Chapter 120: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, Master Zhanlu

The golden swords in the sky formed an aura of ten thousand swords returning to their origin around him, and golden electric lights shot out from them, and suddenly a golden frenzy formed around him.

The speed was so fast that the sword shadows in the sky flickered, like golden lightning, like rain hitting banana leaves, and a violent storm, hitting the palm.

Puff!

With a crisp sound, the void was directly like a transparent paper, shot into a sieve, and the golden sword lights flying all over the sky burst out with brilliant light, one by one.

It actually penetrated a finger of the big hand that covered the sky and cut it off directly. The sword light dissipated and turned into a golden torrent, falling back into the gourd.

Ah!

A scream came from mid-air, and the middle-aged man of the Demon Sect felt a pain in his finger. He was surprised to find that a deep wound was cut on his finger. The golden sword light kept entwining on the surface, and blood flowed out.

"I want you to die!"

Obviously, the injury from the blow made him furious.

As a Jindan cultivator, he was usually high and mighty, and even the Purple Mansion cultivators could only act like grandsons in front of him. Who would have thought that he would suffer a loss at the hands of a junior after using all his strength?

It was incredible that this kid who could kill with a single blow could actually hurt him.

He was careless and his finger was cut. This Jindan True Person of the Demon Sect was undoubtedly furious. Although the injury was not worth mentioning, the face that was weakened was great.

The strength of his subordinates surged again, like a dark cloud covering him, and they wanted to beat Xu Changjun to death directly.

Xu Changjun was naturally not a stubborn person. He insisted on doing it recklessly. His life was very valuable. Even if the entire Xu family was destroyed today, he would not be buried with it.

After all, he held the God Pyramid of the Three-Eyed God Clan in his hand, and there was a certain amount of incense power accumulated. He could still escape from the hands of this Jindan cultivator by forceful explosion.

When he fought with this person before, he had already slightly sensed his own heat and the limit of pressure he could bear, but he still did not dare to be careless.

Things would not reach that point, and he could not turn around and retreat, so he forcibly performed the soul communication method, and saw that the Thunder Fire Alchemy Palace that fell on the ground and suppressed the huge purple Ying electric dragon began to tremble slightly.

With the help of the invisible magnetic field power here, he still had some strength to fight, but if the Thunder Fire Alchemy Palace was withdrawn, the evil beast suppressed below would probably escape instantly, and it would be difficult to suppress it next time.

But if it really came to that, Xu Changjun would make a direct judgment and would not joke with his own life.

"Ten thousand swords to kill the devil!"

Just when the middle-aged man of the Demon Sect was angry and wanted to beat Xu Changjun to death, Xu Changjun was ready to fight with the Thunder Fire Alchemy Palace.

When the two sides hit the earth, a clear shout seemed to come from an endless and distant place, resounding across the world and accurately reaching everyone's ears.

The voice was light, but it carried endless pressure, as if someone had casually scolded him, but this voice cast a huge shadow on everyone's heart.

It was as if an invisible sword suddenly bloomed in the heart when this person spoke, making people feel cold on their backs and goose bumps all over their bodies.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and a flying sword flew from a distance, like a surging storm, whistling towards this side, so fast that it was already by their side in the blink of an eye.

Because it appeared too suddenly, the main mental power of the Jindan Demon Cultivator of the Demon Shadow Evil Sect was placed on Xu Changjun, and he did not notice much of the abnormality in the outside world.

And the person who made the move was very swift, and his strength and Taoism far surpassed this demon cultivator, causing him to have no time to react and be instantly hit by the sword energy.

Puff!

The continuous rain of swords passed by in an instant, directly piercing the body of the middle-aged man of the Demon Sect. Even the physical strength of the Jindan Zhenren could not withstand such a large number of swords falling.

A scream echoed in the sky. At the same time, the Jindan Zhenren of the Demon Sect moved and turned into a blood-colored one to escape into the distance.

The speed was so fast that his body left a long afterimage in the air.

"The evil demon dared to sneak into my Shengyuan Mansion and make trouble on the ground of my Taixuan Yuan Sect. It's really ignorant of life and death, and it's not a pity to die!"

At the same time, a sneer echoed in the world, and saw a white figure leaping into the air between the thousands of swords, covered with many swords around him, with a look of lightning, and a proud breath emanating.

It was a Taoist who couldn't tell whether he was young or old. His eyebrows were like lightning, and his whole body was surging. Standing there, he was like a sword out of his body, but that kind of grand and majestic feeling was with the power of time, looking coldly at the fleeing middle-aged man of the Demon Sect.

His eyes passed by Xu Changjun and he said slowly.

"I am your ancestor Xu Weichao's close friend for many years, the Taoist Zhanlu of Shengyuan Prefecture Taixuan Yuan Sect..."

"You are very good!"

Suddenly, Xu Changjun felt a terrible pressure falling on him, making his expression look a little stiff.

Although the other party was praising him, for Xu Changjun, the feeling of being suppressed was really not very good.

If he faced the demon demon of the Demon Shadow Evil Sect, he could still resist a little, but facing this Taoist Zhanlu, he felt like he was facing a huge mountain, and the oppressive breath lingered between heaven and earth.

The unity of ten thousand swords prevented him from even thinking of resisting.

This person is so powerful that it is simply unimaginable. I am afraid that even among the golden elixir monks, he is among the top few.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Lu transformed into a ray of sword light and flew straight out. His speed was a few minutes faster than the blood color, and he followed in the distance.

"Golden elixir peak overhaul!"

After waiting for the other party to leave and the surrounding pressure dissipating, Xu Changyun raised his head, looked into the distance, and spoke word by word.

Obviously, the origin of the white-robed Taoist who appeared here is definitely extraordinary. He belongs to the peak of the Golden Core Realm. He is more powerful than Xu Wechao, the ancestor of the Xu family. He is the most powerful monk Xu Changyun has seen so far.

That sharp stinging sensation as sharp as a sword made Xu Changyun feel as if a sharp sword was pressing against his throat and might fall at any time when the other party's gaze fell.

It's so cold it's hard to breathe!

"Don't worry, he is the Jindan master of Taixuan Yuanzong, the helper I specially invited."

Just when Xu Changyun's face was ugly and he was staring in the direction where the white-robed Taoist left, the voice of the ancestor of the Xu family, Xu Weichao, came to his ears.