Chapter 212 Chapter 212 The Sword of the First Suzerain
Yuan Futu's body was glowing with crystal light, which contained a powerful power that he had never felt in his life. This was the powerful cultivation of the first sect master sealed in the Qingfeng Sword.
In just an instant, the Yuan Shen Sea became full, and the Chaos Spiritual Treasure seemed to be reborn, trying its best to absorb this power, for fear of wasting even the slightest bit.
But in Yuan Futu's mind, many blurry and yellowed images emerged, which recorded the life of the first sect master, and contained extremely precious cultivation experience and the secrets of formations.
Suddenly, under the blessing of this powerful true energy, Yuan Futu's eyes changed. The whites of his eyes were gradually infected with blood, while the dark pupils glowed with a cold purple light, with a magatama inside.
It flows slowly, as if it contains endless mystery.
The second realm, Shura Eye!
Holding the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, Yuan Futu looked through the Shura Eyes and saw the frail scholar who seemed to be going to Beijing to take the exam. He was standing in front of him, with a green shirt and a faint and elegant smile on his lips.
.
"The first sect leader..."
Yuan Futu swallowed hard and felt that this illusion was extremely real.
The first sect master raised the sword in his hand and said calmly: "Beat it, I will help you!"
A few short words, but they deeply shocked Yuan Futu, making him build up endless self-confidence. He nodded vigorously, then stared at Jian Twelve, the anger in his heart had reached the extreme, and he waved out the sword in his hand.
Qingfeng Sword.
"No...I haven't lost yet!"
Jian Twelve grabbed it with one hand and held the last sword of light transformed by the Shocking God Array in his hand. At the same time, he waved the King Sword, and both swords were about to attack Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan unlocked the seal, and his cultivation had broken through the shackles. He stared at Jian Twelve with cold eyes, without any emotional fluctuations, and he didn't pay attention to these two sword lights at all.
The moment Jian Twelve launched his offensive, an incredible sword intent rumbled from behind, mixed with the power of annihilating the world, and the sky-burning rage inside seemed to be burning fiercely.
This sword intention was very familiar to Jian Twelve. He was a little shocked. How could Yuan Futu refine the wrathful sword, and what happened to this fierce sword intention. At this moment, he felt threatened.
He had to turn his head and saw a shocking sight.
I saw a scholar in a green shirt, holding a green-edged sword, coming through the air. The ordinary sword in his hand seemed to be able to kill gods and Buddhas, and the anger in it that could pour out all the world was released.
It crushed the surrounding void and made a hissing sound.
"The first sect master!"
That portrait had been enshrined in the Tianxuan Palace for thousands of years. It was impossible for Jian Twelve not to recognize this face. In shock, he actually forgot to resist, and saw the sword piercing his vest.
When I looked up again, there was no trace of the first sect leader, only the ferocious and angry face of Yuan Futu.
"I want you to be buried with Wan'er!"
Yuan Futu pushed hard until it reached the hilt of the sword, and the bloodshot tip protruded from his chest.
At this moment, Qin Chuan stepped forward, turned around and came to the front of Jian Twelve, and punched three times in a row.
The first punch! The sword of light shattered, was swept up by the mountain wind, and dissipated in the air.
The second punch! Jian Twelve’s right arm was torn off by the force of the punch, and Wang Jian escaped.
The third punch! Hit Jian Twelve’s abdomen, blasting the sea of souls in the Heaven Transformation realm into pieces.
"ah!"
Jian Twelve screamed hysterically. He seemed to have already felt that his feet had stepped into the faint underworld. The cold eyes of the Lord of Hell were staring at him, waiting to harvest this possessed soul.
Qin Chuan took a deep breath, and the dark lines on his body gradually faded, and finally returned to his previous fair skin and handsome face, and said: "It's over."
"No...impossible...I haven't completed my mission yet...I still want to bring Jianzong back to prosperity..." Jian Twelve said hoarsely, but his voice became smaller and smaller. He turned his head with difficulty,
Looking at Yuan Futu who was still holding the hilt of the sword, he said firmly: "Why... is he the first sect leader?"
He couldn't understand why he saw the appearance of the first sect master before.
Yuan Futu opened his left eye wide, magatama flowing inside, and said: "The eyes of the dead can see the past through endless years, but the Shura eyes can resurrect the power of history. Those who have died, as long as they are willing, I can use this
One eye calls them, this is the true eye of reincarnation."
"So...that's it...is this the Chaos Spiritual Treasure..." Jian Twelve sighed longly, thick black blood continued to drip from his mouth, and said: "I never thought that my dignified master of the Sword Sect would end up like this...
Such a tragic end."
"You can only blame yourself. Wang Jian's demonic nature has been deeply rooted in your heart, and you can't blame others." Yuan Futu said solemnly.
Jian Twelve shook his head, "But...I'm not wrong...Whether I use the King Sword...Whether I intend to swallow the Chaos Spiritual Treasure in your body...I just want the Sword Sect to regain its glory...I don't
wrong!"
"They are all excuses. Should Wan'er die!?" Yuan Futu roared angrily.
Jian Twelve sneered miserably, turned around, looked at Qin Chuan, and said, "I don't understand...why you came to help him?"
"If he can keep my daughter safe, I can keep him safe." Qin Chuan's tone was cold and firm.
Jian Twelve laughed sarcastically: "But do you know... Li Cangtian died in his hands?"
Qin Chuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Yuan Futu in disbelief. His two fists clenched tightly involuntarily, making a creaking sound.
"Hahaha... Otherwise, how could the Chaos Spiritual Treasure be in his hands... I didn't expect that the person he saved in the end would be an enemy who must be killed..."
Jian Twelve's voice became weaker and weaker, but echoed in Qin Chuan's mind more and more clearly.
"Die!"
With one punch, Jian Twelve's body seemed to be cut into hundreds or thousands of regular small pieces by the force of the punch, wrapped in a blood mist, and dissipated in the air.
At this moment, Jian Twelve has been completely destroyed.
Yuan Futu held the Qingfeng Sword, looked at Qin Chuan's face through the thick blood mist, and said solemnly: "Back in Kunlun Mountain, I faced a choice that could change my destiny. One was the righteous way, and the other was awe-inspiring.
Demon Gate, in my consciousness at that time, the demon was the demon and the demon should be killed, so my stick fell on Li Cangtian’s head.”
Perhaps Fang would be very pleased to hear these words, because the decision he made at that time would not change because of those few hundred taels of silver. In the heart of this mountain man, he still has some ambitions and his own principles.