Chapter 554 The Wind and Snow Are Cold, and He Insists on Going His Own Way

Before the large number of disciples from Xijianchi arrived, no one had thought of Fang Yuan's idea...

This seems to be a passionate person, just because he discovered the existence of the underground palace, he was willing to take great risks, sneak into the underground palace to investigate, and in order to spread the news, he would not hesitate to be chased and killed by the Yuanying Sword Immortal for thousands of miles.

And later, he borrowed the power of Chengtian Sword Dao and used Wusheng Sword Tomb as a bait to stir up the greed of the Xueyuan cultivators, broke through the underground palace formation, and plundered supplies frantically. He seemed to be crazy for this kind of obsession and madness. He was completely crazy. smashed their hard work and exposed their affairs to the world...

But in the end, the appearance of the disciple of Xijianchi suddenly made many people understand.

It turned out that what he thought was not so simple...

He didn't really give Chengtian Sword Dao a big gift, but borrowed Chengtian Sword Dao's hand to disrupt the layout of the underground palace and slow down their cleaning speed. He even used this to expose the existence of this underground palace to the world and ensure that the Immortal League would receive the news. However, he didn't want Chengtian Sword Dao to get these materials, so he gave a disciple of Xijianchi a chance to finish the work...

"This kid, why is his heart so vicious?"

Although he didn't fully understand all of this, Chengtian Sword Dao, Xijianchi disciples, and underground palace masters all hated Fang Yuan to death.

From the perspective of each of them, they all realized that Fang Yuan was against them.

For the disciples of Xijianchi and the masters of the underground palace, the underground palace can no longer be concealed, the general situation is gone, and the consequences are unpredictable. Naturally, they hated this songwriter to the bone, shouted loudly, and attacked violently, only thinking of beheading Fang Yuan under the sword.

"What good does it do you?"

The elder of Chengtian Sword Dao also had a deep hatred, and struck with a sword from the dark.

It's hard to describe how terrifying the sword light that rushed towards Fang Yuan was. The three white robes in Xijianchi, and an elder who inherited the Heavenly Sword Dao, just these four swords have reached an unspeakably terrifying level, not to mention there are many people around?

It was mighty and mighty, rolling towards Fang Yuan like a tide.

"boom……"

Even if Fang Yuan tried his best to raise his sword intent at this moment, even if he had prepared for this moment and sacrificed almost all the jade slips on his body to protect his body, he was still blown away by this flood. At this time, the jade slips around him were shattered one by one, like fireworks, countless gunpowder smoke scattered and filled the air.

"puff……"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and a bleak immortal willow appeared behind him, maintaining his little vitality.

And he also took advantage of the tyrannical strength of the other party, and with the cover of the gunpowder smoke around him, he flew away and rushed into the surrounding crowd.

At this moment, the surroundings of the underground palace were already in chaos, the flow of people was like weaving, the precious light was like rain, and the position he was in was precisely chosen by Fang Yuan deliberately, so at this time, he was directly overwhelmed by the chaotic crowd, and the gloomy aura was also covered by his mysterious method, like a fish jumping into the sea, it disappeared instantly, only faint ripples.

"This thief..."

The surrounding Xijianchi disciples rushed to catch up, but they were held back by the surrounding people.

At this time, I saw that the disciples from the Sword Washing Pool had rushed to the vicinity of the underground palace. Before they arrived, countless sword lights flew from afar.

Some of them cast their eyes on them from a distance, with disgust in their eyes: "Abandon the sword!"

The group of Xijianchi disciples had despairing eyes and thrust their long swords into the ground in humiliation.

"Do you still want to escape?"

And the elder Chengtian Sword Dao, who was on fire, was unwilling to reconcile himself, and was about to chase after him, but he heard a sound transmission from the side: "That kid has the real map of Wusheng Sword Tomb on him, do you really want to kill him? Go!"

Being reminded by this sound, he hurriedly looked around. Seeing so many Xijianchi disciples coming, he felt timid in his heart, and he didn't dare to stay at this time. He also hastily covered his aura, and together with other Chengtian Sword Dao monks, he quietly mixed into the chaotic crowd around him, taking advantage of the crowd, and hurriedly fled to the outside of the underground palace.

As for the cultivators of Xijianchi, they naturally saw that the cultivators in Xueyuan in the underground palace were fleeing desperately, and knew that they had more or less robbed some resources, and even guessed that there might be some evil cultivators of Chengtian Sword Dao, but even though hundreds of them came, they couldn’t really kill all of them. leave.

In any case, what these people took away was only a small part, and most of the supplies in the underground palace were saved in time!

"You guys, what did you do..."

In mid-air, all the disciples were already rushing to various locations, guarding all directions, and sealing off the underground palace.

But in the crowd, a Nascent Soul Sword Immortal wearing a blue robe walked out. He stepped on the wind and snow in the air, swept his sword sense, and swept all over the underground palace. He saw the countless scattered supplies, and also saw the countless people who were killed and injured in the chaos just now.

But when he looked at the disciples of Xijianchi who were in the crowd, he showed endless killing intent: "You are also disciples of Xijianchi, and you can do such a despicable thing. Are you worthy of the sword in your hand?"

"Wow!"

Speaking of anger, he waved his hand, and a sword roared, sweeping across the swords of those disciples of Xijianchi who had inserted them in front of him, one by one shattered into pieces, and shouted sharply: "If it weren't for the white cat holding the book and putting a letter on the Jianshou case, we still don't know that you guys did such evil things without telling Jianchi, let alone how far you are going to do such things!"

All the disciples of Xijianchi were ashen-faced, with despair in their eyes.

They didn't know what the white cat holding the book was, but they knew that this time they were in big trouble.

Seeing the anger of Nascent Soul Sword Immortal, they realized that the punishment awaiting them might be more serious than going to Sword Prison!

After all, they did this without the knowledge of the head of the sword. Now that it has been known by the immortal sect, it means that the situation is over. Now, they are not sure whether it was arranged by the leader of the Six Paths, but they just don’t understand.

You have done such a thing, can Chengtian Sword Dao still tolerate you?

Why did things like well water not violate river water have to come to such a dismal end?

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Previously, cultivators gathered from all directions, and there was chaos.

Now all the cultivators have fled, and there is chaos again!

When the Xijianchi disciples rushed to the area of ​​the underground palace, they seemed to have rushed into a beehive, startled countless hornets, and rushed in all directions in a panic, rushing into the vast snowstorm, just like when they came, and disappeared on the snowfields in all directions.

In this chaos, Fang Yuan also waited for an opportunity to escape, flying towards the deepest part of the snow field.

At this time, he was already seriously injured. Although he borrowed his sword intent and the power of the countless jade slips that had been refined in advance, he reluctantly received the terrifying sword, but he still caused serious injuries.

He just managed to swipe for more than a hundred miles, and then stopped, he really couldn't control the clouds.

When he landed, a gust of cold wind blew, and he was almost unable to stand still, almost fell, the surrounding wind and snow were like sand, howling heavily from all directions, hitting him, Fang Yuan's face became even paler, and he took a few treasure pills in a hurry, but now the wind is cold and the snow is cold, the strong wind is howling, and there is no time and place to refine them properly, these few treasure pills will not be of much use.

After barely walking a few steps, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

In desperation, he had no choice but to find a snow depression for the time being, and waited quietly for a while.

Boundless wind and snow swept around, and the land was vast, making him look a little tired and lonely.

After resting for a long time, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of the underground palace.

"Li Baihu used his natal sword as a guarantee for me, making me willing to believe that there is still a limit to washing the sword pool again..."

Looking at the sword light that seemed to be faintly visible in the wind and snow, he slowly got up and walked towards the depths of the snow field. At this moment, he was exhausted and didn't want to think about anything, but secretly sighed in his heart: "...I have done this to this extent, and I have done my best. The rest of the matter is beyond my control. I just hope that you will not let me down with the final result..."