1024 First Cut Kun Ming
Within the cloud realm, the entire time and space in the hundreds of miles where the battlefield is located has come to a standstill.
Tens of thousands of Xuanlong warriors all stopped their steeds at the same time, watching this scene fixedly.
At first I couldn't believe it, but after a breath, I managed to regain my senses. It is confirmed that what is in front of me is not an illusion. The nearly 300,000 Taoist soldiers, which are equivalent to six or seven peak holy realm combat powers, are real, and they turned into sand under a single sword!
The military discipline of Cang Sheng Xuan Long Shi is extremely strict, and everyone can't speak, so they can only look at each other and make eye contact.
"One sword, but it's only one sword?"
"Could it be that the seven swords of the common people have merged?"
"Then Qingxuan Taoist Lord, and Confucian Zhu Sage, why didn't they intervene? In the vault of heaven, could it be that they have already won?"
"That's probably the case, otherwise, in the sky, where can we have the strength to help us at this time?"
"Didn't you say that there are at least seven supreme realms and five gods? Is that how you lost?"
"Three hundred thousand Taoist soldiers, the Emperor Yuanchen of Dashang, I am afraid that he will vomit three liters of blood—"
"Why not just vomit blood? I'm afraid the foundation of the entire Dashang will be shaken. If I were him, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep peacefully for a few months."
The endless ecstasy and joy and the exhilaration of getting rid of the great difficulty gradually sprouted and thrived in the hearts of everyone.
And just after one or two breaths of dead silence, there was another 'boom'.
But on the opposite side, the more than two million monks standing in formation suddenly collapsed at this moment. It was like a seemingly indestructible dam that collapsed on the spot for no reason, extremely clean and thorough.
Almost everyone is showing their abilities, using escape methods or fleeing to a distant place or to the void.
Anyone with a little bit of cultivation would have noticed that the world-shattering sword just now was crushing at all, making the 300,000 elite Taoist soldiers have little room to resist!
If this sword strikes again, even if the two million monks here will really work together. Form an array to resist, I am afraid that they will never be able to block the three strikes of this sword.
What's more, the two million monks gathered here originally came from the three religions of Taoism, Confucianism and magic in the same bed?
Not only these monks, but the rest of the Taoist soldiers who were lucky enough to survive also turned around and ran at full speed.
At this moment, Zong Shou's second sword. Also cut out.
This time, he was a little more proficient than the last time, and he had already understood some essentials and tricks.
Using the divine sword to guide the control, easily condense the attracted will of heaven and earth into sword power in mid-air.
And this sword is still outside the sky realm and within the cloud realm!
The mighty sword gang broke through everything and chased the millions of fleeing monks of the Three Religions.
This is tit for tat, blood for blood!
Since Daoist Qingxuan was Wei Xu who was going through the catastrophe, the fate of tens of thousands of Qiongjing disciples forced Xiuguan and Cangshengdao to resist head-on.
Then he Zongshou, he will use his own way to treat his body!
If the nearly 900,000 monks of the Taoist sect died tragically under the sword, the three saints of the Taoist sect would have no choice! You can only take this sword hard!
It seemed that Qingxuan knew Zongshou's intention in the first time. Immediately, his eyes were slightly red, and his beard became stiff until it rose from his crown. All the clothes are automatic without wind.
Murderous intentions arose in the eyes, full of anger and hatred, but at the moment it was more of helplessness.
With a struggle all over his body, he broke free from the shackles of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Formation, and then threw out another Linglong Pagoda, blocking the capture of Xiuguan's eternal power.
Finally escaped safely and completely left the Vault of Life, but at the same time Qingxuan spit out a mouthful of purple gold blood.
But he didn't dare to delay, and he arrived in the cloud realm with a flash, and the five precious flags were unfurled, pointing to the five directions of up, down, left, right, and middle.
Immediately, an extremely thick layer of spiritual barriers covered with talismans suddenly appeared, blocking the boundless sword light and behind more than two million monks. Immediately there was a "hiss" that pierced the eardrums, and the sound of clothes being torn.
The sword of Dao that day slammed into the flag array without hesitation. At first, there was a slight stalemate, and then, like a mad tiger, he slammed into it!
Forcibly penetrate that spiritual barrier! Destroy all forbidden lines!
At the end, the five precious flags were shaken one after another, and cracks appeared on the flag cloth.
Qingxuan's whole person was also dark, and his complexion was almost ashen.
The set of seven common life swords left by Xizi draws the power of heaven, which is close to the heavenly catastrophe of a monk.
Even for him, it was extremely difficult to cope.
And at this moment, he could even vaguely see the young man standing in the golden pagoda on the 33rd floor. With blood-red eyes, he was looking at this side coldly. It's clearly the eyes that will not kill everything and never stop!
The third sword is already in preparation and will be launched soon.
But here, the flag array has been scattered, and no new power has been born. There are disciples of Wan Dao Sect behind him, and they are still far from escaping.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Tai Huang Daojun, who was holding the mysterious ancient banner, rushing towards him, as if trying to help him, but a silver ax light followed closely at the same time.
"If you can make Qingxuan die here today, you can avenge the hatred of senior brothers. Xiuguan will definitely invite friends all over the world, and have a feast for ten days, as a celebration!"
It was the sound of Xiuguan, the silver ax light, like a gangrene attached to the bone, distracted Taihuangquan.
And Qingxuan's chest was icy cold. He can easily dodge the sword of Heavenly Dao, but the more than nine hundred thousand Daoist disciples are absolutely unlucky.
But if it is hard-wired, it must be a serious injury. The ending after the severe injury must be Xiuguan, that endless pursuit! In the end, he must be Qingxuan and be killed in the end!
Could it be that today, is he really going to 'die' here?
Although it is said that the soul and body can be reunited soon, but there are too many variables and too much trouble. He was even more worried about himself, being sealed like Xizi.
For a moment, his eyes flickered, hesitating.
Zong Shou, however, had no thoughts, he knew that the person outside the Qiong Realm had no choice at all.
That's more than 900,000, not only the elite disciples of the Taoist sects, but also the foundation. Some of them are in charge of tens of thousands of Taoist temples in Chengyun Realm.
And if the foundation is scattered, the two gods who make offerings will surely fall to the next level within a few years.
If you want to recover, I don't know how much energy you need to consume.
Cangshengdao sticks to this place, at least 30% of it is because he wants to protect Emperor Taiyi Qinghua,
And the consequences of the collapse of the gods, the Taoist sect can't afford it either!
Therefore, even if Qingxuan avoids in the end and refuses to accept it, Cangshengdao is not at a loss either!
With the thought together, the boundless sword intent roared through the void again, crashing into the cloud realm mightily. It is determined to bully others, but also magnificent. The silver-white sword light, with dots of streamer in it, looks like a falling galaxy, gorgeous and bright.
That Qingxuan's pupils shrank, and then he sighed leisurely, his complexion even more gray and defeated.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly broke in and forcibly stopped in front of him.
"The power of this sword formation is overwhelming, please leave quickly, Master!"
"Kun Ming?"
Daoist Qingxuan was obviously startled, looking at it, Kun Ming was in front of him. I don't know what price I paid, but I got out of the sky realm early and forcibly stopped in front of him.
And the sword of that day's way also cut at this time.
In front of Kunming, a group exploded, trying to stop him. At the beginning, it was still able to resist, but then it was powerless. Those auras exploded piece by piece, and died out!
In the end, the vast sword light, like a giant dragon, crashed into Kun Ming's body.
Qingxuan's eyes were even more angry, his canthus almost cracked, and he almost opened his eyes to see Kunming's body, which was shattered and collapsed piece by piece under the impact of this peerless sword of heaven.
Knowing this battle Kunming, the silence is here, and it is settled.
He didn't dare to delay, and with a flash of his figure, he reached the sky above millions of monks. The sleeves of the robe were rolled up again, and almost all the Taoist disciples were forcibly gathered together, and they were all caged into the sleeves by him.
The monks in the ultimate realm all have the ability to create the world by themselves. The universe in the sleeve can hold the sun and the moon. These more than ninety Taoist disciples can only have a chance of survival as long as they are within his sleeve.
The confrontation in just a few moments was like lightning and flint. At this time in the vault, Xiuguan frowned slightly. A moment later, he sighed softly and smiled wryly, full of regret.
"This Qingxuan has really taken in a good apprentice!"
The fault is not Kunming, today is a must-kill situation. Even if Qingxuan cannot be killed, his reputation in the Taoist sect will drop to the bottom.
At this moment, he could only helplessly, watching this person run away. Only Kunming, the weakest of the three Taoist saints, was beheaded.
"Um?"
His eyes moved slightly, and Kun Ming's face showed a bit of surprise again.
"Self-shattered primordial soul? This is so courageous——"
It was that Kun Ming who blew up his soul before being completely wiped out by the Cangsheng Seven Swords.
It was a costly move, destroying almost everything. But it also avoided the danger of being impacted by the power of heaven and earth and injuring the original source.
The Seven Swords of Cangsheng can cut to the limit, it is definitely not just a joke——
The power of heaven and earth attracted by the sword array is rare in the world, and it can cause damage to the immortal soul in the ultimate realm.
Some monks who are weaker and have just entered the realm are in danger of being cut off on the spot.
And Kun Ming's move at least shortened the time for him to reunite his soul from 13,000 years to 7,000 years.
But this time, it was considered a profit. Not only earning money, but it can also be said to make the Daoist heart and lungs painful!
The Taoist sect has this Kun Ming, they live the Dao, but they also have Wei Xu and Zong Shou——
Looking beyond the sky, the Tai Huang Daojun had allocated part of his spare energy and began to collect the soul of Kun Ming's destruction.
With a sneer, Xiuguan ignored him, and turned to look at Zong Shou who was standing above the Da Luo Heaven Realm.
Curious in my heart, my nephew, who will the next sword be directed at?
I saw Zong Shou at this moment, like a long whale swallowing water, frantically absorbing the power of thirty-three formations.
After a breath, it seems that the power is fully charged. Then those pupils opened suddenly.
Even if it is as strong as Xiuguan, I can't help but feel a palpitation in my chest.
It's the Burning Blood Eyes!
In an instant, invisible flames burned wildly in the sky. It spread, causing all space-time barriers to burn with pale flames.
At this moment, Dong Zhongshu, Xingxie and the others, who were entangled by Xiuguan Longying and others before they could escape from the Qiongjing, were ashamed! (To be continued.