Chapter 776

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Chapter 776

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A bead of turbid sweat slid down from Fan Wujie's cheek, making an extremely faint sound, but in the dead still space, it was so clear that it echoed in everyone's eardrums.

The people present kept their original postures, and their gazes were still looking in the direction of Xuanjian Valley. Their faces were dull and silent, revealing an atmosphere of embarrassment.

There were more and more beads of sweat on Fan Wujie's forehead. He made his handprint again, and his voice roared like thunder: "Three thousand swords—now!"

As he said that, the sword energy soaring into the sky was even more tyrannical, as if it wanted to tear the clouds apart, but this time, there was still no movement in the direction of Xuanjian Valley, only the whirring sound of the gust of wind.

The eyes of the Wanjiange crowd moved over, and they looked at Fan Wujie strangely. Even the three thousand Tianling disciples blushed, retracted their sword fingers, and lowered their heads in embarrassment.

As for the members of the Star Ancient Sect in the distance, they were all amused by this embarrassing scene, and looked at Fan Wujie sarcastically, as if they were looking at an idiot, which was very dazzling.

Stared at by these scorching eyes, Fan Wujie's face turned red, especially the sneering sounds and the embarrassing atmosphere permeating the void made him feel a strong sense of anger.

However, just as he was about to speak for the third time, the ethereal voice of the sword spirit suddenly sounded in his mind, saying: "Don't waste your efforts, the three thousand swords are no longer in the secret storehouse."

"what?"

When Fan Wujie heard this, his eyes popped out of shock, and he immediately echoed: "How is this possible, the three thousand swords were also stolen?"

Hearing Fan Wujie's astonished voice, the sword spirit let out a sigh. He was just about to explain, but saw Fan Wujie's figure turned into a gray-black sword light, piercing the void, and darted towards Xuanjian without looking back. Valley.

His speed was extremely fast, like a streamer, he rushed into the Xuanjian Valley with a domineering attitude, and rushed directly to the strategic secret vault.

Boom!

The door opened, and what Fan Wujie saw was a huge empty secret room. There was not a single trace of cultivation resources in it, only stone platforms stood there, empty, revealing a strong sense of chaos.

Fan Wujie opened his eyes wide, his pupils constricted suddenly, the sound of his heart beating violently could be clearly heard in the empty secret vault, his mouth opened and closed, as if he couldn't accept the scene in front of him.

At this time, a sword spirit dressed in white appeared.

Standing behind Fan Wujie, his face was full of helplessness, and he sighed: "That day, that mysterious strongman plundered Wanjiange and forcibly collected the spiritual veins. The sword was also stolen."

"The three thousand swords, which contain mysterious formations and can directly display the grand formation of ten thousand swords, are the secret weapons of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. Even if someone can steal them, they will definitely arouse the resonance of the sword formation. How could they disappear without a trace? Breath?" Fan Wujie asked back immediately, leaving Jian Ling speechless, and the expression of helplessness on his face became even worse.

He could hear that Fan Wujie's words contained a strong sense of blame, but he was unable to refute them.

At the beginning, Chu Xingyun relied on the black hole epee to enter the black hidden state, which can restrain all sound, light and breath, and even the fluctuation of spiritual power. It can be said that there is no sound, and ghosts and gods are unpredictable.

And the sword spirit of the legendary ancient sword is the defeat of the black hole epee. Even if he recuperates for a thousand years, he can't see through the black hidden state, let alone stop Chu Xingyun.

The silence of the sword spirit made Fan Wujie feel aggrieved. He scanned his surroundings and suddenly focused his eyes on a corner, where there was actually a black scroll.

Fan Wujie stretched out his hand and held the black scroll in his hand. After slowly opening it, he saw a line of big characters written on it: Thank you Wanjiange for the gift. I will definitely come again soon!

A few numbers, but it reveals a strong sense of ridicule, instantly igniting the raging anger in Fan Wujie's heart, his body began to tremble continuously, and between the shrinking pupils, a touch of crimson color representing anger is constantly spreading.

"Take the thing from my Jiange, and dare to say wild words. If I don't skin you and tear your bones, I will not be human!" Fan Wujie burst out with crazy sword energy, tearing the scroll into pieces. When he turned his head, the anger The red eyes made even the sword spirit jump.

However, before the two of them could continue talking, there were continuous roaring noises, and these roaring sounds, from far to near, even completely enveloped the Xuanjian Valley.

Fan Wujie's face changed, and he immediately rushed out of Xuanjian Valley and came into the void.

In the field of vision, the crowds of the Ancient Star Sect gathered one after another and formed four spirit arrays. For a moment, the stars swept across the world, bright and boundless, and the world was changing. One of the spirit arrays faintly took the shape of a fierce tiger, like an ancient killer. Tiger, there is an extremely violent aura in the void, covering the entire sky.

The remaining two spirit arrays, one is in the east, transformed into the body of a real dragon, endless starlight is endless, and the momentum hanging down from the sky can oppress the sky; The starlight seems to come from the ancient times, and the destructive power lasts forever, and its power is boundless.

The last spiritual formation was the largest, and a majestic Xuanwu shadow appeared in the sky above the spiritual formation. When it roared up to the sky, the starlight turned into a tidal wave, surging in all directions.

Each of these four spirit formations occupies one side, and each spirit formation is divided into seven spirit formations, which are flexible and changeable, roaming around Wanjiange, but every time they flicker, they emit dazzling starlight, Falling from the void, crushing everything, shattering the void, and heading directly towards the crowd of Wanjiange.

"Death!" Gu Fanxing uttered a word coldly. In an instant, the endless starlight tore the sky and the earth apart. Feeling the power of this endless starlight, all the people in Wanjiange's eyes froze, revealing the divine light of fear. The sky covered the sun, so terrifying, it seemed as if it wanted to pierce them all before it fell down.

Whoosh!

Starlights fell from the void, and the moment they touched the ground, countless bloody lights suddenly appeared. In an instant, a disciple of Wanjiange died on the spot, and blood splashed wantonly, staining the sky red.

"Damn it!" Fan Wuchen's expression was cold, and all the sword masters rushed towards the void, but the number of stars was too large, and they were overwhelmingly oppressing them as soon as they reached the sky. Moreover, the spirit arrays It is actually moving, constantly staggering positions, causing the starlight to cover the entire space.

"This is the twenty-eight star spirit array of the Ancient Star Sect. Seven of them form one side, and the four sides gather together. If you rush forward, you will only be blocked by thousands of stars, and you will fall into a predicament." At this moment, Yun Changqing's dignified voice came.

Below, the four sword masters of the same line of work rushed over, their eyes scanned the surroundings, and their faces were extremely ugly.

People from the Ancient Star Sect are proficient in the way of the spirit formation, and they have integrated the spirit formation into the Ziwei star technique. Thousands of people form an formation, which is unpredictable, and can continuously attract stars and streamers. The people of Wanjiange can't get close at all.

"In order to avoid casualties, the best way now is to let all Jiange disciples retreat and use the sword array as the foundation to resist the invasion of starlight. Otherwise, it will only increase casualties." Tang Yunhuan immediately answered, standing in front of them , The whistling sound of starlight kept coming out, it was too dense, and it went straight into the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, ruthlessly harvesting away fresh lives.

The formation of twenty-eight constellations has been completed, roaming in all directions, flexible and changeable, coupled with the landing of thousands of stars, before the people of Wanjiange come close, there will be countless casualties, let alone fight back.

The hearts of all the sword masters were trembling, and their expressions were complicated. Just when Yun Changqing was about to continue speaking, a gray-black sword light suddenly swept over, and Fan Wujie with a cold face walked out of the sword light and stood standing in the center of the crowd.

He glanced at Yun Changqing, and then glanced at the surroundings from a distance. The pools of scarlet blood and the broken limbs on the ground instantly aroused all the anger of Fan Wujie.

"This place is Wanjian Mountain, the root of Wanjiang Pavilion. The ancient Xingchen sect came here to kill us. How can we retreat?"

Fan Wujie's eyes were gloomy to the extreme, he pointed his sword, and his voice resounded in the void: "This battle is about the honor and disgrace of Wanjiange, you can only advance, you can't retreat, but all the people of Wanjiange, fight with all your strength, and kill me!" A road of blood!"

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