No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 50
"Cough, cough, cough."

With one hand behind his back, Xu Songyuan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other.

The Liuyun sword was hanging beside him, circulating a wave of ethereal immortal power.

The Holy Master stood on a ladder built with aura, and just looked at Xu Songyuan calmly: "You want to kill me too?"

Xu Songyuan said hoarsely: "It is my destiny in Shushan to eliminate demons and defend the way."

In fact, the moment Xu Songyuan stood here, it was already destined that he would draw the sword, whether the Holy Master retreated or not was the same.

Because he has only his last breath left hanging, it is impossible to let the devil in front of him go, leaving disaster for Shushan.

But what the Lord said next surprised Xu Songyuan.

"So you think I'm evil too?"

Xu Songyuan raised his head and raised his sword.

"The devil's religion has caused chaos in southern Xinjiang, slaughtered hundreds of cities with blood, floating corpses are everywhere, and the people are living in dire straits. Isn't this evil?"

As he spoke, Xu Songyuan's sleeve robe fluttered with the wind, and a mysterious aura flowed into Liuyun Sword.

His already dry and wrinkled skin became more and more chapped, his white eyebrows and long beard became curly, and even the little blood left on his cheeks was about to fade away.

At this time, the Holy Master smiled.

"Oh, if this is evil..."

"Then you all helped the emperor to slaughter Dazhou! Sink Penglai into the abyss of whales! What are you?!"

Xu Songyuan's breath trembled suddenly, and his thin body trembled uncontrollably.

He looked at the Holy Master in shock, and said in a low voice, "You, you are..."

Before Xu Songyuan finished speaking, the Lord sighed.

"call……"

He closed his eyes for a while, then raised his head as if he was relieved, but also as if he was depressed.

"Did you forget who taught you the first sword technique when you were in Penglai?"

"You!" Xu Songyuan's pupils trembled, "Xiao..."

"Not anymore."

The Holy Master's expression was indifferent, and his tone continued to be contemptuous: "Xiao Wang died a long time ago, and with his innocence, he was buried under the Whale Abyss by you long ago. Now I am the Holy Master of the Demon Sect. The demon that slaughtered hundreds of cities."

A sick flush suddenly appeared on his face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "And I will not only slaughter the southern border, but also the Shushan Mountain! The blood slaughter of Daxia! I will break the whale abyss! I will bury everything in this world! "

"What you have to face is the demons that you have invented!"

As the Holy Master said, his aura surged, and his half-step Nine Realm cultivation base exploded instantly, and a terrifying wave of air swept across all directions!

A crack was torn open in the void behind him, as if the evil ghosts of the Nine Nethers were struggling to escape from the ancient abyss!

Xu Songyuan's pupils were bloodshot, and he didn't say anything more.

From the moment Xiao Wang set foot on Mount Shu, Xu Songyuan knew that he had no choice but to use his sword.

Whoever he is.

Regardless of the possibility of reasoning.

Regardless of who's fault it was.

There is only one choice for Xu Songyuan!
When Liuyun sword was sacrificed, a phantom suddenly appeared behind him. It seemed to be his posture in middle age, and it was also his strongest period.

That is the shadow of the sword cultivated by the Shu Mountain Kungfu.

The sword shadow is me, and I am the sword shadow.

The Yuan Magnetic Formation trembled, and the flying swords of Jianzhong seemed to be inspired, and flying swords flew up into the sky, and all of them gathered in the sky!
Xu Songyuan's body gradually shriveled, like a dead wood that had been drought for a long time, and was about to wither and turn into dust.

He used his last remaining strength and pointed to a sword.

"cut!"

The Liuyun sword hanging alone in the sky slashed down!

And the tens of thousands of flying swords gathered together in the sky rushed down like a raging wave!

The sword shadow is withered, thousands of swords are rushing!
But the Holy Master remained unmoved.

The ghost behind him opened its huge mouth, and the aura around it swirled into the ghost's body, and even the light was distorted.

The rushing sea of ​​swords swayed to both sides in this weird ripple, and soon fell down like a stream of fire, falling into Wangshan Town.

There are complicated and paradoxical patterns on the body of the Holy Master, like dark purple worms wriggling in the blood vessels!

He raised his hand, and the Specter raised his hand too.

The sword shadow that condensed Xu Songyuan's last remaining strength slashed down like a shattering corpse!
It split the cloud, split the mountain mist, split the dark ghost, and split the entire sky into two!
But in the end, it stopped in the palm of the Holy Master.

"The high-spirited boy back then is also old."

The Holy Master sighed, but there was no pity in his eyes, only unspeakable sarcasm.

Shushan and everyone in the Devil's Cult stopped.

They held their breaths and watched the last sword of the mighty world!
In the end, it melted in the palm of the Holy Master and disappeared.

But the old man with the sonorous sword intent had burned out his remaining afterglow, turned into ashes that filled the sky and floated into the sky.

"Master!!!"

The disciples of Shushan only felt buzzing in their minds, their Dao heart lost for a moment, and their sword intent collapsed.

Their head, a half-step Nine Realm existence, tried his best with a sword but failed to hurt the Holy Master of the Demon Cult.

Despair spreads.

There was madness on the face of the Holy Master, he hooked his hands, and was about to take away the ownerless Liuyun.

This means that his plan will soon be able to take the first step!
However, a gray sword shadow passed by in an instant!

Wei Haichao's pupils shrank suddenly!
That was Master Jianyin of Shu Mountain, with a cultivation base of the late Eighth Realm.

It is also the owner of another fairy sword, Chengying Sword.

Wei Haichao never thought that he would appear.

Because according to the normal plot, before Xu Songyuan died in 19 years, he would be given a secret mission, so that the uncle could not come back when the demon sect attacked the mountain.

But this time is different, now in its 18th year.

A look of joy appeared on Wei Haichao's face.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The Chengying sword stabbed at the Holy Lord in an instant without a sound!
However, before it reached the body, a verdant spirit sword suddenly appeared out of thin air, blocking Chengyingjian!
Keng!
Sparks burst, and the aura exploded!
The sword shifted invisibly, and before he could escape, he was bitten by the ghost in an instant!

The Holy Master glanced at Jian Yin contemptuously.

Naturally, he had already counted this level of sneak attack.

In the past, an ancient craftsman of the Great Zhou used the cold iron of Jingyuan to forge nine immortal swords, which are said to have the power to break through Jingyuan.

After the collapse of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Shushan occupied the third place.

One is Liuyun, one is Chengying, and the other is Qingke.

Liuyun and Chengying are the exterior and interior of each other, the former belongs to the head of Shushan Mountain, and the latter belongs to Shushan Jianyin.

And Qingku... fell into the whale abyss together with Penglai Xiandao when Penglai sank into the abyss later.

It was the one that blocked Chengying just now.

The ghost's giant jaws forcefully exerted force, and under the terrifying bite force, Master Jianyin no longer had the strength to grab the black fairy sword.

"That's it, that's three." The Holy Master hooked his hands.

"Don't even think about it! Uhhhhh!!!"

However, at this moment, that Uncle Jianyin broke his arm bone abruptly!Roaring with blood foaming from his mouth, he threw Chengying Sword towards the battlefield in Wangshan Town!
"Shushan, disciple...take it! Sword!"

Even though this Jianyin was about to die, he never gave up his last hope.

The Chengying sword fell into the formation, but no one dared to pick it up, whether it was the demon cultivator of Nanjiang or the disciples of Shushan.

Wei Haichao also hesitated.

He knew that picking up the Shadow Bearing Sword meant that he would fight the Holy Lord.

But Wei Haichao is very self-aware, even if he takes the Chengying Sword at the Eighth Realm, it is absolutely impossible for him to defeat the Holy Master.

After all, he couldn't even resist a ghost image released by the Holy Master.

And if he doesn't pick up the Chengying Sword, then he can continue to slaughter Moxiu, thereby increasing the contribution points of the Shushan Defense Battle.

He didn't know why the Holy Master suddenly entered the country so quickly, he didn't know why the Demon Sect attacked Shushan in the 18th year, and he didn't know where Ning Luo was.

The only thing Wei Haichao can do is to mix up the scores as much as possible.

After all, he has the cultivation base of the eighth realm, and with a shock of breath, he can kill many demon cultivators!

This cultivation base is just bad. It couldn't be more appropriate.

And just when he was hesitating, the Holy Lord above the sky had already destroyed the restriction of Liuyun Sword and took it as his own.

With a thought, two fairy swords surrounded his body.

The Holy Master's eyes moved downwards, he stared at the Chengying Sword inserted straight into the altar of the Xiandianyi, and he was about to leave...

However, in the next moment, Liuyun and Qingku suddenly trembled!

"what?"

The Holy Master's gaze sank, but he suddenly realized that it was not only Liuyun and Qingku who moved, but also all the spirit swords present!
There is almost a truce between the southern border demon cultivators and the Shushan disciples.

There is a figure walking through the crowd, which is particularly eye-catching.

He was wearing a dark night suit, a soap-colored hat and a mask, leaving almost only a pair of eyes.

This outfit is easily reminiscent of those assassins who melt into the night.

But the problem is, it's daytime.

Ning Luo was also quite helpless, he didn't know that it happened to be broad daylight when he arrived, so he couldn't sit on the sidelines and wait until night, right?

The battle to defend Shushan might not be over.

So, when a group of Shushan disciples fought bravely with the Nanjiang Demon Cultivator, when they yelled "Tamp down Shushan" and "Eliminate the demons and defend the way", then their eyes were bloodshot and their saliva flew everywhere...

Ning Luo walked in.

This black dress is particularly eye-catching, even attracting the attention of both parties.

Neither the Shushan disciples nor the demon cultists knew who the man in black was, but they could all vaguely sense that he was not to be messed with.

As a result, the nearby disciples retreated to the two sides, forcing a passage in the battlefield.

At this moment, regardless of whether the Holy Master, Wei Haichao, or almost all Moxiu and Shushan disciples, their eyes were all focused on Ning Luo.

Ning Luo's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, and he was immediately annoyed.

He just wanted to take a look at the sword.

Because when Chengying Sword fell to the ground, Ning Luo felt his sword body faintly resonate with it, as if every one of his spiritual veins was jumping for joy.

The DNA moved!

So he wanted to take a look, really just to take a look.

As a result, it somehow became the focus of the battlefield.

The Holy Master stood on the sky, feeling a little apprehensive for some reason.

He looked at the young man who was huddled in black, walking silently with his head down, and an unspeakable fear welled up in his heart!
Because the picture in his eyes is different from others.

He watched the aura around Ning Luo's body rippling, like the ripples created by a stone falling into the lake, or like a drop of ink in a teacup.

More like a walking sword!
His sharp edge even split the void, tore apart the veins of the earth, and finally reached before Chengying.

Ning Luo stretched out his palm towards Cheng Ying.

At this moment, in the eyes of the Holy Master, the flow of time almost slowed down.

"Who is this person? He wants to take the sword?"

The Lord's thoughts were complicated and his consciousness was almost overloaded, but he couldn't find any details about Ning Luo's identity.

The only thing he knows is that Chengying must not be handed over to Ning Luo!

Ghost shadows screamed, and black mist filled the sky!
Seeing that Ning Luo was about to grasp the hilt of the sword, the Holy Master could only roar in a hurry: "Stop!!!"

But Ning Luo's hand has already touched Chengying Sword.

A ray of remnant memory was reflected in Ning Luo's consciousness.

He seems to have seen that the ancient craftsman of the Great Zhou used to sink iron from the whale abyss, and finally forged the nine immortal swords.

At that time, Da Zhou's wolf was ambitious and wanted to use this to break through the whale abyss and seek the so-called immortal path.

For this reason, they did not hesitate to use Penglai Xiandao, sacrificed all the people of Penglai, and wanted to smash the piece of black iron blocking the whale abyss!

However, their plans eventually fell through.

Shu Mountain Sword Immortal, North Dark Snow Country, East Sea Dragon Palace, Southern Border Holy Religion, Rebel Xia Family...

The Dust Abyss Realm gathered all their strength, but still failed to stop the Nine Swords from breaking through the Whale Abyss. A tiny gap was carved out of the Whale Abyss, and Penglai became a sacrifice for the blood sacrifice.

When everyone rushed to the scene and saw the blood-stained Penglai, they finally directed their resentment towards Da Zhou!
Ning Luo couldn't see what happened later.

All he knew was that the Nine Swords sank to the bottom of the sea, and a paradoxical black substance flowed from the chiseled gap.

They were like some kind of growing sarcoma or blood clot, as if alive.

The blood of the villains of Dazhou sank into the bottom of the sea, and those growths looked up like chicks waiting to be nourished by the blood.

After a long time, someone came down and took away the Nine Swords, and then the whole Penglai sank into the bottom of the sea, blocking the gap in the Whale Abyss.

The Nine Swords were separated by several major forces at that time, and the memory tracing also came to an end.

Chengying is mixed with the hopes of the uncle of Shushan, and also contains his understanding of kendo.

Ning Luo wantonly absorbed these experiences, then raised his head.

A sword sound resounded between heaven and earth.

The sword cultivators stared blankly at the spirit sword in their hands, feeling that at this moment, the natal sword that had been with them for more than ten years did not seem to belong to them.

The spirit swords were trembling and jumping for joy, and they all came out of their hands.

Thousands of spiritual swords coiled around Ning Luo's body, like a guardian.

Even the flying sword under Wei Haichao's feet shot out and fell into the thousand swords!
The withered and flowing clouds trembled uncontrollably, and even the Holy Master could hardly suppress their restlessness.

The Holy Master looked at Ning Luo in horror, feeling faint unease in his heart.

And Ning Luo also looked at the Holy Master, and he felt the will of that Master Jianyin, or perhaps the will of this sword.

They want to kill the Lord!

Perhaps Penglai was innocent, but what Xiao Wang did was no more kind than that of Da Zhou.

Ning Luo's weight sank slightly.

boom! ! !
Please Xiandianyi's altar collapsed in an instant!
The ground was cracked, and spider web-like cracks spread in a blink of an eye, almost covering the entire Wangshan Town!
His lower body suddenly exerted force, and the air wave destroyed the residential houses with a radius of tens of feet, and the sky was full of rubble flying outward!
At this moment, Ning Luo seemed to be integrated with Chengying, breaking out of the sky under the gathering of Wan Jian, as if he wanted to smash the entire sky!

The sword wind set off a sonic boom!
Like the everlasting rainbow!
The Holy Master hastily urged the ghost, but the black mist hadn't condensed into shape yet, a streamer of light kept enlarging in his pupils, passing through his body in an instant!

At this moment, the Holy Master finally understood why this young man who appeared out of nowhere could cause withering and tremors.

Because that is the body of the sword.

The sword body of the Nine Realms!
The Holy Lord died and fell down.

Time stagnates, and the world is ashamed.

Wei Haichao's wide mouth could not be closed. He looked at the remnant of the Holy Master hovering in the air, almost divided into two, and felt an extremely unreal feeling.

The Holy Master who is half-stepping into the Nine Realms, who doesn't even have the strength to fight back, was pierced by someone with a sword?

Then, how strong does this person have to be?

In the Shushan dungeon, isn't Xu Songyuan, who has the strongest combat power in the Dust Abyss Realm, the half-step Ninth Realm? It's impossible for a hidden character to be stronger than Xu Songyuan, right?

Wei Haichao's mind was a little down, he couldn't figure it out, or he didn't want to figure it out.

He didn't want to believe that figure was Ning Luo.

Because he brought a full 58 destiny, he was full of ambition, and reached the eighth realm in 18 years, which is already the most outrageous record.

And how could the sword light that can kill half a step of the nine realms come from Ning Luo who only has one destiny?

But the facts are there.

Because after the time stopped, the figure in the sky was still able to move.

"call……"

Ning Luo exhaled a foul breath, digesting the memories he had just obtained.

That is the memory of the sword, and only the body of the sword should be able to trigger it.

The fairy sword in the picture has nine handles, which are the keys to break the whale abyss, and also the ominous sword that threatens the safety of the common people!
The story of Shushan seems to be more grand than Ning Luo imagined, and it is impossible for the story to end on the day when Shushan should have fallen.

Ning Luo shook his head and didn't think about it any further.

He stretched his muscles and bones, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the dumbfounded Wei Haichao.

He smiled and waved hello from afar.

Then, as if he didn't care about Wei Haichao, he turned his head away.

The sky is about to go down.

Ning Luo stroked his chin, thinking: "If the Holy Master really collects the nine swords, what will happen?"

"Also, what are those black monsters on the bottom of the sea..."

(End of this chapter)