After staring at the exaggerated wave of swords above his head for a long time, Chen Qingxuan suddenly came back to his senses. He stretched out his hand to reach his waist, but was unable to touch the hilt of the sword. His face suddenly changed, and his expression turned extremely ugly.
His proud Nine Tribulation Divine Sword has also disappeared!
"Don't leave!"
Knowing that the sword had been taken away by Zhong Wen, Chen Qingxuan couldn't help sweating on his forehead. He instinctively jumped up and shouted, "Give me the sword back!"
"It wants to follow me on its own."
Zhong Wen froze and did not look back. He just said lightly, "If you want to get the sword back, then just do it according to your ability!"
His voice was not loud, nor did he release any earth-shattering momentum.
Chen Qingxuan, however, froze, as if he had been frozen, standing there blankly, watching his beloved sword flying further and further away, but did not dare to step forward to fight for it.
"Master!"
The incoherent and anxious voice of a disciple of Huanhai Sword Palace came from behind, "Brother, my disciple's sword was, was, by him..."
"Shut up!"
Chen Qingxuan's face darkened, and he reprimanded without looking back, "How do you teach me as a master on a daily basis? As a swordsman, you should have the courage to have the sky fall in front of you without changing your appearance, and the dragon rising to the left but not looking at it.
Isn't a moment of calmness just like a sword? What kind of behavior is it to be in a panic?"
Is this the point?
Didn't you say that for sword cultivators, the sword is more important than life?
Don’t you always say that where the sword is, the man remains, but when the sword dies, the man dies?
Now even our lives have been taken away, but we do nothing and just watch helplessly. Is this appropriate?
The disciples of the Sword Palace were deprived of their swords and received a lecture inexplicably. They suddenly felt that their outlook on life was shattered and they couldn't help but secretly complain in their hearts.
He raised his head and glanced at Master's livid face. The question on his lips was finally swallowed back by him.
Obviously, he is also a good swordsman who knows how to advance and retreat, understands things, and knows how to observe words and emotions.
"After I go back."
After a while, Chen Qingxuan seemed to realize the contradiction between his words and deeds. He cleared his throat and said softly, "Go to the sword pool and pick a sword of seven calamities or less."
The disciples of Sword Palace perked up after hearing this, and their eyes instantly lit up.
"By the way, I heard before that your Huanhai Sword Palace has a sword pool, which contains many famous swords."
Unexpectedly, before the excitement lasted long, Zhong Wen's voice suddenly came from the distance, "I'm going to have a look. If Sword Master Chen sets out early, we might be able to meet him again."
"you you……"
Chen Qingxuan
His face turned pale, and his right hand tremblingly pointed in the direction of Zhong Wen. He was so angry that he almost fainted, "That's too much!"
How could he not know that once the other party visited the Huanhai Sword Palace, the entire sword pool would probably be wiped out, not even a scrap of scrap metal would be left.
Just when he was panicking, Zhong Wen was already driving away with flying swords all over the sky, and his wild laughter echoed between heaven and earth, making people's eardrums hurt.
Just as he was leaving, the world was suddenly shrouded in a purple-gold mysterious aura. Countless corpses on the ground got up one after another, and walked away one by one, causing commotion in the crowd again.
Liao Bai, in particular, was so angry that his eyes were split when he saw his father being taken away with his body. If the four elders behind him hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed forward to snatch it away.
The Flower Clan headed by the Lotus God, the Zi Zi Tian Spirit Beast led by Xiao Ming, Leng Wushuang and Ming Cai, who represented the emerging dominant forces, as well as the Night Travel God masters such as Sand King Xue Nu also set out together, followed closely, and evacuated one after another.
battlefield.
The flying swords all over the sky, the handsome and elegant men and women of the Flower Clan, the magnificent spiritual beasts of various colors, hundreds of uniformed soldiers, and the "resurrected" heroes of the world all moved together. It can be described as a mighty, majestic and breathtaking sight
I couldn't help but sigh that Zhong Wen's power was so powerful that he was fully qualified to compete with the royal court and other major rulers.
It seems that this world of chaos has really changed!
Sikong Changxing and Lan Xuan looked at each other and instantly understood what the other person was thinking. They were once again entangled in their hearts as to whether they were on the right side.
"awesome."
Watching Zhong Wen and others swagger away, Lie Que raised the corners of his mouth slightly in shock and murmured to himself, "It seems that the days from now won't be boring anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of energy suddenly struck him from behind, as fast as light, as fast as lightning, and shot towards the back of his heart with unimaginable power.
What the hell?
As if he didn't expect someone to attack from behind, Lie Que was startled. At this critical moment of life and death, all the nerves in his body suddenly became tense, and his attention instantly focused. His whole body turned into a flash of lightning, and with a "bah" sound, he traveled ten feet away.
Outside.
His reaction speed had reached an incredible level, but he was still cut open by the energy on his left sleeve. The wound on his arm was hideous and eye-catching. Blood flowed out and soon dyed his clothes red.
"Fuck!"
As soon as he stood still, Lie Que quickly turned around in shock, and the expression on his face suddenly became very exciting, "It's you!"
It turns out that the person who made the sneak attack was the one who almost "accidentally injured" him not long ago.
That subordinate.
Last time, he managed to show a panicked expression, but now he has a fierce look in his eyes and a sinister look on his face. It is obvious that he is no longer happy to continue pretending.
The attack on the Lord of Thunder was undoubtedly intentional on his part!
"What a pity, what a pity."
This person was facing the Wangting camp. He kept retreating and said with a strange smile, "I almost succeeded."
As he spoke, his appearance suddenly began to distort and change, and finally turned into the appearance of the Soul Emperor.
"Old Demon Soul!"
Lie Que was shocked and couldn't help but scream, "Are you not dead?"
"You're not dead yet." .??.
Emperor Hun Tian smiled more and more sinisterly, "How can I be willing to go on the road alone?"
Yuan Wuji actually missed?
What an old devil, he is really not that easy to deal with!
A flash of light flashed in Lie Que's frightened eyes, and his face suddenly turned ugly.
Previously, when Emperor Soul Heaven made a strong appearance, and during the battle with Yuan Wuji, who had the greatest emotional fluctuations, it was undoubtedly the Lord of Thunder.
Just because many years ago, it was he who took advantage of the situation and made a sneak attack when the Soul Emperor was weak from the battle with the Lord of Swords, and defeated Canglan Zhixu in one fell swoop.
Therefore, after sensing that the other party had escaped, he had already guessed that sooner or later he would face a violent revenge.
However, Emperor Hun Tian only cared about entangled with Yuan Wuji and ignored his enemy. He didn't even look at him, which somewhat surprised him.
died?
The dignified old devil was killed just like that?
Seeing the old devil fall into Yuan Wuji's hands, Lie Que was frightened and his mood was indescribably complicated. When he thought that he had been worried for so long in vain, he didn't know whether to be happy or aggrieved.
Only now did he realize that Soul Emperor was not dead, but was pretending to be dead, but was actually quietly lurking among the crowd, waiting for an opportunity, trying to launch a fatal blow to him.
"I haven't seen you in so many years."
Staring at the old devil's sinister smile, Lie Que couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "You haven't changed at all, you're still so despicable."
"Anyone can call me despicable, but you are not qualified!"
Soul Emperor laughed and said, "Consider you lucky today, until the next time we meet..."
His figure gradually faded away, and soon disappeared among the ranks of the Night Walkers. Only his cold laughter echoed between heaven and earth, making people tremble and feel horrified.
"Can you hold it?"
After walking a certain distance, Zhong Wen suddenly stopped and glanced at Emperor Hun Tian
, asked lightly.
"You're still a little weak, but with the Soul Refining Furnace here, it won't take long for you to be back to what you were before."
Emperor Hun Tian always had a smile on his face, showing no sign of discomfort, "Yuan Wuji's ability is very strange. As long as he comes into contact with the opponent's energy, he can instantly clear away all the same energy within a certain range. The advantage is to remove a wisp of energy.
The soul is dedicated to the Lord, otherwise I might have to report to the underworld this time."
"Is the energy cleared?"
Zhong Wen nodded, with a flash of light in his eyes, and comforted him softly, "Now that we have figured out his abilities, we can take the initiative next time we fight. Thank you for your hard work. Take a good rest. Except for Brother Yi,
Feel free to use other soul bodies."
"Thank you, Lord!"
Emperor Hun Tian bowed to him and saluted, his attitude was indescribably respectful, just like a humble old slave.
"Lao Ji, you said that if I don't go far, I will lead everyone to ambush a hundred miles away from the royal court and kill the guys who come back one by one."
Zhong Wen waved his hand, suddenly closed his eyes, and communicated with Ji Xiaoran with his mind, "Does this count as a violation of the agreement?"
"Maybe not."
Ji Xiaoran was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "But I guess your work will probably be in vain."
"oh?"
Zhong Wen asked in confusion, "How to say?"
"Ji has been wondering about those three conditions before. Why did Yuan Wuji agree so readily? Aren't you afraid that we will defeat the major forces in the outside world one by one?"
Ji Xiaoran suddenly sighed and said, "Now that I think about it, I'm afraid he has no intention of putting these people back at all."
"Fuck!"
Zhong Wen's expression changed, as if he understood something, "What do you mean..."
"Our performance in this battle was too strong, enough to frighten all the heroes in the world."
Ji Xiaoran patiently explained, "If I were Yuan Wuji, I would definitely take this opportunity to protect them, capture their hearts, and keep all these people for my own use. No one should leave for the time being."
"Gan!"
Zhong Wen was stunned for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence.
Just as he was about to leave, a figure suddenly emerged from the diagonal thorn, blocking his way forward.
It turned out to be a mandrill!
"Save her."
He was seen holding the unconscious Qiaoqiao across his arms, staring straight at Zhong Wen, and coldly holding back two words from his mouth.
"This girl..."
Zhong Wen was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on Qiaoqiao's pale cheek, and he couldn't help blurting out, "Dead?"