnut.

In those ravines, there is a strange and cold sword aura permeating them.

The sacred object of the ghost world, the tomb of the underworld.

It is said that this holy object was born in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Tombs, the most terrifying place in the ghost world, so it was named the Tomb of Huangquan, which is full of the meaning of death.

With the help of Huang Quanzhong's power, the jailer defeated Mr. Cen for a while, after all he was seriously injured.

There was an uproar everywhere in Kunlun Mountain.

"Set up the formation and kill the intruders from the ghost world!"

Mr. Cen's voice came from the hanging island again, his aura was a little weaker than before, and he was seriously injured again by the tomb of the underworld.

Formation?Who can line up?

Master Xiang of Dust Cliff died in ambush, Lin Yuanshan in the Phaseless Realm was seriously injured and unable to move, and Ye Hu and Ye Fu were trapped in the ghost realm sword array again.

Kunlun Mountain's top combat power is gone at this time, so who will set up the formation?

But Mr. Cen would not shout this sentence for no reason, and not long after his voice fell, a icy sword light shot straight into the sky from a certain lone peak in the clouds and mist, and then sank into the sky.

That lone peak is called Chasing Cloud Peak.

Ye Fu looked at the sword light, and suddenly felt elated, but his face darkened again immediately.

Ye Hu glanced at him, but the anger on his face dissipated a lot, and said, "Maybe this girl can really do something unexpected."

Ye Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed lightly.

As the sword light soared into the sky on the Cloud Chasing Peak, a beautiful figure in plain green clothes dashed out and stood on the top of the Cloud Chasing Peak.

It was a young girl with a clear face, and her eyes should have been clear and flawless, but they were filled with a chill due to the thick bloody aura. She held a long sword of white light in her hand, and the sword aura lingered around the sword, showing extraordinary.

Her name is Ye Qing, she is the daughter of Ye Fu and Hua Xiao's couple, she has been studying swordsmanship in retreat at Zhuyun Peak, and now she has a cultivation level of Qianyuan Middle Realm.

After she appeared, the remaining disciples and elders on the four cliffs of Kunlun Mountain lined up one after another, and sword energy and heavenly zhenqi swept out instantly, and gathered towards the beautiful figure in green on Zhuyun Peak.

She held the sword high, gathering the sword energy and the heavenly zhenqi coming from all directions, exuding a brilliant power, with the potential to shake the world.

Ye Qing's realm may not be enough, but with the power of all the disciples in Kunlun Mountain, he can still make a difference.

The Wan Jian Tong Profound Formation reappeared, stronger and more majestic than the previous one on Dust Cliff, covering a wider range, covering both the short mountain where the ghost practitioners were located and the ghost world sword formation .

The jailer looked at the true energy and sword energy above his head, and said indifferently: "You think you can trap me with this low-level sword formation?"

Mr. Cen coughed violently, and said, "This formation is for your subordinates, and you will be dealt with by this old man."

Whether it is the elders of the upper realm of Qianyuan or the disciples of the lower realm, they all play a role in their own positions.

Countless swords shone with cold light, and countless streaks of zhenqi covered the sky and covered the sun, and then turned into a rain of swords and fell towards the ghostly sword array on the short mountain.

Crackling, like the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves, the Ghost Realm sword formation was in a stalemate with it, and the trapped Ye Hu and Ye Fu began to exert their strength.

The Wan Jian Tong Xuan Formation under Ye Qing's control finally defeated the Ghost Realm Sword Formation after cooperating with Ye Hu and Ye Fu.

The sword rain fell towards the ghost practitioners on the dwarf mountain.

Zhaorong's face changed suddenly, and sword energy surged out of his body instantly, and the ghost book of life and death was used to the extreme.

……

……

Countless thunderclaps resounded from the hanging island. They were not real thunderclaps, but the sound of the coercion released by two sacred objects colliding with each other.

The jailer was still hidden in the black mist, and his aura was cold and cold. Huangquan Tomb was suspended above the head outside the black mist, stirring up countless ripples of sword energy, continuously devouring those golden lights.

Mr. Cen was seriously injured. Even with the blessing of Xuankong Island's mighty power, he couldn't repel the jailer, let alone kill him.

Suddenly, Mr. Cen raised the dead wood scepter high, and the Kunlun Seal above suddenly filled with a powerful and extremely oppressive aura, and even the black ripples of sword light around the Yellow Spring Tomb began to fade away.

The one who can have such power is probably only the legendary strong man in the Taiqing Realm.

The jailer suddenly raised his head and stared at the Kunlun seal, he guessed that the aura was most likely left by the mountain master, and it was enough to suppress his Huangquan tomb.

Bathed in the golden light, Master Cen slowly walked a few steps forward.

If there were no holy relic, Huangquan Tomb, I am afraid that the jailer would have been unable to move by now, but even with Huangquan Tomb, his sea of ​​energy still stagnated for a short time.

A moment later, with a movement of his body, he appeared in front of Mr. Cen, with the tomb of the underworld suspended above his head, and when he stabbed out with a finger, countless sword auras swept across in an instant.

Master Cen directly stabbed out the dead wood scepter like a sword, bringing out the most majestic and pure sky-reaching zhenqi to meet those pitch-black sword qi.

There was a loud noise between heaven and earth, but no one was paying attention. Ye Qing led all the disciples of Kunlun Mountain to fight fiercely with Zhao Rong and other practitioners from the ghost world.

After a short period of healing, Lu Xie escaped from a certain mountain, and confronted the joint efforts of Ye Fu and Ye Hu all by himself.

Numerous cracks appeared on Mr. Cen's clothes, and blood overflowed from them, and the jailer retreated tens of feet, and his condition was not good.

Although suppressed by the aura left by the mountain lord on the Kunlun seal, the jailer, relying on the blessing of Huangquanzhong, managed to control his sea of ​​qi in a perfect state, although the speed was slower.

The speed is a bit slow, but it is enough for a practitioner like Master Cen. He can find an opportunity with the slightest gap and kill the prisoner.

The premise is that Mr. Cen can live longer, even for a moment, but his current state is not optimistic.

……

……

"Prisoner, it's not easy for you to get this way, you'd better retreat as soon as possible."

Master Cen's voice sounded again on the hanging island, this time it was even weaker, and the voice quickly drifted into the wind, and then disappeared.

The still calm voice of the jailer came out of the black mist: "I didn't expect that the master of Kunlun Mountain would be reduced to such a level of lies. By the way, I forgot to tell you. Bai Ya should come out soon."

Mr. Cen's eyes trembled slightly. Once Bai Ya came out, Kunlun Mountain would lose even faster. He didn't understand how the jailer found Bai Ya and released him.
The jailer continued: "You seem to have many questions, but I won't tell you."

The clouds and mist gathered again, covering the hanging island and enveloping the two figures at the same time. The coercion left by the mountain master on the Kunlun seal was still extremely oppressive.

No one could see how the two fought fiercely in the clouds and mist, and they had no time to watch.

The entire hanging island, no, the energy of the entire Kunlun Mountain suddenly surged towards Mr. Cen's body. The originally short and skinny body gradually grew bigger, filled with golden light, like a god.

The clouds and mist are no longer churning, and it looks extremely quiet from the outside, but in fact, stormy waves have already set off inside.

The energy of heaven and earth converged on Mr. Cen, and he stabbed out again with a stick.

The suspended island shook violently, and countless gravels fell.

The sky and the earth changed color, as if they were about to be divided into two halves.

The jailer felt the pressure for the first time, and he worked hard to keep his breath running smoothly under the pressure of Kunlun Yin.

He disappeared from the spot.

The dead wood scepter left Master Cen's hand and followed the prisoner.

The speed of the jailer is very fast, but the speed of the dead wood scepter is even faster, faster than Jian Guang.

Not long after, the dead wood scepter fell on the jailer, and even Huangquanzhong couldn't stop this seemingly ordinary scepter that gathered endless energy from heaven and earth.

Countless blood flowers fell into the cloud and mist, and then dripped onto the hanging island.

The jailer was seriously injured and was no longer able to fight. Although he was dying, he did not die.

The dead wood scepter was shattered into debris and drifted away with the wind. Mr. Cen's body became short and thin again, and he fell straight backward, with no life in his eyes.

Feeling that powerful aura completely disappear between heaven and earth, mournful roars came from every corner of Kunlun Mountain.

Heart-piercing, earth-shattering.

Mr. Cen survived several winters, but finally passed away in this winter, and his soul returned to heaven and earth.

The tragic song was like falling from the sky, resounding through the world of Kunlun.

(End of this chapter)