Chapter 277: The Emperor of Heavenly Sword and Sword
"No! This tree demon is going to explode! Everyone, leave quickly!"
Feeling the abnormal fluctuations in the surrounding airflow, Jiang Yunchen roared and flew to Zhang Daoling's side.
"Sister Yao, do you still remember why we were chosen to be practitioners of the Heavenly Sword Emperor?"
A soft voice came into her mind, and Qingyao's body trembled. These words spanned time and space, spanning good and evil, and the secular world.
"For the sake of living beings and the way of heaven."
Qingyao smiled, so bright and innocent, as if she had returned to that arrogant era, the genius of Maoshan Garden who made all living beings look at her!
Jumping up, the green streamlines outline a perfect arc. The corners of the black shadow Chu Zhenxiong's mouth light up, turning into black streams of light to follow closely. The two of them are like the yin and yang of heaven and earth. The streams of light intersect brilliantly, and stars are scattered all around.
The originally dark space burst out with gurgling vitality and brilliance, and the Heavenly Sword Emperor merged into one.
"The Sword Emperor comes out!"
"Heavenly Sword Confrontation!"
The two roared at the same time, in perfect harmony, full of splendor, and full of shock. At this moment, Zhang Daoling, Jiang Yunchen, and Cheng Chi forgot about the crisis in front of them and their sworn enemies. Oh my God! Cangyou Bruuling actually showed up.
Start talking!
Quiet, quiet.
"Click", "click"...
Just when Qing Yao and the shadowy figure of Chu Zhenxiong separated, there was a sound of trees breaking, the grid floating in the air looked distorted, and countless jets of black mucus shot out from around the tree trunk.
"You...don't deserve a good death!"
Geluo let out a desperate roar and exploded with a "boom", and countless wooden thorns flew out in all directions like thousands of sword rains.
"careful!"
Looking at Qingyao crumbling in the air, Cheng Chi couldn't help blurting out, and then sighed in his heart.
Jiang Yunchen flew up, and the sky tower pierced the sky, as fast as thunder.
With a smile on her face, Qing Yao turned around and pounced on the black shadow Chu Zhenxiong, but her back was exposed to the sharp thorns.
"No!"
No matter how fast Jiang Yunchen was, he never expected that Qingyao would do such a thing. Is this silly woman so obsessed with Chu Zhenxiong? She was just a shadow of him in front of her.
Jiang Yunchen was stunned in mid-air. The bright red blood mist dyed the sky red, like a burning cloud, poignant and gorgeous. Qingyao, who was covered in blood, looked at the dark figure Chu Zhenxiong in front of him with a smile, although his eyes recovered again.
It used to be dull, but that doesn't matter anymore.
The scene in front of them fell into the eyes of Jiang Yunchen and Zhang Daoling, and they turned into two lines of pure tears. They were from the same sect. Even if they were not in the same sect, no matter how decisive they were at the beginning, death is like a lamp extinguished, and there is nothing left between death and fragrance.
The hatred, at least I am still alive, but she is about to die.
What is love? It makes people cry, laugh and cannot see clearly. I would like to turn into a lamp, drink with you and fight again...
The familiar melody sounded, and Cheng Chi's eyes couldn't help but become a little moist. Now that the great revenge has been avenged, there is no pleasure at all. Why are there so many tragedies in the world? If his parents had not died, if he had not been brought to the land of China, if...
....
Just when Cheng Chi's thoughts were confused and he was in a daze, the entire dark space suddenly shook violently. Cheng Chi was shocked, and a bright light in front of his eyes quickly covered all the scenery.
There was a loud "boom" and there was silence.
...
On the martial arts platform of Kunlun Palace, the Blood Demon Armor Demon Power looked with disdain at the disciples of Wangu Clan who were holding swords and swords around them.
"Devil! Release our elders and hall masters quickly!"
The sword in white neon clothes swerved and the green shadow flickered.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, the blood demon turned around and stood with a stern look. The huge demonic element was slightly activated, and a vast and boundless demonic pressure instantly rushed everyone around him away. Poor Bai Nishang could not come in time.
If you use a sword move, you will be defeated. This is the difference in strength.
"Shenghua, put down the butcher knife and turn around. Why bother to create another killing?"
A long and vicissitudes of sound sounded, and the awe-inspiring righteousness came from Xiaohan, like the Hongmeng giant, the master of heaven and earth. In an instant, the heavy pressure on everyone was reduced to nothing. A faint blue shadow in the mid-air slowly slowed down with the dazzling light.
Appear slowly.
"Disciple meets the Patriarch..."
As the shadow appeared, all the disciples on the school martial arts platform saluted and shouted.
"Shenghua, I never imagined that after a thousand years of separation, you would still be so unscrupulous."
Xuying ignored the disciples who were saluting him and said calmly to the blood demon.
"Hahaha, if this were not the case, I would only be oppressed by you hypocrites!"
The Blood Demon narrowed his eyes, soared into the air, and stood opposite the phantom. The dignity of the king did not allow anyone to look down upon his majesty.
"Why!"
Xuying let out a long sigh, if it hadn't been...
It's too late now. A mistake is a mistake, and besides, it's not a mistake.
"Shenghua, take the demon-sealing stele from Kunlun Palace!"
The shadow waved his sleeves lightly, and a blue stream of light flew towards the Blood Demon. Doubt flashed in the Blood Demon's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to catch it.
"Master! You must not..."
Before Han Xiangnan could finish speaking, the shadow waved his hand to stop him.
"Old man, you know what's going on!"
The Blood Demon snorted coldly, his face suddenly changed, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.
"You don't have to doubt that the Demon Sealing Monument is divided into two pieces, one is in Pangu Continent, and the other is in China."
Xuying said calmly, his face was as calm as a clay sculpture.
"Well? No wonder among the masters who besieged Tianpu City back then, there was a strange man with strange body skills and weird martial arts. He turned out to be a master from the land of China."
The Blood Demon groaned slightly, concealed his unpleasant killing intent, turned around and walked away in the air.
A sharp light shot out of Xuying's eyes, but there was a pain in his heart. The relationship between master and disciple, and the relationship between father and son were like strangers in an instant. In a flash of light, the shadow disappeared, taking away the dusty memory and pain.
"Don't leave, devil! Let me, the elders and hall masters of Wangu Sect, go immediately!"
The disciples of Wangu Sect were angry when they saw that the Blood Demon was about to leave, and they all yelled.
The blood demon didn't pay attention to how rampant Wan Gu Xuanji's sword was to break the demon's power thousands of years ago. How could he easily let his descendants go now? How could he wash away the torture of thousands of years without the price of blood.
The disciples of Wangu Sect, seeing that the Blood Demon ignored him and continued to move forward unhurriedly, rose into the sky one after another, pointing their swords at the enemy.
There was an explosion of "bang", and everyone who had just jumped up felt a huge force coming from them and fell to the sky. It was as if they were struck by a giant palm in the air and fell hard on the school martial arts platform.
In front of the nine huge stone pillars, four figures stood tall. The peerless killing aura seemed to have been inherited from ancient times. Everyone couldn't help but sweat dripping from their foreheads. The aura alone was enough to intimidate thousands of troops.
"Thunder has been revered throughout the ages, and it has destroyed all things in the ages!"
With a domineering poem and a terrifying momentum, a short old man wearing gray cloth and satin walked up to Han Xiangnan with a smile, and the three people behind him followed closely, all with cold and murderous eyes.
dense.
"Who are you!"
Han Xiangnan's pupils shrank and his tone was cold.
"We are the four charms of the Blood Palace. I am the thunder charm. Behind me are my brothers and sisters, the fire charm, the water charm and the stone charm."
Lei Mei still maintained a smile and looked at the furious Han Xiangnan. Although the cultivation level of each of the four of them was not as good as Han Xiangnan, if they work together, they can escape even if they are defeated.