Chapter 127 Ask Shaozong to Take over the Sword

Jianhuang's reaction was quick and fast.

When the surrounding demon cultivators were shaken away by Ning Fengchen's last sword, and the encirclement circle temporarily became vacant, and these demon cultivators were still immersed in the shock of Demon Lord Dongqi's death, Jianhuang had already taken action.

He shook his body and the figure disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, when Jianhuang appeared again, he was already beside Ning Fengchen.

He stretched out his hand and flicked it.

With a whoosh, a burst of energy popped out, triggering a sword cry.

First, a flash of cyan passed by and crashed into the sword box behind Jian Huang.

That was Ning Fengchen's bottle of wine, which escaped from Demon Lord Dongqi's forehead.

Then, an invisible force hit the red sandalwood sword box that Ning Fengchen was carrying behind him.

Then, the red sandalwood sword box began to tremble greatly.

The next moment, the sword box opened wide.

There were more than four hundred swords of different lengths and shapes flying out of thin air.

They turned into more than four hundred sword lights of different colors, and one sword after another left the red sandalwood sword box behind Ning Fengchen, and then crashed into the sword box that Jian Huang was carrying.

There were nearly five hundred swords in the red sandalwood sword box that Jian Huang carried.

In addition to the more than four hundred swords now, they are the natal swords cultivated by all the sword masters of the sword sect who stayed in Niujiao City this time.

He will take these swords back to the Eastern Region.

However, Jianhuang did find a good opportunity and put all the swords into the sword box before anyone could react.

But this is not enough.

He still needs to break out from this battlefield full of enemies.

Even though Demon Lord Dongqi's death caused the demon army to be somewhat scattered, it is completely wishful thinking to think that in a war of this magnitude, killing the leader will directly cause the collapse of one camp.

Looking away, the mighty black demonic tide only took a moment to swarm over again.

In just an instant, the weak Jianhuang was completely covered by the demon cultivators.

Black, so black that you can't even see the light of the sword, let alone the tiny human race.

It was as if a bloody mouth swallowed him up in one bite.

However, just a moment later, another light bloomed from the demonic tide.

The sacred golden sword light suddenly exploded, like tens of thousands of golden hundred-foot-long swords piercing the bloody mouth. The demonic tide was dispersed and everything was clear.

The sword light reached the sky completely and with majestic momentum, forming a shock wave that shook away all the demon cultivators who came forward. It even shook many demon cultivators directly into a ball of blood mist and exploded, causing their residual limbs to fly everywhere.

A brief clearing.

Then, a ray of light drove straight in, went in the opposite direction, and continued to move towards the depths of the demonic tide.

Because there is no way to retreat.

Jianhuang's sudden explosion briefly split the demon army's formation.

Soon, the demonic tide with no end in sight completed the encirclement again and formed a barrier.

Jianhuang let out a long sigh.

It is not easy for him to achieve this step.

If he hadn't been among the top sword cultivators in the Sword Sect except for the seven peak masters, he might have perished in the demonic tide.

But even though he has profound cultivation, excellent means, and is good at killing, all these advantages are nothing but phantoms in the face of the demon's numerical superiority.

But now seeing that he has run out of fuel and the situation is extremely dangerous, even if he is as strong-willed as he is, he has to sigh in his heart that his manpower will eventually be exhausted.

At this time, the last remaining sword cultivator in Niujiao City looked at the incoming demonic tide, his face was withered, but his expression was calm and peaceful.

"I can't take you home," he said.

However, the moment his last thought flashed across his mind, something changed suddenly.

Zheng!

The sound of a sword sound suddenly came to Jian Huang's ears.

In the noisy battlefield, the sound of such swords can easily be ignored.

But for a sword cultivator like Jian Huang who has achieved great success in the way of swordsmanship, his perception of sword sounds is extremely keen.

Sword sound?

On the battlefield here, he is the only one left among the seven hundred sword cultivators. He has not drawn his sword at this moment, so where is the sound of the sword coming from?

Subconsciously, Jianhuang began to wonder if he was hallucinating.

Immediately, he knew that it was not his auditory hallucination.

Because Jianhuang heard the screams and angry shouts coming from the front.

He suddenly raised his eyes and saw that at the edge of the demon army, which was either far or near, there was a flash of blazing red sword light, like an arrow piercing the formation, and a famous demon cultivator fell upside down. Down......

Then Jianhuang saw the young man.

He was so handsome that it was almost impossible to see another young swordsman in this world.

Immediately, a look of surprise appeared on Jianhuang's face. Even in this dangerous situation, he couldn't help but blurted out: "Shaozong?"

The person who appeared was none other than Lu Qingshan.

Jianhuang never thought that he would see the young sect of our sect here.

Immediately afterwards, Jianhuang saw Lu Qingshan say something to him with his mouth open.

With such a long distance and so many demon cultivators, he couldn't hear what Lu Qingshan said.

But at that moment, Jianhuang understood what Lu Qingshan meant.

"Pass the sword."

.......

In addition to Dongqi, a high-level demon, there are hundreds of ninth-level demon cultivators on the battlefield here, including many low-level demons.

This is not a battlefield where Lu Qingshan can turn the tide - it is something that even Ning Fengchen cannot do. No matter how talented Lu Qingshan is, he cannot do it better than Ning Fengchen.

At least for now.

It was impossible for him to break through the siege with countless powerful demon clans gathered, and then rescue Jianhuang and leave.

The only thing he could try was to let Jianhuang hand over the natal swords of the Jianzong sword cultivators, and then let him take them back to the Eastern Region.

In fact, for Lu Qingshan to take the initiative to appear on the battlefield where so many powerful demons gathered, it was almost tantamount to seeking death.

But Lu Qingshan still showed up.

And what he wanted was very simple.

It was exactly the same as what Jianhuang thought.

Since people can't take it back, they have to take the sword back, right?

He risked his life to show up just to take these swords from Jian Huang.

This definitely seems like an irrational choice.

But sword cultivators have never been so-called rational cultivators.

...

For Jianhuang, it was very difficult for him to break through the siege from the center of the demon army.

But just asking him to send the sword out, although it is not easy, is not impossible.

Because, for a sword cultivator, a sword is not a simple object, but a life-long possession and a sharp weapon for attack.

Jianhuang handed the swords, and there was no need to carefully protect them. He could use the most arrogant and violent posture to control these swords and shoot them in a flying sword posture.

The most important thing is that the demon army cannot let go of Jian Huang, but for some swords, they have no idea that they are bound to win.

They could even risk their lives in order to stop Jianhuang.

But asking them to sacrifice their lives to stop the flying sword?

They can't be that stupid.

After all, for Jianhuang and Lu Qingshan, these swords are fellow members of the Sword Sect, entrusting the souls of the Sword Sect's disciples.

To the demon cultivator, it is nothing more than a cold weapon.

.......

Jianhuang was startled for a moment, and then the depression in his heart suddenly relieved.

He smiled boldly, and there was no trace of the previous gloom in his laughter.

He took off the red sandalwood sword box from his back.

The sword box trembled like a dragon's roar, buzzing, not harsh, but shocking.

After a moment, Jianhuang tapped the sword box.

The sword box is wide open.

"Please Shaozong take the sword!"

Jianhuang shouted loudly, the sound was like a loud bell.

Then, more than 900 long swords in the sword box came out of the box and flew towards Lu Qingshan.

Jianhuang's natal sword was also unsheathed, mixed in with the wave of swords, and flew towards Lu Qingshan in a mighty manner.

In an instant.

The sky is filled with sword light.

This wave of flying swords.

Wherever he passed, all demonic cultivators retreated, and no one dared to stand in his way.

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