Chapter 163 The Sword Comes From Elsewhere, and the Sword Goes Here

A sword that gathers the power of the four great swordsmen cuts across the sky.

The Azure Dragon Master stood on the head of the golden dragon, his face was ruthless and solemn.

His mood was indifferent, and he was not afraid even when dealing with this sword that surpassed the sword immortal level.

At some point, a lightsaber made of moonlight and more than ten miles long appeared in his hand.

It is still the power of the Mingyue Formation.

The Sword of the Moon.

Lord Qinglong wants to use the power of the Mingyue Formation to counter Xie Qingyun's power of the Sword Immortal, using his sword to fight against the sword.

The giant sword that was more than ten miles long made Fuyao as small as a hair.

It lifted straight up and faced the hairy Fuyao.

The Sword of the Moon comes into contact with Fuyao.

It seems that the two swords are not of the same magnitude at all.

However, contrary to its size, Fuyao was safe and sound, but the Sword of the Moon suddenly collapsed, shattered into countless pieces, and fell downwards one by one.

It was like a meteor shower.

The power of Fuyao in Xie Qingyun's hand was not exhausted at all, it penetrated through the meteor fragments in the sky and continued to slash downwards.

He slashed it in the face of the astonished Qinglong Lord.

It was chopped on the face of this man who had been regarded as a monk in Zhongling Town for a long time and the master of Dao Sect alongside Xie Qingyun.

A line of frost appeared on the face of the Azure Dragon Master.

Click, click, click.

The next moment, an extremely small sound sounded, like the sound of broken glass.

Countless spider-like cracks spread along the frost line.

boom!

After a deafening explosion, the Qinglong Lord's whole body collapsed in the air.

His flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

However, due to the condensation of the moonlight in the bright moon array, the flesh and blood did not fly away, but solidified into blood-colored crystals, falling toward the Dragon City Pass below.

It looked like a bloody hailstorm.

But the difference is that these bloody hails contain the powerful power of a Monk Realm monk.

Therefore, its power is far more powerful than hail, more like a dense meteor shower. When it hits Longcheng Pass, it causes the buildings in Longcheng Pass to collapse one after another, burning with high-temperature and blazing bloody flames.

Just a moment ago, the majestic soul of the soul master, the dignified monk of the realm, the monk of the title realm, the master of the blue dragon, turned into bloody hail and died.

However, Xie Qingyun's sword is definitely more than that.

Fuyao was still slashing downwards with an unstoppable momentum.

Xie Qingyun went down into the wind, and behind him, the Dapeng flew with the wind.

Lord Qinglong died, but he was just the soul of the Soul Lord, so Qinglong was not affected in any way.

"You will regret this."

Lord Qinglong had clearly died, but a vague, majestic, cruel and crazy voice came from the sky.

This is the voice of the Azure Dragon Lord!

I don’t know where it came from or why.

But everyone can see at this moment that there is a gray wheel spinning rapidly at the position where the Azure Dragon Master originally stood, that is, above the dragon's head.

Ash wheels are made up of scattered bone fragments.

At this time, wisps of blood-red lines were continuously flowing out from the bone fragments as the gray wheel rotated.

The blood is like a thread, and the blood is scattered around the bones, which is extremely desolate.

After those bloody lines overflowed from the bone fragments, they did not drip, but turned into a crimson brilliance.

Streams of red smoke rose up from the gray wheel, covering the sky and the sun, rolling endlessly.

Those red smoke, as powerful as the sky, condensed into a gray shadow above the dragon's head, like a giant who created the world, with a blurred face.

"Xie Qingyun, if you don't become a half-ancestor, no matter how powerful the four great sword immortals are, you will still be suppressed by me today!"

An extremely angry shout came from the gray shadow, as if it came from ancient times.

With the appearance of this voice, unstoppable power arose from heaven and earth.

The sky unleashed murderous intent, the earth unleashed murderous intent, and the entire world exerted terrible pressure to suppress Xie Qingyun.

Click!

A crack appeared on Xie Qingyun's body.

.........

"Huanling Blood Wheel."

In the distance outside Longcheng Pass, Shuiyue Temple looked at the shimmering sky and the gray giant figure that suddenly appeared, with a very solemn expression on his face.

"Huanling Sect's Taoist weapon." She murmured.

Taoist artifacts are the highest-level existence among magical artifacts and are rare in the world.

Even monks in the Zunhao Realm cannot have one piece.

Only the seven great sects of the human race can possess a Taoist weapon for each sect.

Therefore, these seven great weapons are also regarded as the foundation of the Seven Great Sects.

The Taoist weapon of Tianji Temple is Tianji Mirror, and the Taoist weapon of Jianzong is Fuyao.

As one of the seven great sects, Huanling Sect naturally has a Taoist weapon.

The Taoist weapon of the Huanling Sect is called the Huanling Blood Wheel.

The magical power of Huanling Blood Wheel is very simple.

Purify the blood and release the power in the blood.

It doesn't seem to be particularly strong, because this magical power is a bit useless no matter how you look at it.

But in the hands of Huanling Sect, it turned decay into magic.

It was with the help of this Taoist tool that Soul Master was able to refine the body of the blue dragon.

Today, what Lord Qinglong did was to use the Huanling Blood Wheel to release the power in his blood.

Whose blood?

boom! boom! boom!

At this time, huge corpses suddenly appeared from the sky, fell rapidly, and landed on the ground of Longcheng Pass, exploding into deep pits.

Among those corpses were golden-haired lions with golden glow flowing all over their bodies. There was a horn between their eyebrows. They looked like alien species at first glance. There were also ferocious sparrows whose bodies were bigger than dark clouds. There were purple thunder patterns on their bodies... .......

There are many different types and numbers, but the only thing they have in common is that they are all ferocious beasts, and they no longer have the ferocity of the past. Their blood has dried up, their vitality has been lost, and they have turned into withered mummies.

These ferocious beasts died silently and without complaint.

Their blood and lives merged into the Huanling Blood Wheel, resulting in this moment of explosion.

This is the last resistance of the Azure Dragon Lord, the last light and power.

The Azure Dragon dominates and is the master.

Lord is the title of the beast cultivator.

This time, the Azure Dragon Lord unleashed the power of the blood in all his beast pets.

At the critical moment of life and death, he did not hesitate at all and decisively sacrificed the lives of all his pets, using the Huanling Blood Wheel to launch the strongest resistance to Xie Qingyun.

Xie Qingyun's unparalleled sword is too overpowering.

Therefore, even with the assistance of the Blue Dragon Body and the Mingyue Formation, Soul Lord still did not have enough confidence to block this sword.

But to be able to achieve the strength that Hun Zun has now, he definitely lacks the determination and perseverance of a strong man to cut off his wrist.

Therefore, the moment Xie Qingyun slashed the sword, Soul Lord had already thought that as long as he could keep the Qinglong and his body, everything else could be discarded.

You, Xie Qingyun, are willing to use up the luck of the Sword Sect, how can I, the Soul Master, be reluctant to share the soul together?

He has ruled the two realms for thousands of years, but has never fallen into such a predicament.

Today, I have spent ten thousand years of accumulation and foundation as the master of Qinglong, but it still can't replace your failure of Xie Qingyun?

........

The gray shadow is extremely tall.

Click, click, click.

There was a sound of bones breaking in Xie Qingyun's body.

The pressure alone from the gray shadow had already caused Xie Qingyun's bones to begin to break.

At this time, Xie Qingyun was like a piece of porcelain that was about to fall apart, full of cracks.

Gray Shadow raised his hand, made a fist, and punched Xie Qingyun.

Hun Zun's thinking is too clear.

The goal of this gray shadow was to kill Xie Qingyun from beginning to end, not to stop Xie Qingyun's sword.

Because the former is much simpler than the latter.

Xie Qingyun's sword gathered the power of the four great sword immortals of the Sword Sect.

If you want to stop it, you have to stop four sword immortals at the same time.

One sword immortal is enough to destroy the world, let alone four?

This sword is definitely beyond the power of human beings.

However, the sword became stronger, but Xie Qingyun himself did not change.

This is the only weakness of Xie Qingyun's sword.

A weakness that is not a weakness - the Sword Immortal himself is not weak no matter what he does.

A punch that condensed the power of Taoist tools and the blood power of Qinglong's master of all beasts fell from the sky.

"If you don't transcend the Sword Immortal, you are just a bigger ant after all."

"And I am the Holy Demon!"

The gray shadow that created the world roared angrily.

The half-ancestor of the human race and the half-saint of the demon race, the most powerful force in the world, descended from the sky.

Xie Qingyun's spine bent sharply.

Mountain-like pressure is too light to describe Xie Qingyun's experience at this moment.

To be precise, it should be like a sky pressing down on Xie Qingyun.

Xie Qingyun looked up to the sky.

I saw that the sky above my head was extremely pure. Except for the bright moon, which was something that shouldn't be there, there was nothing else.

It is this incomparable purity that represents the incomparable terror.

Because, the gray shadow has clearly punched.

Xie Qingyun's back is bending a little bit.

So, he knew that death was coming soon.

Although death will come, there is a big difference whether it comes after the sword falls on Qinglong or before.

If Xie Qingyun turns his sword towards the gray shadow at this time, with the power of the four great sword immortals, he will definitely be able to easily destroy the gray shadow.

The question is, does the sword that has killed the Azure Dragon Master and Gray Shadow one after another still have enough power to kill the Azure Dragon blessed by the Mingyue Formation?

This certainly seems like a difficult choice.

Xie Qingyun has made many choices in his life, but when it comes to drawing a sword, there is never a choice for him.

Now that you have drawn your sword, move forward.

Where does the second way come from?

So Xie Qingyun ignored the world and continued to pass the sword forward.

He's gambling.

Which one is faster is the sword or Gray Shadow's fist.

Normally, a sword cultivator's sword is the fastest thing in the world.

However, in a battle of this level, many things that should be taken for granted often lose their natural meaning.

Nothing can be said yet.

at this time.

Xie Qingyun's eyes suddenly burst into light, clear and clear.

He smiled with relief.

Because, there was a ray of red light that cut through the sky and went straight towards the gray shadow.

.........

The battle between Xie Qingyun and Qinglong was not high in the sky, and people below could even see them clearly.

Normally speaking, Longcheng Pass is a barrier for demons at this time. The demons in Longcheng Pass have reason to take action together to help Soul Master kill Xie Qingyun.

But the problem is that one of the two sides in this battle is comparable to the half-ancestor, and the other has gathered the power of the four great sword immortals.

So what's the use of these demon cultivators even if they see them?

No magic cultivator can intervene in a battle at this level.

Even the Demon Lord cannot.

No matter how many there are, they are still empty.

Therefore, it stands to reason that no human monk should be able to provide Xie Qingyun with powerful help at this time.

But as mentioned before, in this battle, many things that should be true often lose their natural meaning.

So, here it comes.

Lu Qingshan’s sword.

Taoist tools.

Dragon bird.

…

Outside Longcheng Pass.

Lu Qingshan closed his eyes and placed his hands in front of his abdomen, as if standing with a sword.

But the sword that was supposed to be wielded had disappeared and shot into the sky, towards the gray shadow condensed by the Huanling blood wheel.

The sword is not powerful enough.

At least it was far less than the pressure of that gray shadow.

But behind this sword, the gray shadow seemed to be decomposed into the most original tiny particles of the world by an invisible force, dissolving into the world and becoming silent.

The gray shadow, which was previously more majestic than the Demon Lord, was directly shattered and eliminated by a sword.

After the gray air dissipated, the Huanling blood wheel that formed the gray shadow spun around feebly for a few times, then lost its luster and drifted helplessly, without any trace of the power of the Taoist weapon.

Lu Qingshan, who had his eyes closed tightly, murmured in a low voice.

"Where can a holy demon come from in front of a sword cultivator?"

.......

No more gray shadows, no more pressure like the sky.

Xie Qingyun straightened his back little by little.

He rode the wind down and reached the peak of the moonlight.

The giant golden dragon roared angrily, with alarming force, and turned around to bite off the fuyao, which was as slender as a hair.

Xie Qingyun hung above its head, his green shirt making a hunting sound.

Finally, the two touched each other.

The terrifying fluctuations sweeping through the world dispersed.

This force swept across from high in the sky, destroying everything in its path.

There are no obstacles in the sky, but not far from Longcheng Pass, there is Xiantian Ridge, which is higher than the sky.

so.

The mountain collapsed.

Just as the demon cultivator standing guard hoped.

.........

Above the sky.

I don’t know if the sword has become bigger or the golden dragon has become smaller.

Fuyao stabbed into the head of the golden dragon.

The green dragon screamed miserably and struggled desperately, its scales constantly flashing with cold light.

Fuyao swam in the gaps between the green dragon's scales.

The dragon scales began to fall off.

Qinglong felt the unbearable pain, struggled more and more fiercely, and rolled at high speed at high altitude.

There were sparks rising from the clouds around it, but it couldn't get rid of this unparalleled sword.

Countless dragon scales fell off, reflecting the skylight and making them extremely dazzling.

laugh.

Qinglong's body and head were separated in an instant.

The huge head and body violated the laws of gravity and were suspended in the sky.

The ferocious dragon head is bigger than the sun.

The dragon's body meanders for unknown miles in the sky.

The dying Qinglong could no longer control the bright moon formation, so he lost the blessing of the bright moon formation, and his body had returned to its original color.

"Why..." An angry but no longer powerful voice came from the dragon head that had lost its body.

The Soul Master did not understand that Xie Qingyun was not a saint, so why did he do this to save the saint from the Zhongling Domain by giving up his luck to the Sword Sect.

Then, the dragon's head and body were like a blue river of sand falling from the sky and spreading to the world.

Every grain of green sand contains infinite brilliance and heat, which are released at this moment, so the green sand turns into a fireball.

In the process of falling, the fireball gradually turned into smoke and dispersed into nothingness.

Xie Qingyun's sword.

Kill the king, slay the dragon.

........

In the sky, Xie Qingyun turned around tiredly and looked towards the east.

There is the mighty spirit, the eastern region that gave birth to him and raised him...

A person's life is like thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, with countless passers-by coming and going.

Some people add color to mountains and rivers, some make the sun and moon dull, some change the flow of rivers, and some shape their bones. When the time comes, they will just stand on the top of the mountains and the rivers look back.

Why did he bring half of the Sword Sect to Zhongling to "send death"?

Is there any reason why?

There is no need to look for a reason, this thing itself is the reason.

Finally, Xie Qingyun lowered his eyebrows and looked at Lu Qingshan.

In the view of Soul Master, Xie Qingyun exchanged Sword Sect for Zhongling...

But Xie Qingyun doesn't think so.

Jian Zong.

It will never die.

He whispered: "Sword, go!"

Fuyao, flew towards Luqingshan.

The sword comes elsewhere, and the sword goes away here.