Shura God Emperor

The opening of the Jianbei Mountain enchantment took a total of one day, and the time of a day was not long, and it was short.

Even if it is a 10,000-meter high mountain, it takes no more than half an hour for the four realms of Dan's formation, let alone a three-day realm.

It’s just because going up the mountain to prevent the attack of sword beasts, to resist everywhere, and the higher the altitude, the stronger the sword aura, and at the same time to fight against the sword cover that can tear people into pieces, early Already exhausted.

And some people who didn't know why were killed by the disciples who were waiting for the opportunity to watch the lively Xuanjian Pavilion. They didn't even know how they died.

"Puff!"

"what!"

Two disciples of the second-rate sect were killed by several disciples of Xuanjian Pavilion inside the sword.

"Hey, it's another group of poor ghosts. I didn't understand the swordsmanship. I don't know what's going on when I die." A black-faced teenager looked at the two corpses on the ground and sneered.

"They deserve it. When they come to Jianbei Mountain, life and death cannot be controlled. Even if they die, no one will think of us."

"It seems that we are lucky, this stone stele is not empty, and it's still supernatural!"

Several disciples were all excited.

The sect has regulations, as long as they act together and find a real stone tablet, they can practice together.

And it's the local swordsmanship! That's hard to come by!

In the sect, they are competitors on weekdays, but in this kind of meeting, they are the cooperating brothers. Their goal is swordsmanship, and they are also to kill other sword repair disciples!

A long-haired young man at the peak of the Golden Core Realm headed indifferently: "Go, go and look at the other steles, the elder said, except for the three heavenly sword steles on the top of the mountain, only a dozen of them are real. We It can’t be found first by other senior brothers.”

These seven or eight people were about to leave, and suddenly five figures came over.

"Who!?"

The long-haired young people frowned, and the oncoming man was a cold boy with a few different costumes.

Several people were already within the scope of the stele sword guard, but they found that the sword guard did not attack them unexpectedly for these five people!

"how is this possible?"

"Huh? You are..." One of them was about to speak.

But the headed cold boy shouted violently: "Kill!"

He took the lead in looting, and the four people behind him also slayed with swords.

"Shoo!"

The astonishing light was like a meteor tracing the moon, tearing the air apart. The long-haired young man didn't know what was going on, and a sword was pierced through his chest.

"Brother Zhang!"

The expressions of the other seven disciples changed drastically, but the boy filed straight in, the long sword drew arcs in the air, and the other four were urged to kill them to the extreme.

"Puff puff puff!"

The eight disciples of Xuanjian Pavilion were beheaded by five people in just ten seconds!

"You...you are...Xiao..." Before one of the disciples died, he said a few words with difficulty and died.

The four of them were headed by the grim youth, their eyes all with a kind of determination.

"You protect the law for me. I will enlighten this sword technique. It is much easier than you. After it's done, I will pass it on to you!"

The young man sat in front of the stone tablet, calmly, and began to comprehend.

The four of them looked around vigilantly, and one of them whispered to the teenager next to him: "Junior Brother Huang, is he...reliable?"

The young man took a deep breath, looked at the cold young man sitting cross-legged, and said: "We swordsmen, if we want to understand the sword, we must have his help!"

"But we killed the disciple of Xuanjian Pavilion..." another person with a little courage said.

"Wealth and wealth are in danger, disaster and blessing depend on! If we don't even have this awareness, what kendo shall we talk about!? If it is not for him, we are all dead!"

Looking at the stern young man, several people took a deep breath, their eyes were determined.

Half an hour later, the cold boy woke up, and then smashed the stone tablet with one palm.

With a flick of his finger, the four rays of light were directed towards the dead man's forehead, and the four of them were overjoyed in a sudden, it was a local swordsmanship!

"Except for the disciples of the three sects of Huan Yuezong, Bai Yugu, and Haotian Sect, you should try to persuade everyone else. If you meet the disciple of Xuanjian Pavilion, kill Wushe! If you meet someone who leaks the wind, kill!"

"Yes!"

Then, these four people took the imperial qi talisman of the dead Xuanjian Pavilion disciple on the ground, and they looted them directly, leaving behind the cold young man.

The cold young man's eyes flashed with cold light, and he muttered to himself: "Xuanjian Pavilion, I will make you pay a painful price. Don't you claim the first sect of swordsmanship? Then I will destroy your foundation!"

After all, the boy also headed for another mountain...

Xuanjian Pavilion may not know that the biggest crisis in history is slowly coming...