Chapter seven hundred and twenty fourth one after another to die
This man looked to be only about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a dignified appearance.
He was wearing a gray suit, and the sword in his hand was about four feet long, and the surface of the sword's blade was covered with patina.
Such an ordinary-looking young man is surrounded by endless domineering sword intent, and his aura is so powerful that it is rarely seen in the world.
Even though he was dozens of feet away, Ye Zongke could still feel the terrifying murderous aura in the young swordsman's body that was almost condensed into substance.
"Is there such a young master in the 'Wen Dao Academy'?" He was a little surprised, but not too shocked.
This person has already reached the level of a spiritual master at a young age. Ye Zhongke naturally and instinctively regards him as a member of the "Wen Dao Academy". However, although the opponent is strong, he has not yet entered the Tao, and he has not yet regarded him as a real threat. .
In the Daqian Empire, there is such a genius?
Little did they know that Master Ning and Master Ran, with their eyes and ears in all directions, noticed the existence of this swordsman and were equally surprised, not knowing where he came from.
"Thank you for your help!"
"My name is Jian Jue." The young swordsman replied lightly, but his eyes always stayed on Ye Zhenke and others. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and said word by word, "Everyone from the 'Dark Temple' Everyone will die under this 'Six Ultimate Swords'!"
It turns out that this swordsman is actually the only survivor of the "Tianjian Villa", the close disciple of the Great Elder Jian Yicheng, Jian Jue!
Following this declaration of revenge, the sword intent in Jian Jue's body suddenly surged, and countless sword energy surged forward, piercing back and forth, making the air around him "puff", and his momentum became even stronger.
"Ignorant child." Ye Zhongke chuckled, "A mere ordinary spiritual master wants to fight against the temple? It's really ridiculous! Puppet master, kill him!"
"Can't you just do the work yourself?"
The voice of the puppet master floated in the sky, "No matter how many children I have, they can't withstand your torment like this!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Zhongke's face darkened, "Move quickly, don't let those worldly ants escape! Otherwise, be careful, I will smash your 'soul staff'!"
"Why!"
Along with the sigh came another ringing sound that shook people's hearts.
As if realizing that Jian Jue's strength was extraordinary, the puppet master actually arranged for five hundred puppet spirits to attack him.
Many powerful spiritual masters took action at the same time, and countless transformed spiritual powers were like locusts passing through the border, densely packed, attacking Jian Jue head-on and face-to-face. The momentum was astonishing, completely refreshing General Xue and others' understanding of war.
Although Jian Jue's swordsmanship is superb and his cultivation is astonishing, there is only one person in the end. Under the overwhelming spiritual skills, he is immediately forced to dodge left and right. He is in such a mess that he has no ability to fight back. He can no longer see it. The astonishing momentum of "slaughtering all the dark temples" just now.
"Across the world, swords, wine and joy are at ease!"
Before Ye Chenke could speak sarcastically, a loud voice suddenly floated from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, countless crystal-clear spiritual gourds were fired at these puppet spiritual masters like machine gun bullets, covering all five hundred people.
"Jingle Bell!"
The bell rang in time, and the puppet spirits got the order and spread out their body skills to dodge dexterously.
The Spiritual Gourd seemed to have an amazing power, but in the end, only two of the puppet spirit masters were shot down by it.
"It's him!"
Hearing this voice, General Xue, Xie Tianshu and others all looked happy and refreshed their spirits.
Messy hair, patched clothes, a huge wine gourd, and a rusty iron sword.
The person who took action was surprisingly the Jiu Zun who was once known as the "No. 1 Spiritual Lord in Daqian".
Ever since Li Jiuye was ousted and Master Jiu was angrily criticized by Zhong Wen, he left sadly and disappeared into the world, never to be seen again.
No one expected that he would appear on the Xiqi battlefield.
Although his strength is no longer dominant, the image of the strongest man in the empire has long been rooted in the hearts of a generation of Daqian people.
For General Xue, receiving such strong support suddenly was like providing help in times of need, lighting up a dark room, and boosting morale. I'm afraid it was even better than having a master from the academy.
Jiu Zun suddenly rushed in, and Jian Jue immediately took a breather. He slashed out a sharp white sword light with his backhand. It was magnificent and domineering, as powerful as a frightening dragon, and directly cut the nearest puppet spirit masters into two pieces. .
He nodded slightly to Master Jiu to show his gratitude, then turned around and swung his sword again, killing the larger number of puppet spirits with fierce and ruthless moves.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiu, for your help!"
General Xue stroked his beard and shouted loudly to the sky.
"Shi has been confused all his life. Fortunately, little friend Zhong Wen gave him a heads-up and finally sobered up a bit." Master Jiu smiled slightly, his face less of the indifference of a gamer, but more of a gentleness and tranquility, "It's time It’s time to do what needs to be done.”
"In the past, they said you were the number one spiritual master in Daqian. Xing was still a little dissatisfied."
At this time, Xing Potian had also regained his composure, stepped on the gryphon to defeat the evil, and reappeared in the sky, "When I saw you today, I realized that I am not as good as you!"
"Brother Xing, thank you very much." Master Jiu clasped his fists at him and said pleasantly, "Shi has also heard of the name of the master of the Fantasy Beast Sect for a long time. How lucky he is to be able to fight alongside Brother Xing today! "
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, then both turned to look at the large black cloud in the sky, the puppet spirit master. They were clearly at an absolute disadvantage, but for some unknown reason, their hearts were filled with great pride and no feeling of fear at all.
"cut!"
Seeing that the enemy had backup, Ye Zhongke looked a little ugly and cursed fiercely, "They come to die one after another. What a bunch of ungrateful ants!"
This time, before he could speak, the bell rang first.
Another five hundred puppet spirit masters separated from the large army and rushed towards the location of Jiu Zun, Jian Jue and others.
No matter how firm your mind is and how strong your beliefs are, they are nothing but clouds in the face of absolute power.
Under the siege of nearly a thousand spiritual masters, Jian Jue and others only felt the pressure doubled, and had to retreat steadily, without the slightest ability to fight back.
"puff!"
Xing Potian was already seriously injured, and was hit hard by a puppet spirit master on his back. He could no longer hold on, blood spurted from his mouth, and he collapsed softly.
If Po Xie Yan's quick claws hadn't caught him, the leader of the Phantom Beast Sect would have fallen from the sky long ago.
The wine master has also been stained in many places, the wine in the gourd has been exhausted, and he can no longer display his special skills.
Jian Jue's condition was slightly better than the two, but due to excessive consumption of spiritual power, his face was pale and his movements were far less flexible than before.
Even so, he still vigorously waved the "Six Ultimate Sword" in his palm. The sword moves were so fierce and domineering, and the momentum was like a rainbow, which actually forced the many puppet spirits around him to not get close for a while.
"What a tenacious boy!"
Ye Zongke sneered, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Jian Jue. He raised his right arm high and his palm was surrounded by black flames. He transformed into a spiritual fire claw and clawed hard at the young swordsman.
He knew that this young man was at the end of his strength and would definitely die under his fierce offensive.
"careful!"
Under the siege of many puppet spiritual masters, Old Master Ning and Master Ran had already exhausted their energy and had no time to take care of themselves. They could only watch Ye Zhongke kill a young man with a promising future.
At the critical moment, suddenly another white figure came across the sky, and with lightning speed, it broke into the space between Ye Mingke and Jian Jue.
This man raised his hand and raised his sword, and stabbed Ye Tongke's huge flaming claw fiercely. The sword body shone with white light, and although the aura was not fierce, it exuded an indescribable mysterious aura.
"Ding!"
The long sword collided with the giant claw, and a clear and loud sound broke out.
Under the violent collision, the white figure was severely ejected. He used his weapon against his body, but failed to break through Ye Zhongke's defense.
Under the force of the rebound, Ye Tongke couldn't help but take two steps back.
Are there any reinforcements?
Seeing the opponent's support coming one after another, seemingly endless, Ye Zhenke was surprised and couldn't help but feel a little restless.
He looked fiercely at the white figure that was knocked away by him.
I saw that the person who came was about thirty years old, with a handsome appearance and an extraordinary bearing. The hem of his white gown was fluttering in the wind, and the long sword in his hand was shining with dazzling light. His whole body exuded a warm, elegant and noble aura.
"Prince Wu!"
Seeing this man's appearance clearly, General Xue couldn't help but exclaimed.