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Chapter 83

Under the death beating of Xuanshi,

The half-step Golden Cores of the two Xuanhen Sword Sects looked at each other, both seeing each other's uneasiness.

Huai Suimu nodded slightly to Qu Man, and the two had a good understanding, and at the same time, they began to inject energy into the spirit python sword hanging in the air behind them.

With the infusion of Gang Yuan, the phantom of the sword python in the sword body became more and more agile, and even stood out above the sword body, swimming in a meandering manner.

Luo Yun and Peng Ran on the opposite side also saw the change here.

Peng Ran frowned, and sent a voice transmission to Luo Yun, "I don't know why, but I always feel that the two people from the Xuanhen Sword Sect opposite are a bit sinister."

In fact, Luo Yun has been observing secretly for a long time, and he has a keen mind, so he can't see that the other party must have some kind of plot. After thinking about it, he decisively transmitted the sound,

"Wait, as long as they make any moves, you and I will take action."

Peng Ran was taken aback, looked at the opposite side carefully, and confirmed,

"The audience also shot?"

Luo Yun's expression remained unmoved, and the sound transmission explained: "The Daoist Xuanhen on the stage is about to lose, I see the other side's appearance, his expression is not afraid, the two hanging swords may be the second hand.

As soon as they make a move, you and I will stop them to prevent them from saving people or besieging them. "

Peng Ran's eyes widened, and he was surprised by the sound transmission, "There are so many monks watching, this Xuanhen Sword Sect doesn't want any face at all?"

Luo Yun nodded slightly, "Although this is the worst possibility, I feel that this is also the greatest possibility."

The two stopped talking, and just stared at Xuanhen Daozi who was opposite.

……

On top of the Xuanshi death ring,

The strong wind blows randomly, unpredictable, and the sword intent is poured into it, forming a tornado wind blade, which desperately blocks thousands of silver threads.

The golden crown on Wu Ying's head has fallen into the dust, and the cloud coat on her body has been cut into small holes by the broken wind blades.But these are all important points, the most important thing now is to deal with the silver threads that are rolling in from the sky.

Not wanting to accidentally destroy the spirit sword that her parents have accompanied for many years, Wu Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, but there was no smile on her face, only a cold killing intent.

I saw her fiercely urging Gangyuan, crazily injecting it into the immature sword domain, forming a wind blade tornado,

On the other side, one-third of the gang yuan was secretly poured into the spirit python sword hanging behind him.

Jiang Moshu sneered inwardly, the blind man could also see that there was something wrong with the hanging sword, restrained by thousands of silver threads, his own Xuanxuan sword qi had already lurked in the void, protecting his whole body tightly, but he was not afraid of sneak attacks.

The silver threads glow faintly, intertwining and weaving through each other, like a silver net pressing down in the sky, covering all the sky and clouds.Countless wind blade tornadoes are like fish caught in a net, struggling desperately in it, but gradually exhausted their strength and disappeared.

Seeing that the silver net was about to crush the wind blade cover, Wu Ying finally turned pale and was extremely nervous.

Suddenly, a brilliance flashed across the Lingmang sword.

A trace of blood suddenly appeared on Wu Ying's face, and she gave Jiang Moshu a cold look, as if she wanted to remember this person firmly in the end.

Pointing at the Lingmang sword with his hand, the sword light on the Lingmang sword suddenly glowed, but suddenly disappeared into the void.

At the same time, under the ring, the two spirit python swords behind Huai Suimu and Qu Man also disappeared into the void.

The two glanced at each other, and immediately understood that the sword escape to the void had been activated, and the three swords slashed at the same time, even Jin Dan could only drink hatred on the spot.

Before I had time to see the result, a cloud of gloom poured down from the sky, and the sound of chanting mantras came from my ears,

And the ones rushing forward were three beast ghosts with a size of twenty feet.

A loud shout broke through the air, "Good thief, you really dare to use more to fight less, shameless, right? Master Peng will teach you the rules of life."

……

On the cloud platform, Fu Yuchu slammed the table and roared, "You Xuanhen Sword Sect doesn't want any face, does it?"

Before the three swords were concealed but not released, many demon kings Jindan thought they were ordinary spirit swords.

Now that this sword flew out and the three swords slashed at the same time, it broke through the void, and many golden core demon kings naturally saw the clue.

Yu Qifeng, head teacher of Xuanhen, had a mysterious smile on his lips, "It's just some adventures for my disciples, the three spiritual swords have their own magic, so they can't be used anymore?"

The demon kings couldn't bear it any longer, Yunyan Demon King was the most straightforward, and immediately muttered,

"When everyone is a fool, according to what you say, I think that Jiang Moshu is the master, can I also go down and play around, your tricks are not enough for me to chew."

Monk Yuebai stared at Jia Yunzhen, folded his hands together and saluted eleven,

"This time the gamble is only about life and death. Jia Yunzhen, you have great wisdom and read people's hearts. Going to Dingyuan Temple will definitely bring great fortune."

Jia Yunzhen's face was livid, but the blood and tear scars on his face turned blood red.

He was so wise that he never gambled on undecided situations, and he had already concluded that Jiang Moshu must have Ji Cuiyu's strength, so he ordered Tanzong not to let Ji Cuiyu play in the battle.

Who would have thought that Xuanhen Jianzong would be so shameless.

Seeing that he closed his eyes for three breaths and then opened them suddenly, cutting off the hesitation in his heart, Lang Sheng said,

"The victory or defeat is yet to be decided, if I lose, I will go with you.

But I learned a lesson from Ji Cuiyu earlier,

Don't assert too early in everything, and don't get complacent too early. "

……

The silver net fell, but it didn't even catch the shadow of the three spirit python swords.

Wherever the sword light passed, only the phantom of the green python showing its ferocious snake letter was left behind.

In the void, the sound of thunder roared like a tide, like an invisible life-threatening snake winding towards Jiang Shumer's place, with thrilling and unreasonable fear.

Seeing Jiang Moshu's angry face, Wu Ying's face showed a faint smile and pity.

As a result, before he breathed, this regretful smile condensed on his face, and Wu Ying whispered in surprise: "How is this possible?!"

I saw Jiang Moshu pinching the sword with his left hand, and pointing to the sky while spinning.

Ding! Ding!

Countless sword cries accompanied by the sound of broken glass.

In the void, there is like a cloud dragon running hidden in it, swimming freely, without seeing the murderous aura of swords and soldiers, or the streamer of flame tail.

All the monks on the cloud platform seemed to see a bone demon god clapping and singing wildly, and all the bones around him turned into invisible flying swords.

The three sword pythons were frozen in the immeasurable and invisible sword light, like insects in amber, unable to move.

A trace of sword energy pierced through the amber, but there was no trace of murderous energy, just like the sun rising and the moon sinking, the vicissitudes of the sea and the fields, it was natural.

The sword energy is formless and traceless, cutting all its shapes,

The sword qi has no intention of being boring, it kills its spirit to the fullest.

The monks on the cloud platform have never seen this kind of Shenao swordsmanship, and they only wished they could grow a few more eyes, so they didn't come here in vain.

Anyone who is not blind can tell that this is obviously a golden core-level swordsmanship supernatural power, but who would have thought that it would be used by this disciple of Ming Tanzong who was at the sixth rank of Ningzhen.

Many monks only heard the earth-shattering sound of silk tearing from the ring below, and immediately saw an unforgettable scene in the cloud mirror.

Wu Ying on the Xuanshi ring,

Under the Xuanshi ring, Huai Suimu and Qu Man,

The Xuanshi arena itself,

All were chopped into two pieces.

With the bang, half of the arena fell down the cliff like a mountain.

What followed was a loud and hearty voice that resounded through the world,

"Sorry, this arena is a bit dirty, so I cut it off, forgetting that this is the Xuanhen Sword Sect,

Coincidentally, my kendo supernatural power happens to be called,

Bones to kill Xuan! "

(End of this chapter)