Chapter 879
Not long after, a figure in black stepped on a flying boat and arrived at the place of death by the river.
"Xuan Chu is here too! What a battle between dragons and tigers."
"Hurry up and give me the result. Thinking about this reward order every day always scratches my heart like a cat's claws."
"Me too! Immortal longevity fruit, family inheritance...who wouldn't be jealous!"
The monks whispered, each with his own ideas.
At this time, there were still many monks coming from all directions to observe this battle between out-of-body strong men.
Among them were monks from the Xuanmiao Tianzong.
Ling Xueying, Gong Yuee, Shu Qi and others all came.
"Can Ancestor win?" Ling Xueying was worried.
Gong Yue'e said solemnly, "Ancestor will definitely win."
Shu Qi remained silent.
A figure flew towards them and said with a smile, "Are you all disciples of Xuanmiao Tianzong?"
Ling Xueying and others quickly bowed and saluted, "I have met True Lord Qingfeng."
Mu Qingfeng had been entrenched in the Dark Realm for a period of time before, so they all recognized him.
Ling Xueying couldn't help but said, "What do you think of Qingfeng Zhenjun?"
Mu Qingfeng thought for a few breaths before saying, "Li Lingshu is very powerful, but I still believe in Fellow Daoist Chu."
Only then did everyone feel a little more at ease.
In the middle of the war.
Li Lingshu opened his eyes and looked at Henry Chu.
Henry Chu nodded slightly.
Both of them knew what the other's purpose was, so they did not say any more nonsense and went straight to action.
Li Lingshu reached out and made a move, and ten flying swords shot out from the gourd on his waist, heading straight towards Chu Xuan.
Each flying sword has a different shape, but they are all filled with sharpness.
Mu Qingfeng said calmly, "That is Li Lingshu's famous spiritual weapon, the Sword Gourd. There are ten high-grade spiritual weapons in it, and each one is different."
"Many times, he only needs to use this sword gourd to defeat most out-of-body monks."
Ling Xueying, Gong Yue'e and others were worried and stared at the battle situation, not daring to blink.
Henry Chu saw the ten flying swords coming towards him. Without him making any movement, a small city suddenly flew out and expanded rapidly.
It is Qiankun City.
As soon as Qiankun City appeared, water and fire came out, and flying swords roared.
Several methods were used to attack the ten flying swords.
Dang Dang Dang!
The sound of gold and iron colliding immediately sounded in the mid-air.
It made people's ears buzz.
After more than ten consecutive collisions, Li Lingshu's expression changed slightly.
Because he noticed that his flying sword actually had cracks.
This means that the opponent's spiritual weapon is still higher than his flying sword!
when!
At this time, another sharp voice sounded.
One of the flying swords was continuously attacked by the Netherworld Fire and the Drowning Water, and was trapped by the flying swords of the Killing Sword Tower. It whined and broke into two pieces!
This sudden scene surprised all the monks present.
How many rounds did this fight last?
Li Lingshu showed signs of decline that were visible to the naked eye!
Li Lingshu looked ugly, shouted low, and the suction force swayed from the sword gourd, and he retracted the remaining nine flying swords.
With a wave of his hand, Henry Chu also took back Qiankun City.
He said casually, "No need to test, just show your trump card."
Li Lingshu said in a deep voice, "I have a treasure that I obtained from the ancient Styx River. I only have the power of one blow. If you can block it, I, Li Lingshu, will give up on the spot."
After saying this, with a thought in his mind, an ancient sword came out of his mouth.
This ancient sword seems to be made of bronze, full of vicissitudes of time and ancient meaning.
And there was only half of it left.
But even this half still exudes an extremely powerful killing aura.
When the monks present saw this scene, their eyes seemed to be stinging.
"What a powerful exotic treasure. No wonder Li Lingshu is so confident!"
"This should be the ancient treasure from the river bottom that Li Lingshu obtained, but it's just a broken sword..."
"It's hard to imagine how powerful a complete sword would be..."
The monks all communicated in low voices and were filled with emotion.
Li Lingshu's spiritual power surged all over his body, pouring into this half of the ancient sword.
The spiritual power gathered together, and in the blink of an eye, the missing half of the sword tip was condensed.
An older and sharper atmosphere immediately filled the entire place.
Li Lingshu's complexion became extremely pale at this moment.
It was obvious that a lot of spiritual power had been used, and the ocean in Dantian was close to drying up.
He shouted, "Go!"
The ancient sword flew towards Chu Xuan.
At first glance it looks extremely slow, but in fact it is extremely fast.
The last breath was still in front of Li Lingshu, and the next breath was in front of Chu Xuan.
Henry Chu narrowed his eyes, “Well done!”
As soon as he thought, two dragon claws, one black and one white, suddenly flew out and pointed directly at the ancient sword.
The black dragon's claws are as deep as the abyss, capable of conquering anything.
The white dragon's claws are as strong as the sun, indestructible.
One left and one right, yin and yang complement each other, hard and soft.
"Look at those white bone claws. You can feel the sharpness even from a long distance away."
"The black bone claws are also terrifying, and the light lingering around them seems extraordinary."
"You all don't understand that such paired spiritual weapons with contradictory attributes are the most difficult to refine and control. But once you can use your arms and fingers, the power you exert is far superior to spiritual weapons of the same grade!"
The monks opened their eyes wide.
Most of them are in the early stages of leaving the body, and a few of them are even using mid-grade spiritual weapons.
Naturally, I have rarely come into contact with such a ferocious spiritual weapon.
The next moment.
In full view.
The black and white bone claws collided with the broken ancient sword.
A buzzing sound suddenly sounded.
The dazzling light almost blinded everyone's eyes.
The Divine Transformation cultivator felt a stinging pain in his eyes and quickly closed his eyes.
But even so, tears still flowed.
Bang!
The wailing sound of a spiritual weapon was heard in the air.
Then, the broken ancient sword was bounced far away.
But the black and white bone claws were still suspended in the air.
It was like the claws of a living dragon.
Looking down from a high place! Looking down on everything!
Li Lingshu spit out a mouthful of blood and his body fell down.
His complexion was extremely weak at this moment.
He smiled bitterly and bowed to Chu Xuan in the air, "Li, I admit defeat."
After that, he collected the broken ancient sword and stumbled away.
The whole audience was silent.
Lost?
Lost just like that? !
Li Lingshu was a strong man who came back alive from Xuling Mountain.
He actually lost to Chu Xuan?
Mu Qingfeng looked at the black and white dragon claws and murmured, "The best spiritual weapon... It must be the best spiritual weapon!"
"And it is the best among the best!"
Ling Xueying, Gong Yue'e and others clenched their fists, looking extremely excited.
We won!
From now on, no one dares to look down on Xuanmiao Tianzong again!
Chu Xuan took back the Yin-Yang Snatch and floated beside him.
It was like two door gods on the left and right.
He looked around the whole audience and said calmly, "Who else wants the Xuanwu Seal on Chu?"
"Chu is still here now, everyone come together."
The audience could hear a pin drop.
Chu Xuan said lightly, "If no one comes forward, Chu will go back to practice."
He looked around again and saw that no one came forward. He immediately stepped on the flying boat and turned around and left slowly.
From beginning to end, no one said a word or made a move. No one dared to take action and could only watch Chu Xuan leave.