The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 77
Dongfang Bubai couldn't hold back the overwhelming power, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Blood spurted from the wounds all over his body, making his face instantly white.

Shocked and frightened, he blurted out, "What kind of kung fu are you doing?"

"Breaking the invisible sword energy!"

Yi Qingchen sneered: "Old pervert, you die!"

Raise your palm and shoot again.

Sword Qi, sir, do you have the same sword Qi as the wall?
Dongfang Bubai didn't wait for his palm to be raised, and had already floated behind the crowd.

The wind howled, but there was no movement.

Dongfang Bubai's eyes flickered: "Why don't you emit sword energy?"

Yi Qingchen expressionless: "Come to the front and try."

Not coming out is naturally because it can’t be sent out.

It was just a coincidence that the activation of the 'air wall' almost consumed [-]% of his internal energy, and now his body is empty.

Don't say that people don't know how to activate the 'air wall', even if they know, they don't have enough internal force to release the 'air wall'.

There is a saying that fear of battle is not stage fright.

Yi Qingchen's eyes were fixed on Dongfang Bubai like lightning, and the internal energy in the dantian and meridians in his body was rapidly recovering.

"You lied to a ghost!"

Dongfang Bubai sealed several acupoints, said with a sneer, "Although I don't know how you sent out the sword aura just now, you definitely can't send out the second one."

The atmosphere in his mouth made him feel really uneasy.

His situation is not optimistic even after being injured one after another. If he can't solve it quickly, whoever will be unlucky in the end may be.

Yi Qingchen's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Come and try."

"Just try it!"

Dongfang Bubai suddenly reached out and grabbed a Hengshan disciple and threw it at Yi Qingchen.

"broken!"

Yi Qingchen felt a chill in his heart, fortunately he has recovered some internal strength, he quickly reached out to catch Hengshan disciple and let him down again.

The Hengshan disciple was still in shock, and stayed where he was in a daze.

Dongfang Bubai sneered, reached out and grabbed, and threw it like a cannonball.

Are you not good at swordsmanship?
If you have the ability, you kill it!

Yi Qingchen had no choice but to come one after another, without time to recover more internal strength.

"Eastern Hierarch, if I were you, I wouldn't be doing useless work here."

Yi Qingchen saw that it was not a problem, and began to disturb the other party's mind with words: "You have been seriously injured, even if you seal the meridian, how long can you last, once the injury explodes, you will not show mercy."

Before the words fell, a flower suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Dongfang Bubai is exactly the same as the method he used last time, following the people he threw out to kill.

"Good come!"

Yi Qingchen gave a loud shout, raised his palms and slapped them sideways and forward.

Dongfang Bubai's face changed suddenly, and he retreated without hesitation.

No fart either.

"The little bastard really won't make it!"

Dongfang Bubai let go of his worries and turned around to attack again.

The needle light was faint, and the trajectory could not be seen clearly.

Yi Qingchen lifts the palm, the internal force is condensed but not released.

He only has the power of one blow, and he must use it at a critical moment, at least to exchange one life with Dongfang Bubai.

Faith in mortality.

At this moment, Dongfang Bubai suddenly retreated.

At first, I thought it was Dongfang Bubai's trick to lure the enemy, but later I found out that someone was coming.

Yi Qingchen looked over hastily, and saw a familiar figure appearing in front of him, holding a sword in one hand, forcing Dongfang Bubai to retreat repeatedly.

The person who came was Feng Qingyang who had re-entered the WTO.

Dongfang Bubai's speed that dominates the crowd doesn't seem to work in front of his old man.

Seeing the old man swiping out his sword, Dongfang Bubai couldn't help but retreat.

Yi Qingchen picked up a long sword with his toes, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and without hesitation, he volleyed towards Dongfang Bubai.

Dongfang Bubai let out a sharp roar, and retreated at a sudden speed, forcibly overcoming Feng Qingyang's sword move.

Then a stream of blood was spilled, disappearing on the edge of a cliff like a white cloud.

Even though he was seriously injured, he was still so brave and brave. He was worthy of being a hero who rose from the bottom of the Demon Cult to the position of leader.

Feng Qingyang didn't go after him, sighed: "This man's speed is really unmatched in the world, no one can kill him with his speed alone."

Yi Qingchen didn't chat with him, turned around and went to kill the Demon Cult's people.

With his current martial arts and the power to kill Dongfang Bubai, who dares to fight against him, and who can fight against him?

The people of the Devil's Cult lost all fighting spirit, were completely defeated, and fled down the mountain.

Yi Qingchen chased and killed him with a sword, leaving dozens of people dead, and the murderous intent disappeared in his heart.

Feng Qingyang sighed, looked around and showed a miserable expression: "I shouldn't have left Huashan."

Yi Qingchen looked around, feeling desolate in his heart.

Many people died!
The Wuyue Sword Sect alone sacrificed at least 300 people.

Among the heads of the five sects, only Mr. Mo Da survived with serious injuries, and the other four, Dingxian Shitai, Tianmen Daoist, Zuo Lengchan, and Yue Buqun, all died at the hands of Dongfang Bubai.

As for the masters of each faction, even more died, Dingjing Shitai, Yuyinzi, Yupanzi, Liu Zhengfeng, Yu Qinan, Lu Bai, Fei Bin, Ding Mian... More than [-]% of the high-level forces of the Five Sacred Sword Sect were killed or injured.

Not to mention the number of hardcore disciples of each faction died.

How can it be a tragic word!
It is also a little better than the ending of the demise of the Wuyue Sword School in the original book.

Each family has masters and disciples who have survived and can continue the sect.

What is most unacceptable to Yi Qingchen is that even Yue Buqun died in this battle, which should never have happened.

He has completed the 'Sunflower Collection', which should have achieved the achievement of Zhongxing Huashan.

How did you die now?

Master's wife hugged Master's body and sat down in the sea of ​​blood and corpses. Linghu Chong knelt down in front of the two of them, covered in blood, sobbing uncontrollably.

Yi Qingchen walked to Lao Yue's body and knelt down, feeling both sad and angry.

Lao Yue's death had a great impact on him.

People's hearts are warm, and the longer we get along, the deeper the relationship.

He stayed in Huashan for several years, and Lao Yue carefully cultivated him, and even taught him the 'Zixia Magic Art'.

This is great grace.

On weekdays, he always suspected that Lao Yue was thinking about self-protection at most, persuading or even forcing Lao Yue to follow the right path, and never thought of turning against Lao Yue.

Now before he can guide Lao Yue to continue on the right path, Lao Yue was killed by Dongfang Bubai.

Great revenge!

An inseparable hatred!

"I must kill Dongfang Bubai!"

Yi Qingchen said something to himself in his heart, took a few deep breaths to suppress the turbulent emotions.

The top leaders of the Five Sacred Sword Sect suffered heavy casualties, and there were only a handful of survivors.

The only person in charge, Mr. Mo Da, was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and none of the remaining people could preside over the overall situation.

"Woooo..."

The surviving disciples from various factions rummaged through the corpses of fellow sects, and couldn't help crying bitterly when they saw the corpses of the familiar teachers and fellow sects.

There are mourners everywhere on Yunv Peak.

"Uncle Grand Master doesn't need to put the responsibility on himself. No one knows that the Demon Society will suddenly attack."

Yi Qingchen said: "Uncle Grand Master was not ordered to guard Mount Hua, nor was he tasked with monitoring the Demon Cult. It is God's will whether he catches up or not."

Feng Qingyang shook his head with a bitter expression on his face.

Yi Qingchen's heart was heavy, and he was not in the mood to persuade him for a moment.

Seeing that the disciples of various sects were whimpering and choking with sobs, he settled down and began to think about the follow-up path.

"Senior uncles and uncles, senior brothers and sisters, now is not the time to be sad."

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