This was a rain of swords falling from the sky. The strange purple light shone on the sky, blocking the scorching sun and filling the entire Tiandao Pavilion with an icy chill. 』
All the Tiandao Pavilion disciples looked at this scene, and their eyes were completely widened.
Looking at the substantial purple dragon and the purple sword rain that filled the sky, their only thought was...
This is Tiandao Pavilion!
Could it be that Fang Zhengzheng wants to be the enemy of the entire Tiandao Pavilion
If Yan Xiu's battle with the Fifth Elder just now made them feel shocked, then now, feeling the sharpness of those sword lights, they felt frightened.
Get out of the way.
But how to hide
"No!" At this moment, an anxious roar rang out, and then, a huge pressure surged out from above the Temple of Heavenly Books.
It was overwhelming golden light.
And in the golden light, there is a dragon that is also like a real dragon, but it is a golden dragon, with two blood-red eyes shining with bloodthirsty light.
"Eye of the Blue Dragon?!"
Seeing the golden dragon rushing out, the two saints standing not far from the Great Xia Dynasty's Holy Lord Lin Mubai subconsciously took five steps back.
"Roar!" The beast's roar shook the sky.
Golden light covered the heads of the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion, and the golden dragon flew towards the purple dragon flying in the sky.
"Boom!" The purple sword light in the sky finally fell, landing on a piece of golden light, making a sharp and loud sound.
And then, there is the second path, the third path, the fourth path...
"Boom boom boom..."
Countless purple sword lights bombarded the golden light, causing the golden light to tremble.
Soon, golden light penetrated.
Countless rays of purple sword light passed through the golden light and fell towards the Tiandao Pavilion disciples below.
"There's no way to avoid it!"
"It must be blocked!"
"Integrate power into the Blue Dragon Eyes of the Great Xia Saint!"
The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion gritted their teeth as they looked at such a scene, and bright rays of light lit up on their bodies. At the same time, those rays of light quickly converged with the golden light in the sky.
The roaring sound is endless.
Some of the weaker Tiandao Pavilion disciples spat out a mouthful of blood and sat down on the ground, while even some of the Tiandao Pavilion disciples whose strength had reached the reincarnation realm were covered in sweat at this moment.
There were even some Tiandao Pavilion disciples in the reincarnation realm with blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths.
"Uh-huh!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Seeing more and more injured Tiandao Pavilion disciples, finally, several rays of light rushed up, rushing to the sky like lightning.
There were dozens of figures.
And on the forehead of each figure, there is an extremely complex character flashing.
A strong man in the holy realm.
"Ouch!" The purple dragon in the sky had collided with the golden dragon, and the claws of the two giant dragons shone with a cold, iron-like sheen.
At this moment, it was on top of the purple dragon.
There was still a person standing, who was wrapped in purple light. A strange purple light was flowing in his eyes, and the traceless sword in his hand was even more lustrous with a few traces of blood.
"The Traceless Sword?" Mu Qingfeng looked quietly at Fang Zhengzheng, who was standing on the purple dragon, and said in a very low voice.
"Poof!" A sound of blood spurting sounded.
Holy Master Lin Mubai's knees were shaking, and he was obviously injured. However, he was still persisting, and he seemed to have the belief to persevere to the end.
because…
He couldn't let Fang Zhengzheng's sword fall.
No matter what, he would never let Fang Zhengzheng's sword fall.
"Boom!" There was another loud noise from the sky.
That was the sound of the first Saint Realm warrior who rushed forward colliding with the purple dragon. It was a sword that could tear the air.
But even this sword...
The sword strike on the purple dragon still only caused the purple dragon to tremble, and bits of purple light fell from the place where the sword struck.
"So strong, is this kid really just in the reincarnation realm?!" The disciples of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion looked at such a scene and were obviously stunned for a moment.
By this time…
He finally understood how strong Fang Zhengzheng was, who had fought against the third elder and the fifth elder.
"Ouch!" A dragon roared.
The body of the purple dragon rolled in the air, and it avoided the entanglement of the golden dragon. A huge dragon tail directly swept the disciple of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion who rushed up first.
"Bang!" The body of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion disciple tilted, and the light covering his body dissipated like ice and snow melting, and a mouthful of blood spilled directly from the corner of his mouth.
This filled his eyes with disbelief.
Even though he had already felt how strong Fang Zhengzheng was, he was still so strong that it was unbelievable.
"It's the sword in his hand!"
"There's something weird about that sword!"
"Take the sword from his hand first!"
Several Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion disciples quickly exchanged glances, and then their eyes quickly focused on the Traceless Sword in Fang Zhengzheng's hand.
Then, they moved...
As fast as lightning.
Instead of fighting with the purple dragon, he directly chose to get close to Fang Zhengzheng.
When the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion below and the two saints standing not far from Mu Qingfeng saw this scene, their eyes subconsciously focused on the sword in Fang Zhengzheng's hand.
Because, they also reacted.
Fang Zhengzheng just now had obviously lost his fighting ability suddenly due to some special reasons, and could not even dodge the attack of the fifth elder.
So, how is it possible to suddenly fully recover
Moreover, it seems to be getting stronger.
This is simply not in line with common sense, so the only possibility is the sword in Fang Zhengzheng's hand, the sword named Wuhen that once belonged to the Holy God of War.
According to the legend, Mengtian, the Holy God of War, reached the Demon City of Blood Shadow with a sword, and then used the power of his sword to cut through the Blood Shadow City and kill the Demon Emperor Sikong.
This is a legend.
but…
But it is not something that happened in the past few hundred years.
Although the Holy God of War belongs to the Great Xia Dynasty.
But this deed did not happen in the current Daxia Dynasty, but in a very ancient time. At that time, the world was unified and there was only one country, the Daxia Dynasty.
That sword...
Is it really the sword that the Holy God of War used to have
I don't know why, but such an idea flashed through the minds of all the Tiandao Pavilion disciples almost at the same time, an idea that was baseless and could definitely make them question it.
However, now, there is no way to delve into this idea.
Because, Fang Zhengzheng had already moved. When dozens of disciples of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion rushed towards him, he moved. His long black gown was fluttering, and his blue gown was flying up under the blowing of the air waves.
And the sword in Fang Zheng's hand also gushed out with a flash of blood.
In the strange purple light, a glimmer of blood seemed extremely dazzling, and the murderous aura in that bloody light was so overwhelming that it made people unable to breathe.
"Dragon!" A cold voice came out of Fang Zhengzheng's mouth.
And then, Fang Zhengzheng and the purple dragon also rushed up in an instant, flew into the sky, and rushed into the clouds, like dragons returning to the sea.
However, a second voice came quickly from the clouds.
"dance!"
Then, there is the third voice, the fourth voice...
"eight!"
"square!"
And when the fourth voice sounded, the purple sword light that originally fell from the sky also completely stopped, as if the entire time had stopped.
However, this cessation did not last long.
Maybe, it's a breath, maybe, it's a blink, maybe, it's shorter...
But what is certain is that when those purple sword lights moved again, they no longer fell, but gathered together, like thousands of swords returning.
Countless sword lights completely converged into the clouds, dyeing the snow-white clouds into purple, with a hint of bloody purple.
The next moment, Zi, stained with blood, also rushed out.
Those are eight sword shadows.
Every sword shadow is as crystal clear as jade, purple light flows in every sword shadow, and every sword shadow contains substantial murderous intent.
"not good!"
"avoid!"
"separate!"
Dozens of disciples from the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion looked at the eight sword shadows rushing out from the clouds, and flew away in all directions without even hesitating.
Extremely fast.
However, the eight sword shadows were faster.
Every sword shadow seemed to be able to break through the space. The moment dozens of disciples of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion dispersed, they were already behind eight of them.
"Fight!" The eight Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion disciples felt the cold murderous intent behind them, and they all gritted their teeth together and turned around to slash at the sword shadow behind them.
"boom!"
Eight loud noises sounded at the same time, like eight shocking thunders.
But it’s obviously not over yet…
At the moment when the swords of the eight Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion disciples struck the eight sword shadows, eight phantom shadows also appeared behind them.
They were eight human-shaped black shadows.
Every shadow's eyes flashed with blood.
And the first shadow held a sword in its hand, a sword raised high, purple light flowing on the sword, and a dragon-like aura hovering on it.
"dragon!"
"Absolutely!"
"cut!"
The eight shadows came out with the same voice almost at the same time. Then, the swords in the hands of the eight shadows slowly fell down, towards the heads of the eight disciples of the Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion who had not recovered from the shock. Go down.
"What?!" The eight Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion disciples felt the sword light falling from above their heads, with expressions of extreme shock and unwillingness clearly flashing across their faces.
They can no longer escape.
Because the eight shadows appeared so fast that they couldn't react at all. What's more important is that these eight shadows appeared after the eight sword shadows.
How can they block or dodge again
Feeling the bone-chilling murderous aura, they were really unwilling to accept it. Once they entered the holy realm, they were entering another realm.
But now I have to die here...
Moreover, he still died in the hands of Fang Zhengzheng, who only had the reincarnation realm.
"No!" Eight unwilling voices sounded.
At the same time as these sounds sounded, the swords above their heads also stopped, and the movements of the eight shadows also stopped.
This is a very strange scene.
However, when this scene appeared, dozens of Holy Realm Tiandao Pavilion disciples, as well as all Tiandao Pavilion disciples below, were not too shocked.
only…
There was obviously a sense of shame on their faces.
"Master!"
All the Tiandao Pavilion disciples bowed in unison at this moment and lowered their heads towards Mu Qingfeng who was above the Heavenly Book Altar. However, Mu Qingfeng who was originally above the Heavenly Book Altar had disappeared.
"Buzz!" A sound shook the world.
Then, the purple clouds in the sky completely dispersed, and together with the clouds, there was also a purple soaring dragon that looked like a substance.
"Pavilion Master!" The two saints spoke, with unusually respectful expressions.
Holy Master Lin Mubai did not speak in a hurry, but looked nervously, staring closely at the two figures slowly emerging from the clouds.
over there…
There are two people.
Mu Qingfeng, wearing a white robe, stood in the air, his snow-white head flying in the air, and in his hand, he was holding another person.
Fang Zhengzheng.
However, at this moment, Fang Zhengzheng had his eyes closed tightly, the purple light on his body completely disappeared, and even the traceless sword in his hand was no longer there.
But even so, Fang Zhengzheng's teeth were still clenched, and it seemed that there was some kind of anger, and in the anger, there was also a kind of pain.
"Please, Pavilion Master, please spare Fang Zhengzheng's life! The Great Xia Dynasty is willing to bear the loss of Tiandao Pavilion today. If it still doesn't work... I am willing... to exchange my life for it!" After seeing this scene, the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai said, He also spoke immediately.
"Your Majesty, Great Xia, it doesn't have to be like this." After hearing the words of His Majesty Lin Mubai, Mu Qingfeng seemed a little surprised, but in the end, he shook his head.
"Fang Zhengzheng is in today's difficulties because of the Great Xia Dynasty. Whether it was the battle in the Southern Region or the disaster of Yanjing City, without him, there would be no Great Xia Dynasty today. Please allow me, Lord!" When the Holy Master Lin Mubai saw Mu Qingfeng shaking his head, his expression tightened and he said again.
And at this moment...
A painful sound also sounded in the Tianshu Altar.
Then, a figure flew up like an arrow, and bright red blood gushed out from the figure's body, making it look like a bloody man.
"Fifth Elder!" All the Tiandao Pavilion disciples also reacted at this time, but it was already too late. The Fifth Elder had already fallen heavily to the ground.
At the same time, an extremely terrifying black aura rushed out from the ground, wrapping around Yan Xiu's body like a demon rushing out of hell.
"Ah!" A painful roar came out of Yan Xiu's mouth, and the eye that was still as red as blood was filled with black aura at an extremely fast speed.
"Huh?" Mu Qingfeng's eyes also turned to Yan Xiu at this moment, looking at the red light on Yan Xiu's body that almost completely turned into black, and frowned slightly.