Kill the Great Wall of Martial Arts from me

Chapter 262 Sword Sect, Be Slashed!
Take the yellow field.

In the empty world, Li Shenzhi sat cross-legged in the tall grass of a person, his whole body blended with the earth.

In the depths of the earth, a piece of multicolored divine light was hazy, and pictures flashed like light curtains.

In a flash, Li Shenzhi felt that his divine consciousness merged with the colorful divine light.

It's like an outsider watching the picture flashed by the colorful light.

There are many of these pictures, all of which are left over after the former human warriors inadvertently attracted the Five Colors Divine Soil.

The number of warriors appearing on the screen is countless, and there are various screens, such as training, traveling, hunting, fighting, and slaying monsters...

These images span too long a time, from the establishment of the Chenghuang Domain, the initial struggles of several tribes.

Later, the battle blood was annihilated, and there were fewer and fewer pictures left behind.

Looking at these pictures, Li Shenzhi seems to have realized life with all kinds of flavors.

One after another pictures flashed, and the multicolored divine light became more and more miraculous, and the thick and reckless aura enveloped his soul.

It's like turning into a tree, rooted in the earth, taking root and sprouting, growing bigger and bigger.

Later, Li Shenzhi really felt that it had turned into a giant tree, with endless emptiness in all directions, and the power of the earth was continuously integrated into his perception.

Of course, this is an illusion, the real good fortune brought to him comes from the soul.

After being promoted from the peak of the Divine Fire Realm to the Primordial Spirit, the crazy and skyrocketing spiritual consciousness and the sense of emptiness that existed gradually settled down.

This feeling of precipitation was very mysterious, which made Li Shenzhi feel more and more aware.

When he was immersed in it, there was a sound of a sword in the five-color divine soil.

In the illusory and empty space transformed by five colors, a sword comes from the sky and cuts down.

At the same time, in the calm five colors, there was also the sound of swords clanging, and countless sword lights burst out.

hum!
In an instant, Li Shenzhi's immersion was broken by the sword light, and his connection with the five-colored divine soil was severed.

Rumble!
The soul was impacted, and his own qi and blood burst out uncontrollably, sweeping the wilderness in all directions.

"Blue King Sword Sect!"

When the eyes opened and closed, murderous intent burst out in his eyes.

……

Qiancheng ancient country.

Empire.

In the huge city, there is a lush mountain surrounded by aura.

In the mountains, spiritual energy is like wisps, continuously deriving from the spiritual veins below.

These derived auras are locked by an invisible formation, and will not dissipate to the sky, but only exist within the formation.

A large hall in the mountain is made of jade, carved with patterns of auspicious beasts and phoenixes, surrounded by the Linghe River.

"Brother, you and I have come from afar, these natives don't think much of me, Qingwang Jianzong."

A voice of dissatisfaction came from the hall, and there was no intention of covering it up.

In the main hall, below the main seat above, sat two figures in sequence.

There was a person in front of him, wearing a pure white martial robe, with ink-like black hair tied into a bun.

Just sitting there, his whole body seemed to be exuding a strong sharp edge, and the void around him was distorted by the impact.

Behind the warrior stood four maids in uniform martial robes, each holding a simple sword in their hands, and the aura of each of them had reached the peak of Yuanshen.

Underneath the young man in white robe was also a swordsman, wearing a blue robe, with a youthful face, followed by two sword attendants, each holding a sword.

It was the blue-robed boy who spoke, and his sword eyes were erected at this moment, obviously very dissatisfied.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the main hall, and the cloud riding saint came from outside.

After entering the main hall, he was suddenly stunned by the strong sword energy, stabbing his body.

His eyes swept across the hall, and seeing the two figures sitting in the hall, he couldn't help being startled.

The aura overflowing from the two people in the palace actually made his heart palpitate.

The realm of the white-robed warrior is only in the late stage of the Yuanshen, and the realm of the blue-robed warrior is even lower. It seems that he has just been promoted to the middle stage of the Yuanshen.

On the contrary, the six sword servants brought by the two of them are all at the peak of Yuanshen.

In contrast, the six sword servants at the peak of Yuanshen didn't feel much, but the two Yuanshen of the middle and late Yuanshen gave him a great sense of danger.

Especially the white-robed young man at the front is really like a peerless fairy sword, and the majesty it gives him is even more terrifying.

"This person can kill me!"

In a moment of thought, Saint Yuncheng felt a chill in his heart.

"Forgive me, the two master disciples of the Sword Sect, but I, Qiancheng Ancient Kingdom, have neglected you."

After returning to his senses, the Saint Yuncheng became more cautious, and began to compliment directly.

"As expected of being a disciple of Zhenshi Dazong, being able to come to our ancient country of Qiancheng really makes our clan flourish."

Under a compliment, the expression of the white-robed youth remained unchanged.

The sword cultivator with the appearance of a blue-robed boy stretched his cold brows and raised his eyes just now, revealing a hint of arrogance.

"I don't know where the Xuancheng saint is, why haven't I seen him?"

The white-robed young man opened his mouth lightly, looked at the saint of Yuncheng, and turned to the saint of the peak, that's all.

"The ancestor just went out for something, and it will take some time before he can come back."

The saint of cloud riding opened his mouth, and a slight anger flashed in his eyes.

The arrogance of the blue-robed boy was floating on his face, and the white-robed warrior didn't take him seriously.

This feeling of aloofness was clearly felt by the saint of Yuncheng.

"I don't know if the two of you came to Qiancheng to pass by, or if there is something else. If you need my Qiancheng Ancient Country to do it for you, I will definitely not delay anything that my Qiancheng Ancient Country can do."

The slight anger in Yuncheng Saint's eyes was captured by the white-robed warrior, but his expression did not change at all.

It's not worth it for the ants to have expression fluctuations.

Then, the white-robed warrior closed his eyes, ignoring the cloud-riding saint directly.

"Let the old man Xuancheng come out." The blue-robed young man said coldly, "If you can hide from others what happened a few years ago, you really think you can hide it from me, Qingwang Jianzong. Will the old man Xuancheng hide in the horns? It’s healing in the corner.”

"you!"

Hearing the blue-robed boy's words, the cloud-riding sage was startled and furious.

It's too rampant, even if it is a great talent, but a saint is an existence that has stepped into the ranks of the powerhouses of the heavens, so he should be respected no matter what.

The blue-robed boy didn't care about the anger of the Saint Yuncheng, and continued to say proudly: "Our senior brothers came here under the orders of our master.

Now that the Northern Wilderness is in turmoil, and there is no longer a great sect to rule the world, my Qingwang Jianzong wants to control the Northern Wilderness, and you can submit to the ancient kingdom of Qiancheng. "

"You can't decide this matter, let the old guy Xuancheng come out."

The blue-robed boy squinted at Saint Yuncheng, and said flatly, "You can't."

At this time, the young man in white robe opened his eyes again and looked outside the hall.

"Ancestor."

Outside the main hall, the Xuancheng sage floated over. On the surface, it seemed that the injuries he suffered a few years ago had healed.

At this moment, the young man in white robe got up from his seat. He looked down on Yun Cheng because Yun Cheng couldn't even catch his sword.

The Xuancheng saint in front of him was a rank six saint. Of course, the young man in white robe still had arrogance in his eyes.

It is believed that the sixth-rank saint can win the battle in less than a hundred years, and even be cut by the sword.

"Qing Wang Jianzong, Ye Taiyi."

"You two, please sit down."

The Xuancheng saint looked at the two sword repairmen, and then his eyes fell on the Yuncheng saint.

"Ancestor."

The Xuancheng saint nodded, and landed on the young man in white robe again.

"This sage has just come out of closed-door training. I understand the meaning of Qingwang Jianzong."

"Chenghuangyu lives in a remote place in the northern wilderness. The Qingwang Sword Sect is the master of the world, and the strong men under his command are like a cloud. My Qiancheng is a remote small country, and I am afraid that I will not be able to reach it."

Hearing the sound, the blue-robed boy's expression changed, and he wanted to speak, but Mrs. Ye took a look and forcibly suppressed the words in his mouth.

"The saint is also an existence who has stepped into the ranks of the powerful in the heavens. He should know that no one can avoid the current situation in Yongzhou."

Ye Taiyi opened his mouth softly, and said: "If the saint is willing to belong to my sword sect, my sword sect will give the holy medicine for healing, so that the saint can repair his injuries within a few years."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Ye took a look at the Xuancheng saint, and said: "With my Jianzong as the backing, the ancient kingdom of Qiancheng will become a great ancient country that spans all domains.

Even the Nine-Turn Meteor God Pill, which a Saint needs to be promoted to a Seventh-Turn Saint, may not be impossible to obtain. "

The Xuancheng sage took a deep look at Ye Taiyi, not to mention anything else, just the Holy Healing Pill and the Nine Turns Meteor Pill made him very excited.

The injury on his body only looks healed on the outside, and it is even heavier than expected at the beginning. It is not easy to repair it after more than a hundred years.

Not to mention, the nine-turn meteor pill, how many sixth-rank saints there are in the Northern Wilderness, once such a state-breaking holy pill appears, there will inevitably be a fight.

In the heyday of Beihuang Zhenshi Dazong Shenlong Palace, there were still two great alchemy saints sitting in the town. At that time, one or two nine-turned death pills would appear every thousand years.

Such a holy elixir, the interior of Donghuang, where Jianzong sits, is not enough for himself, can it really spread to Beihuang?
"The old man is already old, how the ancient kingdom of Qiancheng will develop in the future depends on the opportunities of the younger generation.

If Qingwang Jianzong can really show his sword prestige in Beihuang, I, Qiancheng Ancient Country, would like to be a soldier of Jianzong. "

The Xuancheng sage opened his mouth and said, "But now, I ride in the Yellow Region, which is still under the rule of the Northern Wilderness Dragon Palace.

If the Dragon Palace doesn't really disappear for a day, Qiancheng is a fan of the Dragon Palace. "

"Since this is the case, Yemou will return to the sect and report to the elders."

Said Mrs. Ye got up together and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Seeing Ye Taiyi leading the crowd and disappearing into the sky, the eyes of the Xuancheng saint flickered.

"Old Ancestor, if we reject Qing Wang Jianzong, will we blame us?"

The saint who rides the cloud has a worried look in his eyes.

"Qingwang Jianzong is indeed a giant, but it is not so easy to step into the Northern Territory."

"Although the Dragon Palace exists in name only, the group of half-monsters also have backgrounds. There is a king sitting behind them. If the Sword Sect wants to reach out, it depends on who is more powerful."

The mind of the Xuancheng saint was surging, and he coveted the two holy pills, but he didn't dare to agree to Qingwang Jianzong easily.

But it is not easy to speculate on both sides. Once Qing Wang Jianzong really comes in, it will be too late if he wants to rely on it.

……

"Senior brother, that old thing is obviously already tempted, but he wants to sell it for a price. It's really a thief who never dies."

In the void, a huge sword-shaped treasure ship traveled like lightning, piercing the void.

Anger flashed in the blue-robed boy's eyes. An aborigine in a remote place dared to reject Jianzong.

"When the strong man of my sword sect arrives, he must know how powerful he is."

Ye Taiyi sat on the bow of the boat, closed his eyes against the wind, and the four sword servants stood in all directions, and did not respond to the blue-robed boy's words.

hum!
At this moment, a sword resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the gray sword light, with its multicolored charm, was derived from Ye Taiyi's palm.

Immediately, the multicolored divine light on the little sword became more and more blazing, with a tendency to tear the sky and cut the earth to pieces.

"go with!"

In an instant, the five-colored sword fell straight towards the ground below. It didn't have much power, but it made the ground tens of thousands of miles around suddenly tremble.

Rumble!
The earth roared like an earth dragon rolling, and the inspirations everywhere were impacted.

The shaking of the earth lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and the five-colored sword reappeared from the depths of the earth, catching up with the passing giant sword treasure ship.

With one big hand and one claw, Ye Tai grasped the five-colored sword in his hand, and exuded a wild aura.

"Senior brother, how's it going, have you found the Five Colors Divine Soil?"

Ye Tianyi flashed a strange color, and unexpectedly missed again.

No matter how powerful the mighty power is, it should not be able to escape the slashing of the five-colored sword.

"Before, part of my sword sect's five-colored divine soil disappeared in the Chenghuang domain. It seems that someone deliberately covered up the aura."

As soon as Ye Tai opened his mouth, the five-colored perishing sword is a sword energy separated from the five-colored gods in the Qingwang Sword Sect.

After many years of evolution, the Five-Color Divine Soil Sheji Terrace, which was once brought from Tiandi Mountain to the Eastern Wasteland of Yongzhou, is no longer its original appearance, but has become a five-color fairy sword.

Every day, countless warriors will be nourished with sword energy.

It is precisely because of the changes from the inside to the outside that the colorful fetishes that originated from the same source are no longer able to integrate with each other, and even repel each other.

"How is it possible, even if it is just a strand of the gods separated by my sword sect, it has experienced the baptism of thousands of sword qi, how could it be merged by the gods and soil here, could it be those old guys in Yongwang Palace. "

"It seems that there is only another way."

There was indifference in Ye Tai's eyes. Originally, if the ancient kingdom of Qiancheng could be successfully surrendered, then it could be done by the ancient kingdom of Qiancheng.

"Since you don't seize the opportunity, you can only let someone else take the position."

The giant sword and treasure ship turned in mid-air, headed towards the east of Cheng Huangyu, and finally fell into the East Huangzong.

……

Three days later, the elders of Donghuangzong led the team, led by core and inner disciples, and rushed out of the mountain gate.

Prior to this, a shocking massacre erupted inside the Eastern Huangzong Mountain Gate.

Countless warriors saw the sword qi criss-crossing and smashed wisps of monster qi into the sky.

The elder of Donghuangzong rushed into the large and small tribes of the Chenghuang Eastern Region with his disciples, and began to violently arrest some human warriors.

These warriors who were captured were all at the age of peak energy and blood, no matter how strong or weak they were, each of them had more or less fighting spirit.

Soon, these warriors were sent into a valley in the East Yellow Sect.

Here, surrounded by sword energy, a five-color divine sword stands in the ground.

Even, the sharp sword energy cut the earth into cracks.

All warriors sent in were directly strangled by the sharp sword energy, turned into pieces of blood, and poured into the cracks.

ps There is no update at night.

(End of this chapter)