God-level Selection System

Chapter 148 Sword Formation Reappears

you are wrong!

wrong!

wrong!

Just a few words, it seemed that Cang Song returned to his childhood, the first time he faced Wan Jian.

"Puff--"

With a muffled sound, Taoist Cangsong turned out to kneel down in front of Wan Jianyi, tears running wild.

The moment he saw Wan Jianyi, Taoist Cangsong also understood a lot.

Back then, the only person who was able to save Wan Jian under the eyes of everyone was the Daoxuan Dao Xuan who was the head of the Qingyun Sect...

Thinking of the things he had done, Taoist Cangsong also understood that he had done too many mistakes this time.

Leading wolves into the room, hurting the head, and devoting himself to the magic sect...

Anything is enough to leave him dead without a place to bury him, and now with the emergence of Wan Jianyi, I am afraid that the Demon Cult will also have an idea.

as predicted.

Following the conversation between the two, the ghost king and poison **** on the side also exchanged a vague look.

Looking at Cangsong's eyes, there was a little more coldness.

As for Taoist Cangsong, he didn't hear about it. First, he bowed his head to Wanjian, and then bowed heavily to Taoxuan.

With his proud personality, it is indeed unbelievable to do such things in front of so many people, but one can also see the deep regret in his heart!

"Junior Brother Cangsong, you..."

Suddenly, Wan Jianyi on the side also realized that something was wrong.

Unfortunately, it is too late...

However, a hint of relief suddenly appeared on Taoist Cangsong's face, and then he lost his breath.

Obviously, he broke his heart with mana.

"Pooh--"

Suddenly someone on the demon sect couldn't help but yell at Taoist Cangsong. It was the one hundred poisonous under the door of Wanpo.

The latter sneered, looking at Cang Song's regret that had not yet gone cold, cursing: "If it wasn't for your poor work, how could you have killed so many brothers and died tragically by the old Daoxuan thief? Under the Zhuxian Sword Formation, I'm still dead now, I'm pooh, pretending to be noble!"

"Puff--"

A turquoise sword light flashed, and a huge human head rose into the sky, with a bit of astonishment in it, as if I couldn't believe that I would lose my life so easily.

"Brother, take good care of Junior Cang Song's body for me."

After Yi Jian killed Bai Poison, Wan Jian stepped forward and handed the body of Taoist Cangsong to Daoxuan's side, and then walked to the side of Shui Qilin.

The latter was prostrate, with a huge mouth, spit out something, and fell into the hands of Wan Jian.

It turned out to be the ancient sword of Zhuxian disappeared for a long time!

Everyone in the Demon Cult was shocked, and when they looked around, they saw that it was indeed the long sword that had killed countless lives of their fellows.

But at this moment, the Zhuxian Ancient Sword has no brilliance. It seems to be made of some kind of strange stone. The body and the hilt of the sword are all integrated. It looks like an ordinary stone sword, and it is faintly seen above the sword. The lines are full of lines, as if they are still a little worn, and there are more faint cracks across the blade.

It turned out that this ancient sword of Zhuxian actually looked like this, and it was still hidden in the mouth of a water unicorn, which many people had never expected.

"Junior Brother, what are you..."

Noting Wan Jianyi's movements, Daoxuan Zhenren still didn't understand the other party's plan.

And Wan Jianyi also smiled lightly: "Brother, you have paid enough for Qingyunmen. It's time to rest... As for the remaining demon cult thieves, let me come."

As he spoke, the ancient Zhuxian sword in Wanjian’s hand changed suddenly and suddenly, from the body of the ancient sword, an incredibly hot white light appeared. In just a few moments, it completely enveloped the huge Yuqing Palace. When they got up, everyone was shocked and stopped.

In the light, Wan Jianyi's rickety figure also seemed to grow tall at this moment.

This familiar scene quickly caused panic among the Ghost King and others.

"Stop him, quickly...stop him!"

The ghost king and the others are so knowledgeable and experienced, almost needless to say, almost rushing forward, hoping to stop Wan Jianyi before driving the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

"Om—"

However, since Wan Jianyi dared to use the Zhuxian Sword Formation in front of so many people, how could he not consider this?

"Puff--"

I saw Wan Jian holding the Zhuxian Ancient Sword in one hand and gently waved forward.

Suddenly, white light rushed into Haiti like a huge wave, and the poison **** and others worked together, and the two collided with each other, causing a loud noise.

The Yuqing Palace, which had been broken in half, suddenly collapsed at this moment, and the dust rose in an instant. The Ghost King and the others involuntarily took a step back, and the four faces changed color.

The power of this ancient Zhuxian sword is incredible!

Between the heaven and the earth, suddenly there was only the shining light of Zhuxian, shining with bright light, becoming more and more prosperous, with the sound of curse chanting, that brilliant colorful Qi sword appeared in the sky again, The monochromatic Qi sword is continuously separated, and it is full of color.

Everyone in the Demon Cult lost their colors, and the poison **** stomped fiercely, and said anxiously: "The power of this formation is too great to be defeated. Let us retreat first.

"Can't retire!"

Witnessing this scene, the ghost king also cracked his canthus and couldn't help but roared: "Today, I am waiting to die, and I will die in this jade palace!"

As the saying goes, one blast, then decline, and exhaustion.

They attacked Tongtian Peak for the first time, and they were defeated by Daoxuan Zhenren’s Zhuxian Sword Formation. This time they finally regrouped, but suddenly came out a ten thousand sword one who was supposed to be a dead man!

If it retreats this time, then the four major demon sects will repeat the history of a hundred years ago...

And this time, I'm afraid that Qingyunmen's counterattack afterwards will be even more fierce, not just to drive them out of the Central Plains, for fear that they will be completely wiped out!

The King of Ghosts understands this truth.

As for Poison God and Yuyangzi, although both are giants of the Demon Cult, they are far inferior to the ghost king in terms of vision and strategy!

"Ghost King Sect belongs, charge me—"

Following the order of the ghost king, the elite of the ghost king Zong who had been in a panic, seemed to have found the backbone.

As for the other disciples of the Demon Cult, they quickly followed the Ghost King Zong and launched a tragic shock towards the place of the Yuqing Palace——!

And this time...

Perhaps it was because Wan Jianyi used his own essence as a price to manipulate the Zhuxian Sword Formation, Mantian Sword could be said to be better than before.

The most terrifying thing is that even in the sky, that huge colorful main sword.

It was also controlled by the invisible curse power, and with the momentum of breaking through the sky, rushed down!

"Puff!"

How could the power of the master sword of this formation wait for a while, a sword attack, and the flesh and blood within a range of several meters in an instant, nearly ten people flew away without even shouting.

Even Yu Wei could not avoid it, and even his left hand was cut off. He screamed, and fainted with abrupt pain, and was quickly caught by the quick-eyed Changshengtang disciple.

"metropolitan!"