Chapter 540 Going to Die

Chapter 540 Going to Die

Standing up.

Xuankong Shenni was wearing a white monk's robe and a gray monk's hat. She looked about fifty years old.

She clasped her hands together and said slowly: "Amitabha, I am guilty, it is Chunjun passed down by my ancestor."

Yao Xiaofu's face was no longer charming at all. She was surprised and said: "You are crazy, don't you know what kind of magic sword Chunjun is? It is full of fighting spirit! How can it go to the Duantian Cliff to compete? Now its fighting spirit has been awakened by the sword spirit of Wufeng. Ye Xiaochuan, a disciple of Cangyun Sect on the arena, and the little nun under your sect are in great danger!"

Xuankong Shenni seemed to be stunned for a moment, and she didn't understand why Yao Xiaofu suddenly became so excited.

Others also had the same idea. They were shocked that Chunjun actually appeared, but no one knew how dangerous the No. 10 arena was at this moment.

Under the No. 10 ring, a young woman in hemp clothes stood in the crowd. She suddenly sighed and stopped watching the competition on the ring. Instead, she turned and left. Her back was indescribably sad and lonely.

If you were very close, you could hear the pale woman in hemp clothes mumbling something.

"After all, you have chosen the way a sword immortal should die. There is one less old friend in the world. I should go back to Mount Xumi to recuperate..."

After that, her figure completely disappeared on the Broken Sky Cliff.

Ye Xiaochuan was confused now. The powerful spiritual power that rushed towards him almost made him unable to breathe. He could not resist it. He didn't know why things turned out like this. He just dropped a drop of blood on his Wufeng Divine Sword, not on Chunjun. Why did Chunjun's power suddenly increase a hundred times?

At this moment, Situ Feng's arrogant laughter sounded in his mind.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and asked anxiously, "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

After Situ Feng's wild laughter, Situ Feng's figure appeared in Ye Xiaochuan's mind again. He was still so arrogant.

"Ye Xiaochuan, let me show you how powerful the sword of the wind is!"

Ye Xiaochuan knew something was wrong. Just when he was about to say what was going on, he suddenly felt that his soul was frozen. He could feel his body and see all the changes outside, but he couldn't control his body through his soul.

Almost instantly, he knew what was going on. Situ Feng's residual soul forcibly took over his body at this moment.

I understand, everything is understood. Feeling Situ Feng's arrogant temperament and Situ Feng's determination to die, is there anything he doesn't understand?

The drop of blood just now summoned the sword spirit of Wufeng, but... Wufeng's powerful sword spirit also awakened the powerful sword spirit of the Chunjun Sword.

Chunjun is the magic sword of two generations of war gods. It is most easily awakened by powerful forces. It becomes stronger when it encounters strong forces and stronger when it encounters strong forces. This is the innate nature of Chunjun Sword.

Wufeng's sword spirit is so powerful that the sword spirit of Chunjun, which has been silent for many years, feels this power and wakes up from its deep sleep.

"No! Senior Situ..."

Ye Xiaochuan knew what Situ Feng was going to do. His residual soul was getting weaker and weaker. A few days ago, he said that this Broken Sky Cliff was the end of his life. Since Situ Feng often talked to him these days, although his tone was a little weak, Ye Xiaochuan still subconsciously thought that this old guy was lying to him. It is estimated that his soul will not dissipate in another three to five years.

He overlooked an important question.

Who is Situ Feng? That is the invisible sword god who roamed the three realms with a sword six thousand years ago! How could he allow his life to be weaker and weaker day by day waiting to die at the last moment?

Even if his soul is scattered, he will die in battle with dignity!

Chunjun is the divine weapon of two generations of war gods in the world. It can be wiped out by this divine sword, and it does not disgrace Situ Feng's reputation in this life.

Ye Xiaochuan's three souls and seven spirits were trapped in his soul sea by Situ Feng using some secret method, blocking the two bridges of heaven and earth, so that his soul could not come out.

Ye Xiaochuan saw through Situ Feng's determination to die, and was so anxious that he was going crazy. He shouted and attacked the restrictions Situ Feng had placed on him again and again.

For so long, he has regarded Situ Feng as his second master, and he doesn't want to see Situ Feng disappear like this.

However, at this moment, the overwhelming fighting spirit rushed out from Chunjun. Miaohua Xiaoni was completely unable to control this sword at this moment, but seemed to be controlled by it. In the silver light, Miaohua held Chunjun in his hand, with great momentum, and whistled fiercely, with endless pressure, rushing towards.

At this moment, Situ Feng's soul occupied Ye Xiaochuan's body. Facing Miaohua who was flying towards him, he almost didn't look at her directly, but lowered his head and gently stroked Wufeng in his hand.

After more than 6,000 years, he once again held Wufeng in his hand. That year, on this cliff, he personally ended the life of his most beloved woman.

"Ah!"

With a heart-wrenching roar, everyone only saw Ye Xiaochuan on the stage as if he was crazy. He swung a sword with his backhand, without any fancy moves, but everyone swore in their hearts that this was the fastest and most powerful sword they had ever seen in their lives. Even the divine consciousness could not lock the trajectory of this sword.

Boom!

Wufeng and Chunjun collided in mid-air, and both sides were shaken back by the earth-shaking loud noise.

Then, holding Wufeng, he laughed wildly and said, "See clearly what the real swordsmanship is, what the real swift sword intent is! Boy, I'm going to find Qing Lian, you and Yun Qiyou must break the curse of the last life! Must!"

After saying that, he pounced on Chunjun, pounced on the sky, and pounced on the arms of the woman he was tied to.

The battle that shocked the world and made the gods cry suddenly took place on the No. 10 ring. The righteous and evil bosses on the jade stone platform stood up one after another. They were all people with extremely high Taoism. How could they not see that the power released by the battle between the two people on the No. 10 ring at this moment was definitely not something that two young disciples could do.

Soon, they realized that it was not two people fighting, but the two swords fighting!

A huge tornado column gradually appeared on the No. 10 ring, blocking everyone's sight. The violent rotating wind force could not even penetrate the divine consciousness.

However, from the tornado column, there were loud noises one after another. The barrier of the arena could not suppress such a violent impact, and the water curtain rolled and could collapse at any time.

The faces of the elders who controlled the barrier defense changed drastically. While frantically inputting true energy into the center of the formation, they shouted to the disciples watching around: "Retreat quickly! The barrier is about to collapse!"