Yuan Futu walked with his sword, shuttled through the dark sky, and kept recalling everything he had with Wan'er before, from the entrance to the entrance, to the desperate rescue with the blood-electricity mad lion, and in Pang's family.
The gentleness and affection of the mansion, he found that these memories were so deeply imprinted in his heart, which made his heart even more painful.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
He kept roaring hoarsely, and his tearful face was covered with sadness and anger, becoming extremely ferocious.
In a moment, we have arrived at the back mountain.
Not far away, five extremely huge ancient swords were suspended in the air, exuding brilliance of different colors. Billions of sword lights shuttled through the surrounding space. He could only vaguely see Qin Chuan's figure, and Sword Twelve
He was standing dozens of feet away, watching helplessly as this generation of sect leaders gradually disappeared.
"Twelve swords!"
Yuan Futu roared, and the Swift Wind Seal came to him in an instant. He raised the Zhuhuang Sword and released the killing intent of the sword, stabbing Jian Twelve on the shoulder, causing a stream of blood.
Jian Twelve did not move, and sneered: "Your killing sword has improved a lot. It seems that you want to kill me."
The stronger the murderous intention in his heart, the stronger the power of the killing sword. Yuan Futu roared: "Wan'er is dead, I want you to pay for it with your life!"
In an instant, the killing formation in the Zhuhuang Sword was activated, and the four sword shadows suddenly opened up, and a thick khaki color appeared on the sword's edge. The killing sword's sword intention became stronger and stronger, attacking Jian Twelve's face.
.
This sword combines all of Yuan Futu's tricks and power. There is no doubt that he only wants to die with Sword Twelve!
Jian Twelve's expression darkened, and Wang Jian slashed forward. All the secrets seemed to collapse at this moment, until the edge of Wang Jian touched the Zhuhuang Sword.
With a snap, the jagged tip of the Zhuhuang Sword was cut off abruptly.
"You came just in time. I will always eat your flesh and blood. Now leave the Chaos Spiritual Treasure to me!" One sword broke Yuan Futu's strongest blow, and Jian Twelve stretched out his white bone hand again,
He grabbed Yuan Futu's chest.
This time, Wan'er could no longer sacrifice her life to save him. Yuan Futu could only watch the slender fingers piercing his chest, almost touching his heart.
Death is so close.
However, at this moment, a green sword suddenly appeared in Yuan Futu's mind.
This sword seems ordinary. Even a blacksmith with poor skills can forge it. However, it became no longer ordinary because it fell into the hands of a scholar a thousand years ago. It has killed countless masters and created Tianxuan.
The most glorious glory of the Sword Sect.
This was the third time Yuan Futu had sensed this Qingfeng Sword, and he suddenly realized that this was the center of the Jingshen Formation and the entrance to the secret realm of the Sword Tomb.
In the secret territory of the Sword Tomb, those dim spiritual treasures were scattered all over the ground, and only a blue long sword was inserted into the cave wall.
The Qingfeng Sword seemed to have been summoned. It was trembling violently. It was pulled out with a squeaking sound. It passed through the endless space and came directly to the back mountain. It turned into a green edge and sneered.
Cut off a section of the pale forearm.
The possessed Jian Twelve did not feel the pain. He was more concerned about the sword that came from the sky. Especially when he saw the appearance of the sword body, his face suddenly turned pale and he said in a deep voice: "The first sect master
...Qingfeng Sword!"
Blood flowed from Yuan Futu's chest. The wound was deep, but not fatal. Yuan Futu saw the Qingfeng sword that appeared in his mind and said: "It turns out that the visualization at that time was not an illusion. It was you who was calling me."
Right?"
The Qingfeng Sword is silent, like a god in front of it, no one dares to invade it.
Jian Twelve clenched his teeth and shouted angrily: "So what if it's the Qingfeng Sword, it's just a supreme spiritual treasure. How can it resist my King's Sword!"
After saying that, he raised his sword and was about to chop it off.
Suddenly, there was an explosion in the void, and thick and rolling demonic energy filled the sky, shattering an earth-yellow ancient sword into pieces.
The confinement was broken, and Qin Chuan slowly walked out of the raging river of demonic energy, his eyes glowing red, but the wounds on his body had long since disappeared, but the black lines seemed to become more ferocious and covered a larger area.
, a sturdy totem of an ancient demon can be clearly seen on the chest.
"How... how is it possible?" Jian Twelve did not expect that Qin Chuan would break the confinement of the Jingshen Formation, and at this moment, the strength of the Demon Sect Master seemed to be countless times more powerful than before.
Qin Chuan said solemnly: "I haven't fought for a hundred years, so it will take a little longer to unlock the seal."
"Seal?" Jian Twelve noticed the endless demonic energy like the ocean, and couldn't help but become frightened.
Qin Chuan nodded slightly, "My power is too strong, so strong that I can't even control it myself, so I can only seal half of my power."
half?!
"Could it be that he only used 50% of his strength to fight with himself just now?" Jian Twelve had a look of disbelief on his face.
Qin Chuan shrugged his shoulders, made a creaking sound, and let out a contented sigh toward the sky, saying: "I haven't felt so hearty in a long time. This feeling is very comfortable."
Jian Twelve gritted his teeth and ignored Yuan Futu. He teleported to the high-altitude clouds, controlled the remaining four ancient swords, and launched an attack on Qin Chuan at the same time. He did not believe that what he said was true.
, how can there be such a perverted strong man in this world.
Qin Chuan looked at the four huge ancient swords coming towards him. The demonic energy in his body was shaking, causing cracks to be torn out in the surrounding void. Black flames were flowing around the edges of the cracks, as if the world was a fragile white sheet.
Paper, and the flames are burning.
Seeing a sword of darkness coming towards him, Qin Chuan kicked out, his instep pressing against the front of the ancient sword, which seemed to contain tens of millions of kilograms of force.
With a bang, the first half of the ancient sword shattered into countless fragments, and the power evolved from the eight-level formation was completely destroyed.
At this time, a blue ancient sword hit his vest hard, but it did not explode like before. Instead, it was like an ice pick piercing the steel, and it shattered with a bang.
Regardless of attack or defense, it seems that Qin Chuan's physical body has reached the pinnacle of this world.
Jian Twelve swallowed, the muscles on his face twitching.
At this moment, Yuan Futu looked at the Qingfeng sword in front of him, slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword.
In an instant, the infinite power and fragments of consciousness sealed inside merged into his mind.