Zheng—
The sword rang loudly, and the three-foot sword tip swept across with great sword power.
Bai Jin thrust out a sword, directly hitting the weak spot of the sword net, destroying Meng Buwei's protective sword light with one strike. Zhan Hongqu followed closely, with a domineering sword intent surging out, colliding in mid-air, and breaking the long sword in Meng Buwei's hand.
The two men's sword intentions cooperated tacitly. The long swords in their hands were extended and instantly connected into one, flashing and floating dazzlingly, like a big net covering the sky and enveloping Meng Buwei in it in an instant.
In an instant, the sound of sword energy resounded throughout the surroundings. In the air, black and white light flickered, as if thousands of people were fighting at this moment.
An extremely powerful and terrifying sword curtain enveloped his entire body, advancing layer by layer, leaving him nowhere to hide. The protective sword energy was broken, and the power of heaven and earth that he relied on was also suppressed by the opponent. The long sword in Meng Buwei's hand, which was used to cultivate both his life and death, no longer had its divine light, and the sword intent was dim and suppressed to the point of being horrible.
The impact of the white sword spirit made Meng Buwei retreat and his body and mind became unstable. The long sword in his hand loosened and was picked up by the red song and fell into the sky.
not good!
Two long swords, one black and one white, slashed towards him. The cold air stung his eyes and made them shrink suddenly. Meng Buwei's scalp tightened. At this critical moment, he didn't care about anything else and opened his mouth to spit out a black iron sword.
The sword's tip was like a needle, surging into the air. The powerful sword intent suddenly scattered, distorting the surrounding space, and the ripples were as violent as raging waves.
Zhan Hongqu's heart trembled, and he recognized the iron sword as belonging to the elder of the Tianjian Sect. He pulled back and held the sword in front of him.
At the same time, he did not forget to help Bai Jin and took him away from the limelight temporarily.
The fierce sword intent rolled up the wind and clouds, and as soon as it appeared, an incomparably violent sword force penetrated out, one became two, two became four, four became eight... In the blink of an eye, hundreds of bright swords rolled down like waterfalls.
The enormous sword force is far beyond the ability of the Void Refinement Realm to stop, especially the condensed and undispersed sword intent, which carries the power of heaven and earth, making each sword light have an extremely terrifying destructive power.
For a moment, the air around froze.
The sword force easily tore through the small world, unstoppable like a broken bamboo.
Seeing this, Bai Jin did not show any panic on her face. She raised her hand and pressed it on her waist, releasing the black jade sword pendant on her waist.
Buzz buzz buzz—
Chang Chong's sword intent was poured in, and the black jade sword swelled in the wind. The black sword body was deep, and the two edges were white and ethereal. It was surrounded by black sword energy and divine light, and it looked extremely domineering.
Nine Swords: Great Trend of Heaven.
As soon as this sword came out, Meng Buwei's face changed immediately. The protective sword that Mei Wangsu gave him was a token of the elders. It was jointly forged by several elders of the Tianjian Sect. It condensed the sword intent with the sole purpose of seeking immortality. It was a treasure that sword practitioners all over the world were competing to pursue.
But it depends on what you compare it to.
If all the swords in Bu Lao Mountain were divided into four categories, the iron sword held by each disciple would be the lowest, followed by the Zhan Ming Xin, Zhan Hong Qu, and even Meng Buwei's own long sword that he used to cultivate both his life and death.
The third class is the tokens that the elders carry with them. They are condensed from pure sword intent, and the forging method is unknown. They are unique to the Tianjian Sect in the world, just like the Demon-Suppressing Stele in the Dashan Temple. Even if you have a connection with it, you can’t get it.
The second class is the nine swords that have been passed down by the Tianjian Sect to this day.
The time goes back to a thousand years ago. Qi Lijing accepted a group of "useless" disciples. He wanted to pass on the immortal sword spirit, but no one could learn it, so he asked the disciples to forge their own swordsmanship.
Thus, the Nine Swords were created. Qi Lijing went through them one by one, using his fingers as stones to sharpen the nine swords.
With the invincible power of Qili Jing in his lifetime, there is no need to say more about the power of the Nine Swords that he personally consecrated. They are transcendent and have their own realm. As soon as they are born, they will be reshaped by thunder tribulation.
The nine swords were formed due to the opportunity of thunder tribulation, carrying the power of heaven. Each of the nine swords has a name, which was not given by later generations, but was formed by heaven and earth.
As for the first class, it is the Tianjian Peak which was transformed from the iron sword that Qi Lijing carried with him. It is the foundation that suppresses the fortune of the Tianjian Sect and is said to be indestructible and indestructible.
Compared with the elder's sword and the nine swords, it seems that there is only a difference of one level, but in fact, the difference between acquired and innate is more than heaven and earth.
To put it bluntly, the swords worn by the elders are just the Nine Swords that have been mass-produced. They have not been consecrated by the Abandoned Sutra, and God is unwilling to bless them. They are pirated products without the official seal.
Because this is the world of cultivating immortals, the official is king, and here there will not be a situation where pirated products beat the genuine products to death on the beach.
As a second-generation disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect, Meng Buwei naturally recognized the sect leader's treasure, Dashitian. He turned around and left without saying a word.
He flew across the sky with his sword and plunged straight into the abyss, cursing Lin Buyan for being so scheming and playing one trump card after another without giving him a chance to catch his breath.
"Damn it, this guy! The master's token is so precious, yet he just casually gave it to a third-generation disciple. This bastard schemes against others all day long. He has no shame at all!"
As soon as the cursing ended, a black light overtook the car from behind and rapidly fell down the dark cliff.
Meng Buwei had sharp eyes and clearly saw the sword that Hei Guang bestowed on Mei Wangsu. He thought to himself that the Nine Swords were indeed invincible, so he ran away even faster.
It is not advisable to stay here for long, the best option is to leave.
He made up his mind that it was impossible to kill Bai Jin, so he quickly told his master Mei Wangsu the news that Dashitian was in Bai Jin's body. By then, no matter if they sneak attacked Lin Buyan and caused his accidental death, or Mei Wangsu personally rushed into the secret realm to seize Dashitian, the advantage would be on their side.
This is a sure thing!
As soon as the thought came to mind, a black sword light came whistling, and its heavy force was like an endless ocean lying across the sky, and it was also like the sky was spinning and the earth was turning. People were looking upside down at the ocean in the air. Under the condition of weightlessness, they could not tell which was the sky and which was the sea.
The black light went straight through and washed over the place where Meng Buwei was, and the remaining force continued to fall. After a long time, there was a loud bang, which shook the abyss and the canyon trembled continuously.
With one sword, he knocked the elder's iron sword away, and with another sword, he severely injured Meng Buwei. Bai Jin, holding the Great Power Sky, swept down the third sword and chased him with another sword.
"What a good sword! Is this the Nine Great Swords of Lingxiao Sword Sect?"
Zhan Hongqu's eyes lit up as he looked closely at the magic sword in Bai Jin's hand, rubbing his hands with envy.
Want to touch.
The sword edge that Qi Lijing had touched with her own hands, this kind of damage was simply unbearable for a sword cultivator. It was because she had touched another Nine Swords of Great Power in her early years and was injured by the sword edge. The wound on her fingertips could not heal and she bled for three years. She knew how powerful the Nine Swords were, otherwise she would have started touching it.
Bai Jin nodded and looked intently at the Sanyuan Sword Formation.
The sword formation was a world of its own, and the mysterious artistic conception had touched the threshold of the fusion stage. She had read the library of the Lingxiao Sword Sect and knew the great power of the fusion stage cultivators. Just like the secret realm in front of her, the fusion stage cultivators could be in it, and modify the shape of the secret realm at will. What's more, they could stitch together several secret realms, refine them for their own use, and create natural treasures.
Wen Bubei had been in the Great Perfection of the Void Refinement Realm for a hundred years. With his aptitude, he should have broken through to the Fusion Stage long ago. The fact that he had not done so had not affected his repeated hopping on the edge of the Fusion Stage's threshold.
Bai Jin was worried about Lu Bei's safety and did not bother to check whether Meng Buwei was dead or alive. He added the power of Changchong sword and slashed down with his backhand again.
The target this time is the Sanyuan Sword Formation.
After swinging the sword four times in succession, the consumption of Chang Chong's sword power was alarming. Bai Jin's body trembled and his face turned pale involuntarily.
Seeing the black light cut through the outer barrier of the sword formation and create an entrance and exit, a smile appeared on the pale and pretty face.
At this moment, the Dashitian in his palm suddenly trembled, the sword light surged, broke free from Bai Jin and left, diving into the sword formation.
The sudden scene stunned Bai Jin. Thinking that the sword was a precious inheritance from his master, if it was lost, the Lingxiao Sword Sect might be destroyed, he was so frightened that his face turned pale and he felt unwell.
Zhan Hongqu didn't know the reason, and pouted his lips and said, "Junior apprentice sister Bai, you dote on your little junior brother too much. Dashitian is the leader's treasure. You know what it means when leader Lin entrusts it to you. How can you let him hand it over to others so easily?"
"No, I didn't..."
"Da Shi Tian himself..."
…
At the bottom of the abyss, two consecutive beams of black light fell to the ground, tearing the abyss apart and expanding, killing all the strange beasts and poisonous creatures hiding there.
In the smoke, a figure climbed up and staggered forward.
"puff-"
Meng Buwei had disheveled hair and was covering his broken right arm. He took just two steps when he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He took a few deep breaths, still feeling frightened. “Fortunately, when I was fighting demons and defending the Way in my early years, I learned the magic sect’s method of surviving after losing an arm. Otherwise, nine lives would not be enough to compensate me today.”
"hateful!"
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky with a sinister look on his face and said coldly, "Bai Jin has great power. I am no match for her. I have no complaints about losing. Junior brother, you can protect yourself with your own skills. If you are defeated... Senior brother will call Master to save you."
After saying this, he quickened his pace.
After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a strange noise behind me.
At the bottom of the dark abyss, one could hear a pin drop, and the rustling sound was comparable to thunder, exploding in one's ears in an instant, making Meng Buwei's scalp numb.
He turned around suddenly, with a long sword in his hand, sword energy protecting his body, and the small world unfolded rapidly.
"What the hell is this? Get out of here right now!"
Boom—
In the boundless darkness, waves of fire rose endlessly. In the center of the sea of fire, a giant python hundreds of meters long coiled its body with its head held high, with wings on its back and a pair of vertical snake pupils looking down from above.
The flames swept across, and a terrifying pressure followed, shattering the mountain walls and causing them to collapse, and all life force dissipated.
Meng Buwei: (°_°)
NMD, why
The giant python was born with a strange appearance and was definitely not an ordinary creature. The uncontrollable palpitations reminded Meng Buwei that if he didn't leave now, it was uncertain whether Wen Bubei would be dead or alive today, and he would definitely be killed by the snake's bite.
"My friend, the person who disturbed your sleep is upstairs. It has nothing to do with me!"
Meng Buwei's brows were covered with sweat, and he secretly thought that he was unlucky today. He retreated while maintaining stability in his small world, trying his best to resist the surging waves of fire.
The next second, his eyes went dark, and he saw only infinite red light pressing down on the small world, causing it to shatter, and a huge body moved sideways towards him.
BANG!!
The heart was broken and the sword was broken. A concave human-shaped mark appeared on the wall, and blood flowed out through the cracks in the broken stones.
The giant python folded its wings and coiled itself back into the sea of fire. After just a few breaths, the flames and the giant python disappeared at the same time, leaving behind a slender and graceful figure.
She Xuan: (ΦωΦ)
She moved her hands and feet on the spot, looked left and right, and subconsciously entered a demonic state, sticking out her tongue to capture the smell information in the air.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss—”
The golden-scaled snake coiled around and bit a strand of She Xuan's hair, looking a little angry.
She Xuan grabbed the golden-scaled snake with her backhand, and regardless of its desperate struggle, she lifted the front of her clothes and imprisoned it in great terror.
After finishing these, She Xuan raised her hand to support the burden on her chest, her vertical snake pupils looked up into the sky, the corners of her mouth curled up, saliva dripping.
Hissing—
The saliva fell to the ground and black smoke rose.