Chapter 496 I Will Kill This Side, You Will Kill that Side
Jing Jiu hugged the white cat and followed Nan Wang to leave Qingshan, and it took a summer to find the ruined temple in the barren mountain.
Seeing the red lanterns outside the ruined temple and the black coffin inside, he only took a few breaths to make a decision. He used the Forsi sword to send a message to Qingshan, and told Liu Ci his arrangement.
According to his calculations, the sword ghost from the south might go to Qingshan or Xihai. No matter what the situation is, the Qingshan sect must deal with it with all its strength.
As for the mummy in the black coffin, he and Nan Wang were left to deal with it, and they happened to be the most suitable people to solve this problem.
What he didn't expect was that Nan Chi practiced the way of the sword ghost, and even turned his body into a sword, which brought a whole new problem.
Jing Jiu knows better than anyone how terrifying a sword ghost with its own soul is.
In the realm of the south trend, his sword ghost is probably equivalent to the peak of the Nether Immortal Sword.
Jing Jiu had no choice but to walk into the ruined temple and hold Nan Chi's old hand.
He didn't use Suo Qingqiu in the Qingshan Sword Art, this level is too low, and there is no way to keep Nan trend. It's not that everything in the prison cell of the Sword Prison is frozen. He is not in a state enough to display it. He uses the Zen hand of great compassion.
As long as Nan Chi is left here and summons the Qingshan Sword Formation to destroy his body, his sword ghost will also be destroyed.
Even if the sword ghosts of Southern Trend had a way to protect themselves, they would be greatly affected and would no longer be able to pose any threat to Qingshan.
After Jing Jiu finished those words, a wind suddenly blew up in the barren mountain, passed through the ruins of the ruined temple, and made a whimpering sound, like a ghost crying, or like a sword howling.
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In the distant green mountains, all the clouds and mists on Jianfeng had already dispersed, and the clear sunlight became so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
Fang Jingtian stood on the top of Tianguang Peak, looking in the direction of Xihai, with a dignified expression and a somewhat lonely figure.
The Castle Peak Sword Formation has been launched, who is the target? Nothing will happen to Master, right?
The entire green hill was empty, and even the stewards had already gone to the outer gate.
The ice and snow in Shangde Peak sensed the extremely sharp sword intent, which seemed to pierce the sky, and rustled down.
The induction in the Sword Prison is the most obvious. Countless sword intents spew out from the stone walls and formations, traveling everywhere like flying swords that are as substantial as they are.
The mountain-like corpse dog sits quietly under the sky, even if it has to squint its eyes, otherwise it will feel a little uncomfortable.
The monsters in those cells were even more terrified, how dare they exude a bloody aura like mountains and seas, hiding in the corners and shivering.
Uncle Tai Fu's old and cruel voice came from a certain prison cell: "Kill them all! Let them see how powerful Qingshan is!"
In the deepest cell, Xue Ji squatted on the bamboo chair surrounded by the quilt, wondering if this is the legendary Qingshan Sword Formation? It's really interesting.
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Ancestor Wushima was the first sword escaper, and it can be said that he was the creator of this anecdote in the practice world, and it is also the evidence of the prestige of Qingshan Sword Formation.
Of course he is aware of the power of the Qingshan Sword Formation, otherwise how could such an imposing Sword Immortal be forced to hide in that cold and damp fog for so many years?
Hearing Jing Jiu's words, his reaction was a bit strange, he was not angry or afraid, but laughed.
His smile was a bit complicated, and finally turned into an indescribable relief, as if seeing relief.
"I avoided it for thousands of years and lived a life that would be worse than death, but now I have returned to land because my lifespan is exhausted and the end is approaching."
Nan Chi said to Jing Jiu, "Since that's the case, why should I be afraid of it?"
This is a good question.
Jing Jiu said, "Even if death is near, if it doesn't come, it's not a real fear."
Nan Chi said, "But I'm dead, and I'm still alive."
These two lines of dialogue were very weird, neither Nan Wang nor the white cat understood.
Jing Jiu confirmed that he was wrong.
Nanchong is here to die.
For such a person, nothing can frighten him.
He just needs to do what he wants to do before death comes.
For Qing Shan, Nan Chi would die sooner.
He said without hesitation: "Do it."
Before the words were finished, the Cosmic Front fell from the sky and pierced straight towards the top of Nan Chi's head.
Nan Wang rushed out from behind him, holding the Jinse sword in both hands, and stabbed Nan Chi's left eye.
The shape of Jing Jiu's mouth changed slightly, and before the word moved, the white cat moved first.
It squatted on Jing Jiu's shoulder, raised its right paw, and scratched Nan's right eye like lightning.
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west sea.
Hundreds of flying swords cut into the wind and snow.
No matter how weird Sword Demon Boy's body skills were, he still got hit by a lot of swords.
But what is shocking and puzzling is that the sword ghost boy doesn't seem to be injured, but there are more than ten white lines in his body.
What kind of monster is this? No matter how you kill them, you can't kill them.
Yuan Qijing was injured by a sneak attack, and Jian Yuan was slightly disturbed. The wind and snow scattered by the three-foot sword could only slightly freeze the figure of the sword ghost boy, but could not stop him.
Yinfeng chased angrily, her tail feathers fluttered, and she was also injured.
It is the fastest strongman in the green hills. It used all its strength and surpassed the flying sword, but it still didn't catch up with the sword ghost boy. It looked like a poor child chasing the sunset.
The sword ghost at the peak of the Heaven-reaching Realm can really be said to have achieved half-step immortality, and it is really terrifying to the extreme.
In the blink of an eye, another Qingshan sword boat was destroyed, and the disciples of Qingshan kept avoiding it with their swords, or fell tragically to the sea.
The practitioners of Daze and Xuanling Sect could no longer stand by and went to save people one after another.
On the cloud boat sent by Zhongzhou, Master Bai took a look at Bai Zao and said calmly, "The green mountains don't stop there."
On the bitter boat in a Maozhai, Bu Qiuxiao glanced at Liu Shisui and said, "The foundation of Qingshan is still there, don't worry."
The dragon tail inkstone is hidden in the void, ready to be dispatched at any time.
Even though the battle between Qingshan and Xihai was so intense and there were constant changes, what he cared about most was still Taiping Daoist.
A voice suddenly sounded from the largest Qingshan sword boat: "Shiyue! Fight! Bull! Xu! Room!"
The bullfighting room is full of stars.
A sword boat from a green mountain in the distance should be a disciple of Shiyue Peak. Hearing this, the flying swords flew out and flew towards the stars in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the voice shouted without stopping: "Xi Lai! Kui Liu spreads his wings!"
More than a hundred sword lights came from a certain green mountain sword boat and landed in a certain position in the sky.
"Tianguang! Taiwei Tianshi!"
"Two forgets! The horns are high and the three are horizontal!"
"Bihu! Yugui five-star!"
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That voice is usually lazy and uninspired, but today it is unprecedentedly serious and serious, and it speaks at an extremely fast speed.
Following this sound, countless flying swords no longer tried to chase Sword Demon Boy, but landed somewhere in the sky according to the words, turning into a large messy scene, without any laws and structures, but naturally giving people a solemn and eternal beauty, just like the starry sky at night.
The Qingshan School not only practiced swordsmanship, but also practiced formations.
Their formation is Chengtian swordsmanship.
Whether it is the most powerful Qingshan sword formation, or the sword formation that appeared twice today, they are all based on the Chengtian swordsmanship.
Nan Chi felt the constant sword intent between heaven and earth, which made it much more difficult for his sword ghost to teleport.
He looked at the green hill and sword boat in front of him, with a serious expression on his pale face, who could arrange the formation so clearly and quickly in such a complicated situation?
It was not the injured Yuan Qijing or Guangyuan Daoist who presided over the formation, but a young disciple.
In today's turbulent and spectacular war, no matter how talented Zhuo Rusui was, he could only play an inconspicuous role, sitting on the deck and drawing his sword, and then fell asleep.
It wasn't until the situation suddenly changed that he stood up, observed the time of thirteen breaths, and then began to form the formation.
He is Liu Ci's closed-door disciple, and he started to retreat as soon as he started, and he has only learned Chengtian swordsmanship for decades.
His current realm may not be enough, but his understanding of the Green Mountain Formation and his innate sensitivity are unparalleled.
Not to mention that Nanshan is equal to the same sect, even the two elders of Tianguang Peak, Mochi and Bai Rujing, are inferior to him in this respect.
Jing Jiu admitted that Zhuo Rusui's Chengtianjian was better than Gu Qing's, and also better than him.
The flying swords of the Qingshan sect no longer chased the sword ghost boy, but returned to their respective positions.
Whether it is the peak of Pohai, or the new disciple who just came down from Jianfeng, whether it is the bright red Firth sword, or the ordinary green steel sword, they all play a role in their positions.
Hundreds of flying swords are like hundreds of stars, and like hundreds of flowers, placed randomly, piercing the sky.
Sword Demon Boy was in this starry sky, among the scattered flowers, unable to walk easily.
He looked at the young Qingshan disciple who was still drooping on the sword boat, his figure suddenly disappeared, and he came to the sword boat in an instant.
This sword formation is not perfect enough, and there is still an opportunity to take advantage of. He wants to seize this opportunity and kill the person who set up the formation.
There was a loud hum.
Yuan Qijing came out from behind Zhuo Rusui, holding an ice mirror in his right hand, and blocked the sword ghost boy back.
The ice mirror shattered suddenly, and Yuan Qijing spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhuo Rusui's face was a little pale.
The six-star sword formation he formed needs the main sword of the six peaks to be the main sword. Now there is only the main sword of the five peaks, which is still a little bit worse after all.
The sword array was not complete yet, and it couldn't stop that terrifying sword ghost boy from continuing to kill people.
At this moment, a ray of silver light suddenly pierced through the air from a distance and landed somewhere in the sword formation.
The entire sword array immediately became complete, blocking the sword ghost boy from the outside.
It was a small three-foot sword, the blade was extremely smooth and bright.
Seeing this sword, many Qingshan elders were very surprised, especially Guo Nanshan and other disciples of Liangwang Peak were shocked and speechless.
The main sword of Liangwang Peak!
Didn't the two swords ascend together with Master Jingyang's uncle? Why are you still alive?
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In the bitter boat in a thatched cottage, Bu Qiuxiao took a deep look at Liu Shisui, but did not speak.
Liu Shisui withdrew his hands behind his back, looked at the sky and said, "It's thundering, is it going to rain?"
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Countless thunderclaps resounded in the extremely high and distant sky.
The wind and snow between heaven and earth was affected by Lei Wei, and gradually melted and turned into rain.
Liu Ci and Xihai Sword God returned to the surface of the sea, their clothes were all wet, but they couldn't tell if they were injured.
A sword formation composed of hundreds of green hill swords surrounded the sword boat, like raindrops standing still in the sky, the picture looked very magical.
Their opponent was actually just one person.
The sword ghost boy floated in the sky, expressionless, full of sword intent, giving people a feeling of extreme horror.
Countless gazes fell on Sword Demon Boy, and he was extremely shocked.
Who is this strange person? He destroyed two Qingshan sword boats in an instant, killed so many Qingshan disciples, and seriously injured Yuan Qijing.
The mighty and invincible Qingshan sect seemed powerless in front of this person.
Xihai Sword God came behind Sword Demon Boy and saluted.
What he did was discipleship.
Seeing this scene, Bu Qiuxiao and others finally confirmed their guess, and their faces became even more ugly.
The news gradually spread, and practitioners from all sects knew that this sword demon boy... was Nan Chi, the ancestor of Wushima!
The tide fluctuates slightly, just like people's mood at this time, there is too much shock in the silence.
The old ancestor of Wudao, Nanchong, was a peerless powerhouse back then, who once cut off the ascension path of the Qingshan Patriarch Daoyuan Daoist, a figure like a sword fairy.
It is precisely because of this incident that he became the first sword escaper, and it has been nearly a thousand years since he was forced into Kirishima by the Qingshan Sword Formation.
He is not dead yet? How dare he leave Kirishima?
What is even more shocking is why this person turned into a child, but it is even more terrifying, even the Qingshan sect can't stop him?
Could it be that after hiding in Kirishima for many years, he finally made another breakthrough, entered the Heaven-reaching Realm, and was no longer afraid of the Castle Peak Sword Formation?
Looking at Yuan Qijing, who was covered in frost and slightly disordered, Nan Trend said expressionlessly, "You're too weak, no wonder you can't be the master."
Then he looked at Liu Ci and said, "You're too slow, you can't do it."
In a few simple sentences, it is really domineering to the extreme to comment on the two most powerful masters of the Qingshan Sect.
Calculating carefully, if Nan Chi could worship Dao Yuan Zhenren back then, he should be the ancestors of Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing.
At this time, Zhuo Rusui's voice sounded again.
This time he was not setting up an formation, and his voice was no longer so serious, returning to his usual lazy appearance.
"You can't even break through my formation, what are you bragging about here, little old man?"
Nan Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Zhuo Rusui as if he saw a dead person.
"Let me introduce, he is my closed disciple."
Liu Ci said: "Besides, you should be very clear that you are going to die soon."
Feeling the aura of Qingshan Sword Formation, Nan Trend said, "I didn't expect you to find me, but so what?"
Liu Ci understood what he meant, and said, "Then I'll kill you first."