Marquis of Grand Xia

Chapter 977: Sword of the Desolate City

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Hongluan Star Territory, at the end of the collapsed Western Immortal Territory continent, a huge space crack appeared, and dozens of figures with extremely terrifying breath walked out.

In front of the space rift, Emperor Mingtian, who was wearing a silver robe, stood still, looking at the figures walking out in front of him, his calm expression showed the majesty of a superior.

"Your Highness!"

The powerful royal family saluted and respectfully said.

"Where's Father, didn't you come?"

Di Mingtian looked at a purple-clothed man at the head of the crowd and said.

"His Royal Highness, the king asked us to take a step ahead, and after we have finished dealing with the matter in our hands, we will leave and come here," the man in purple replied respectfully.

"Are those people in Shendu Mountain restless again?" Di Mingtian frowned.

The man in purple nodded and said, "Shendushan has always been at odds with our clan. This time, the seal has been opened. Wang intends to settle his worries before leaving."

Di Mingtian heard it, nodded slightly, and said, "That's okay."

"His Royal Highness, what is the strength of the powerhouses in this realm? Is there a king-level existence?" The man in purple asked.

Emperor Mingtian shook his head and said, "No, the only fourth realm has been killed before, so your mission is very clear, before the other big clans react, try to occupy as much territory and resources as possible for our clan. "

"Subordinates obey." The man in purple said respectfully.

Just when the Hongluan star field changed dramatically, in the major star fields, all the powerhouses above the real level all felt the pressure from the depths of the soul in the distance, and their faces were horrified.

The fourth realm, and there is more than one, how can this be!

Ziwei, outside the underworld, Ning Chen looked into the distance, also felt the powerful and unusual aura, his expression sank.

So many fourth realms appeared at one time, what happened

"Knowing Fate"

Below, the silhouettes of Yan Luo swept out, and said in a condensed voice, "What's going on?"

"unclear"

Ning Chen shook his head and said solemnly, "I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe."

"It's really a wave of unrest."

Nu Chang's face flashed dignified, where did the breath of so many fourth-level powerhouses come from.

"You stay, I'll go back to the world."

Ning Chen said in a condensed voice, without further delay, his figure flashed past and rushed towards the direction of the world.

At the same time, on the altar in the ancient land of the Moon Worship Clan, Feng Shen looked at the shaking sky, and a dignified look appeared in his eyes.

It was really an eventful time, and the calamity ended, and even greater disasters appeared.

"The High Priest."

Under the altar, the people of the Moon Worship Clan were worried. Such a shocking shock was unprecedented. There was no doubt that something big would happen in the world.

"I gonna go see."

On the altar, Feng Shen said something calmly, and the phoenix spread its wings and flew towards the sky.

In the world, the five regions are ups and downs, and each is located on one side. The vast and boundless divine soil nourishes the small world created by the gods.

In the Divine State of the Eastern Region, on the barren city that was destroyed in the divine calamity, a new barren city is reborn. On this day, the swordsman in white stepped forward, with a restrained sword intent, and returned again after a hundred years.

"Second Brother"

In the barren city, Jian San, who had been staying behind, was shocked when he saw the person coming, and lost his voice.

"Picture"

Jian Er stepped forward, looking at the younger brother who had changed in both his breath and appearance, with a look of emotion on his face.

Next to the sword pool, two eye-catching tombstones stand, one is the sword of the barren city, and the other is the best disciple of the barren city, a century of wind and clouds, I don't know how many people still remember the peerless style of the swordsman in the past.

"Master"

In front of Mubai's tomb, Jian Er silently knelt down, proud of his life, and at this moment, he couldn't help crying.

I have learned swords all my life, and I have been obsessed with swords all my life. However, swords are ruthless, people have feelings, and the catastrophe of China has brought too many disasters and many things, which will never be regretted.

The cold night is bleak, the autumn wind is bleak, and the white clothes kneeling on the ground are like the two masters and apprentices who shocked the world a hundred years ago.

At this moment, an extremely powerful oppressive force swept down over the Five Regions, without warning, but it was terrifying to make one's heart tremble.

In the five domains, one by one innate and immortal-treading powerhouses felt, their bodies trembled, their eyes looked at the sky, and their hearts were full of waves.

The terrifying coercion like the return of the gods, descended from the sky, the old man in gray and white clothes, with an extremely powerful breath, surpassed the restrictions of the world, and reached the legendary Fourth Realm.

"Sky"

The old man in grey looked at the east in the distance and murmured.

Although it has been a long time, he can still feel the strong resentment left before Tian Qiong's death. He never thought that a mission would let Tian Qiong stay in this pure land of Hades forever.

The gray clothes that flashed by, without any stop, rushed directly towards the Divine Land in the east, the speed was beyond imagination.

"Finally, is it my turn?"

In the barren city, Jian Er felt the terrifying aura coming from afar, and there was not much change in his expression. A person's life can be long or short, as long as he has no regrets and no shame, it is enough.

Master, Senior Brother, and Zhiming did everything they could, and this time, it was his turn to guard this pure land.

On Shenzhou, the figure in gray flashed past, the terrifying might fracturing the mountains and walking the rocks, the undisguised terrifying aura, rolled up thousands of dust waves, the houses collapsed, the landslides and the ground cracked.

The alien races from other realms don't take the life and death of the human beings in their eyes at all, and continue the hatred for countless thousands of years, making this indifference even more killing.

In an eventful autumn, Shenzhou suffered another catastrophe, and the demonic fire burned the earth, causing countless casualties.

At this moment, in the desolate city, a fierce sword light burst out of the sky, and the power was earth-shattering, shaking the entire Shenzhou.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, the grey clothed old man flashed a strange color in his eyes. There are still such masters in the world. Although the cultivation base is not satisfactory, this sword intent is indeed not bad.

After a short while, over the sky of Shenzhou, the sky and the earth are full of swords, and the infinite sword light rises into the sky, paving into a kendo, and on the ten thousand swords, the figure in white rises with the sword, hunting in white, like a sword fairy coming to the world, people dare not look directly.

"Swordsman, are you challenging this seat?"

The old man in gray looked at the young man in white who appeared in front of him, and said lightly.

"Why not?"

Jian Er held his right hand empty, and a broken sword flew out of the barren city and fell into his hand. In an instant, clouds moved in all directions, and sword lights galloped forward, slashing at the old man from the alien race.

"Young man who knows nothing."

The gray-robed old man raised his hand, and the incomparable demonic energy surged out. It was extremely terrifying.

"One Sword"

Jian Er swung the sword, and the sword soared, the infinite sword intent rose sharply, and the sword on the sword bloomed brilliantly.

"Ten thousand catastrophe"

In the past, the peak of Jianshang reappeared the peerless style, and the sword light burst out of the sky, severing the demonic fire in the sky, bringing a faint light to the world.

The double strokes slammed, but saw the second-hand broken sword reappeared with cracks, a waterfall of blood splashed, the swordsman stepped back several steps, his white clothes were dyed red, and he was injured by one stroke.

"Your sword cannot stop defeat."

In the surging demonic energy, the gray-clothed old man looked at the swordsman in front of him and sneered.

"Sword"

In the void, Jian Er's expression did not show any change. He attracted Yuan to protect the sword, and the invisible sword energy soared to the sky. In an instant, on the land of Shenzhou, the sword's meaning spread endlessly, and wherever the sword came, it became a world of swords.

"Wan Jian Dynasty"

Sword to the extreme, Wan Jian surrenders, in the world of Sword Intent, on the land of Shenzhou, one after another sword light rises into the sky, Wan Jian coils around the sky, and turns into a sword cloud storm, covering the nine days of cold moon.

A moment later, thousands of sword lights burst into the air, and the scene was shocking and shocking the entire Shenzhou.

As if the sword of the deserted city challenged the gods in a battle in the past, looking at it with both eyes, there are swords in the sky and the earth, with infinite sword intent and infinite sword energy.

In the four realms of extreme battles, what is the limit of the sword and what is the pinnacle of the Tao, in the midst of the beacon fires, each displays the power of the top.

Fighting several moves, the sword light is ten thousand heavy, the grey clothed old man blocked the continuous sword light, although he had an absolute advantage, but he did not dare to be careless in the face of the swordsman's life-and-death offensive.

"Sword"

"Zhu Xian"

Blue out of blue, the only one on the sword, the two swords pointed at the sword together, blood and energy condensed all over the body, in the murky light, in the void, a phantom of an ancient stone sword appeared, and the ancient myth of Zhuxian came back to the world.

Seeing this, the gray-clothed old man had a slightly condensed expression, raised his hand to condense his energy, and was full of demon energy. An incomparable giant demon image appeared, and he slammed down with a heavy punch to meet the Sword of Immortal Execution.

Zhuxian shakes the demons, manpower fights the demons, and when the thunder meets, the world is moved.

"Uh"

Blood splashed, dyed red and night, the swordsman who kept retreating, all white clothes dyed vermilion, the irreversible gap in cultivation made this battle against immortals more and more tragic.

"呲la"

Suddenly, there was a slight tearing sound of clothes and silk, and the old man in gray clothes cracked on his chest, a waterfall of blood splashed, and he was injured for the first time.

"You are very good."

The old man in gray looked at the wound on his chest that had been slashed by the sword energy, a flash of admiration flashed across his indifferent face, and said calmly, "Submit, this seat spares your life."

In the void, Jian Er did not answer, and looked at the barren city below, with an imperceptible smile on his face, Master, Senior Brother, this sword, respect your teaching.

"One Sword"

The final sword, before the move, the sword intent has spread rapidly. In an instant, the heaven and the earth sank, the entire Shenzhou earth shook violently, and the mountains and rocks flew up, disappearing in the sword energy that filled the sky.

The gray-robed old man felt it, his expression was slightly condensed, and he did not dare to hesitate any longer.

With a loud bang, he slapped his body with heavy palms, and vermilion splashed all over the sky. However, the swordsman's body remained motionless, and with sword intent, he climbed to the peak of his life.

"No Regrets"

Near the final move of Jin Chi, the majestic and unparalleled momentum, the dazzling golden sword light slashed down, severing all evils, the sword in the hands of the swordsman, the broken sword could not bear this magnificent sword intent, and it quickly turned gray.

The gray-clothed old man's expression changed, and he wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

The sword light fell, and it was dazzling. In the cold night, it was like a divine sun shining on the world, breaking through the darkness and bringing infinite light to the world.

"Jian Er!" At this moment, a figure in plain clothes rushed over from a distance, and when he saw the shocking scene in front of him, his eyes shrank unconsciously.