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The seventh day was destined to be the day that determined the survival of the Tianxuan Sword Sect.

The Beiming Sect has a thousand-year-old foundation, but there are hundreds of inner sect disciples. The entire sect is moving, mighty and mighty, over mountains and ridges, and is constantly approaching the Tianxuan Sword Sect.

Feng Chenzi didn't use the flying sword, but he was able to walk in the sky. He was dressed in green clothes without being stained with dust, with his hands on his back, as ethereal as a fairy.

The eldest husband, Liang Qing, followed cautiously. He had been in the Beiming Sect longer than Fengchenzi. He had served two generations of sect masters. He has always been steady, but his state of mind at this time is extremely complicated. He only feels that under this seemingly ingenious plan, there are turbulent undercurrents, and there are unpredictable variables hidden.

Feng Chenzi still looked indifferent, as if he had everything in his hands.

To deal with the Tianxuan Sword Sect, there is no need to dispatch the entire sect, not to mention paying such a high price to borrow the knives of the Jiuyou Sect and the Dragon God Sect, so the Beiming Sect is dispatched with all their strength, obviously wanting to do a dirty trick. bird.

"What about the two sects?" Feng Chenzi asked.

Gong Liangqing had already set his eyeliner to monitor the movements of the two sects, and said, "They have already set off, and it may be a little later, should we wait here?"

"No, go meet Jianzong first, and see what tricks they have." Feng Chenzi chuckled, and moved his footsteps slightly, but his whole body had disappeared into the gray clouds.

Gong Liangqing turned his head and looked at the hundreds of sect disciples, his face became more serious.

Sky Profound Sword Sect.

Yuan Futu was dressed in black as if dyed with ink, standing in front of the square, and the Zhuhuang sword was stuck in front of him.

One person, one sword, waiting for the arrival of the Beiming Sect.

At this time, Xiao Nan came over and said: "The outer disciples have been placed in the back mountain, as long as they guard here, there will be no danger."

Among the disciples, the outer disciples accounted for a large proportion, more than ten times that of the inner disciples. They did not have the strength to defend against the enemy, so they were temporarily placed in the back mountain to avoid being affected by this fierce battle.

"The disciples of the three major sword huts are led by the sword masters respectively. I have distributed all the spirit treasures in stock, and Wang Cannian has also prepared pills. Everything is ready."

Yuan Futu said: "How is the elder Nangong?"

"I'm fine." Nangong Qiushui walked over with lotus steps, her charm was not diminished at all, but her face was slightly pale, with a trace of sickness, and said: "After swallowing the elixir of Forgotten Sword Master, the true essence has recovered a little , but we can fight Fengchenzi for another three hundred rounds."

Yuan Futu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Feng Chenzi will be mine, I don't know how sure you are against that Gong Liangqing?"

"Ten percent." Nangong Qiushui said without hesitation. Although he has not yet reached his peak state, he has no problem dealing with Gong Liangqing in the mid-term of Tianmang.

Xiao Nan sighed, and said with a wry smile: "For so many years, Jianzong has never been threatened like this, and I didn't expect that today is the day when life and death will be decided."

Nangong Qiushui said: "Although Jianzong has declined, it still occupies a place in the imperial court's sect territory. Feng Chenzi's doing this is undoubtedly trying to break the balance. No one knows what will happen in the future."

Once the balance is broken, it means the emergence of predators. In this era of scarce resources, if you don't want to be plundered, you should become a predator. At that time, all sects will become like wolves and tigers in this wave bandits.

Although this formation is very powerful, Fengchenzi is always a master at the peak of Tianmang, even the slightest gap between realms will have infinite variables, if it fails, thousands of disciples will die with it, the thoughtful Yuan Futu Naturally anticipating this, he said, "If this line of defense is breached, I will draw my sword."

Both Xiaonan and Nangong Qiushui showed shock on their faces.

"If Qingfeng sword is pulled out, Wang Jian's seal will also be released."

That Wang Jian forged from the bones of real demons really set off a bloodbath in the Tianxuan Sword Sect. It was almost a nightmare for everyone, and it has not been mentioned for nearly 20 years.

"I drew the king sword."

This is already Yuan Futu's worst plan, Wang Jian is a spiritual treasure that has almost reached the level of a fairy weapon, and it is also the last trump card of Jianzong.

When you draw your sword, you will become enchanted, which is tantamount to driving yourself to a desperate situation.

"Don't forget your identity. There is only one Sword Thirteen. If you really want to draw the sword, I will also draw it." Nangong Qiushui's tone was cold, but there was an irrefutable majesty.

Yuan Futu shook his head and said with a smile, "It's just planning for the worst, who said he would be so pessimistic."

Nangong Qiushui's expression froze, and he remained silent.

At this moment, Xiaodouzi rushed over and said, "Brother Futu, the Beiming Sect has arrived!"

"Didn't go to the mine?"

Xiaodouzi nodded and said, "Beiming is moving all over the nest, pointing directly at Jianzong!"

"Ring the bell!" Xiao Nan said in a deep voice, "Good fellow, you are here to destroy my sword sect!"

Xiaodouzi nodded, and rushed to the front of the Tianxuan Palace with one stride, holding down the century-old wooden heart mottled with moss with one hand, suddenly exerted force, and the end of the wooden heart struck hard at the old man whom he hadn't looked at for many years. over the clock.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The dull bells instantly covered the entire Sword Sect, and those disciples led by the Sword Master suddenly tensed up. At this moment of life and death, most of them seemed very nervous, but no one wanted to retreat. They have all made up their minds to see death as home.

They stood in front of the main peak, and behind them were the lives of the former outer sect disciples and the foundation of Jianzong for thousands of years, so they couldn't allow them to take half a step back.

Yuan Futu raised his head, the gray sky was full of thick clouds, and in the distance, hundreds of disciples in green clothes shuttled through the clouds, and they had already arrived in front of the main peak in an instant.

At the same time, Feng Chenzi's left foot had already stepped on the stone bricks in the square.

The surrounding disciples turned pale with shock, not knowing how he appeared.

Only Yuan Futu kept staring at that place, as if he had already made a prediction.

Boom!

The next moment, more than a dozen flying swords came swiftly.

However, before the sharp sword light got close to him, it had already dimmed, like a straw poking on the steel, falling to the ground weakly.

This level of attack will not pose the slightest threat to practitioners at the peak of Tianmang.

Feng Chenzi said calmly: "Don't worry, I didn't come here to kill people, I just came to see a good show."

"I don't know what you, the Lord of the Underworld, want to see?" Yuan Futu said calmly.

Feng Chenzi said with a smile: "Of course it depends on how your sword sect perishes."

Suddenly, strands of black air flow escaped above the main peak, which contained a strong sense of decay and refinement!