Chapter 2042 Lonely Mountain Shadow

Chapter 2042 Lonely Mountain Shadow

"Damn it! Look, what is that?

! "

The footsteps of countless Tianjiao suddenly stopped in place.

At this time, their faces were all full of shock and shock.

At the end of the world, silhouettes with shattered clothes and sluggish faces strode forward, holding up ancient swords and piercing the sky.

"Not good! It's a demon servant!!"

Everyone's eyes narrowed slightly, and they only felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet, and it was too late to try to escape.

In the darkness, a dense number of demon servants surrounded him, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

The faces of Xiang Chen and Situ Yunque were also extremely solemn, and their bodies flickered with radiance, but they were not in a hurry.

There are tens of thousands of demon servants here, even if they have already lost their consciousness.

However, the pure obsession with kendo drives them to wield the most ferocious sword intent.

"Brother Xiang, break through the encirclement in one direction later. Although these demon servants are numerous, their movements are slow and it is impossible for them to catch up with us."

Situ Yunque pondered for a moment, then looked up at the sky in the distance.

I saw there, there seemed to be a heaven-piercing magic radiance standing in the heaven and earth, lingering endless magic patterns.

If Situ Yunque is right, the rumored magic sword that killed hundreds of millions of souls is here.

"it is good!"

Xiang Chen nodded lightly, and many Tianjiao around him had already exerted divine might, trying to break free from the siege with the help of the spiritual treasure in his hand.

However, at the moment when their figures were in the air, they saw that thousands of swords suddenly opened up above the sky, like a Great Wall of sword qi, smashing the sea.

And the figures of those disciples were cut into nothingness almost instantly.

"Gollum."

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces turned pale instantly, and even Xiang Chen and the others were full of fear in their eyes.

Obviously, the idea that they want to break out from the sky is too naive.

"How is this good?

! "

Just when everyone's mind collapsed and fell into despair, a humming sound suddenly resounded in the void in the distance.

Immediately, I saw a figure stepping forward, passing from the sky.

Outside of his body, there is a hidden immortal radiance, like a nine-day divine sun, which is shocking.

"what is that…"

Everyone's faces were stunned for a moment, and they looked up at the figure in black clothes with hair, and their eyes were full of incredible.

"Buzz!"

And the originally bleak sword intent reappeared in the world and slashed towards him angrily.

only! !

What makes people feel terrified is that at this time, the black-clothed youth still did not perform a half-point offensive, and walked straight into the torrent of sword energy, appearing above everyone's heads.

"Boom!!"

Ten thousand feet of sword intent fell from the sky, and the entire void was directly divided equally, and the suppressed breath was like waves in the angry sea, rushing away in all directions.

And in the waves, Ling Xiao's figure seemed extremely small, as if it would be submerged at any time.

The sky is dark, and the ghosts are somber.

Countless demon servant figures are like mountains, occupying the four and eight wastelands.

Only the black-clothed figure stood with his hands behind his back, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he didn't seem to feel any pressure at all.

Especially the indifferent and calm fairy face, like a king in the dark night, looking down at the world, unparalleled in the world.

Those demon servants who made countless heavenly arrogances frightened were just his subjects, only worthy of submission.

"Om!!"

until! !

The ten thousand zhang sword force fell from the sky and landed half a foot in front of his forehead, but it stopped eerily.

From beginning to end, the young man never stretched out even a single finger and let the sword fall without any surprise.

"Kakaka…"

Heaven and earth are silent! !

The faces of all the clan Tianjiao have long been pale and sluggish, and their bodies can't stop shaking.

how is this possible?

!

Why did the wind in the sword prison suddenly stop?

Who is this young man and how did he do it?

!

"Ling...Ling Xiao!!"

Xiang Chen's eyes twitched, his palms clenched slowly.

Even though the exercises he cultivated have always been known for being domineering and dominating the world.

However, in front of this emperor, there was no thought of disobedience at all.

And the fighting intent that was boiling in his heart almost completely collapsed at this moment.

"A group of dead servants dare to rebel against me?"

Ling Xiao looked calm and said nothing.

I saw the sword power in front of him collapsed suddenly!

Even the rotten swords in the hands of the countless demon servants made bursts of buzzing sounds at this time, and they flew up unconsciously and gathered above his head.

"cut!"

Ling Xiao let out a clear drink, and the sword shadows of Wan Dao fell from the sky, cutting the army of demon servants to rot.

Broken bones and dead aura filled the air, and Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the arrogance.

At this moment, his eyes were staring coldly at Xiang Chen and the others.

Thirty thousand luck, the blood of the king.

Obviously, this person should be one of the top ten sequences of Qingcang... Overlord Xiangchen.

For today's Ling Xiao, the mere contemporary sequence is no longer worth mentioning.

From

In Xiang Gou's soul memory, Ling Xiao saw that this dust stepped into the immortal road not only to explore the immortal road, but also a more important mission.

Looking for the ancestor of the Xiang family, the true overlord of heaven and earth, Xiang Jiba!

And beside him, there is a black-clothed young man with a feminine face, and he is also full of luck.

Ten thousand luck, cloud shadow ghost body.

At this moment, there seemed to be a hint of contemplation in his eyes. Although he tried his best to hide it, Ling Xiao could still see the trace of... faint hostility in the bottom of his eyes.

Moreover, what surprised Ling Xiao even more was that the luck of this young man in black was not as good as Xiang Chen's.

But the spiritual power fluctuations on his body are obviously stronger than this Xiang family sequence.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao seemed to have thought of something, immortal patterns flickering all over his body, and he stretched out his hand to suppress it.

Can! !

At this moment, in the center of the sword prison, a clear roar suddenly spread through.

Immediately afterwards, the heaven-piercing magic pillar dissipated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Faintly, an incomparably turbulent demonic force shrouded down, as if to ban the entire sword prison.

In front of everyone, above the countless dead bones, began to have soul light lingering, rising up, turning into a river of divine soul light, and gathering towards the central magic mountain.

Looking from a distance, over the magic mountain, a vortex of divine soul poured down, like a gap between the world and hell.

At the top of the mountain, there seemed to be a slender figure standing quietly, looking in the direction of everyone.

"what is that…"

Even though they were thousands of miles away, at this time, everyone still felt a chill rise along the soles of their feet, as if they were overlooked by a great demon, and there was no way to survive.

"No... I don't know, it seems to be a figure..."

"Is it possible that someone got that magic sword?"

"Um?"

Ling Xiao's footsteps also stagnated, and he looked up at Yuankong with a hint of curiosity in his eyebrows.

With his divine soul perception, he could clearly feel the resentment lingering around the figure at this time.

It is a kind of attachment that has been accumulated through the ages, and is far more terrifying than any magical power in this world!