Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 611 Junior brother, take the sword!
"Are you really going to kill them all like this?"

Na Guanwei stood up tremblingly while resisting the pressure brought by the mountain characters.

"This time, give us a break this time, brother, maybe in the future, there will be places where I have no self-concept, how about making friends?"

Na Guanwei looked at Li Yunsheng sincerely.

There is an indescribable charm in his words and demeanor, which makes people involuntarily want to get close to and trust him.

"friend?"

Li Yunsheng smiled.

"I will not use the power of the soul to confuse my friends."

He saw through Guanwei's little trick at a glance.

The power of this microscopic soul is not weak, and an ordinary cultivator with weaker power of the soul might really be fooled, but this level of power of the soul is basically useless in front of Li Yunsheng.

"Worthy of being a cultivator in the Three Silence Realms of the Soul."

Na Guanwei smiled wryly.

"Although I have used some means just now, I can assure you that what I just said is absolutely true. Not only can we become allies, but we can also provide you with information on the internal forces of the Immortal Alliance, and I know that you Looking for the position of Hell Prison, as long as you can let me go this time, I will tell the truth about the information I know about Hell Prison, and I will never hide a word."

As if he was worried that Li Yunsheng would blame him for what he had just been bewitched by, Guanwei quickly explained.

"Okay, the time you bought should be enough for your master to unlock the restriction of my mountain character."

Li Yunsheng broke through Guanwei's calculations again.

Just like what he said, this Guanwei tried desperately to talk to him, just to buy time for Zhang Wuji behind him to break the talisman.

"Break it for me!"

As soon as Li Yunsheng's words fell, Zhang Wuji let out angrily.

Immediately, a red fish-gut dagger flew out of Wuji's mouth.

Like a flash of lightning, the small red fish-gut sword quickly pierced through the layer upon layer of mountain character clouds, and the two who got a chance to breathe immediately dispersed in two directions.

"Your arrogance will kill you."

After Zhang Wuji, who was standing in the north, spit out the last mouthful of turbid blood, he looked at Li Yunsheng with a smirk.

"This short sword can actually break so many clouds of mine. I think it is also a spiritual weapon."

Li Yunsheng turned to look at Zhang Wuji calmly.

"This Scarlet Blood Sword is an earth-level spiritual weapon. Unfortunately, it was dug out from the ground of your autumn water. It's a pity that I have fed it with blood essence for ten years. It could have broken through to the sky level."

Zhang Wuji looked at Li Yunsheng with a bit of resentment.

"That's a pity."

Li Yunsheng said calmly, now he understands why Zhang Wuji has been reluctant to take out the Scarlet Blood Sword for so long.

"It's not a pity."

Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"As long as I kill you, I can exchange for a better spirit weapon!"

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he looked at Li Yunsheng with a sinister smile.

He suffered heavy losses in this battle. If Li Yunsheng could not be killed to make up for the loss, Wujiguan might really have to be removed from the Ten States.

Moreover, he has no self-concept of enemies all over the world, he can imagine the scene of chasing enemies every day after losing power today, so even if he has the opportunity now, he is not willing to run away.

As soon as the words fell, the Scarlet Blood Sword suspended above his head suddenly left a straight line of blood in the air, which turned into a blood light and pierced towards Li Yunsheng.

The speed of this flying sword is indeed the only one Li Yunsheng has seen in his life.

However, Li Yunsheng's soul reacted very quickly. Dozens of talisman papers flew out of his sleeve almost at the same time, turning into a series of wind and crane talismans to protect Li Yunsheng in the middle. Every time the red blood sword changes direction, it will inevitably meet There was a jittery talisman.

For a while, no matter how fast the flying sword was, no matter how fast it changed its position, it still couldn't appear in front of Li Yunsheng.

But that Zhang Wuji didn't seem to be in a hurry, but winked at the big disciple Guanwei who was on the side.

Na Guanwei immediately nodded knowingly, and in the blink of an eye, the whole person turned into an afterimage and quickly flew behind Li Yunsheng.

I saw him draw a strange pattern on the ground with his own blood, and then said loudly:

"I burn my blood and soul today, I respectfully ask the blood ancestor to help me kill this evil obstacle!"

As soon as the words fell, a red glow accompanied by a foul smell suddenly fell from the sky and landed on Guanwei's body.

In that moment, Guanwei seemed to be a different person, his temperament was chilling and cold, and the coercion around him increased sharply.

Wuji Temple was originally a well-known crooked sect in Shizhou. In the early years, it was often hunted down by decent sects, so that the disciples in the temple did not dare to walk outside during the day. Only after these years when the Xianmeng came to power, did they dare to walk in the world openly.

"Wuji watched this person, and his cultivation has directly reached the realm of a saint?"

"I'm afraid it's more than that. This coercion is even more terrifying than ordinary saint-level cultivators!"

Everyone on the field was not surprised to see Guanwei perform such evil skills, but they were envious of Guanwei's soaring cultivation at this time.

That Guanwei didn't stop for a moment, raised the slender and sharp silver needle in his hand, and rushed towards Li Yunsheng with a bloody glow, so fast that he left afterimages on the platform.

When he was less than twenty or thirty steps away from Li Yunsheng, his whole body was full of blood, and the surging coercion made the Qiyue platform tremble, and then he yelled violently:
"Thousands of threads!"

As soon as the voice fell, there were piercing and piercing sounds, which kept ringing in the arena.

Looking from a distance, one can only see bloodstains, like straight blood lines, crisscrossing and appearing on the platform.

And looking more closely, it turned out that the criss-crossing blood lines were actually afterimages of the long needle in Guan Wei's hand flying across the field.

Under the fierce attack of the long needle, the talismans protecting Li Yunsheng began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the eyes of everyone, Li Yunsheng will soon run out of talismans and be pierced to death by the long needle in that Guanwei's hand if this continues.

And Zhang Wuji at the other end didn't seem to want to give Li Yunsheng any chance to breathe.

The flying sword he used suddenly returned to the top of his head, and streaks of blood turned into blood lines, seeping out from his body. The blood lines were like living things, and the body twisted and pierced continuously. Into the scarlet blood flying sword above Zhang Wuji's head.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw the strange method of the master and apprentice.

And as the red blood sword absorbed more and more blood energy, the original dagger began to grow a little bit longer, and a brand new blade emerged from the dagger.

Different from the blood-colored hilt, the blade of this sword is as clean as autumn water, exuding a breathtaking cold light.

At the same time, a series of spiritual patterns transformed by spiritual power began to form around the sword body. Like high-level talismans, this spiritual pattern was a sign that the surrounding spiritual energy was attracted by the treasure and began to condense directly into spiritual power.

"Although it can't reach the sky level, it is already a peak spirit weapon of the earth level. No matter how strong you are, can you still catch my sword with your bare hands?"

Zhang Wuji, the master and his apprentice, used all their resources to deal with Li Yunsheng with the determination to die.

After the last talisman dissipated in front of Li Yunsheng, Zhang Wuji scolded angrily, the crackling sound of flying swords piercing through the air, and the ear-piercing screaming sound of long needles piercing through the air sounded at the same time.

"break!"

I saw that the long needle in Guanwei's hand and Zhang Wuji's flying sword shot towards Li Yunsheng's chest almost at the same time.

The blow of the two of them was so powerful that it even surpassed the full blow of ordinary saint-level masters. The powerful fluctuations of spiritual power triggered by the flying sword and flying needle were like waves of hurricanes that hurt everyone's cheeks.

The restrictions around the platform began to flash with bluish-gray halos, and seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.

But what the two didn't find out was.

At the same time that the flying swords in their hands stabbed Li Yunsheng with long needles, a rusty ancient sword flew out of Zhao Xuanjun's sword box and landed in Li Yunsheng's hand.

"Junior brother, take the sword!"

Zhao Xuanjun in the distance rushed to Li Yunsheng on the platform, and shouted with a smile on his face.

　Did you eat Lantern Festival yesterday?I didn't eat it anyway.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)