Lord of the Myriad Demons

  Chapter 119 Chang'an City Chaos

   Phew! call out! call out…

  Forty swords frantically pursued Xia Yi, intending to blow Xia Yi down.

  Xia Yi was in the air as if walking on the ground, jumping in shape, displaying wonderful swordsmanship, pulling forty swords into his own sword posture with the sword wind.

  The twin swords were as fast as the wind and as powerful as thunder. Rolling thunder clouds gathered, darkening the sky in Chang'an.

  Boom—

  The sound of thunder was deafening, and Xia Yi used Lu Ziwei's sword to create an incomparably huge tornado, shaking the entire Chang'an.

   "The world faces east."

  Su Yi muttered to himself, and Li Huahun also narrowed his eyes.

  Among the thunder and lightning, within the sword wind, Xia Yi turned into countless afterimages, as if he was practicing the sword art by himself, it was dazzling.

  Lu Zi frowned slightly, and was not in a hurry to make a move, because he could no longer stop Xia Yi, and if he approached, it would only reduce his chance of avoiding it.

  He waved his right hand, and immediately after that, streaks of light flew out of his sleeve and flew to the top of his head.

  There are 500 precious swords, and the quality level is not inferior to the 40 precious swords restrained by Xia Yi.

   "How many swords does this guy have?"

  Su Yi muttered, wishing he could loot Lu Ziwei.

   But Lu Ziwei was kind to him, so it was impossible for him to do that.

  Seeing that the 500 swords began to cast shadows, Lu Ziwei was about to use thousands of swords.

   Two kendo masters are ready to collide with their strongest moves!

  The whole city is boiling.

   "I'm going! Playing so big at the beginning?"

   "If their tricks fail, we will all die!"

   "For the first time in my life, I saw such a powerful sword energy..."

   "Is this the sword **** and the sword master... It is difficult for us to reach such heights in our entire lives."

   "What a terrifying coercion!"

  Everyone felt short of breath, as if they were carrying a heavy weight.

  The maximum diameter of the tornado of sword energy condensed by Xia Yi has reached a kilometer, and the number of sword shadows above Lu Ziwei's head has reached 100,000.

  Su Yi is well aware of the power of these two moves, if they collide together, Chang'an will be destroyed.

   "What the **** are they trying to do?"

  Su Yi frowned, Lu Ziwei and Xia Yi chose to fight in Chang'an, did they have other plans?

   Not only him, many people began to worry.

   Li Mengde and Li Zuxuan in the palace were even more anxious like ants on a hot pot.

  Su Emperor Zong.

  Li Zuxuan: If my Tang Dynasty is in trouble, Emperor Su, can you help? The kind of help that is urgent!

  Qingmojun: Tsk tsk, are you stupid?

  Tang Qingtian: What kind of thing is Datang? Never heard of it!

  He Youming: Could it be that Lu Ziwei and Xia Tian intend to destroy Chang'an?

  Shangguan Wuji: Of course, otherwise why choose Chang'an? During the Seven Dynasties, there were so many cities.

  Su Di: Yes!

  …

  Seeing Li Zuxuan begging for help, Su Yi had no choice but to agree as Emperor Su. He could use the shadow army to act, pretending to be Emperor Su's will.

  By the way, use the shadow army to clean up the Demon Cult!

  At the same time, Xia Yi and Lu Ziwei's aura had reached its peak, shaking the wind and clouds, the ground trembled, and all the buildings in Chang'an were shaking.

   Waves of demonic energy suddenly surrounded Chang'an, and Wei Niantian appeared in the sky above Chang'an City, surrounding Chang'an City with his own demonic energy.

  The demonic energy surged, and soon formed a barrier, covering the whole city, guarding against the big moves of the two sword masters.

   "Is that magic energy?"

   "I didn't expect Moxiu to choose to protect us."

   "Cut! Chang'an is a puppet of the Demon Cult, they are only for their own benefit."

   "Such a powerful demon energy, could it be Wei Niantian, the leader of the Demon Cult?"

   "Even if it's for my own benefit, it still protects you, waste, you know how to speculate on other people's good intentions!"

   At the critical juncture, various exclamations and curses resounded in the city.

  They used to admire the sword master and sword god, but now they are full of hatred for the two sword masters.

  Lu Ziwei's eyes froze, and he waved his right hand towards Xia Yi.

  The hundreds of thousands of sword shadows above the head hit like a torrent, which was extremely exaggerated. They set off a billowing strong wind and hit the demonic hood covering Chang'an.

  Xia Yi follows Shixia to the east, but unfortunately, Lu Ziwei is not in his east.

  His world is also weakened towards the east.

  Even if weakened!

   can also destroy the world!

  He stopped suddenly, the two swords slashed towards Lu Ziwei, and countless sword qi blasted out.

  Compared to Lu Ziwei's Wanqianjian Jue, his world facing east is not weak at all visually.

  Boom—

  The two torrents collided with an unstoppable momentum, stretching for tens of thousands of meters. In an instant, the magic qi shield was crushed and deformed.

  The streams of air fluttering like dragons fluttered in the air, shaking the thunderclouds.

  Lu Ziwei and Xia Yi's faces are extremely serious, and now they are all fighting for spiritual power.

   In terms of power, the two sides are comparable, and it only depends on who is more durable.

   "If it goes east... I might lose..."

  Lu Ziwei's heart sank. The word defeat hadn't appeared in his heart for a long time, which made him flustered.

   Bang!

  The two torrents suddenly multiplied, reaching tens of thousands of meters in length, connecting together, as if dividing the sky into two.

   "Why doesn't it feel like they are fighting?"

  Xiangyu asked suddenly, swordsmen pay attention to quickness, accuracy and ruthlessness, and rarely engage in spiritual power competitions like this.

  Su Yi didn't speak, he thought of something vaguely.

  Li Huahun pursed his lips and snorted, "They haven't started a duel at all, there is something hidden under Chang'an."

under?

  Su Yi and Xiangyu subconsciously looked towards the ground.

   "What?" Su Yi asked.

  Li Huahun said calmly: "A very dangerous thing."

  As soon as these words came out, Su Yi frowned even deeper.

  No matter how he asked, Li Huahun just kept silent.

   Bang!

  The magic hood was broken by the sword power, the strong wind crushed the city, countless buildings collapsed, and many people were killed, the ground shook violently, and the whole Chang'an fell into turmoil.

  Countless monks and common people fled in all directions, all running towards the outside of the city.

  Lu Ziwei and Xia Yi suddenly stopped, before the torrent of sword energy dissipated, they rushed towards each other.

  It seems that two sword lights are shuttling in the torrent.

   Clang!

  The swords of the two clashed again, and then the two began to compete in swordsmanship.

  On the other side, Wei Niantian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Xia Yi and Lu Ziwei, his expression was extremely ugly.

  Even if he went all out, he couldn't stop the sword power of the two, and even caused himself to be concussed.

   "What the **** are they trying to do?"

  Wei Niantian gritted his teeth and muttered, the demon cultivators around were all looking at the sky in fear, for fear that another sword energy would fall.

   Whoosh—

  The sound of breaking through the air came, Wei Niantianxia turned his head consciously, just in time to avoid Zhou Wujian's stabbing attack.

  Zhou Wujian quickly flew up, and finally flew back to Su Yi's hand.

  I saw Su Yi stepping on the heart-breaking sword and flying towards him.

   "The Demon Cult, it's time to settle the score!"

  Su Yi said coldly, taking advantage of the chaos in Chang'an City, Wei Niantian can just be dealt with.

  Wei Niantian smiled disdainfully, and the purple-clothed demon lord came to kill Su Yi without his action.

   "Sinister! Go to hell!"

  The purple-clothed devil let out an angry roar, and slapped Su Yi with his palm.

  Su Yi didn't dodge either, he threw out his right fist with all his strength, tearing the air apart with the power of 700 dragons.

   Bang!

  There was a cracking sound implying a broken bone, and the purple-clothed demon vomited blood and flew backwards, crashing through buildings and falling into the ruins, his life and death unknown.

   The first watch in the early morning, asking for tickets every day, guess what will be underground in Chang'an? Hahaha, are you clueless?

  (end of this chapter)