Chapter four hundred and seventy-two sacrificial sword
Chu Cheng's body was filled with qi and blood, and the billowing black energy was like a pillar, soaring straight into the sky.
Xiao Jingyun faced the enemy with his aura rising, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Six fellow Taoists from the Li family, please get out of the way." Xiao Jingyun looked at the six golden elixir monks from the Li Family Fort, with thunder in his eyes.
"I want to kill the thief who killed my son with my own hands!" the gray-haired middle-aged man from Lijiabao said fiercely, refusing to retreat.
When Chu Cheng saw this, he frowned. This battle might not last long. With his consciousness, he saw seven rainbows flying quickly from thousands of miles away.
Under these seven rainbows, Chu Cheng saw Liu Xiren and Di Duxiu. A group of seven of them also rushed back to Lijiabao from the Eight Hundred Miles Mountains.
If these seven people rush back to Lijiabao and are under the powerful siege of fourteen Jindan monks, it will be difficult to retreat unless most of them are killed.
Chu Cheng wanted to end this battle as soon as possible and wanted to know how strong Xiao Jingyun, who was ranked twenty-second on the land rankings, was.
Without thinking, Chu Cheng flashed past, came directly in front of the gray-haired middle-aged man, and punched out.
With this punch, Chu Cheng secretly used 80% of his power and directly punched the middle-aged man to the ground.
This punch was so powerful that if Chu Cheng hadn't left behind the force, he could have directly killed the early Jindan cultivator from Lijiabao on the spot.
The gray-haired middle-aged man screamed and fainted.
"Seeking death!" Xiao Jingyun suddenly became murderous when he saw that the skinny old man had seriously injured a man on the spot in front of him.
"Dragon Thunder Transformation!" Xiao Jingyun shouted loudly, purple thunder surged crazily around him, and another bolt of thunder fell straight from the sky, swirling around the sword in his hand.
A dragon roared, and the thunder that had just fallen from the sky turned into purple in an instant, and then turned into a purple thunder dragon in an instant, entangled in his sword.
Another sword strike!
The sword light drew a long shadow in the night sky, which was a divine dragon filled with purple thunder.
This sword shadow is full of domineering and unparalleled momentum, as if thunder and punishment are coming to the world, giving people a feeling of inescapability.
The faces of the five golden elixir monks in Lijiabao changed drastically, and the pupils of their eyes shrank sharply.
"Is this the strength of the top 100 people on the Earth Ranking?" Someone exclaimed. They are both Golden Core cultivators, but there is such a huge gap between them.
Xiao Jingyun gave them the feeling that they were facing a Nascent Soul cultivator. The same was true for the other person.
The night wind invaded the inner palace, and the thunder was as bright as the evening glow, covering the entire sky.
Inner mansion, outer mansion. Everyone held their breath.
Everyone present was invaded by the thunder, covering it silently and blatantly declaring its tyranny. The five golden elixir monks in Lijiabao had a feeling that if they were hit by this sword, they would definitely die, and even
Both form and spirit are destroyed.
So how should the skinny old man deal with it?
At this moment, a white shadow flashed past and came to Xiao Jingyun.
It is Xie Yu played by Li Shanling.
"Let me come!" Li Shanling shouted and stabbed with his sword.
"Get lost!" Chu Cheng shouted, but he knew exactly what Li Shanling was going to do.
Chu Cheng directly punched out, only to hear a muffled groan, Li Shanling's body flew directly backwards, and hit the ruins a mile away.
"How dare you!" Xiao Jingyun's expression changed when he saw Xie Yu being punched out.
Xie Yu's father is the master of Yifeng. As the strongest Jindan disciple of Qiyue Sect, but he failed to protect his son, he will also be implicated in anger and will inevitably be punished.
He drew his sword, and invisible destruction radiated from Xiao Jingyun's body, scattering into the night.
With one strike of the sword, two purple thunder dragons galloped in the air. Following the strike, they roared towards Chu Cheng, leaving two bright long marks in the night sky that turned into day.
This was a killing blow. A strike from a Golden Core cultivator actually disrupted this space.
The blade of the sword and the two purple thunder dragons were clearly reflected in Chu Cheng's eyes. Naturally, he felt the terrifying power.
Facing this sword, Chu Cheng had already imagined many ways to deal with it in his mind, but he did not attack it immediately.
Instead, I remembered a scene and several people.
It was a sword in the hand of a stunning woman with a unibrow, and two middle-aged monks who sacrificed their lives to let him leave.
Li Xiangrong, Xiao Mo.
"In the land of the East China Sea, the Changsheng Sword Sect is the most powerful. In the first battle with the Qiyue Sect, Chu sacrificed two fellow Taoists with swords to let them know whose sword is the master in the East."
He waved his hand towards the daylight.
In the daytime, there is one more thing. One thing, a sword. A long sword.
The sword light is still bright in the daytime, and you can clearly see the slight flash of sword light at the front.
The ripples in the air are the invisible sword intent.
Xiao Jingyun's sword finally came, and its terrifying killing intent was already a foot away.
Facing this sword, Chu Cheng just pushed the sword out gently.
Pushing out is an action, and this action is just a simple sword. A straight sword.
This sword is as light as a feather.
This sword is heavier than Mount Tai. This is the sword of the Changsheng Sword Sect. It is just a simple sword, but it is extremely domineering.
Finally, the two swords collided together. A loud sound echoed throughout the inner palace, and purple light once again covered the day.
The sky here has turned purple. Among the purple, there is still a little white light that cannot be covered up.
When the sword was drawn out, a cold wind arose, and the mountains came down with the sword, causing the earth to roar.
The thunder dragon roared, and the ground trembled and cracked. Under this endless purple light, the two figures were in a stalemate for a while.
Xiao Jingyun's heart stirred. He didn't expect that this skinny old man could be so strong, and that sword could be so heavy.
"Eternal Life Sword Sect?" Xiao Jingyun suddenly thought of the famous Eternal Life Sword Sect, and his expression suddenly changed.
Only the Changsheng Sword Sect can have such a heavy sword.
"That's not right. If you practice Tai Chi in the sword, this is the Immortal Sword Sect."
Likewise, Chu Cheng was also shocked. With this sword, Chu Cheng had already used 70% of his strength. But it was on par with Xiao Jingyun.
"The twenty-two strong ones on the Earth Ranking want me to force out 70% of their strength. How many percent do the top three have?"
The top ten on the Earth Ranking are ranked one step at a time. There is a big gap in strength. I am afraid that Chu Cheng will have to use all his strength against the person who is number one on the Earth Ranking.
Chu Cheng's eyes flashed, and he raised his momentum by 75%. Suddenly, an extremely dense shaking sound sounded from the ground, like a war drum, trembling with bang.
The cold light in the sword became even more intense. In the bodies of the two purple thunder dragons, the countless densely packed thin horizontal lines were the pressure of Chu Cheng's sword.
Xiao Jingyun's expression suddenly changed. The weight of the sword became even heavier, making his arms numb and leaving deep marks under his feet under the pressure.
Under this sword, he could neither retreat nor move. He could only fight with the sword. Once he retreated, he would be doomed.
However, the sword became heavier and heavier. The pressure made him retreat step by step, and his body bones creaked. Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
"No! Fellow Daoist Xiao is no match for this thief!" When several Jindan monks from Lijiabao saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed.
"Fight!"
The five golden elixir monks all took action and slashed at Chu Cheng.
"It's time to stop."
Facing these five attacks, Chu Cheng dropped the female corpse in his hand and resisted the five bombardments. His sword-holding hand secretly withdrew its strength.
The dragon roar suddenly roared loudly again, instantly breaking through the pressure of the mountain and penetrating Chu Cheng.
There was a scream, and in Xiao Jingyun's sword, the wind roared and pieces of flesh flew into the sky.