Chapter 727 Blood Sword Demon Monarch
In the entire vicinity of Yulan Mountain, except for the voices of Han Xi and the incarnation of Wanmu Qingdi who rang out from time to time, there was a dead silence at the moment.
Qiuhua couldn't help it either, and took a deep breath. Unbelievable, he looked at the scene in front of him.
Up to this moment, Zong Shou still doesn't know what kind of supernatural power and swordsmanship Zongshou used.
It can only be discerned vaguely, there are some shadows of the laws of time and space, and there is such a trace of causal power.
With just one strike, the incarnation of Zhenwu Shenjun was cut into pieces. The second sword killed True Monarch Huo Ming's body again.
It just so happened that Zong Shou looked back, his gaze was obviously extremely indifferent, and it was obviously frost-cold. But in his eyes, he always felt that there was a strong sense of ridicule in it.
It was as if he was saying to him, I don't know what kind of arrangement your master Wuxu Palace Master has?
Thoughts flashed, and Qiuhua's heart was gradually immersed in despair.
After thinking about it, there is no hole card that can turn the world around again.
In addition to the three sets of True Martial Sword Formation, there are more than 30 practitioners at the spiritual level, but they can barely fight with one of them, and there is even a chance of victory.
It's just that just now, this Zongshou made a comeback in a desperate situation, and even killed Zhenwu Huoming. Its potential has been achieved, and the two swords that no one can fight and no one can break have already been imprinted deep in the hearts of everyone, leaving a shadow of fear.
With such a sword, everyone in this place must die, so who can stop it?
Even if you know this Zongshou, you can't use this kind of swordsmanship without restriction; you know that the opponent must use some secret method to greatly improve your own realm, and it won't last long, but you still feel afraid.
There was even more hesitation in my mind, should I continue at this time, or should I run away?
If the fight continues, there is absolutely no hope of winning. Instead, all the elite pillars of the Dao Lingqiong Realm will be damaged here.
But if the disciples of the six sects were abandoned, everyone would run away alone. Dao Lingqiujing this time, the prestige must have plummeted. Can no longer convince the public. His master is bound to suffer countless censures, and his position as palace lord is hard to guarantee.
After thinking for a while, Qiuhua made a decision, gritted his teeth suddenly, and threw out dozens of talismans from his sleeve.
"Save people! After I come to the end, please form a formation of Qiankun and help Qiuhua!"
In today's battle, he no longer wanted to kill Zong Shou. Just want to reduce the loss.
The moment the voice came out, I saw two spiritual lights on the opposite side, flying towards the left and right.
Looking from a distance, it was a khaki puppy and a thunder dragon with two wings. But where the two escorting spirit beasts rushed, there were two disc-shaped black instruments.
It's the Meteorite Sunken Astrolabe!
No matter how heavy his heart was, Qiuhua knew that at this moment, he must not delay even for a moment.
With a slight movement of the mind, the seal of both hands is decisive. A huge white fire phoenix. Now in the air again.
The dozens of talismans also exploded one after another, turning into white flames. into it.
Twenty or so people in the spirit realm in the air, people who had known the opportunity for a long time, came behind them in a flash.
Each of the twelve people stood on one side, forming a spiritual formation in the blink of an eye. More than a dozen people connected in unison, forcing a huge amount of real power and soul energy into Qiuhua's body.
The white fire phoenix also exploded in size immediately, turning into a giant shadow of more than 6,000 feet. It covers the world. With the momentum of eroding everything, he swept across the sky and rushed towards Zongshou.
The rest of the dozen or so spirit realms all flashed away, wanting to return to Yulan Mountain.
No special reminder is needed. Then you will know the meaning of Qiuhua. The disciples of the six sects here can take away as many as they can today.
Zong Shouwang saw it, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Do you want to leave now? How can it be so easy?
He has other uses for the lives of many monks in the spiritual realm here. How can you get away?
The power of short-lived epiphyllum has begun to fade. The realm of forcible promotion is also retreating.
But at this time, it's still less than the number of three breaths!
The black thunder wings 3,200 feet behind him suddenly flared up and swelled outward. The left and right sides stretched to more than six thousand feet before stopping.
With a wave and a roll, it collided with the white phoenix. Lei Lie Qianhua confronted Yanyan, and after only a moment of stalemate, they gained a little upper hand.
The two confronted each other, and the flames all over the sky dissipated invisible in an instant.
But at this time, more soul power gathered on the top of Yulan Mountain. Inhaled from the Wuming Sword, it turned into a blue fire, burning blazingly in Zongshou's soul.
Another thirty or so ninth-order spirit stones were broken one after another in Zong Shou's hands.
Inside Zong Shou Yuanhun, the second epiphyllum is slowly opening at this moment.
Another huge wave of souls filled the depths of Zong Shou's primordial spirit.
"Forbidden!"
In an instant, the entire 30,000 zhang radius was completely frozen and locked by a powerful thought.
Not only the soul power, but also a fierce sword intent lingering inside.
The dozen or so spiritual realms were caught off guard. They couldn't successfully break through the space barrier, but were backlashed by the power of space and time.
Then another ray of golden light struck in the air, injuring four people in a blink of an eye.
The speed is extremely fast, beyond the limit of most people's eyesight. Looking carefully, it is the spiritual pet of Zongshou just now, who can change human form and display Zongshou's various swordsmanship supernatural powers.
At this time, it changed into another appearance, with six wings on its back, silver armor all over its body, and two pairs of saber arms in front of its body.
With a flash of light and shadow, four people in the spiritual realm were seriously injured. It didn't kill it, it just broke through the sea of energy, cut off the limbs, and the blade pointed between the eyebrows, severely wounding the soul of the dead man, making it immobile.
No matter how startled Qiuhua was, he didn't care anymore, and went to save the disciples of the six sects on Yulan Mountain.
After saying the word 'flee', he simply picked up the magic weapon and fled frantically into the distance.
Dozens of talismans flew out of the sleeve in succession, and turned into the shape of a white phoenix again, blocking behind him.
At a loss in my heart, I don't understand why this secret method of guarding and improving the realm can be maintained for so long? Why can't I see this person, showing any signs of damage to his vitality?
And the rest of the spiritual realm cultivators, at this moment, also cut their abilities, scattered in all directions, and flew away into the distance.
Zong Shou didn't care about it, his heart was silent, and he immersed all his thoughts in the sword in his hand.
Nine and Nine Dragon Shadows in the Sky!
The sword of emptiness, but it also contains the secret law of cause and effect, the art of fate.
The red light is blazing, this is the way of killing swords!
Zong Shou turned into a blood shadow, using the sword as a guide, to swim in the sky.
A flash. It was just a burst of blood. A person in the early stage of the spiritual realm three hundred meters away died on the spot.
All the qi, blood and soul were forcibly taken away by Zong Shou's long sword.
Second person! third person! Fourth person!
Wherever the blood shadow passed, no one could escape with their lives.
Following Zong Shou's body, Qi and blood gradually filled up. A cyan bronze mirror also rose into the sky at this time, like a bright moon. Suspended the sky.
Under the rays of water-like brilliance, it covered the tens of thousands of square meters.
The more than twenty spiritual practitioners who were fleeing were all slightly in a trance. The escape light scattered and stagnated for a moment.
When he woke up again, he saw that the sky was covered by a layer of black sky again.
It's the 'Meteor Space Sinking Astrolabe'!
Qiuhua couldn't help but let out an angry howl, hissing and roaring, to vent the despair in his chest.
Only one step away, just one step away! It's only a few tens of feet away. With a thousandth of a breath, he can escape, escape.
At this time, he was blocked by the Meteorite Sunken Astrolabe. Had to stop temporarily.
In fact, it only takes a moment to break through this shady layer, but at this time, where does he have time?
Zong Shou's sword light has arrived! At the moment of rushing, the eclipse fire was completely extinguished. It was as powerful as a bamboo, breaking through the Gang Qi outside his body, but it didn't kill him immediately.
Instead, he broke the Qihai chakra and cut off his limbs. A little bit of the sword's edge penetrates into the primordial spirit. A little bit of real power exploded in the depths of his primordial soul.
Immediately, Qiuhua only felt his own soul, dizzy and extremely painful, and fell into a coma, not knowing anything about personnel. It fell to the ground.
Zong Shou's sword was still as sharp as before. The sword joined the person and continued to flash in the air.
Cooperating with Xiao Jin who was not far away, in just an instant, more than ten spiritual realm practitioners were successively killed. Severely wounded, all concocted like that Qiuhua.
However, there were also seven or eight figures, breaking through the black sky, fleeing to the distance in a panic. The light and shadow are extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they are gone.
Zong Shou let out a cold snort, and did not go after him. In a flash, he arrived at the top of Yulan Mountain, where the head of Ping An Dao, together with those eighth and ninth ranks, had disappeared.
The few spirit realms that Han Xi rushed back to earlier had already known the opportunity to escape.
Only a dozen or so true martial arts swordsmen who were seriously injured and unconscious due to the broken statue remained.
It wasn't that Linghai couldn't be saved, but because Han Xi and her six flying ants were watching by, they couldn't be saved.
These people are smart and know that even if they delay for a moment, their lives may be lost today.
In addition, there is also a set of real martial arts sword formations, which are still suspended in the air.
Those seven people were all pale, with cold sweat on their foreheads. Although he was still entrusting the statue of the Qing Emperor, his expression was full of despair.
Zong Shou stabbed towards the incarnation of Wanmu Qingdi with a beam of sword intent. The huge divine body froze, the green sword condensed, and looked over vigilantly.
However, Han Xi was ignored, and with a flash of silver light, he rushed to the vicinity of the mahogany statue.
A few flashes of knife light cut the statue into pieces! The figure twirled, absorbing the divine power that exploded, and then turned around and slashed the tribulation thunder that followed with ease, without any effort at all.
The incarnation of the divine body of the Wanmu Qingdi is also collapsing.
Zong Shou didn't look at it, and let the Tianyuanhua technique swallow up those divine powers.
With a show of strength, he dragged the nearly twenty seriously injured spiritual monks to his side. Then inspired by the divine sense, he forcibly dragged the Taiyi Xuankun Formation that was gradually stopping functioning.
"Please, Palace Master Wuxu, take Gu Yijian!"
Through the magic circle, the sound travels tens of thousands of miles, until reaching the Dao Lingqiu Realm. He knows that there is no market, so he must be able to hear it!
At this time, Qiuhua also regained consciousness. When I raised my head, I realized that I had returned to the top of Yulan Mountain. In front of him was that nightmarish thin figure.
The long sword was dark red, as if it had been smeared with blood. People stand in mid-air, the gods are majestic and majestic like a prison. The Nine Tails appeared, soaring into the sky, making Zong Shou at this moment so handsome that it was strange.
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