Chapter 5297 Purple Thunder Sword

This man was dressed in black, his face was extremely pale, and he looked like an evil ghost in the Netherworld.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, Xuan Ming."

The blood-clothed ancestor chuckled lightly when he saw this, nodded towards the man in black and said.

Xuan Ming nodded when he heard the sound, and then a flash of blood in his hand swallowed up the sword light from the center of the sword.

"Xuan Ming?!"

Jian Xin frowned and held the magic sword in his hand tightly.

He had heard of this person's name. He was the deputy sect leader of the Blood-clothed Sect recruited by the Blood-clothed Ancestor. In the Blood-clothed Sect, he was one person below ten thousand people.

According to evil rumors, Xuan Ming originally came from a small evil sect, but later showed amazing talent in the blood path, attracting the blood-clothed ancestor to personally recruit him.

As a sign of surrender to the Blood-clothed Sect, the Blood-clothed Ancestor ordered him to directly slaughter the entire sect he was originally from.

This kind of evil behavior is a situation where everyone screams for beating, even if it is in the evil way.

However, the Blood-clothed Ancestor had such a notorious reputation that no one in the evil ways dared to hold him accountable.

The latest time Xuan Ming took action was under the instructions of the Blood-clothed Ancestor, and he destroyed a medium-sized evil sect.

The leader of that sect was not bad in strength, but in the end, his entire sect was wiped out by Xuan Ming overnight.

This shows how unpredictable Xuan Ming's strength is.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Kenshin shouldn't have been careless, but since his senior brother was about to be in danger, Kenshin couldn't care too much.

Gritting his teeth and holding the magic sword tightly, he bit his fingertips with the heart of the sword, and his blood dripped onto the magic sword.

Instantly, a terrifying power gathered on the magic sword.

The layers of dark clouds above the nine heavens gathered together due to induction, and the next moment a purple thunder exploded.

Jian Xin seized the opportunity and raised his magic sword to attract Jiutian Luo Lei.

In an instant, purple lightning covered the magic sword, and a terrifying aura of destruction suddenly swept across the entire place.

Sensing the strange movement on Jianxin's side, the blood-clothed ancestor and

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Jian Chen turned around at the same time.

Looking at the purple thunder wrapped around the magic sword in Jian Xin's hand, the blood-clothed ancestor and Jian Chen had different expressions.

"Purple Thunder Divine Sword?!"

The blood-clothed ancestor's pupils shrank, and he looked at the magic sword wrapped with purple thunder with lingering fear.

This kind of power was unforgettable in his life. His master was killed by this sword.

But the person who used the sword at that time was Jian Chen who was being controlled by him.

The blood-clothed ancestor did not expect that Jian Chen was not the only one in Tianjian Mountain to use this trick.

At this time, Jian Chen looked at his junior brother with horrified eyes, clenched his fists and shouted: "Jian Xin, don't act rashly!"

"The Purple Thunder Divine Sword is not a magical power that you can control yet. Dispel it quickly!"

"Senior brother, it doesn't matter if I die here alone, but you must leave with the other disciples!"

Jian Chen couldn't care too much. At this time, he just hoped that Jian Xin could protect himself.

As for Jian Chen's own safety, he no longer cared about it when he raised his sword to face the blood-clothed ancestor.

The reason why Jian Chen said this was because he knew that although his junior brother could summon the Purple Thunder Divine Sword, he had never been able to hit it out.

In the past, he helped to suppress it, but now if the junior brother uses the divine sword, he will definitely suffer backlash.

If you want to use the Purple Thunder Divine Sword freely, you must maintain a pure sword heart.

His junior brother had so many complicated and trivial things on his mind that he simply couldn't calm down and use the Purple Thunder Divine Sword.

Controlling the Purple Thunder Divine Sword in this situation is undoubtedly asking for death!

"Senior brother, I will definitely save you!"

However, Kenshin did not suffer at all from his senior brother's behavior.

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He hesitated, but at this moment he only had one thought in his mind, which was to rescue his senior brother from the clutches of the devil!

"Go, Purple Thunder Divine Sword, just this once!"

Kenshin roared and threw the Purple Thunder Sword in his hand suddenly.

In an instant, the terrifying power grid unfolded, and the purple thunder entwined on it was constantly trembling.

The extremely unstable electric light flashed, as if it was about to disintegrate in mid-air.

But Kenshin ignored this and frantically poured mana into the purple thunder sword that was thrown out.

"Only this time, Purple Thunder Divine Sword, help me fight!"

Kenshin growled in his heart, his eyes becoming more determined.

At this moment, a golden sword suddenly lit up above his head.

This golden sword exuded bursts of light of hope, shining on the Purple Thunder Sword.

The originally extremely unstable purple thunder gradually stabilized under the shroud of golden light.

The emanating electric grid returned instantly, and the purple thunder intertwined continuously, turning into a purple thunder giant sword.

The giant sword slashed straight towards Xuan Ming, along with the blood-clothed ancestor who was guarding him behind him.

"not good!"

The blood-clothed ancestor gave a low shout, and purple lightning reflected in his eyes.

The moment he sensed something was wrong, the blood-clothed ancestor turned into a streak of blood and left the place as quickly as possible.

But it was too late for Xuan Ming to escape again, as the dazzling purple lightning struck down from the sky!

"ah!"

With a scream, purple thunder poured over Xuan Ming's body, instantly sealing his whole body.

The purple thunder snake kept climbing on Xuan Ming's body. No matter how Xuan Ming turned his body into dirty blood, he could not escape the purple thunder's blockade.

Finally, thick black smoke floated from Xuan Ming's body, and the whines and roars gradually

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Weakened.

"call……"

The purple thunder gradually dissipated, and the magic sword carrying the nine-day thunder fell to the ground and finally turned into a ball of black ash.

Jianxin half-knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.

With his current cultivation, the purple thunder sword that he had used up all his strength and mind had already consumed all of Jianxin's physical strength.

However, looking at the flying ash that Xuanming had turned into on the ground and his senior brother who had escaped from the control of the Blood-clothed Ancestor, Jianxin still laughed.

"Senior brother, I did it..."

Accompanied by a soft whisper, Jianxin's eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

"Junior brother!"

After escaping the predicament, Jianchen had no time to think about other things and rushed directly to Jianxin's side.

He hurriedly put his hand on him and sensed the situation inside Jianxin's body.

After a few breaths, the tense expression on Jianchen's face calmed down.

He had seen that Jianxin was fine, but he fainted because of too much physical exhaustion in a short period of time.

"Hehehe, the Purple Thunder Sword of Tianjian Mountain is really powerful."

"It's a pity that your junior brother Jianchen's cultivation is still a little inferior to yours."

At this moment, the voice of the Blood-Robed Ancestor sounded again.

As the blood light returned to the front of the mountain gate, the figure of the Blood-Robed Ancestor appeared in Jianchen's sight again.

"Blood-Robed Ancestor!"

Jianchen roared, gently put down the junior brother he was holding, and looked at the Blood-Robed Ancestor with murderous intent in his eyes.

Looking at the furious Jianchen, the Blood-Robed Ancestor felt very happy.

Although Xuanming, who he had cultivated with great effort, died under Jianxin's Purple Thunder Sword, he did not feel any regret at all.

"Hehe, Xuanming, you deserved to die for making Jianchen show this expression."