martial arts mythology system

Chapter 419 Swinging the Sword (4300 words)
On the battlefield of war, the smell of gunpowder smoke is so strong that it is pungent.

Under the protection of Jianmu, the remaining intact land was splashed with shocking blood.

Xiao Jiling, who had a blood-red wound on his chest by the gun point, sat in a daze, with buzzing in his ears.

The members of the Presbyterian Church in the sky, Yipin, joined forces to stop the rioting Baili Xinhong.

The warriors of the nearby martial arts alliance went forward to fight against the zombie generals of the underworld and the monster monsters.

"Quick! Beat those ghosts back!"

"Over there! People! There are people surrounded!"

"Damn! Can't rush through!"

"You are fucking crazy, come back to me!"

……

This group of people without a country is particularly powerful in fighting, probably because they are no longer afraid of losing.

Xiao Jiling looked at their running figures, his eyes gradually focused.

The tinnitus gradually diminished, and he looked at the huge meat mountain in front of him.

On the top of the mountain is Huang Quan Mingshuai in a red armor.

Although the mass-produced first-class products of the Netherland God Kingdom are not as powerful as ordinary first-class ones, dispatching more than twenty soldiers at a time is also a desperate force.

Xiao Jiling, who had regained his ability to think, looked over, and saw a burly, gray-haired old man rushing towards the Roshan monster with a sword...

"Evil! You will be punished!"

The handsome man in red didn't even look directly at him, he just raised his hand casually, and the invisible true energy that fell from the sky repelled the old man.

The Roushan monster raised its foot and stomped it down heavily.

Affected by true energy, the old man was unable to move for a while, and was exposed to the shadow of giant feet.

"Grand Master Uncle!!"

Xiao Jiling's consciousness suddenly tightened and he rushed out.

He hugged the old man's shoulders, rolled him on the spot, pushed him with true energy, and rolled out for about twenty feet.

His robe was stained with dust, and he finally escaped a catastrophe.

"Stinky boy, don't you move slowly!"

Uncle Tai Shi regained control of his body, pulled Xiao Jiling to stand up, and punched him in the chest.

Xiao Jiling looked a little miserable just now when he was beaten by Han Feng, but fortunately, the injuries were all skin trauma and did not affect his activities.

He raised his head and watched the Roshan monster turn around.

"Uncle Grand Master, we have to avoid this monster."

"Avoid!? How to avoid?" Grand Master Uncle immediately raised eyebrows, "Shall we avoid and let others take over?"

Furious, the old man pushed Xiao Jiling away and rushed towards the Roshan monster.

"Grand Master Uncle!!"

Xiao Jiling hurriedly wanted to catch up.

But I felt a gust of wind behind me.

Motivated by true energy, he bounced off the chain attacking from behind, and Xiao Jiling turned to look over.

Two women with strange expressions stand behind, wearing scantily clad clothes and holding chain-bladed knives.

"Yo, my little brother still wants to worry about my grand master~ What a filial boy~"

"That's right, in today's world, there are not many such good men. Sister, we must not let go of this opportunity~"

"Well, how do you divide this time?"

"I want the left~"

Xiao Jiling listened to the two women scratching their heads, posing, singing and singing, their expressions sank, their bodies were weak, and their second-grade energy was released.

Regardless of whether the sword heart exists or not, Xiao Jiling's second-grade cultivation base is solid, and the release of energy can already cause the ground between the surroundings to subside.

"Yo, you're still a master~"

"It's exciting just thinking about it."

The two women's mouths were all charming, and their attacks were extremely fierce. They shook their wrists at the same time, and the two chains jumped towards Xiao Jiling like vicious poisonous snakes.

Flying over the ground, attracting dust.

Seeing the enemy attack fiercely, Xiao Jiling swept the sword energy in his hand, cutting the ground in front of him and opening a gully, while he retreated first.

But I saw two chains flying at a very high speed, flying over the surface of the fault, chasing after them like shadows.

Not only that, the chains of the two days were intertwined, and they were intertwined to form a large net of chains, covering Xiao Jiling below.

Seeing the critical situation, Xiao Jiling had no choice but to use his sword.

"Sword Jue of the Vault" - [Sword Flying Thunder]!
The sharp sword smashed the iron net, and Xiao Jiling took advantage of the situation to escape.

My heart is cold...

I have used all my strength with this sword, but I can only repel the opponent's attack...

These two auras are only in the early stage of the third rank, and the skill I inherited from my master is also the top skill in the second rank... This kind of situation can only show that my sword heart has not returned yet...

Are you really just a waste...

Xiao Jiling was in a trance for a while, and the two chains pierced him.

"Where is the little bastard looking!??"

Uncle Grand Master who rushed over from a distance shouted loudly, threw the weapon in his hand, and pressed the network formed by the chains firmly on the ground with his sharp sword pressure.

The white-haired old man rushed to Xiao Jiling and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Why are you so dazed at a time like this?"

After speaking, the white-haired old man rushed towards the two women.

The sword that suppressed the iron chain network was directly bounced away by the noisy chains. Uncle Grand Master slapped the sword back without saying a word, and rushed into the attack of the chains without saying anything.

The two women also knew that the old man was not a paper tiger like Xiao Jiling, so they jumped around to avoid being locked by the old man.

Xiao Jiling looked at the figure of Tai Shishu fighting, and subconsciously wanted to catch up and participate in the battle.

But I stopped walking... I look like this now, maybe I can only get in the way...

At this time, Xiao Jiling thought of Han Feng who had just woken him up with a punch.

That man in a black and white feather cloak with an eternal indifferent expression.

If it was him, he would definitely not be afraid of fighting.

At this moment, a terrifying pressure like a torrent of riots swept towards the battlefield under Jianmu.

Whether it is Baili Xinhong and the members of the Presbyterian Church in the sky, or the Underworld and the two sides of the Wumeng who are fighting on the ground, or even the people who fled under the Wumeng organization, they can clearly feel the horror and oppression if there is any substance. feel.

Xiao Jiling looked over, and under the blessing of the second-grade true qi, they were clearly visible together.

Han Feng, who was dressed in black and white, ran quickly in front of Nan Ke and Wei Qingqing.

Still waving his hands and yelling something, behind him was a man in a black robe.

In the boundless blood-colored wilderness, the man was holding a scepter as tall as a man, and his movements were not slow or fast, but he seemed to have the ability to shrink the ground to an inch, and he always followed behind Han Feng and others.

Xiao Jiling smiled self-deprecatingly... Sure enough, such a character would only choose to challenge the most powerful enemy... Did he directly challenge Xiantian?

Suddenly, Xiao Jiling saw the man's figure and the scepter in his hand clearly.

All of a sudden, the world is cold.

Breathing is also cold.

The brain inside the head is also cold.

This man... I am too familiar with it.

In countless nightmares, the image of him piercing his master's chest with a scepter drove him crazy.

It was also because of his strength that he didn't dare to swing his sword at all.

this man!

The High Priest of the Gods of [God of the Underworld]!
Nightmare of my life!
coming……

At this moment, Xiao Jiling didn't think about anything, it was a weird feeling.

It is clear that he is afraid of this man to death, and even lost the heart of a swordsman because of his fear.

But when I saw him, all the fear disappeared strangely, as if mint and ice chips had been put into my brain, so calm that I couldn't believe it.

In a daze, a scene of learning swords from master when I was a child appeared in front of my eyes.

That is the top of Jianxia Peak with high sky and light clouds.

"Ling'er seems to be very lethargic today, are you having nightmares again?"

"Master...I have worked very hard...but I will still be very scared."

Looking at the gentle smiling face of the master, the young man asked cautiously:

"Master...is there anything to be afraid of?"

"Of course it will. No one is afraid of anything."

"Then does Master also have nightmares?"

"It won't."

"Then what will Master do when he encounters something he is afraid of?"

Xiao Jiling is now in the center of the bloody battlefield, looking at the lonely figure in the distance, and faintly hears the voice of the master.

"If you meet it, cut it with the sword in your hand."

……

Ji Lianzhong's terrifying aura attracted the attention of the entire battlefield.

Only Baili Xinhong, who has been corrupted by evil thoughts to the point of madness in the sky, can compete with it.

Feeling the innate power of despair in the underworld, everyone in the Wumeng seemed to be shrouded in a terrifying haze.

The innate meaning of the human world is the peak level of human beings... How can we fight hard in front of the limits of human beings to win a way out for ourselves?

Han Feng and the others were chased all the way by Ji Lianzhong, they spotted Baili Xinhong's direction, and hit them with a [Heaven's Grace Falling Demon Sword].

The most refined, pure, clear, and clear golden Buddha power hit Baili Xinhong, who was surrounded by seven first-rank masters. Perhaps it was the wonderful characteristics of the golden Buddha power that happened to restrain evil thoughts.

Baili Xinhong was beaten up.

Under his crazy offensive, the elders of the Wumeng who could not get away hurriedly retreated.

Then, the imposing swordsman in the sky turned around and looked at Han Feng.

Then... being attracted by the same level of silence.

Ji Lianzhong and Baili Xinhong looked at each other, their eyes were as calm as water, and the scepter in their hands was on the ground, exuding an aura as vast as the deep sea.

Han Feng and the others hurriedly took advantage of this opportunity to flee towards Jianmu...

Then, Bai Lixinhong, who was already insane, looked up to the sky and screamed, which caused the earth to tremble, turned into a ghostly afterimage, and rushed towards Ji Lianzhong with evil thoughts and evil spirits.

In this place where the fate of the remnants of the Seven Kingdoms is determined, the two innates will launch their doomed duel in this strange form.

Whether it was the elites of the Martial League or the demons of the Underworld, they held their breaths waiting for the ending.

Then, just after Ji Lian raised his hand again, the situation changed suddenly.

A malice from the same root as Baili Xinhong emanated from his hands.

According to legend, the power of the most demonic form [Six Paths and One House], which is said to drag the world into hell and slaughter it all, is emitted.

Inspired by the extremely evil force, Baili Xinhong stopped his charge, wrapped up his own extremely evil thoughts, landed on the ground, and knelt down in front of Ji Lianzhong.

A majestic generation of geniuses in the sword world actually knelt down here.

The dignity of the swordsman is completely humiliated...

Han Feng had already fled under Jianmu. Seeing this situation, he wandered his eyes and immediately began to think about the escape route.

His eyes froze, and he happened to see a middle-aged warrior dressed in the clothes of the elders of the Wumeng in the camp of [Netherland Divine Kingdom].

Ghost in the Wumeng...

As for the members of the Wumeng on the battlefield... they are completely desperate.

Our own Xiantian was enslaved by the enemy on the battlefield... Two Xiantians were present... The Martial League and the survivors of the Seven Kingdoms have no chance...

Ahead... is the abyss...

Ji Lian stepped forward again, and stood the scepter in his hand on the ground, holding his hands in a hugging manner.

Speech has its own echo, which spreads hundreds of miles from the sky.

"Everyone in the Wumeng, you can take a look at the current situation."

"The [Swordsman of Misty Rain] that you worship like a god is standing at my feet."

"[Nether Earth]'s dominance over Beiwulin is a foregone conclusion. Surrendering now may give you... a chance."

"So... who knows the current affairs..."

The words were not spoken.

The situation changes again!

The strong evil thoughts on Baili Xinhong, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly shrank, and then...a sun rose on this bloody land...a dazzling, eye-catching, and shocking sun.

Baili Xinhong, who was besieged by the seven first-rank masters of the Martial Arts League just now and did not even draw his sword, finally drew his sword.

The swordsman with disheveled hair and ragged clothes raised his head, his eyes were like cold flames in the darkest long night.

The whole person turned into a scarlet long sword.

The body is the sword.

This is Baili Xinhong's sword - [Rising Sun Arrogance].

The sword move that the arrogant Baili Xinhong would rather kneel on the ground is called - [Zhongtian Hanging Sun]!
Turning into a sword, Baili Xinhong broke Ji Lianzhong's chest, and now above the sky, he turned his head slowly.

At this moment, [Swordsman of Misty Rain] is not crazy at all, the cold flames in his eyes can illuminate the darkest night brightly.

With trembling hands, Ji Lianzhong grabbed the scepter in front of him, his innate vitality allowed him to sustain it, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Baili Xinhong, you are really extraordinary... Fortunately, I never underestimated you."

Then, a fiery meteor suddenly appeared in the sky.

Another massive burst of innate qi rushed into the battlefield.

[God of the Underworld] The [Lord of Flame Tribulation] of the seven gods, the Scarlet Phoenix Witch... has descended.

Baili Xinhong washed the void with his right hand, and a golden-red long sword appeared in his hand, as if the scene of the rising sun appeared again because of his sword moves.

But the level of the [Seven Gods] is far beyond ordinary innateness, and it is extremely difficult for Baili Xinhong to face it.

The heavens and the earth shook, and the huge flowing fire collapsed, almost burning through the sky.

The sword style collided with the fire meteor from the sky, and Baili Xinhong was pushed thousands of feet into the air.

Everyone in the Martial League, including Han Feng, felt ups and downs due to the sudden change in the situation.

Most people simply don't understand what's going on...

"The Wumeng can stand upright under the attack of Netherland, the leader really has its own uniqueness."

Han Feng looked at Baili Xinhong and Chifengwu who turned the sky into burning clouds.

Then he moved his gaze to the middle of the Netherland army that was attacking again, and there sat a man dressed in the costume of an elder of the Wumeng.

"It seems that you have to kill him to complete the mission, right?"

Han Feng muttered to himself.

In fact, there are two new tasks in the fog of my mind at the moment, one is to kill Ji Lianzhong... and the other is to kill Chi Feng Wu...

Thinking about it, Han Feng turned his attention to Ji Lianzhong behind the Netherland army.

Ji Lian stood under the protection of hundreds of Roshan monsters, his face pale.

Unintentionally, he was hit head-on by Baili Xinhong's sword move, even if he was born, he almost died.

"Wumeng, you guys surprised me..."

Then, Ji Lian Chong seemed to have sensed something, and raised his head.

Not only him, but the entire martial arts league and the entire battlefield can be seen.

In the middle of the Netherland army attacking the Jianmuxia Wumeng camp, a young man with a sword was running.

The sword tip rubbed against the bloody ground, bursting out an inextinguishable purple flame.

Retrograde among countless frenzied monsters, Xiao Jiling's expression was calm and composed.

The innate qi in his body, which he got from his master, was fully aroused at this moment.

Running all the way, like a purple dragon that shatters the earth.

Both the monsters blocking the way and the Netherland warriors were burned by the purple flame.

The voice of Master many years ago rang in Xiao Jiling's ear.

"If you meet it, cut it with the sword in your hand."

With his eyes becoming firmer, Xiao Jiling swung his sword to cut off the body of a Roshan monster, and rushed towards Ji Lianzhong.

Roar loudly, heard throughout the battlefield:
"Ji Lian Zhong! I'm here to kill you!!"

……

At this moment, Han Feng saw that a certain task had been completed:
[Complete the task: find the sword heart for Xiao Jiling]

(End of this chapter)