Mortal Bones

As if in response to Zhao Qian's words, there was a sound of swords roaring like thunder, and a sword light that was almost as rough as the sword flat, just like the majestic water of the river, carrying a A majestic and angry sword force soared into the sky.

"Boom!!!——"

Zhenwutian, the whole world, trembled.

Seen from a distance, Lu Daoxuan's sword light looked like a celestial sword with the Yunlu peaks as the hilt, piercing the sky.

And everyone watching the battle with their spiritual mirrors only saw the sword light originating from Qingxuan collide with the bright moon that was dragged to the ground by ninety-nine true dragon bone puppets just a moment later. .

"Bang!!!--"

The ear-piercing sound of collision finally resounded throughout Zhenwutian after several breaths.

Immediately, everyone in Zhenwutian saw that the light generated by the collision between the sword light and the bright moon almost covered most of Zhenwutian.

In an instant, the bright moon's falling force was completely stopped.

Everyone in Zhenwu Tian was overjoyed.

And great monks like Shihu Tianjun and others, who had extraordinary insights into swordsmanship and practice, couldn't help but feel chills running down their spines when they saw this sword.

Because they discovered that even if they exhausted all their means, even if they spent thousands of years, they still couldn't resist and resolve the sword in front of them.

Shihu Tianjun, whose eyes were dull, said with a trembling voice:

"Such a powerful swordsman should not be subordinated to a small Qingxuan Sect!"

In his opinion, a sword cultivator of Lu Daoxuan's level was one of those who could completely turn the tide of the war between heaven and demons.

For him to succumb to this small Qingxuan Sect is a loss to the entire Shangqing Realm.

At this moment, a sigh suddenly sounded in the teahouse - "Oh... Xiao Jianjiu, I really wrong you for this Shangqing."

Although brother and sister Xiahou Qingxuan also heard this sigh, their attention at this time was all on the shadow of the Moon Shadow Stone above their heads, so they only thought it was an old monk in the teahouse who had some friendship with Lu Daoxuan. The sigh of this sword.

But Shihu Tianjun, whose cultivation was far stronger than the two brothers and sisters, was so frightened that he almost left his body after hearing this voice.

Shihu Tianjun, who was sitting there without daring to move, his heart beating wildly, secretly said:

"That...that half-immortal master hiding in the teahouse actually knows this Lu Daoxuan!"

Yes, he had already heard that the person who sighed just now was the half-immortal who had been hiding in the teahouse watching the battle.

But after this sigh, the half-immortal aura became invisible again.

Shihu Tianjun, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, realized that all his clothes were soaked with sweat.

But at this moment, the Wuxin voice of the Jiuyuan Demon Emperor came out from the shadow of the Moon Shadow Stone again——

"I know, I know who you are!"

"Okay, okay, if I can wipe you and Zhen Martial Heaven together in the Shangqing today, it will be worth it even if I destroy this Moon Drop!"

Just when everyone was curious about what Jiuyuan Demon Emperor Wuxin meant by his words, they saw that the bright moon that was still in a stalemate with Lu Daoxuan's sword suddenly sank suddenly.

"boom!"

In an instant, Lu Daoxuan's sword light was shattered by the impact of the bright moon.

Immediately, he saw the bright moon, hard against Lu Daoxuan's sword light below, and continued to fall towards the Zhenwu Heaven and Earth below.

And it was only then that everyone saw it clearly.

The ninety-nine dragon bone puppets holding the bright moon were being wrapped in red flames one after another.

Obviously, this Jiuyuan is using the method of self-destruction to increase the power of the demon soldier Xianyue.

"Rumble, rumble..."

In just an instant, the bright moon set at least ten thousand feet below.

Looking from the ground of Zhenwutian, Zhenwutian at this moment seems to be about to be swallowed whole by the bright moon.

The people and monks around the river and sea were frantically avoiding the waves caused by the fall of the bright moon.

A Zhenwutian monk shouted desperately in the spiritual mirror:

"Even such a powerful Ninth Uncle can't withstand this falling moon. Zhenwu Tian is finished, and we are finished."

And even the monks who are not Zhenwutian can't help but feel a little sad after seeing this scene.

With an emperor guard as powerful as Lu Daoxuan, Zhenwu cannot escape the fate of being destroyed by Jiuyuan, so it is only a matter of time before their world is destroyed by Jiuyuan.

For a time, an atmosphere of despair spread throughout the upper realm.

However, Xu Taiping, who was in the wilderness, had no change in his expression at this moment. His eyes were still burning, staring excitedly at the situation in the mirage in front of him.

Because as the only successor to the Hidden Sword Art, he knows better than anyone else in the world that the sword strike his master just made was not the end, but just the prologue before he drew the sword.

At this time, Xu Taiping, with burning eyes, suddenly murmured excitedly:

"It's time for Master's sword to be unsheathed."

And almost at the moment he said these words, another sound of swords suddenly came from the mirage in front of him.

But with this sword, I could only hear the sound, but not see the sword.

Just when everyone was curious about where the sword sound that exploded in Zhenwutian came from.

In the spiritual mirror, a monk suddenly shouted excitedly:

"I, I am a disciple of Huangfeng Valley. I just saw that on Lingyun Mountain in Huangfeng Valley, there was sword energy gushing out and sword light soaring into the sky!"

Almost at the same time as the disciple's voice fell, the picture in the spiritual mirror in front of everyone suddenly flashed.

The direction shown in the picture was exactly Lingyun Mountain in Huangfeng Valley.

And just as the Huangfeng Valley disciple just said, at this moment, the mountain and water spiritual energy in Huangfeng Valley was gathering towards Lingyun Mountain like a tide, and finally all turned into sword energy, merging with the sword light that soared into the sky from Lingyun Mountain and water.

"Boom!"

A sword light filled with the spiritual energy of mountains and waters rose from the top of Lingyun Mountain and pierced the sky.

Everyone watching the battle was shocked——

"Where did this sword come from?"