Sure enough, just an instant later, a purple-gold sword light that was invisible to the physical body flashed in. Silently and without a trace, it suddenly erupted from the side of Zhuang Wudao.
"Xuantian Divine Sword"
Although he had never seen it before, at this moment, Zhuang Wudao could identify it with just one glance. This was the Xuan Sheng Sect's sect-suppressing weapon, the Xuantian Divine Sword.
——If you think that the weapon of a large sect to suppress religion must be majestic and majestic, you are totally wrong.
The Xuantian Divine Sword of the Xuansheng Sect can be opened and closed in a wide and majestic manner, but it can also be cunning and sinister, and the sword can go astray, just like this time.
‘Ding,’ a soft sound shook the void. But it was the Taixiao Yin Yang Sword that stopped at the side in time. The two swords clashed, but the Gantian Sect’s sect-suppressing weapon bounced away in the opposite direction.
Zhuang Wudao could even clearly hear the sound of surprise coming from the thoughts within the sword body. He seemed puzzled that with the power of the Xuantian Divine Sword, it seemed that it was not able to survive the confrontation with Zhuang Wudao. enemy.
After being plotted against like this, Zhuang Wudao had no intention of giving up. His temperament has always been unreasonable. The Taixiao Yin and Yang Sword split up instantly and chased away. The shadow of the purple gold sword tried to escape from the mouth. On top of that, there were even slashes and bullets. In one breath, there were more than twenty slashes. They were extremely precise, and they were almost all slashed in the same direction.
The vast sword energy carried by the Xuantian Divine Sword was knocked to pieces by Zhuang Wudao's pair of Yin and Yang swords in just a moment, and it was in a miserable state.
However, after more than twenty consecutive sword blows, Zhuang Wudao had to turn his attention back. A sword light was coming from the west direction. The strike was still sharp and sharp from a distance of five thousand miles. to,
If it weren't for the space of this ancient battlefield, which was vast enough and the war spirit's thoughts condensed for millions of years, it would have been powerful enough. It would have been almost torn apart by this sword.
Zhuang Wudao let out a chuckle, flicked the fist of the big stone-slammer, and the strength of the 30 million elephant fist reached its peak. He just slapped it diagonally with his palm and smashed it into pieces just before the thousand-foot-long sword came. .
But at this moment, Zhuang Wudao's palm also showed a trace of blood. With his fourth-level indestructible golden body and the gloves left by the Demon Lotus, he was still cut by this sword light.
Just like before, he broke through Huai Guan's immovable root seal,
"The Divine Frontier of Heaven and Earth"
Zhuang Wudao raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a sense of self-mockery. A Taoist body like Tiandi Shenfeng was born to condense the sharpest Gengjin Qi in this time.
In front of this number one person in the world, my own domineering body and strong body are not enough.
However, that's all. What's the use of a sword that can't cut anyone?
The figure changed and flickered, moving and flying in the light of the continuous slashing swords, ethereal and comfortable, and continued to fly forward unscathed.
In the sky, there was an explosion again.
"Shu Zi, don't be arrogant"
A thunderous roar suddenly emanated from the purple gold sword light. The wielder of the Xuantian Divine Sword was clearly angry because of the previous embarrassing setback. As soon as he regained his composure, he launched a frantic counterattack.
"Xuantian borrows spirit, holy sword and divine punishment"
The brilliant sword light suddenly exploded with thousands of thunder lights. The sword energy surged tenfold in an instant. It was so powerful and powerful that it brought up thousands of feet of fierce light and suddenly swung down.
Wherever it passed, the earth split apart. All the ghosts were purified and extinguished. The huge force tightly locked Zhuang Wudao's soul. It locked it with all its strength, oppressing every space of Zhuang Wudao.
"Arrogant?"
When Zhuang Wudao saw this, he burst into laughter. Without dodging or dodging, his body actually collided directly with the huge sword light, and his escape speed became faster and faster.
The Taixiao Yin-Yang Sword slashed and circled around the body, disintegrating and shattering the sword lights that struck one after another.
boom
In just a moment, one man and one sword collided like meteors. But when Zhuang Wudao's body came into contact with the sword, the space around him suddenly trembled abnormally, and suddenly collapsed inward.
Suddenly expanded. Zhuang Wudao's figure also became ethereal and illusory,
After the huge earthquake, Zhuang Wudao was unharmed, not even a corner of his clothes was lost. On the contrary, thirty thousand feet away behind him, the original 'Davipo Samajara Array' was wailing. The universe moved, and Xuan
The tyrannical power of the God Sword swept away almost all living creatures here!
Only at the last moment, the two great monks took action at the same time, blocking the sword power of the Xuantian Divine Sword for a moment. But even so, all the remaining foundation-building monks here were directly crushed by the mighty sword power.
Minced meat powder!
Of the seventy-two golden elixir monks, only about forty survived, and all of them were seriously injured. As for the two great monks, their bodies were also broken, with bleeding from all their orifices.
Fortunately, the messenger of the Xuantian Divine Sword noticed it in time and restrained his power. Otherwise, those who could survive under the Xuantian Divine Sword, whose power is comparable to that of the Xuantian monks,
There will never be more than ten people.
"Zhuang Wudao"
Within the purple-gold sword light, a thunderous roar came out again. He was extremely angry, and he also used this roar to express his apology and guilt to Liaoyuan Temple and others.
"Reluctant? Angry? The so-called Xuantian Divine Sword of Xuantian Sect is no longer such an arrogant person. It seems that it is not me, Mr. Zhuang. I am just an old man. What qualifications do you have to shout in front of me?"
The so-called "tongue sword" technique is either to exert pressure with words to achieve the goal of victory without fighting. Or it is to stimulate the enemy and make the opponent crazy and lose his mind, giving himself an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Zhuang Wudao was usually taciturn, but in the dream world, under the training of the sword spirit, his skills in this area were also at the master level.
The ability to use phantom sounds in words to provoke people's emotions has reached its extreme.
Using flowers to graft trees, they transferred the sword power of the Xuantian Divine Sword. Zhuang Wudao didn't stop there. He punched out another punch behind him and hit the monk Zheng, who was 40,000 feet away and had already seriously injured his heart.
It's a pity that a sword light flew into the air and chopped his Void Fist into pieces in the air. And the monk who seemed to be named Jinghe in the information was also alarmed in time and immediately activated.
Using various protective treasures and borrowing the power of the talisman, the whole person flew back hundreds of miles away in an instant.
Zhuang Wudao didn't feel it was a pity. Mu Yuanxuan could stop him from killing this person, but he couldn't stop him from killing the other monk next to him.
If he was not sure that the best person in the world would kill Zhenyi under the disturbance, why would he come to the Jade Plain?
Therefore, this stop here is just a preview, a preview of killing Zhenyi——
Zhuang Wudao restrained his fist power and turned to grab it from a distance. The big star-catching hand had mobilized all the magnetic energy within a thousand miles range.
But halfway through, Zhuang Wudao's eyes narrowed slightly, showing an awe-inspiring look.
Surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao? Interesting——
But he still didn't stop. Wu Xing's huge magnetic palm grasped the man who had fled six hundred thousand feet away, firmly grasped Zhuang Wudao, and then clenched his fist tightly. This man's name was Jiu Jing.
, the great monk Zheng, from his chest and abdomen upward, half of his body was crushed to pieces by Zhuang Wudao's grasp.
It's a pity. It is said that Jiujing has good talent and is placed in high hopes by Liaoyuan Temple. It is impossible for him to become one of the few people in the world like Zhenyi. But there is also hope that he can enter the Tianji Monument two hundred years later.
Among the top twenty. After today's battle, he died early in the early stage of Yuan Shen. It is really a pity.
Just as 'Jiu Jing' was forcibly holding and killing, four small silver-white beads appeared around Zhuang Wudao's body at the same time. With a slight flash of light and shadow, Zhuang Wudao's figure was moved three hundred miles away in an instant.
——This is the maximum range that his spiritual thoughts can reach and move in the air under the simultaneous pressure of dozens of Yuanshen monks and the seven religious tools equivalent to the Void Training level.
And just a moment after Zhuang Wudao left, the place where he was originally was suddenly shone with silvery white light like a star. At this moment, there seemed to be countless swords, lights, blades and shadows, crisscrossing and cutting across the place.
The whole land was cut to pieces
"The best sword in the world, Zhenren Mu lives up to his name"
The words seemed to be admiring, but combined with the situation at this time, they seemed to be provoking. Mu Yuanxuan, who was thousands of miles away, hummed, and his voice was cold and clear. It was clear that he had not been provoked by Zhuang Wudao.
However, this entire ancient battlefield was completely silent at the moment. All the Yuanshen monks who were approaching quickly stopped their movements and looked at everything in front of them silently.
Outside the battlefield, those who peeked at the place in various ways were also silent.
In this confrontation that lasted less than ten breaths, Zhuang Wudao had already broken through the interception of the Great Vipo Sama Wheel Formation. Not only did he break through, but he also killed two great monks from Liaoyuan Temple right under Mu Yuanxuan's eyes.
Under the sword, regardless of Mu Yuanxuan or the Xuantian Divine Sword of the Xuansheng Sect, at most they can only be on par with Zhuang Wudao, and they can't even restrict the latter's actions.
Such divine power and strength are far beyond the reach of Yuanshen monks
He knew that the other person was probably planning a new killer, but Zhuang Wudao didn't pay attention. He still had a smile on his lips, trying his best to sense everything around him.
It seems that there are more than thirty souls in the Jade Plain today. What is the number? Sixty, eighty, or one hundred?
The Three Saints Sect has great power in the Central Plains. There are hundreds of countries under the rule of each sect. In name, they are subordinate to the Great Spirit and are vassal states of the Great Spirit. But in fact, they are independent. They only follow the Three Saints Sect as the leader and follow the Great Spirit.
The influence of the imperial court on these vassal states was very small.
And among these three dynasties with nearly a thousand large and small, there are thousands of Jindan monks and hundreds of Yuanshen monks, which are the essence of the entire Tianxia cultivation world.
——The three holy sects combined can only have the combat power of nearly fifty souls. However, at their peak, the three sects can mobilize at least two hundred soul monks.
Liaoyuan Temple is particularly terrifying. It is the ancestral palace of the Mahayana in the Tianyi Realm, and all Mahayana Buddhist schools in the world obey its orders.
Just like the Great Spirit, there are at least four hundred real people in the world who are canonized by his real people. However, less than half of them actually obey and act on his orders.
Naturally, in this land of the Central Plains, neither the Qiantian Sect nor the Liaoyuan Temple can use all their power.
However - there are not a hundred, but there are more than sixty Yuanshen monks. Most of the rest are watching the excitement in this jade plain. Look at Zhuang Wudao, who has been ranked ninth in the world for a year.
How did he fall in the Jade Plain——
Coupled with the several religious sacred weapons, it is no exaggeration to say that this battle is one battle against a hundred.
In his eyes, a spiritual light shone through. The scene thousands of miles away suddenly zoomed in on Zhuang Wudao's field of vision. The Dharma carriage that Zhenyi was riding on was already clearly visible.
But before that, there is still a layer of obstacles. Three 'Ten Thousand Buddhas and Four Symbols Golden Light Baolun Sacred Pagodas', and a 'Great Vipassama Wheel Formation' are currently waiting thousands of miles away, with no blind spots at 360 degrees.
Yes, firmly protect the place where Zhenyi Dharma Master is stationed.
Zhuang Wudao's escape speed remained unchanged, he still transformed into lightning and shuttled rapidly through the air. And the pure fighting spirit gathered in the sword in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.
It's not enough. There are more. If he wants to win this battle, he needs to gather more battle spirit thoughts.