Slaughter the sky against the dragon

Chapter 43, Juggernaut Jue - So Scary!
The sunlight outside shone into the dark ancient palace, and the yellowed handwriting on the desk was the most conspicuous!
Without him, it is only because of the three characters of "Sword Master Jue"!
Legend has it that "Sword Master Jue" was created by Yi Tianxing, the first city lord of the holy city.

Yi Tianxing's cultivation has reached the Martial Saint Realm, and he is revered as a Sword Saint.

Ever since Yi Tianxing's lifespan was exhausted and he left behind the secret realm of the Holy Mountain, he created "Sword Master Jue", which has attracted much attention!
Within thousands of miles of the holy city, the three sects and one valley, the various families, and the strong have searched for thousands of years, but they have not found it.

Long Buqi walked to the table and looked through it.

"It's just a Martial Saint, what kind of powerful sword art can he create?"

After a few glances, he threw it away in disappointment.

He has no shortage of skills, and there are many treasures of heavenly skills in his memory. How could he fall in love with a sword formula created by a sword master?

In the ancient temple, look around.

Spiritual herbs, refining materials, and origin stones are his favorites.

It's a pity that the ancient temple is empty, and even the mice probably don't bother to patronize it.

"Ok?"

Long Buqi glanced at the layout of the ancient temple again, and found a clue.

"What a Yi Tianxing, I was almost cheated."

Long Buqi quickly deduced that the layout of the formation was hidden.

"Fighting turn?"

The result of the deduction made him a little puzzled.

Douzhuan array is similar to teleportation array.

The teleportation array is a long-distance teleportation, while the Douzhuan array has a relatively short distance.

"What's the use of this ancient temple hiding the fighting array?"

This is what puzzled him.

Click click click! .
Slashing twelve swords in a row, breaking the Douzhuan formation, and digging out twelve origin stones.

Under the Dou Zhuan Formation, there is an empty pool hidden.

His pupils contracted and he stared closely.

"Not long ago, the bucket turned blood!"

It smelled a strong smell of blood!
Reminiscent of the pale corpse found before, blood seeped into the ground continuously.

Where did all this blood go?
Long Buqi suddenly felt chills, and he had a bad feeling.

The secret realm of the holy mountain has been opened for thousands of years. During this period, how many talented warriors died?
It seems that there is a huge conspiracy hidden.

"Need to get out of here as soon as possible, this is not a good place."

Long Buqi decided not to explore further.

This has nothing to do with him.

Picking up a bundle of ancient swords, he strode out of the ancient palace.

"Young master, the dragon is gone!"

The two disciples of Lieyang Valley and Yang Tianhu did not leave, they looked unwillingly at Long Buqi carrying a bundle of ancient swords, humming a little tune and going down the mountain.

It made their eyes bloodshot, it was supposed to belong to them!
A disciple glanced at the ancient temple emotionally.

"Young master, let's go in and have a look, maybe there are some treasures."

Snapped!
Yang Tianhu slapped him and knocked him to the ground.

"idiot!"

He roared like a mad lion.

"That kid Long Buqi dug three feet into the ground, will he leave treasures for us? Not even a single hair!"

Another disciple asked cautiously, "Then should we take a look?"

Yang Tianhu's expression was uncertain, he stared at the ancient palace with broken gates, and hesitated.

The ancient palace has been "ruined" by the dragon!

In front of the two juniors, he is as arrogant as him, how can he pick up the worn-out shoes worn by others?

If you don't go, it will be a pity, what if there is a treasure inside, and Long Buqi doesn't find it?

It's unlikely, but there's always a possibility!
"You go and see!"

In the end, Yang Tianhu decided to look through the "broken shoes" and send a junior to go. This would be the best and not shameful, it was a wise decision.

The disciple of Lieyang Valley walked into the ancient temple, and soon found the "Sword Master Jue" that had been discarded on the ground, and he shouted excitedly.

"Found it, found it!"

Holding the Sword Master Art, he frantically rushed out of the ancient palace, holding it in front of Yang Tianhu like offering a treasure.

"It's the sword master technique!"

Yang Tianhu snatched it away, looking through it impatiently.

"Thirteen moves of the Juggernaut!"

His pupils widened, confirming that he was the real Juggernaut without a doubt!
Yi Tianxing, the first city lord of the holy city, used the thirteen moves of the sword master to rule the world!
Now, the Juggernaut Thirteen-style Sword Art is exposed before his eyes!
"Hahaha!."

Yang Tianhu was overjoyed. All the families searched for the Juggernaut Art for thousands of years, but he was the final winner!

The two disciples complimented each other.

"The Lieyang Valley will dominate the holy city!"

"Young Master Hexi, it won't be long before you can surpass Yun Mudi and become the No. 1 young generation of the holy city!"

Yang Tianhu caressed the quaint Juggernaut Jue, and couldn't put it down, just like treating a first-time lover.

Suddenly, he frowned, and looked at the disciple who entered the ancient temple just now with murderous intent.

"How could there be a footprint on the ancient scroll? Are you blind? You stepped on it!"

That disciple looked bitter, uglier than crying.

"Young master, I didn't step on it. When I picked it up from the ground, there was a footprint on it."

"Picked up on the ground?" Yang Tianhu's expression was gloomy and terrifying.

The two disciples were as quiet as cicadas, with strange expressions on their faces.

Just now, only Long Buqi entered the ancient temple, no doubt, this footprint was stepped on by Long Buqi.
Thus, an unacceptable fact was deduced that the Juggernaut Art was thrown on the ground by a dragon!
"Longbuqi, I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Tianhu's face turned red, turning into a liver color, and he was holding onto the Sword Master Art tightly.

Long Buqi went down the mountain carrying a bundle of ancient swords.

As for who picked up the Juggernaut Art in the end, he didn't care at all.

More than a dozen Yunxiao Sect disciples saw the ancient sword, and greed flashed in their eyes.

Every ancient sword is a treasure!
They knew Long Buqi, if they were alone, they would never dare to catch Long Buqi's attention.

The so-called, wine makes people courageous, and there are many people, it can also make people courageous.

Backed by Yun Xiaozong, they looked at each other, and slowly blocked the way, all of them laughed.

"Long Buqi, we are Yunxiao Sect disciples, aren't you tired of carrying so many ancient swords? Why don't you share half of them and we'll help you carry them."

"That is, people who practice martial arts should help each other."

"Helping others is the foundation of happiness."

Their eyes all fell on the ancient swords, and the more they looked at them, the more they liked them, and they always felt that they were destined for these ancient swords.

Long Buqi glanced at them, and the corners of his indifferent lips twitched.

"roll."

Pop out the word.

It seems that saying one more word is a waste.

More than a dozen Yunxiao disciples looked stiff.

"So what if you don't roll?"

"With so many of us, we are afraid that you will fail!"

"Our Cloud Sect"

Ah!
Before he could finish speaking, he screamed.

Roar!
Long Buqi fought with the power of the sea whale, and the huge force swayed in all directions.

He raised his leg like a steel hammer, and kicked it out suddenly!

Blowing away more than a dozen Yunxiao Sect disciples.

Click click click! .
There was a crisp sound!

There were four of them whose bodies were kicked over and planted upside down on the ground, whimpering like they were drunk!
Five of them were kicked flying more than ten meters, hanging on the branch next to the tree and screaming again and again!

The remaining seven were kicked like balls and rolled far away, clutching their stomachs in pain, their bodies bowed like shrimps, their faces turned pale from the severe pain, and their bodies were covered in cold sweat.

Long took a cold look.

"Remember, as long as you mess with me, I don't care what sect you are, I will clean it up as usual, understand?"

More than a dozen Yunxiao Sect disciples nodded hurriedly, full of fear.

This is the current strength of Long Buqi, so terrifying!Seventh level of body training, arrogant to the younger generation, a simple one kick, they can't stand it.

(End of this chapter)