The seventh day is destined to be the day that determines the survival of Tianxuan Sword Sect.
The Beiming Sect has a thousand-year foundation, but there are hundreds of disciples in the inner sect. The entire sect is moving in full force, going over the mountains and ridges, constantly approaching the Tianxuan Sword Sect.
Feng Chenzi didn't use the flying sword, but he could fly in the air. His green clothes were not stained by dust, and he had his hands behind his back, looking as ethereal as an immortal.
The elder Gong Liangqing followed cautiously. He has been in the Beiming Sect longer than Feng Chenzi. He has served two generations of sect leaders. He is a person who knows how to adapt to changes and adapt to the changing circumstances. He is quite motivated and acts according to the circumstances.
He has always been steady, but his mood at this time was extremely complicated. He felt that under this seemingly brilliant strategy, there was an undercurrent and unpredictable variables.
Feng Chenzi still looked indifferent, as if he had everything in hand.
If you want to deal with the Tianxuan Sword Sect, you don't need to send out the entire sect at all, not to mention paying such a high price to borrow the swords from the Jiuyou Sect and the Dragon God Sect, so the Beiming Sect sent out all their troops, obviously wanting to make a fool of themselves.
bird.
"What about the two sects?" Feng Chenzi asked.
Gong Liangqing had already set up spies to monitor the movements of the two sects, and said: "They have already set off, and they may be a little late. Do we have to wait here?"
"No need, let's go meet the Sword Sect first and see what their tricks are." Feng Chenzi chuckled lightly, moved his steps slightly, but his whole person disappeared into the gray clouds.
Gong Liangqing turned around and looked at the hundreds of disciples of the sect, his face became more solemn.
Tianxuan Sword Sect.
Yuan Futu, dressed in black like ink dye, stood in front of the square, with the Zhuhuang Sword inserted in front of him.
One person and one sword, waiting for the arrival of the Beiming Sect.
At this time, Xiao Nan came over and said: "The outer disciples have been placed in the back mountain. As long as we guard here, there will be no danger."
Among the disciples, the outer sect disciples accounted for a large proportion, more than ten times that of the inner sect disciples. They did not have the strength to defend themselves against the enemy, so they were temporarily placed in the back mountains to avoid being affected by this fierce battle.
"The disciples of the three major sword houses are led by each sword master respectively. I have distributed all the spiritual treasures in stock. Wang Cannian has also prepared pills, and everything is ready."
Yuan Futu said: "How is Elder Nangong doing?"
"I'm fine." Nangong Qiu Shuilian walked over, her charm undiminished, but her face was slightly pale, with a hint of illness, and said: "After swallowing Master Forgotten Sword's elixir, my true energy has recovered a little.
, but I can fight Feng Chenzi for another three hundred rounds."
Yuan Futu smiled and said: "Don't worry, Feng Chenzi belongs to me. I wonder how sure you are of dealing with that Gong Liangqing?"
"Ten percent." Nangong Qiushui said without hesitation. Although he has not yet reached his peak state, he has no problem dealing with Gong Liangqing in the middle stage of Tianmang.
Xiaonan sighed and said with a wry smile: "For many years, Jianzong has never been threatened by this kind of threat, but I didn't expect that today is the day when our survival will be decided."
Nangong Qiushui said: "Although the Sword Sect has declined, it still occupies a place in the sect's territory in the imperial court. Feng Chenzi did this undoubtedly to break the balance. No one knows what will happen in the future."
Once the balance is broken, it means the emergence of predators. In this era of scarce resources, if you don't want to be robbed, then become a predator. Then all sects will become like wolves and tigers in this wave.
of bandits.
Although this formation is very powerful, Feng Chenzi is still a master at the peak of Tianmang. Even the slightest difference between the realms will have infinite variables. If it fails, thousands of disciples will die because of this. The thoughtful Yuan Futu
Naturally, he expected this and said, "If this line of defense is broken, I will draw my sword."
Xiaonan and Nangong Qiushui both had shocked expressions on their faces.
"If the Qingfeng Sword is drawn out, Wang Jian's seal will also be released."
That King Sword forged from the bones of a real demon really caused a bloody storm in the Tianxuan Sword Sect. It was almost like a nightmare for everyone, and it had not been mentioned by anyone for nearly twenty years.
"What I drew is the King's Sword."
This is Yuan Futu's worst plan. Wang Jian is a spiritual treasure that is close to becoming an immortal weapon, and it is also the sword sect's last trump card.
When you draw your sword, you become possessed, which is equivalent to forcing yourself into a desperate situation.
"Don't forget your identity. There is only one Sword Thirteen. If you really want to draw the sword, it will be me." Nangong Qiushui's tone was cold, but it revealed a majesty that could not be refuted.
Yuan Futu shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm just preparing for the worst. Who said I would be so pessimistic."
Nangong Qiushui's expression condensed and she remained silent.
At this moment, Xiaodouzi rushed over and said: "Brother Futu, the Beiming Sect is here!"
"Didn't you go to the mine?"
Xiaodouzi nodded and said: "Beiming is moving in full force, pointing directly at Sword Sect!"
"Ring the bell!" Xiao Nan said in a deep voice: "Good guy, you are just here to destroy my Sword Sect!"
Xiaodouzi nodded and rushed to the front of the Tianxuan Palace. With one hand, he held down the moss-mottled century-old wooden heart.
above the clock.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dull bells instantly covered the entire Sword Sect, and the disciples of the Sect led by the Sword Master immediately tensed up their nerves. At this moment of life and death, most of them seemed very nervous, but no one had the intention to give up. It seemed that everyone was feeling nervous.
They have all made up their minds to accept death as home.
They stood in front of the main peak, and behind them were the lives of the outer disciples who came forward and the thousands-year-old foundation of the Sword Sect, which did not allow them to take a step back.
Yuan Futu raised his head and saw that the dark sky was full of thick clouds. In the distance, hundreds of disciples in green were shuttled through the clouds and mist, and in an instant they had arrived in front of the main peak.
At the same time, Feng Chenzi's left foot had already stepped on the stone bricks in the square.
The disciples around him were shocked and didn't know how he appeared.
Only Yuan Futu's eyes were always fixed on that place, as if he had already made a prediction.
Miso!
The next moment, more than a dozen flying swords came quickly and fiercely.
However, before the sharp sword light could get close, it had already dimmed, like straw piercing the steel, falling to the ground feebly.
An attack of this level would not pose the slightest threat to practitioners at the peak of Tianmang.
Feng Chenzi said calmly: "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill people, I'm just here to watch a good show."
"I don't know what you, the Lord of Beiming, want to see?" Yuan Futu said calmly.
Feng Chenzi smiled and said: "Of course it depends on how your Sword Sect perishes."
Suddenly, wisps of black air flow escaped on the main peak, which contained extremely strong decay and refining meaning!