Chapter 126 Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!
Chapter 126 Ten thousand swords return to the clan!
When Ye Xiaochuan was shocked, his suspicion suddenly seemed to be confirmed. After all, what he was most worried about happened at this moment, right in front of his eyes!
In the sky, the flames that burned fiercely like a sea of fire gradually dissipated.
A moment later, the countless flaming swords hanging in the air began to move again.
The two flaming air swords merged with each other during the shuttle, forming a larger flaming air sword, and then merged again, forming an even larger air sword.
In the blink of an eye, the number of densely packed flaming air swords in the sky was getting smaller and smaller, but the new ones were getting bigger and bigger. From the initial three-foot air sword, after a while, there were only dozens of them flying in the sky.
A huge flaming sword with a handle about one foot long.
The most terrifying thing is that these dozens of huge flaming swords are actually fused with each other!
Finally, an incredibly large flaming giant sword appeared in mid-air, nearly ten feet long. The flames were restrained, as if vanadium iron had been roasted and reddened in the flames.
Everyone looked up at the incredibly large flaming sword in the sky, and almost everyone opened their mouths.
No one spoke, no one made any movement, and it seemed that they had even forgotten to breathe.
Until a scream rang out in the square.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect! This is the highest state of the Eight Divine Sword Styles. Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"
This scream, full of excitement and shock, was like a meteorite falling from the sky and smashing into the calm lake.
The surrounding disciples exclaimed, marveled, and were shocked one after another. So far in the fight, they have never used this move of Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Sect!
At this moment, not only were the countless disciples watching the battle in the square agitated, but even the dozens of elders outside the Samsara Hall were moved when they saw the huge flaming sword in the sky.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
Mu Chenxian, the elder of Xuantian Sect, said these four words in surprise.
The other elders around him were all talking about it.
Only Ye Xiaochuan's master, Zui Taoist, and Gu Pan'er's master, Master Jingxuan, did not say a word.
Both of them stared deeply at the two people above the high stage. For some reason, there was no surprise or shock in the eyes of these two people at this moment, only deep worry. It was like that unparalleled flame.
The Qi Sword touched the dark places in their hearts at the same time, making them appear a little uneasy.
"Amazing, really amazing!"
Su Xiaoyan suddenly touched her palm and said: "Senior Sister Jingxuan, this disciple of yours, Gu Pan'er, is really amazing. He actually understood the Eight Forms of Divine Sword to the Mahayana realm! It's amazing, it's amazing!"
Master Jingxuan glanced at Su Xiaoyan silently, with a wry smile, but in the end she only said, "Senior Sister Su, thank you," and then stopped talking, but the worry in Master Jingxuan's eyes seemed to be more intense.
It’s thicker.
Cangyun Sect's four major sword techniques, each of which can destroy the heaven and earth when practiced to the extreme.
Although the Eighth Form of Divine Sword has a low starting point and can be practiced as long as you reach the realm of controlling the sky, the power of the last move of the Eighth Form of Divine Sword, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, cannot be underestimated.
Everyone understood this, so they were shocked when they saw that Gu Pan'er could forcefully activate the most powerful move of the Eight Divine Sword Styles.
In this Cangyun Sect Grand Examination, there has never been a disciple who can urge these ten thousand swords to return to the sect.
Even a thousand years ago, during the internal disciple test during Cangyun Sect's heyday, it was rare to see any young disciples who could master this move.
At this moment, it was undoubtedly the climax of the ten-day battle. Everyone was excited, raising their hands and cheering, calling Fairy Burning Smoke, Fairy Burning Smoke...
Perhaps because Wan Jian Guizong's reputation is so great that it attracts most people's attention, it makes people temporarily forget about the other protagonist of this battle, Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan's face looked gloomy and uncertain at the moment. He stared at the huge flaming sword and his throat moved.
This was the second time in his life that he saw someone urging Wan Jian to return to his clan.
The first time was more than three months ago, on that calm night at Siguo Cliff in the back mountain, Yun Qiyou, dressed in white, danced his sword crazily in the back mountain, urging Wanjian to return to his clan. One sword stabbed Siguo Cliff.
The Broken Sword Peak where it was located almost shook the entire peak.
At this moment, when this huge qi sword appeared in front of him again, Ye Xiaochuan was a little scared. He didn't know how to break Gu Pan'er's almost unrivaled powerful sword.
It is said that all martial arts in the world can be defeated, but only those who are fast cannot be defeated. It seems to be a lie. When the level difference is too big, you can completely crush the opponent regardless of the opponent's speed.
Under this huge red sword, Ye Xiaochuan and the green qi sword spinning around him were as small as ants.
Boom...
The huge flame sword slowly rotated, and a harsh roar immediately emitted from the sky and the earth. When the sword's edge was facing Ye Xiaochuan and his seemingly unbreakable defensive sword circle, everyone was thinking, Ye Xiaochuan
You will definitely lose.
Many disciples even started shouting loudly, asking Ye Xiaochuan to abandon his sword and admit defeat.
At this moment, among the few female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu outside the crowd, Ning Xiangruo was not too surprised and said: "Gu Pan'er can indeed activate this move, but why should he activate it in this battle?
Zhao was originally supposed to stay at Duantian Cliff to fight, but now in a few days, I am afraid that the world of cultivation will know that she can control ten thousand swords and return to the sect, and it will be difficult for her to have miraculous effects in the Duantian Cliff fighting arena."
Yun Qiyou's eyes silently stared at the young man in green on the stage, and said calmly: "Senior Sister Gu is indeed careless. In front of so many foreign disciples, she rashly urged Wan Jian to return to the sect, and revealed herself prematurely.
If she uses her own trump card and fights at Duantianya, she probably won't even be able to make it into the top forty."
Speaking of this, she suddenly shifted her gaze from the young man in green to the divine sword shining with blue light in his hand.
She said slowly: "Ye Xiaochuan is entangled with Gu Pan'er, and he is a man of good reputation. I'm afraid that if this battle of skills continues, the consequences will be very troublesome."
Ning Xiangruo frowned slightly and said, "Junior sister, do you think this little cunning guy still has a chance?"
Yun Qiyou was silent for a while, then seemed to sigh softly and said, "Maybe."
Yang Liudi said: "Little junior sister, how is this possible! Who can block this move if Ten Thousand Swords Returns to the Sect? Yes, Ye Xiaochuan's weird defensive sword circle is very powerful, but facing Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect... only
I'm afraid the only thing I'll get is a beating."
Everyone nodded, obviously feeling that Ye Xiaochuan would not be able to take Gu Pan'er's move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan no matter what. Only Yun Qi was humorous and speechless.
Ning Xiangruo glanced at Yun Qiyou and saw that Yun Qiyou's eyes seemed a little worried, a little hesitant, and seemed a little confused.
She said: "Little junior sister, what's wrong with you?"
Yun Qiyou shook her head slightly, said nothing, and withdrew her gaze. Instead, she looked in the direction of the many senior elders outside the Reincarnation Hall. For some reason, there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
