Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 157 A sword spans eight hundred miles, and the sword shines on Muyun Island
What is a sword cultivator?

A swordsman takes the way of the sword as his own way, traveling thousands of miles with only the sword in his hand.

Zhang Li manifested with the light of his sword, and walked across the sky, with a breath of ten miles.

"Sword Fairy!"

Seeing this horizontal sword, countless people below exclaimed.

This kind of sword light is not something common people can have at all.

Even those great masters of martial arts cannot have the ability to transform into a sword rainbow.

This is the difference, or gap, between mundane martial arts and immortal cultivation.

Martial arts practice may be able to pull mountains and rivers, but it is absolutely impossible to achieve such a flying sword shadow.

Zhang Li turned into a sword light and went straight into the East China Sea.

Instead of looking for the invading enemy of Dongzhou in the vast sea, he landed on Muyun Island with his sword light.

The sword light was like a rainbow, crossing the sky, feeling the clouds around him, Zhang Li wished he could raise his head to the sky and howl.

carefree!

A sword spans eight hundred miles, and the wind and rain shake the nine heavens!

"boom--"

Zhang Li, who was flying above the sky, let go of the protective energy around his body, and let the wind hit him.

The strong wind hit his chest, arousing the blood all over his body to rise.

If it weren't for the physical stability, the strong wind that hit him would have broken his muscles and bones.

But at this time, the strong wind was in his chest, not only did Zhang Li not suffer any injuries, but he was full of energy and blood.

This is the benefit of combining martial arts practice with immortal practice.

"Om-"

The long sword shook, and Zhang Li's figure reappeared, and then led the long sword to rush towards the green island below.

Muyun Island, here we come.

He fell from a thousand feet high, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he had already perceived the scene on the island.

Muyun Island has a radius of less than a hundred miles, and the clouds gather and disperse on it, covering half of the island.

In other places, bluestones and bushes are densely covered, and countless white gulls live there.

At this time, tens of thousands of white gulls were flying, and among them, auras of aura collided with Qi and blood.

"Keep Muyuntai!"

"Even if you die, you can't lose Muyuntai!"

"Fellows, Lu will go—"

Between the flying white gulls, a sword light rose.

The sword light collided with several blue-gray knife lights, finally arousing blood.

"Little Xiniuzhou dares to oppose me, Dongzhou."

"When Muyun Island is broken, our Dongzhou army will sweep through Xiniuzhou and turn everyone in this mortal world into slaves."

There was a roar of anger in the blue-gray knife light, and the knife light flashed a little too quickly.

Zhang Li's figure landed on the back of a white gull, floating like a light cloud.

He was thousands of feet below him, and in front of a stone platform, hundreds of mortal warriors were surrounded.

Among these warriors were the original guards of Muyun Island and the disciples of Jixia Academy.

There are also the disciples of Jingyuan Temple and the strong men of Wuhuang City.

At this time, these people were all exhausted and wounded, surrounded by thousands of Dongzhou practitioners.

The energy and blood of Dongzhou cultivators match the weapons in their hands, and their combat power is similar to that of warriors of the same level.

At this moment, these thousands of Dongzhou practitioners are all masters, and with several times their strength, they blocked the final escape route of these garrison warriors.

A five-year-old man with a broken sword in his hand was bleeding from his mouth and fell to the ground.

Several Dongzhou practitioners with long knives walked forward slowly.

"Lu Shengquan, respectfully, you are the deputy city lord of Wuhuang City. You have been stationed on Muyun Island for 30 years. Today you join me in Dongzhou, and we will help you to take the seat of the city lord of Wuhuang City."

Holding a long knife, the old man in black half armor had a sneer on his face and let out a loud shout.

Behind him, the six sword-wielding practitioners approached step by step in a formation of formations.

"Trust me?"

The five-year-old man who got up from the ground looked up to the sky and smiled, pointing at the front of the broken sword.

"I, Lu Shengquan, have practiced for 120 years, but I can't become a great master because I am incompetent."

"But even if I die, I will never lose the integrity of a warrior."

"If you want me to rely on you, you will die."

Gritting his teeth, he turned around and rushed towards the bluestone platform.

"Comrades, Muyun Island can't be defended anymore today, let's break the passage in Muyun Terrace."

"We must not let Muyun Island fall into the hands of Dongzhou practitioners."

Stepping onto the stone platform, a cyan vortex appeared in front of him, swallowing his body directly.

This is the arrangement method for suppressing the channel.

The other warriors looked at each other, they all turned their heads and rushed to the stone platform.

Those Dongzhou cultivators had ugly expressions on their faces, and they rushed over with a movement.

It was only when they moved that they felt a surge of breath pressing down on their heads.

"who!"

"So strong!"

All the cultivators of Dongzhou looked up and saw a beam of sword light cut down from the sky.

The light of swordsmanship on Zhang Li's body condensed and turned into a hundred-foot-high sword that descended from the sky.

"boom--"

A sword.

From Qingshitai to the back of Baizhang, one sword cut it to pieces!
All Dongzhou practitioners standing in front of the stone platform were shattered by this sword.

No matter whether it is Qi training state or foundation building state, it can't stop this sword that lifts the sky.

The sword light was like a sky-splitting blade, with an unprecedented momentum, spreading thousands of feet away, and slowly dissipating.

"Om-"

The stone platform was cut into pieces, and the originally suppressed wind emerged.

This is the means to guard the passage here and finally reveal its power.

The wind blows and explodes, directly swallowing up the whole world in a radius of thousands of feet.

Zhang Li, who was cut off by the flying sword, and those Dongzhou practitioners were all wrapped up in the wind, and then disappeared in place.

……

Zhang Li's figure appeared in front of a limestone city.

The blue-gray city is mottled, and outside the city is full of ruins.

In the distance, the sword lights merged with the aura and collided with Qi and blood.

Turning around, Zhang Lishenzhou is hundreds of warriors in the mortal world.

"Mr. Zhang!"

"It's Mr. Zhang!"

"Mr. Jingyuan Guanzhang, Mr. Zhang who holds Thunder in his palm!"

A series of exclamations sounded.

For these warriors stationed on Muyun Island, they came to Muyun Prefecture today with a heart of mortal danger.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Li, the strongest person in the world, would come with him.

With Zhang Li there, their hearts suddenly settled down a lot.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for coming to the rescue." The pale Lu Shengquan bowed to Zhang Li.

"Uncle Master." The two green-robed Taoist priests stepped forward to salute with joy on their faces.

Zhang Li nodded and turned his gaze forward.

"Kill." A low shout sounded from afar.

From the corner of the bluestone of the city wall, Dongzhou practitioners with weapons rushed forward.

They were also called into this world by the wind.

The energy and blood of the Dongzhou cultivator's body combined with the weapon, and the strength on his body urged him to condense into a blood-colored tiger.

The tiger roared, and the space of thousands of feet trembled.

The power of battle!

Dongzhou's method is really extraordinary.

Even in the face of a strong man like Zhang Li, they dared to form a charge.

"Mr. Zhang, you go first." A warrior held the spear in his hand and growled.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, you can't die here." Another martial artist with a sense of Qi tightly clenched the knife in his hand.

We all know that Zhang Li is strong enough.

But no matter how strong he is, he can't beat four hands with two fists.

A strong man like Zhang Li should be the spiritual leader of ordinary martial arts.

These martial artists in the mortal world have never seen Zhang Li's tyranny to smash the world with a single sword.

Otherwise, such a thing should not be said.

They also didn't know that the reason for the opponent's formation and attack was not to encircle and kill Zhang Li, but if they didn't form a formation and charge, they might not be able to survive.

"Don't worry." Zhang Li took a step forward, raised his hand, and the hairpin stuck in his hair fell into his hand, turning into a clear long sword.

But he didn't move forward with a sword, but the light of the sword in his hand flickered, and his sleeves swept out.

Ao Jin's figure appeared in the air, and then he gave a long laugh and punched down.

With this punch, the space in a radius of ten thousand feet was turbulent, and the endless wind and rain turned into giant palms, clenched tightly, and smashed down hard.

"boom--"

Fist Shadow crushed the bodies of at least three Foundation Establishment Dongzhou practitioners in front of them.

Three foundation builders and dozens of practitioners in the middle and late stages of Qi training.

The method of Dongzhou practice is that people and tools are in harmony.

The weapons in the hands of these cultivators were broken, and even if they did not die, they would still be seriously injured.

"Golden Core Realm..."

The battle formation was broken by a blow, and those Dongzhou practitioners showed despair on their faces.

Golden Core Realm Great Demon.

That's how tyrannical it is.

No matter how strong the foundation is, it is impossible to resist a punch in front of the Golden Core Realm.

The fist shadow exploded and turned into thousands of raindrops.

Standing behind Zhang Li raised his hand, and the sword light slashed down.

The cyan cloud and thunder merged with the sword light.

"boom--"

Leifa, swordsmanship.

The thunder rolled, bombarding and distorting everything that was touched by the sword light and wrapped in rain.

Thousands of feet in radius, a sea of ​​thunder!
The power of this blow was several times stronger than Ao Jin's previous punch.

Within a thousand feet, all the Dongzhou practitioners fell to the ground, with blood gushing from their mouths and trembling constantly.

Thunder law is the punishment of heaven.

Such means, not to mention them, even Ao Jin who was standing beside him trembled for no reason.

Before he knew it, Zhang Li became more proficient in using his own methods, and he no longer sticks to martial arts and combat skills.

This combination of lightning technique and sword technique, driven by the power of Ao Jin's fist shadow collapse, can be called extremely subtle.

After Zhang Li, those ordinary warriors all looked up blankly.

They couldn't imagine that those Dongzhou cultivators who besieged them to the point of desperation couldn't even catch Mr. Zhang's sword.

No, not a sword.

It was thunder.

Jing Yuan looked at Immortal Master Thunder.

Everyone looked at Zhang Li with reverence and fear in their eyes.

This is the real powerhouse!
Zhang Li looked up at the dark sky.

The power of heaven here is the same as that of Huaxian Prefecture, which is about to collapse under the attack of powerful enemies.

Because the power of the way of heaven is not enough, it allows him to use his own cultivation to stimulate the power of the way of thunder.

Use your own way to replace the way of heaven!
He could feel the slightest emotion of Tiandao.

It's a pity that the way of heaven in the immortal world here is infinitely weaker than that in Huaxian state, only Qingdan state.

Powerless.

"Bam—"

One after another, the knives and guns shattered, and those Dongzhou practitioners were scattered all over the place.

How can there be such a strong person in the world?
They all looked up in despair.

Zhang Li, who had killed at least a thousand people, turned his head and looked at Mottled City.

At this time, on the top of the city, an old man in a green robe stood there, with a hint of expectation on his face.

"Zhang Li met the senior."

Zhang Li put away his long sword and bowed to the old man in green robe.

The old man's body has long since lost the surge of energy and blood, and only a faint phantom emerged.

This one is the Earth Immortal guarding this place.

Just looking at the aura on his body, his strength has been exhausted and declining.

At this moment, the Earth Immortal who is guarding the earth is not even as powerful as the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Old man Gao Yugong, stationed in Muyun Prefecture."

There was a trace of sadness in the old man's voice, standing at the top of the city, looking around.

"The enemy of Dongzhou is strong, I am ashamed that I can't defend Muyun Prefecture."

Gao Yugong sighed softly, and looked into the distance.

He raised his hand, and a beam of sword light exploded, hitting the surrounding space.

"Muyun Prefecture is mainly based on the inheritance of sword practice, but unfortunately the inheritance has declined, and now there are less than a hundred people."

"A powerful enemy from the immortal world of Dongzhou came to attack, we resisted with all our strength, and we have run out of fuel."

The light in Gao Yugong's eyes flickered, and there was a stream of light on the sword in his hand.

"We don't know how long we can hold out."

"If Muyun Prefecture falls, we will die with Muyun Prefecture."

Gao Yugong's aura slowly gathered, it seemed that his own character inspired the artistic conception of swordsmanship.

This is Muyun Prefecture.

An earth fairy world where swordsmanship is practiced.

It's a pity that this world, which used to have a radius of five hundred miles, now only has a radius of one hundred miles.

There were originally tens of thousands of sword cultivators, but now there are less than a hundred of them.

If Zhang Li and the others don't come, the practice inheritance of Muyun Prefecture will be destroyed.

If they don't come, Muyunzhou will have difficulty supporting it.

Looking at the surrounding world, Zhang Li's expression changed.

This Muyun state won't last long.

Even the will of heaven and earth in Muyunzhou no longer resisted.

Couldn't stop.

"boom--"

On the sky in the distance, there is a crack of a thousand feet.

"Golden Core Realm." Ao Jin whispered, his body flashed, and he rushed to the void in front of him.

If the thousand zhang crack is not blocked, it may be when the Muyun Prefecture collapses.

"Golden Core Realm." Looking at Ao Jin's rushing figure, Gao Yugong's eyes flashed.

He looked down at Zhang Li and bowed.

"Fellow Daoist, if he can help Muyunzhou defend this attack, Gao is willing to offer him the position of guard here."

Guard the position of Earth Immortal.

For most people, guarding the immortals means longevity and wealth.

Even if the Muyun Prefecture is precarious, the position of guarding the Earth Immortal is still precious.

What's more, the only thing Gao Yugong can come up with is probably the guarding position of the Earth Immortal.

Zhang Li turned around and looked at the ordinary warriors around him.

"I'm going to help Mu Yunzhou defend the attack, you can leave here first."

After finishing speaking, his figure directly attracted Jianguang, rushing towards the turbulent space in front of him.

The sword light is as bright as stars, extremely dazzling in the somewhat dim world.

"Xiniuzhou chapter is here, who will fight?"

Zhang Li's voice resounded, and the entire Muyun Prefecture shook.

One person, one sword, challenge the enemy from the immortal world of Dongzhou!
"Arrogance." With a low shout, a golden sledgehammer protruded from the crack in the void and smashed down on Zhang Li's head.

This blow, without the strength of more than three layers of foundation building, is absolutely unstoppable.

The divine light in Zhang Li's eyes gathered, and he drew his long sword.

Blossoming blue lotus appeared.

"Bam—"

The lotus collided with the golden hammer and directly shattered the golden hammer.

As the golden hammer shattered, an old man in black military uniform fell from the void with a pale complexion.

A faint force of heaven and earth struck, pulling away a trace of blood from the old man.

"What a strong swordsmanship."

"This sword is a bit subtle."

Around, nearly a hundred Muyunzhou sword repairmen holding long swords and dripping blood all over their bodies breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhang Li.

Zhang Li raised the sword in his hand, with a firm look in his eyes.

"Who else?"

"Om-"

A golden arrow shot out from the crack in the void and pierced towards Zhang Li's chest.

(End of this chapter)