Eight hundred and eighty-seventh chapter Xie Jianxian, worthy of the world
"Tsk, tsk, Qixuan Sword Formation?!"
In the blink of an eye, the body of the ancestor of the Five Mountains was trapped in the sword formation. Sword rain continued to fall from the sky, and "chichichi" shots were shot on his body. However, the ancestor of the Five Mountains had a strong undefeated spirit.
The demonic flames protected him. Those flying swords did not cause any harm to him. On the contrary, they aroused his violence. He waved his fists and kept smashing the flying swords away. His eyes were full of anger and he sneered: "You
Can the Broken Sword Formation withstand the five immortal mountains? Or can it withstand my five-finger cage?!"
As he spoke, images of mountains appeared in the sky, being dragged by the fingers of the ancestor of the Five Mountains.
"Why don't you leave quickly?!"
While Xie Yiying was controlling the Qixuan Sword Formation, she was roaring at the disciples, with both reluctance and sadness in her eyes.
"Master!"
A group of young disciples of the Lingyan Sword Sect looked at the scene in front of them, watching their master Xie Yiying's body continue to be annihilated under the offensive of the mountain weather. Their eyes were red, and they wanted to rush over to replace their master immediately.
"Walk!"
With a cry in his voice, Chen Mengjun raised his hand and used a series of natal flying swords to wrap up the bodies of a group of junior sisters. He cried loudly and said: "Master, we are leaving. If Mengjun has an afterlife, he is willing to be Master's disciple again."
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Xie Yiying endured the heavy pressure of the undefeated inner demon, and drove the Qixuan Sword Formation with tears streaming down her face to support herself: "Go, Mengjun..."
The next moment, Chen Mengjun dragged a group of fellow apprentices and turned into a bright sword light in the night sky and headed straight north.
She could only do this, otherwise she would be living up to her master's sacrifice. In the wind, Chen Mengjun shed tears like rain, wishing that she could die with her master, but she knew that she should not do this, and she could not do this, otherwise her master's sacrifice would be in vain.
Already.
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"boom!"
With a loud noise, dragged by the ancestor of the Five Mountains, a fairy mountain hit the Qixuan Sword Formation. Dozens of flying swords suddenly shattered, followed closely by the second and third fairy mountains.
With successive suppressions, more and more flying swords shattered in an instant. All the blood vessels in Xie Yiying's body were shattered one by one. The body of the Twelve Realm Sword Cultivator could not withstand the weight of the three fairy mountains. Her body was almost on the verge of collapse.
It collapsed in an instant, but Xie Yiying knew that Chen Mengjun and others could not go far in such a short period of time, and she still needed to delay for some more time.
Two natal flying swords jumped out and struck hard on the head of the ancestor of the Five Mountains, but they were not injured at all. The power of the ancestor of the Five Mountains was not within the Three Realms, and his body came from the remains of an ancient wind god.
, extremely solid, as he waved his fist, wisps of undefeated inner demon flames filled the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it ignited Xie Yiying's sword-holding arm.
An arm was swallowed up by flames, and most people could not bear this kind of heart-burning pain.
Xie Yiying shed tears, but she did not stop the movements of her hands at all. She controlled a seven-mysterious sword formation and continuously attacked the ancestor of the Five Mountains. She did not know where the nightmare in front of her came from or what it was, but she knew that he
Must die!
"Hmph, it's really ridiculous that the mayfly shakes the tree!"
The ancestor of the Five Mountains opened his left arm, and suddenly wisps of inner demon flames lingered between his five fingers. With a sneer in his eyes, he looked at Xie Yiying and said: "You are stubborn and ineffective. Since you want to die, let me give you a try."
What it feels like to be in a five-fingered prison!"
Saying that, the ancestor of the Five Mountains suddenly backhand, and the earth and the palm of his hand suddenly changed position. Xie Yiying, who was originally standing on the earth with a Seven-Xuan Sword Formation, felt that the sky and the earth were hanging upside down. The next moment, she had appeared in the palm of the ancestor of the Five Mountains.
When she got up, the demonic flames spread all over the sky, igniting her arms, back, chest, waist and other places. In the blink of an eye, Xie Yiying was burned like a burning person, and she no longer looked as beautiful as before.
"An ugly thing."
The ancestor of the Five Mountains sneered: "This is the consequences of resisting me."
In the palm of her hand, Xie Yiying gritted her teeth until Chen Mengjun and other disciples had already gone far away. She opened her five fingers on one hand and controlled the entire Seven Mysterious Sword Formation. She held the long sword in one hand and pointed towards the sky. Suddenly, the heart of the sword "buzzed".
" Trembling, the heart of this quasi-immortal sword is about to explode. Even if she dies, Xie Yiying wants to die with dignity instead of being burned to ashes.
"you?!"
The ancestor of Wuyue gritted his teeth. He really didn't expect that the female sword fairy in the human world could be so strong.
The next moment, he wanted to hold his palm, but it was too late.
"boom--"
The earth shook, and a blazing sword light shot up into the sky. Xie Yiying, the majestic Furong Prefecture Twelve Realm Great Sword Immortal, exploded her sword core, and her glorious life came to an end.
Along with the loud noise, the sword energy raged between heaven and earth. The entire arm of the ancestor of the Five Mountains was blown to pieces by Xie Yiying's self-destructing sword core, and the bones were exposed, but this was the remains of an ancient wind god, and the pain was
It hurt. In the next moment, strands of golden divine power continued to gather and began to reconstruct the shattered body of the ancestor of the Five Mountains. An arm like a white rock covered one grew back in the blink of an eye.
Between heaven and earth, only Xie Yiying’s sword luck has returned to the Southern Wilderness.
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"Master!"
In the distant mountains and forests, a group of female disciples of the Lingyan Sword Sect looked back with tears in their eyes.
Chen Mengjun burst into tears, but he still controlled his natal flying sword, carrying a group of fellow apprentices and flying into the distant mountains and forests at high speed. The farther the better, so that Master's sacrifice would be valuable.
In the distance, a majestic mountain range stretches across.
Nanyue, Wutong Mountain in the human world.
At this time, the golden body of a tiger on Wutong Mountain suddenly stood up, connected to the sky and the earth, holding a golden sword in his hand, and roared: "Disciples of the Lingyan Sword Sect, return to the land of the human race quickly, things will happen here.
Give me Duan Sheli!"
As he spoke, the Nanyue Mountain King suddenly struck out with his sword, and immediately a golden sword light separated the world and headed straight for the figure of the ancestor of the Five Mountains in the distant forest.
Nanyue guards the mountains and rivers, and no matter how strong the opponent is, Duan Sheli must use this sword!
For a moment, the weather in the mountain changed. Duan Sheli's sword penetrated the night sky and struck hard on the arm of the ancestor of the Five Mountains. For a moment, the arm of the ancestor of the Five Mountains trembled slightly, and he shook lightly.
With his arm, he dispersed all the Tiger Sword Intent that he had endured, and sneered: "A mere Nanyue Tiger dares to seek death like this?!"
With that said, the ancestor of the Five Mountains jumped into the air and rushed towards Nanyue at a speed of a hundred miles at a time.
In the mountain, a gray figure stood up.
It's Xie Yiying's soul. The soul of the Twelve Realm Sword Immortal is so powerful. His soul has been reunited not long after his death. At this moment, Xie Yiying is already a dead person, her body is annihilated, and her body is dead. She looks to the north, and she is still alive for the time being.
I am speechless. I am not used to the identity of such a wandering ghost. I just don’t know what happened to my disciples.
At this moment, in the mountains and forests in the distance, Xie Yiying saw the figure of a scholar. He was very young. He was dressed in a gray gown. He had the elegance of a scholar and the spirit of a mountain deity. When she saw Xie Yiying
The moment he died, the scholar gave a long bow to Xie Yiying and said softly: "Xie Jianxian, you are worthy of heaven and earth."
Suddenly, Xie Yiying burst into tears.
With these words, this life is enough.
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Changming Mountain, Yuehuaxuan.
Su Qingjiu stood up suddenly. She looked towards the south with her beautiful eyes, and she already had an insight into what happened in the south. The majestic leader of the Lingyan Sword Sect, Xie Yiying, the Great Sword Immortal of the Twelve Levels of Furong Prefecture, blew up her sword and died a few breaths ago.
The one who fought with Xie Yiying was extremely powerful and had a strange aura, not like a human being.
"Master!"
Su Qingjiu looked up at the sky and said softly: "Xiao Jiu'er should have been obedient, but... if Xiao Jiu'er doesn't take action at this moment, no one in the south can stop that monster!"
As she spoke, she dragged a sword beam straight south, and her voice echoed in the wind: "Xie Yiying, the Sword Immortal, died in the world. The world is about to encounter a catastrophe. Please guard Changming Mountain, brothers and sisters, and Su Qingjiu will go back as soon as possible!"
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Wutong Mountain.
In Nanyue, the Human Race, the Temple of the Tiger on Wutong Mountain is extremely majestic, and the incense is also very prosperous. At this time, the golden body of Nanyue Mountain Lord Duan Sheli stands on the top of the mountain. With a swing of his long sword, there is another straight sword light.
It struck out toward the south, but there was endless thunder in the night sky, and a force that could be called a "great terror" was breaking through the wind.
The Patriarch of the Five Mountains came, smashed Duan Sheli's second sword with a punch in the air, and then raised his fist, dragging a fairy mountain in the air and smashing it hard against Duan Sheli's body!
"..."
Duan Sheli's eyes were cold. He was a god in the early stage of the Twelve Realms. Sitting in Wutong Mountain was comparable to the early stage of the Thirteenth Realm. However, facing this fairy mountain of the ancestor of the Five Sacred Mountains, his Taoist heart kept trembling and he couldn't resist it at all.
live!
But at this moment, a beautiful figure suddenly fell down, wearing a red dress and white shirt. He held out a long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword buzzed and trembled, and just above the tip of the sword, there was a star with a Dharma form across it, and with a "clang" sound,
After resisting the fairy mountain that was struck by the wind, the tip of the sword suddenly bent slightly, and it blocked the fairy mountain forcefully.
Su Qingjiu is here.
"Su Jianxian!"
Duan Sheli's eyes were cold, looking at the man glowing with light golden light in the wind in front of him, he frowned and said: "What kind of thing is that? Why can it drag the fairy mountain, and why can it control ancient divine power?"
"It's just a sinful inner demon."
Su Qingjiu lightly pressed his sword against the fairy mountain, frowned and said: "Duan Sheli, go north immediately, leave Wutong Mountain and go to the border of Furong Prefecture."
"Why?!"
Duan Sheli gritted his teeth and said, "As the human Nanyue Mountain Lord, how can I retreat without a fight?"
"If I tell you to get out, just get out!"
Su Qingjiu raised her eyebrows gently and said: "Dongyue Ning Haoshou has already died once, do you Duan Sheli want to die again? I don't have the means to change the day and night, and I can't save you Duan Sheli."
Life, your death here will be meaningless, it is better to go back to Furong Prefecture quickly, hoping to make a comeback in the future."
"But..." Duan Sheli hesitated.
"roll!"
Su Qingjiu's eyes were cold: "Don't distract me here."
"knew!"
Duan Sheli gritted his teeth, with a look of humiliation on his face. He left Wutong Mountain and headed north in the blink of an eye. His Nanyue Mountain King sounds like he is in the Thirteenth Level, but his real combat power is simply incomparable.
The peak twelfth realm great swordsman in front of me is comparable to her, she is Su Qingjiu!
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In the wind, the Patriarch of the Five Mountains pressed down a fairy mountain, causing the tip of the Xunlu Sword in Su Qingjiu's hand to bend slightly. He gently opened his hand, dragging the second and third fairy mountains, and said with a smile: "Kill a Xie Yiying."
It's a small role, meaningless, but if I can kill one Su Qingjiu, tsk tsk, it will be a worthwhile trip." This chapter has been completed!
