Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 370
"Who are you?"

The five powerful beings all descended into the sky, and the invisible power of rules sealed this space.

"Who am I? Don't you all know? This person is the descendant of my Slaughter City. You can't kill him."

The rules are incarnated into faint Tao, and the whole body is full of talismans, forming a world of its own, turning into a world of similes. This is the unique natal supernatural power of the strong in the world.

"is it?"

The one who spoke was the ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Sect, with sword intent in his eyes, a field of swords covering one side, staring at the avatar of the rules, with murderous intent.

"The people of Slaughter City killed my eight ancestors. This enmity will last forever. It's fine if you don't come out. Now that you have come out, don't even think about leaving. Save your life and pay homage to the souls of our ancestors!"

The five great powers, standing in the sky and the earth, like five giants supporting the sky, sealed off the void, and countless people were shocked.

The six powerful beings, is this going to fight?With five enemies and one, who is this person with talismans wrapped around his body?

Battle of the mighty!It is shocking to think about it. Millions of people retreat a hundred miles, and the world is empty. There are only nine people in the world, six powerful men, and Lin Xuan, Jin Ye, and Zi Ye.

"If there is a war, the Qingtian Pavilion will be destroyed. If I don't die, the city of killing will be born in the future, and the eight sects will be slaughtered, and the Xuanyu will be stained with blood!"

The avatar of the rules said lightly, one against five, not afraid, as if knowing that this battle would not be fought, the five of them frowned, looked at each other, and the killing intent on their bodies dissipated a lot.

Indeed, this battle cannot be fought, and they are not fully sure to kill this incarnation of rules. If they cannot be killed, it will make a powerful person go crazy, which is a catastrophe for Xuanyu.

"I don't have to kill you, as long as you answer one of my questions, I can let you go."

The patriarch Haotian said in a concentrated voice, walked to the front, and stood facing the incarnation of the rule, his eyes gleaming, staring straight at the incarnation of the rule, the incarnation of the rule frowned, and nodded.

"what is the problem?"

"The City of Slaughter has always been a quiet place, and has never asked about Xuanyu. Why did you send people to participate in this year's Eight Sects Martial Arts?"

"Because of... the catastrophe." The incarnation of the rules concentrated, remained silent for a moment, and said such a sentence, the expression of the ancestor Haotian was shocked.

"What catastrophe?"

"I don't know, but I know that the eight schools of martial arts are the root cause, so I sent people here, I believe the Yaozu think so, but maybe we are all wrong, we were deceived."

The incarnation of the rule said in a deep voice, his eyes moved, swept across the sky, and also passed over Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan could feel that his gaze stopped on him for a moment, and there were many doubts hidden in that glance.

"The root of the catastrophe is not in the martial arts of the eight sects, so where is it?" Haotian Patriarch asked. At this moment, grievances and so on are not important, only this question is the most important.

He couldn't forget that the Big Dipper disk, which hadn't changed for thousands of years, had the death-colored light that bloomed that day, which shocked the entire Haotian School. The black light pierced the sky, which was a sign of doom.

The Haotian School has been passed on for thousands of years, and there will be such a sign. He used the Big Dipper to calculate, and calculated that there was a change in this year's Eight Schools Martial Arts, which may be the source of the disaster. He came and wanted to destroy everything Killed in the cradle, but did not expect that all of this is a scam.

"It's not important anymore, it's too late, the Eight Sects, the Yaozu, and the creatures of the entire Xuanyu, Wei Yi!"

The avatar of the rules said lightly, looking at the distant sky, it seems that he has seen the death scene of the future Xuanyu.

"Old Ancestor Haotian, I'm leaving first. I would like to advise you to give up Xuanyu and leave. There is no hope."

Leaving a word, the avatar of the rule left, and the other four powerful men wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the patriarch Haotian. He stared at the back of the avatar of the rule, and fell into deep thought.

"Old Ancestor Haotian, why did you stop us? The people in Slaughter City are untrustworthy. Do you believe such deceptive words?"

Several patriarchs looked at Patriarch Haotian together, feeling unwilling, but Patriarch Haotian shook his head and didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at the battlefield under the sky and saw Lin Xuan and Jinye.

"Eight sects will fight, isn't there still a final battle, now I declare, the battle of the leader, begins!"

The last two words resounded through the sky. Five powerful men rose from the sky and stood in the sky. Millions of people were shocked. With an excited voice, the crowd surged like a sea, enclosing the battle platform all over the world.

It's the last battle. This is the most watched battle. This year's Eight Martial Arts Competition is the strongest in history. The leader of this year should also be the strongest. Who is this person, Lin Xuan or Jin Ye?
"Come on, the last battle of the Eight Schools of Martial Arts is here, let's have fun, let's start a game, Wudao is on the left, brocade leaf is on the right, who wins and who loses, left and right, let you guess, buy more Much more, buy it and never let it go!”

Outside the light curtain, a man wearing a ghost mask started a gambling game. He sat on a mountain stream, with a large pit on each side. On the left side was written Wudao, and on the right side was written Jinye. A group of young men were yelling.

"Jin Ye is the holy son of Buzhou Mountain in ancient times. He should be the leader of the world. I bet he wins this battle!"

A person flew over and directly placed a spiritual weapon in the big pit on the right, followed by several people.

"Press Brocade Leaf!"

"Although both of them are strong, I still feel that Jinye is slightly better. After all, he is the holy son of Buzhou Mountain in ancient times and has the holy law."

More and more people participated, and most of them would bet on Jin Ye, the Holy Son of Buzhou Mountain. This name did scare many people. On the other hand, Lin Xuan was far behind, and very few people bet.

"No, you ordinary people don't understand the power of Wudao. The strength of Wudao lies in the state of mind. Su Chuan is horrified, the Buddha's meaning is all over the sky, and he can save all living beings. He still can't help Wudao. This Wudao is stronger than brocade leaves." powerful."

A chubby old man said, throwing a Qiankun Ring directly into the Lin Xuan Pit on the left.

"I have nothing to say, 100 million spirit coins."

This man is a king, and when some people around saw this, they also threw their bets into the pit of Lin Xuan on the left.

"It's a bunch of nonsense, what kind of state of mind can you compare to the holy law? Old man Shishi, don't fool me. I saw it just now. You bet Jinye's 500 million spiritual coins."

In the distance is the same king, this man is leaner, with a wooden stick, said lightly.

"While pressing Lin Xuan's 100 million spiritual coins, and Jinye's 500 million spiritual coins, you are really calculating, old man Stone."

"Banshan, it's none of your business how I suppress you."

"Ha ha."

What the two said, the bettors finally understood, dammit, they were fooled.

"No, I want to refund the bet, I bet on Jinye!"

"I'll withdraw my bet too!"

A group of people hurried up to withdraw their bets. Nine out of ten people were not very optimistic about Lin Xuan. In the end, the betting ratio between the two was eight to one, and Guo Lin, who was wearing a mask, smiled.

(End of this chapter)