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Chapter 83 1 Sword Kills Xuan

Under the death blow of black stone,

The two half-step golden elixirs of Xuanhen Sword Sect looked at each other, both seeing the other's uneasiness.

Huai Suimu nodded slightly to Qu Man. The two of them had a clear understanding of each other, and at the same time they began to inject Gang Yuan into the spirit python sword hanging in the air behind them.

After being infused with Gang Yuan, the shadow of the sword python in the sword became more and more agile, and even stood out on the sword, swimming in a meandering way.

Luo Yun and Peng Ran on the opposite side also saw the strange movement here.

Peng Ran frowned and whispered to Luo Yun, "I don't know why, but I always feel that the two people from the Xuanhen Sword Sect opposite are a little sinister."

Luo Yun had actually been observing secretly for a long time, and his Taoist mind was so keen that he couldn't tell that the other party must have a conspiracy. After thinking about it, he decided to send the message,

"Whenever they make any move later, you and I will take action."

Peng Ran was startled, looked at the opposite side carefully, and confirmed,

"Is the audience also taking action?"

Luo Yun remained calm and explained via voice transmission: "Xuanhen Daozi on the stage is about to lose. I see the face on the other side with an unfazed expression. Those two hanging swords may be his back-up moves.

As soon as they make any move, you and I will stop them to prevent them from rescuing people or besieging them. "

Peng Ran's eyes widened, and he was surprised by the sound transmission, "Many monks are watching, this Xuanhen Sword Sect has no face at all?"

Luo Yun nodded slightly, "Although this is the worst possibility, I feel that this is also the best possibility."

The two stopped talking and just stared at Xuanhen Daozi opposite.

……

On top of the black stone,

The strong wind blows randomly and is unpredictable. The sword's Gangyuan is poured into it, forming a tornado blade, blocking thousands of silver threads from the outside.

The golden crown on Wu Ying's head had fallen to dust, and the cloud clothes on his body were cut open by the scattered wind blades. But these are all important points. The most important thing now is to deal with the silver threads rolling in the sky.

Unexpectedly, he accidentally destroyed the spirit sword that he had kept with him for many years. Wu Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was no smile on his face, only a cold murderous intention.

I saw her fiercely urging Gang Yuan, frantically pouring it into the immature sword field, generating a wind blade tornado,

On the other side, one-third of the Gang Yuan was secretly injected into the spirit python sword hanging behind him.

Jiang Moshu sneered inwardly. A blind man could also see that there was something wrong with the hanging sword. Controlled by thousands of silver threads, his own Zhu Xuan sword energy had already hidden in the void, protecting his whole body tightly, but he was not afraid of sneak attacks.

The silver threads glowed faintly, intertwining and shuttled between each other, like a silver net pressing down in the air, blocking out all the skylight and clouds. Countless wind blade tornadoes were like fish caught in a net, struggling desperately in it, but gradually exhausted their strength and disappeared.

Seeing that the silver net was about to be crushed by the wind blade cover, Wu Ying finally turned pale and was extremely nervous.

Suddenly, the spirit python sword flashed with brilliance.

A trace of color suddenly appeared on Wu Ying's face, and she gave Jiang Moshu a cold look, as if she wanted to remember this person for the last time.

Pointing his hand towards the Spirit Python Sword, the Spirit Python Sword suddenly glowed brightly, but then suddenly disappeared into the void.

At the same time, under the ring, the two spiritual python swords behind Huai Suimu and Qu Man also disappeared into the void.

The two of them glanced at each other and immediately understood that Sword Escape to the Void had been activated. The three swords were slashing at the same time, and even Jin Dan could only drink his anger on the spot.

Before I had time to see the result, a stream of Yinhua fell from the sky, and the sound of a mysterious mantra came to my ears.

What rushed towards him were three twenty-foot-sized beast ghosts.

A shout broke through the air, "What a good thief, you really dare to attack the small with more, you are shameless, right? Master Peng will teach you the rules of life."

……

On the cloud platform, Fu Yuchu slammed the table and roared, "Is the Xuanhen Sword Sect even losing face?"

The three swords were hidden and silent before, so many demon kings' golden elixirs thought they were ordinary spiritual swords.

Now that this sword flew out and the three swords cut together, it even broke through the void. Naturally, many Jindan Demon Kings saw the clues.

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Xuanhen's headmaster Yu Qifeng's lips, "My disciples just had some adventures. Those three spiritual swords have their own magical power, can't they be used anymore?"

Several demon kings couldn't bear it any longer. Demon King Yunyan was the most straightforward and muttered immediately,

"You think everyone is a fool. According to what you said, I consider Jiang Moshu to be the master. Can I also go down and play? Your few tricks are not enough for me to chew on."

Monk Yuebai stared at Jia Yunzhen, put his hands together in a salute,

"This bet is only about life and death. Jia Yunzhen, you have great wisdom and understand people's hearts. You will definitely have great fortune if you go to Dingyuan Temple."

Jia Yunzhen's face turned livid, but the blood and tears scars on his face turned blood red.

As a wise man, he never bet on an undecided situation. He had already concluded that Jiang Moshu must have the strength of Ji Cuiyu, so Ming Tanzong dared not to let Ji Cuiyu fight.

Who would have thought that this Xuanhen Sword Sect would be so shameless.

But I saw him close his eyes for three breaths and then suddenly open them. He put an end to the hesitation in his heart and said in a loud voice,

"The victory or defeat has not yet been determined. If I lose, I will go with you.

But I learned a lesson from Ji Cuiyu earlier,

Don't judge everything too early, and don't be complacent too early. "

……

The silver net was found, but not even the shadow of the three spirit python swords could be found.

The sword light passed by, leaving only the shadow of the green python revealing its ferocious snake letter.

Thunder roared like waves in the void, like an invisible poisonous snake that was winding towards Jiang Shumo's location. It was thrilling and fearful for no reason.

Seeing Jiang Moshu's angry face, Wu Ying's face showed a faint smile and regret.

As a result, before taking a breath, this smile containing regret appeared on his face, and Wu Ying exclaimed in surprise: "How is this possible?!"

Jiang Moshu was seen holding the sword in his left hand, spinning it and pointing towards the sky.

Zheng! Ding!

Countless sword sounds were accompanied by the sound of broken glass.

It's like there is a cloud dragon hiding in the void, swimming freely, without the murderous aura of the sword or the light of the flame tail.

All the monks on the cloud platform seemed to see a white-bone demon god high-fiving and singing wildly, and all the bones around him turned into invisible flying swords.

However, the three sword pythons were frozen in the infinite invisible sword light, like insects in amber, unable to move.

The slightest bit of sword energy pierced through the amber, without any killing energy, just like the sun rising and the moon setting, and the changes in the sea and the land, natural and natural.

The sword energy is invisible and traceless, cutting off all its shapes.

The sword energy is unintentional and boring, just kill its spirit.

The monks on the cloud platform have never seen this kind of divine swordsmanship before. They just wish they had a few more eyes so that this trip would not be in vain.

Anyone who is not blind can see that this is obviously a golden elixir level swordsmanship, but who would have thought that it was used by a disciple of the Mingtan Sect who was at the sixth level of Ningzhen.

Many monks only heard the earth-shattering sound of tearing silk coming from the ring below, and immediately saw an unforgettable scene in the cloud mirror.

Wu Ying on the Black Stone Arena,

Huai Sui Mu and Qu Man under the Xuanshi Arena,

The black stone arena itself,

All of them were cut into two pieces.

With a loud roar, half of the arena fell down the cliff like a mountain.

What followed was a loud and hearty voice that resounded throughout the world,

"Sorry, this arena is a bit dirty, so I just killed it, forgetting that this is the Xuanhen Sword Sect.

What a coincidence, my kendo magical power happens to be called,

Bones kill Xuan! "