Sword ancestor

Chapter 105 Battle!

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Sword Peak.

In front of the Purple Bamboo Forest, Qi Tian killed dozens of eight-veined disciples in pain, crushing even the seed of consciousness, and completely cutting off their path.

Gu Luoxiao and the two fled in the air, Qi Tian's murderous intent was too strong, they didn't dare to fight the front, so they could only temporarily avoid the front.

"You can't leave!"

The two had just ascended to the eighty-foot-high sky, when the voice of Qitian sounded, and the howling sound shook the void, and the figure condensed several feet in front of the two of them.

"Qi Tian, ​​you want to kill them all!"

Xuan Bingjiao You Dharma King shouted angrily, he stood in his late years and had already grown into a top figure of the sixteenth generation.

Gu Luoxiao trembled all over, Qi Tian made a fierce attack, everyone abolished their cultivation bases, destroyed their seeds of knowledge, and completely cut off their way out.

"Qi Tian! If you dare to attack again, we will definitely ask the elder brother to do it! We will kill you completely!"

Gu Luoxiao let go of his harsh words, he really has no way out, once the road is cut off, it will be difficult to continue, it needs a heaven-defying opportunity, and the luck to suppress one side is absolutely impossible for him to possess.

Glancing at the two of them with cold eyes, Qi Tian's sharp edge burst out completely, and the pale golden sharp aura, accompanied by an extremely ancient aura, washed over the two of them at once.

puff--

The fifth-rank Taoist clothes collapsed, unable to stop the sharpness at all, the blood splashed, and the two fell into the sky and fell to the ground.

The majestic sword consciousness is far more terrifying than before. Inheriting the blood of Pangu, in the sea of ​​knowledge, the number of swords has increased again. Now, there are a total of 64 swords of knowledge condensed into a Taiji sword diagram. The pure golden Taiji sword diagram rotates, containing Following an inexplicable avenue, Yin and Yang flows, penetrating deep into Qi Tian's heart.

Falling in front of the purple bamboo forest, Qi Tian once again cut off the path between the two of them.

Dozens of eight-vein disciples were staring blankly at this moment. In front of them, blood gathered into a stream and poured into Lingxi.

The two female disciples of Lianhua Peak lay limp on the ground. At this moment, they started to cry. Their path was cut off. They were also beaten back to their original forms and became ordinary women again. way.

"Qi Tian, ​​you are dead!" After a short period of sluggishness, Gu Luoxiao looked crazy, "You are dead, I, Gu Luoxiao, put down my words today, and I will use all my daozang to completely suppress and kill you!" !"

"That's right, if you break our path, you don't even want to live, your entire Jianfeng is destined to replace the master, you just wait!"

"All of us have exhausted our Taoism and issued a killing order!"

He raised his eyebrows, and at the next moment, Qi Tian stepped forward, turning into dozens of afterimages in an instant, blood splashed, and countless broken teeth spilled down the Lingxi River. Everyone's face collapsed, and they could no longer speak.

Stretching out his hand to draw out the whip of anger, Qi Tian poured out his sword energy, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't want to destroy your spirituality, you can destroy your Dao power yourself and accept the sword energy!"

After a few breaths, a sharp innate sword energy rises from the whip of anger, and indistinctly, there is a golden road circulating in it, dyeing the entire whip of anger into pure gold.

With a wave of his sleeve, the angry whip whip turned into a twenty-foot-thick, like a golden dragon, coiling across the void, locking dozens of people at once.

"Senior brother!"

Yunfei leaned against a purple bamboo, the corners of his mouth froth condensed, he still laughed loudly: "Good job! These guys' paths should have been cut off by them long ago!"

Suddenly, he showed a stern look on his face: "I only hate that I can't have the fighting power of my junior. Ma Shan is ridden by others, and Ren Shan is bullied by others. The way of immortality is the way of eating people. If you don't be cruel, you will be beaten by others sooner or later." Swallowed!"

Lifting Yunfei up, Qi Tian frowned, pondered for a moment, and swiped his sword finger across his chest, the sharp edge splashed, creating a sword mark.

"Junior brother, you—"

The light in Yunfei's eyes shook, and the next moment, a drop of pure golden blood essence overflowed from Qi Tian's chest.

This drop of blood essence is the sword body essence blood fused with Pangu's bloodline, and it contains endless life essence. Looking at this drop of essence blood, Yunfei only felt that the whole sword embryo trembled, and the sharpness seemed to be fearful. It collapsed on its own.

Undoubtedly, Qi Tianjian moved it and punched it into Yunfei's mouth.

The majestic energy of life burst out, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, Yunfei's countless bones and muscles that had been broken quickly healed, and strands of sharp energy came out through his body. Before this sharp energy was different, Qi Tian sensed it from above. A familiar breath.

As the sword sense swept across, Qi Tian could see that a layer of pale golden sharpness gradually spread from the depths of Yunfei's bone marrow.

After a few breaths, a layer of pale golden blood cocoons slowly wrapped Yunfei, and a vicissitudes of life slowly emerged.

Sending the blood cocoon into the Jade Hall of the Sutra Pavilion, Qi Tian returned to the Purple Bamboo Forest, grabbed the Wrathful Flood Whip, and headed down the sword peak.

At the foot of Jianfeng Mountain, there is a Lingxi stream. In front of the Lingxi stream, Qi Tiannu whips whips, and dozens of people kneel down in unison, facing the direction of the eight veins.

Dozens of sharp air penetrated into the bodies of everyone. In front of Lingxi, Qi Tian pointed like a sword, and a pale golden sharp air floated out. With a flick of his sword finger, the sharp edge penetrated into the ground, branding the next battle. Character.

As soon as the word Zhan was formed, there was an ancient and vicissitudes of sharpness soaring into the sky, and the sound of sword chant was like thunder and dragon roar, and spread throughout the entire land of Qingyunzong in an instant.

In front of Lingxi, Gu Luoxiao and the others couldn't speak, just mortals, who were suppressed by Qi Tian's sharpness, and fell to their knees.

At this moment, everyone was completely sluggish, without even the slightest bit of energy, Qi Tian took a quick glance and knew that even if these people had a fairy fate to continue their path in the future, they would soon have demonic obstacles, which would be a shame for a lifetime.

He turned and left, stomped on the sword peak, and sat down cross-legged in front of the purple bamboo forest. In front of him, blood was bubbling in the Lingxi River, flowing deep into the purple bamboo forest.

The word "war" was branded, and the entire Qingyun School was shaken. Countless Dao Consciousness descended to the foot of Jianfeng Mountain, and saw an astonishing scene.

puff--

puff--

The sharpness of the word Zhan was revealed, and it soared fiercely into the sky, and the Dao Consciousness that came was completely shattered the moment it fell.

Even Pan Yi, who is the six-axe Pangu, couldn't lower his gaze, let alone the masters of these Dao consciousness, they couldn't resist at all.

The sound of the sword chant was endless, echoing among the nine peaks, without any intention of stopping, all the peaks trembled, and all the disciples descended the mountain. In the Qingyun Valley, there was no one in front of the Temple of War God and the Sea of ​​Asking Questions, and they all gathered towards the foot of Jianfeng Mountain.

When the No. 1 eight-vein disciple came to the foot of Jianfeng Mountain, he was stunned.

Headed by the Xuanbing sect's left and right Dharma Kings, dozens of disciples of the Eight Meridians knelt in front of the Sword Peak, facing the Eight Peaks, half of their faces were collapsed, half of their teeth were broken, and the blood was gurgling, gathering in front of dozens of people, stained red In front of a Lingxi.

In front of Lingxi, the Zhanzi's sharp edge soared to the sky, and the moment their eyes fell, they were instantly shattered. Before the Zhanzi, they couldn't get close at all.

After half a stick of incense time, there were countless roars at the foot of Jianfeng Mountain.

"Qi Tian, ​​you are too deceitful!"

Many disciples of the eight veins were shocked. Dozens of them had all cut off their path and completely turned into mortals. Among them, even the left and right dharma kings of the Xuanbing Sect, and the top figures of the sixteenth generation were not spared.

"The body of the sword is too rampant, so many people have been abolished!"

"There will be a big storm, and the top figures of the Eight Meridians will be mobilized."

Many disciples of the seventeenth generation were beating wildly. This kind of method has gone beyond their vision.

"Bi, Biyuan—"

A female disciple of Lianhua Peak vomited blood and barely opened her mouth.

On the opposite side of Lingxi, Yunbiyuan arrived, and the celestial glow around her disappeared. There was a sinister aura between her beautiful eyebrows, and the cold blue light rippling around her body. The next moment, she stepped forward and landed on the other side of Lingxi.

hum-

Before her body fell down, a light-golden sword rushed out in front of Lingxi, slashing towards the sky.

With a cold snort, Yunbi Yuan's Dao power surged, and a majestic Dao Yun poured out, turning into a ten-foot glacier and covering it down.

"Peak of Consciousness!"

"The leaders of seventeen generations and eight peaks have grown to this point!"

Many disciples of the sixteenth generation were alarmed. Although Yun Biyuan was the only one, it can be seen from this that the other seven are certainly not weak.

puff--

Before everyone could open their mouths here, the pale golden sharp edge cut through a vacuum passage like a bamboo, and the glacier was instantly torn apart. Yun Biyuan flew upside down as if struck by lightning, and fell back to the other side of the Lingxi River.

puff--

Spitting out a mouthful of reverse blood, Yun Biyuan showed disbelief. Immediately, she noticed that the eyes of many disciples were focused on her.

She lowered her head to look, and saw that sharp ray actually cut her French skirt, and a three-foot-long gash opened from her right shoulder to her lower abdomen, revealing her crystal white and greasy body, bursting with fragrance. , a snow-capped peak can be vaguely seen standing proudly, and a little bit of bright red is looming.

At this moment, she was filled with shame and anger, and was furious for a moment, and she fainted just then.

The cold air was overflowing, and several Lotus Peak female cultivators stepped forward to protect it in the center, glaring at the four directions with beautiful eyes, and many disciples of the Seven Meridians reluctantly looked away, but the corners of their eyes were still involved, hoping to find a gap.

At this moment, in front of Lingxi, the disciples of the eight veins who were eager to try suddenly stopped their figures. The word "war" was too weird. They were not sure, so they could only wait quietly.

In front of the purple bamboo forest, Qi Tian slowly opened his eyes, with a cold light in them, and closed them again.

At the foot of the mountain, all the disciples were silent, and on the other side of the Lingxi River, dozens of eight-vein disciples were tottering, their bodies were stained with blood, and the blood on the ground was almost dry.

The road is cut off, and now they are almost the same as ordinary people, except for a Taoist body, there is nothing else.

The wind and cloud gathered, and as time passed, a layer of haze gradually condensed above the sword peak, and a depressive general trend gathered at the foot of the mountain, and a path was torn open by the sharp edge of the word Zhan, leading straight to the nine heavens.

Some eight-vein disciples sat cross-legged. They couldn't bear such sharpness, and their minds were greatly oppressed.

No one looked at the other side of the Lingxi River anymore, because they couldn't lower their eyes, their cultivation was insufficient, and their sharp aura traced back to the source, and even their Dao consciousness would be chopped to pieces. (This chapter is like the fighting spirit in Shibu's heart. Many sword friends, comrades, brothers and sisters, where are your monthly tickets! Qi Tian is going to fight! Let's help out!)
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