Chapter 38 My Holy Spirit swordsmanship is still unfinished
"How dare you! How dare you hurt every plant and tree in my moon city!"
Zhaiyuejun shouted angrily, with overwhelming momentum:
"I'm just a Beili Sword Immortal. He thinks he's invincible?!"
The corners of Fang Ping's mouth raised slightly, where his eyes were pointing and where his sword was pointing:
"Invincible in the world? Mr. Zhaiyue, have you ever heard of someone who has great military fortune?"
Since I am ranked as the Sword Immortal, I must be the supreme Immortal. If I walk on the earth, I will become a terrestrial immortal. If I travel in the sky, I will be unstoppable by immortals.
The person I’m looking for can’t be hidden in the entire world!”
After he finished speaking, the tide of thousands of swords roared, trying to destroy the city.
If all these tens of thousands of sharp swords fall down, Moon City will become a veritable sword grave, the city houses will become ruins, and life will end here. Looking hundreds of meters away, there will be no place to stay.
However, there were a large number of innocent people in the city, and Fang Ping was not like the Wrathful Sword Immortal who did not distinguish between good and evil. He only killed those who deserved to be killed and never angered others.
Zhai Yuejun raised his sword and slashed, and a swift and fierce sword sword met the tide. After two clanging sounds, there was no movement.
"Beili offends me! How should I deal with it!" Lord Zhaiyue roared angrily.
"Take the enemy's head!"
"Be a desperate battlefield!"
The Yuecheng disciples were angry and stepped forward with their swords drawn, but did not retreat at all in the face of the wave of swords that looked like a screen.
Fang Ping glanced:
"Go with the sword."
Ten Thousand Swords separated into a strand and struck straight down.
"clank--"
Just a few sword sounds were heard, and the thousands of long swords were arranged on the ground, forming a sword wall, blocking hundreds of disciples.
On the other side, the sword tide has overwhelmed the city.
"That's too much!"
Zhai Yuejun's true energy exploded, the blade was covered with a layer of demonic brilliance, and he rushed into the sea of ten thousand swords alone.
The jingle of golden swords jingled, and the immortal swordsman defeated thousands of enemies with one strike, bringing the heaven and earth together with each slash.
Li Hanyi stepped forward with his sword drawn:
"You dig out the Suchang River, and I'll fight the Sword Immortal."
After saying this, Li Hanyi also rushed into the Ten Thousand Sword Formation and fought with Lord Zhaiyue.
"It's over... Yuecheng is going to be gone," a Yuecheng disciple said with empty eyes.
"Beili Sword Immortal has gone too far to deceive others. We should attack him with the strength of all the heroes in the world!" Another person's eyes filled with tears.
A curtain of swords looms over the city, and the swordsman is nowhere to be found. What on earth has Yuecheng provoked?
Suddenly, several figures emerged from the Moon City, with white beards fluttering and their eyes like shining lights...
There were twelve people in total, all holding long swords, and they were none other than the elders of Yuecheng.
"Arrogant kid! Do you think there is no one in Nanjue Yue City?!"
"If you dare to attack the Moon City with your sword today, you will be able to point your sword at the court tomorrow. I will definitely kill you!"
"Protect me Yuecheng!"
The Twelve Elders joined the battlefield and rushed to the aid of Lord Zhaiyue in the formation of ten thousand swords. Their swords exploded continuously and their momentum was extremely domineering.
Fang Ping looked indifferent:
"It's just a few more corpses."
The Sword Immortal plus the Twelve Elders make a total of thirteen people, of whom only three have the combat power of the Free Heaven Realm, and the rest are all of the Free Earth Realm.
This kind of power is very important in the entire Jianghu, but it still can't stop the sword array from overwhelming the city.
At the same time, there was chaos in Moon City. Residents were either shouting and running away, or kneeling down to pray for mercy. Everyone was in fear.
They didn't know who Daoxian had provoked, but he wanted to implicate the entire Moon City.
Soon, the miraculous sword tide surged through half of the city, and when it was about to touch the Sky Prison Tower, it suddenly stopped.
"Zheng——!!"
The next moment, thousands of swords roared together, turning their blade tips and pouring into the deep well of Tianlao, without damaging any brick or tile.
"Su Changhe, die!"
Fang Ping violently destroyed his true energy, and his offensive strength increased significantly.
The white waterfall rushed to the ground, and there was a muffled scream from the earth, and spider web-like cracks spread until the sky cleared up, the sky became a sword tomb, and there was no more flying sword in the sky.
Zhai Yuejun looked back and saw that ten elders behind him were injured, two died, and the prison turned into a mountain of swords...
Although there were no casualties among ordinary people, he was a great swordsman and was humiliated. If he didn't avenge his shame, wouldn't it be true for the rumor that swordsmen are no better than swordsmen?
"Today's humiliation must be repaid!"
Zhai Yuejun's body flashed, and he and his sword disappeared from the same place. The next moment, he was less than a foot away from Fang Ping.
"die!"
"Zheng——"
Before Fang Ping made a move, he used a domineering cold sword to cut back the sword immortal with one strike.
"I'm staring at him," Li Hanyi said calmly.
"good."
Fang Ping was about to use the Heavenly Way to Seek the Dragon Technique and confirm Su Changhe's status, but suddenly there were bursts of cunning laughter from the bottom of the prison:
"Haha, Qingmu Sword Immortal, it was really hard for you to chase me to Nanjue."
The sword mountain suddenly collapsed, and an evil figure crawled out of the ground.
His upper body is naked, half flesh-colored, half dark and voluptuous. Although he is missing an arm and half of his brain, he is easy to identify.
Anhe Daizhang, Suchanghe.
He is full of evil spirits, like a ghost from hell, spouting black air when he talks:
"Aoki Sword Immortal, now my... is stronger than when I was in my heyday, haha, do you dare to take a palm from me?"
During this period of time, Su Changhe fed his palm in Tianlao, absorbing the internal energy of no less than five hundred people, and his strength increased by leaps and bounds, but the backlash from the Demon Palm also spread throughout his body.
Without better nourishment, he will definitely die within half a year.
But now, there are two excellent delicacies in front of me.
"The Dark River does not allow failure!"
Su Changhe roared wildly and waved a palm from a thousand meters away.
This palm is of evil nature, like opening the door to hell.
Fang Ping waved the golden light with his backhand, like a meteor coming out of his hand, instantly shattering the Yama's palm print.
The golden light can ward off ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. It is the divine mantra of the righteous way and is the natural nemesis of the devil's palm.
At this time, Fang Ping spoke:
"Jian Yuejun, I have been found in the prison. You still have one last chance to make a choice.
Quit, or join the dark river?"
Lord Zhaiyue hesitated. The strength of the new sword immortal was far beyond expectation. Yuecheng had already lost two elders. If the battle continued, the casualties would increase. But where are the parents...
He looked back and saw that Su Changhe was behind him:
"Moon-picking Sword Immortal, we are on the same boat now. The only way to solve the problem is to kill them.
Otherwise, the reputation of the Sword Immortal will decline, and how many people in Nanjue know about the fact that you used prisoners privately for me to restore my skills, and how little care was taken of human life, Lord Zhaiyue?"
"you!"
Zhai Yuejun looked at each other angrily:
"You begged me to cooperate, and now you're threatening me?"
Su Changhe sneered:
"If you cooperate with the underground river, there is no reason to disembark midway."
As soon as the former finished speaking, a figure-eight-shaped sword energy shot through the air, extremely sharp.
Su Changhe raised his hand, and the Yama's ghostly energy swallowed up the sword energy completely.
Zhai Yuejun could not hide his shock:
"You, the devil's palm, have arrived..."
"Yes," Su Changhe raised his eyes and looked at Fang Ping and the Dahe Sword Intent, "The Yama Palm Skill has been perfected."
While the two were talking, Fang Ping had already activated Dahe Sword Intent, and Li Hanyi's sword came out with a cold dragon.
"Go sword!"
Su Changhe raised his hand, full of evil energy:
"The sword spirit of the Sword Immortal is also good bait!"
Back in Luo Lei Mountain, Yama's palm was no match for Dahe's sword intention. Now that his palm technique is perfect, it can be swallowed by the void, and Jianhe and Han Jiao can't get close to him.
"It's hard to kill him," Li Hanyi said solemnly, "Sword attacks are ineffective against him, so we can only get closer and look for opportunities."
Fang Ping looked calm:
"Golden light can destroy evil spells. Besides, I still have one sword left in my holy swordsmanship."