Chapter 366: The Sword Attendant of the Upper Realm Takes the King Sword, and the Sword Stage is Empty!
"This is?"
A cold wind blows.
Mo leaned on the railing and couldn't help but shiver.
"Brother Su, Liang Hong, come here."
Mo leaned on the railing and dug into his waistband, taking out a bronze mirror engraved with ancient patterns. A burst of awe-inspiring aura hit the bronze mirror, and the light and shadow reflected back, covering him, Qu Lianghong, and Su Shouzhuo. Their auras seemed to be covered by a layer of
Covered by invisible barriers.
"And Brother Gu is here." Qu Lianghong stretched out his hand to attract Gu Yusheng.
Mo Pinglan quickly covered her mouth with his hands, "Why are you thinking about him? If you want to live, don't talk."
Swish, swish, swish.
In the yellow sand, more swordsmen are awakening. They are spiritual bodies, but not completely spiritual bodies, because they use the yellow sand as their bodies and the condensed sand as their swords to carry on their backs.
"Those who trespass on the sword pool will die!"
The voice came from Jiuyou, cold and ruthless.
"What's this?"
The practitioners at Penglai Holy Land looked at the sword cultivators gathered in the yellow sand with confusion and asked.
"They are the Sword Guards!"
Fang Yuan's expression changed and he looked around.
"Brother, could this be the Sword Pond? No, there are only lakes here."
Fang Qicheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Gu Yusheng's sword blow made him feel inexplicable palpitations. For a moment, he thought he was going to die, but for some reason, he survived strangely. He secretly explored Gu Yusheng,
He found that Gu Yusheng's aura was looming, as if between reality and illusion, which he couldn't figure out.
He thought to himself: "After all, this person has just entered the Holy Academy not long ago. Although he has been inherited from the Zhanlongshan Sword Dojo, his swordsmanship is not yet proficient enough. He should have used some secret technique to improve his swordsmanship just now."
Thinking of this, Fang Qicheng regained his confidence. Looking at the awakening swordsmen in the yellow sand, he didn't pay much attention. He looked at the lake not far away and suddenly said with joy: "I understand, I understand, this is a lake."
We are at the Sword Pond, everyone, don’t panic, just follow the method Uncle Master said and pay homage to the souls of the dead.”
After finishing speaking, Fang Qicheng made a hand seal with his hands, and a silver rune in his palm was ignited by the spiritual fire. It flew into the air and turned into silver ingots all over the sky. It fell down and sprinkled on the dead souls wrapped in yellow sand.
The sword attendant standing in front held the dropped silver coins, with a gleam in his eyes.
When Fang Qicheng saw this, his voice floated in all directions: "The blue sky is above and the yellow spring is below. You have been guarding your sword for thousands of years. You can pave the way with money and reincarnate."
In the distance, Gu Yusheng saw the silver coins falling all over the sky, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. His mind moved, and he secretly pinched a square-hole copper coin in his palm and watched its changes.
"For humiliating us, we will all die!"
The yellow sand transformed into a swordsman, his voice mixed with a thick sound of anger, and he drew his sword in a loud voice.
"kill!"
All of a sudden.
Hundreds of sword shadows flew through the sky, and the sword energy spread over the yellow sand, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Penglai sword cultivators had never seen such a battle before, and every one of them looked horrified.
"Don't be afraid. They have been dead for thousands of years and have long lost their sense of fighting."
Fang Qicheng shouted loudly, raised his sword and fought with the yellow sand swordsman at the front.
Zheng!
Swords intertwined.
Fang Qicheng's figure in the air fell like a broken leaf. With a pop, he vomited blood and his face was pale and bloodless. His sword was cut into two pieces by the condensed yellow sand.
The difference in strength is huge.
Penglai practitioners were stunned.
"How could..."
Fang Qicheng looked desperate, unwilling and confused.
"Run!"
Fang Yuan turned pale when he saw Fang Qicheng, and was the first to fly away without looking back.
Seeing this, the Penglai sword cultivators were frightened and fled in confusion.
Bang!
Fang Qicheng fell hard to the ground.
The body was twitching in pain.
If Gu Yusheng had broken the sword with his fingers before, he had some doubts about himself, but his confrontation with the sword cultivator from thousands of years ago made him completely despair. Only then did he realize that the great sword cultivator who was praised by the world
, it turns out that it is really just a false name.
"Why...cough...cough..."
Fang Qicheng grabbed the yellow sand with his hands, looking unwilling.
The figure who defeated him glanced at him. Although the eyes were already dimly glowing with yellow light, Fang Qicheng felt a strong sense of contempt. It was like looking at a speck of dust.
He could have been killed casually.
But they were too lazy to take action.
The tall swordsman had turned around and looked at Gu Yusheng, who was under the bright shadow formed by the sunlight filtering through the yellow sand.
An ugly smile appeared on Fang Qicheng's desperate face, because he was about to see Gu Yusheng end up like him.
"They all have to die."
"We all must die!"
Fang Qicheng shouted loudly to Gu Yusheng.
Gu Yusheng ignored Fang Qicheng, twisting the hidden buckle of copper coins in his left hand, his robes fluttering, and the sword box behind his back creaked.
The tall swordsman suddenly stopped and seemed to be trying to remember something.
Gu Yusheng said calmly: "It is your thousand-year mission to draw the sword. I will take this sword."
"good!"
The Huangsha Swordsman dispersed the condensed sword. He raised his hand and clasped his hands together. A soul sword gradually condensed in the palm of his hand. The sword was bright and translucent, full of ancient and distant atmosphere, just like the sword attendant.
After sleeping for thousands of years, you usually wake up once.
The sword is full of energy.
The sound of the sword is clear.
The sword fell into Gu Yusheng's eyes. It was no longer an invisible sword, but a sword with bones, just like the straight spine of the swordsman.
Gu Yusheng did not hesitate.
He raised his arm, pressed his hand on the sword box, and the human sword fell into his hand.
Hu.
A gust of wind blew.
The tall swordsman suddenly froze. He suddenly clasped his fists with both hands and struck the ground with the tip of his sword.
The hundreds of yellow sand swordsmen behind him also clasped their fists and bowed in worship.
Mo Pinglan and the others, who were covered by the aura of the bronze mirror, looked puzzled.
Fang Qicheng's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
But at this moment, there was a thunder in the sky, a fairy shadow stepped on the thunder, and an arrogant voice fell from the sky: "Humble sword attendants, quickly present your king's sword!"
Boom!
When the thunder shook the sky, the fairy figure held a golden pardon order with a mysterious text on it. The light of the text shone across the yellow sand and fell on the bodies of the yellow sand swordsmen. In an instant, it clung to
The layers of yellow sand peeled off their bodies, revealing their original souls.
Accompanied by bursts of screams.
The fairy shadow in the sky laughed mischievously, his eyes fell on Gu Yusheng, and he said unexpectedly: "Oh? So you, a despicable son of mine, are still alive. That's good. After I take the sword, I will use you to sacrifice it!"
Su Shouzhuo, who was under the hidden breath of the bronze mirror, heard the rude words of the man in the sky and was about to take action, but was held down by Mo Pinglan. Mo Pinglan's expression was solemn, "Don't be impulsive, this guy is from the upper world."
...Not good, flash."
Don't lean on the railing to lift the bronze mirror in your hand.
Bang.
There was a crisp sound.
The mysterious bronze mirror instantly shattered into pieces.
Mo Pinglan had another black turtle shield in his hand, and superficial cracks appeared on the shield. At this time, the invisible fairy sword energy dispersed, and the clothes of Su Shouzhuo and Qu Lianghong were chopped into pieces, and fine blood seeped out.
out.
Mo Pinglan also turned pale and looked unyielding.
He looked angrily at the man high in the sky, with no fear in his eyes.
At this time, Gu Yusheng also floated over, standing together with Mo Pinglan, Su Shouzhuo, and Qu Lianghong. Gu Yusheng's eyes showed a trace of murderous intent. When he entered the ruins, five people wanted to make him fall into the spatial rift.
He didn't know the details of the other party at that time, but now he looked at the other party's aura and found that he was actually a cultivator in the upper realm.
This made the blood in Gu Yusheng's body surge.
"This ruins has alarmed the people in heaven."
Mo leaned on the railing and smiled bitterly at Gu Yusheng.
Wuwu, the swordsman in the upper realm, cast his eyes on Gu Yusheng and others, and said jokingly: "The ants in the lower realm have actually gained some abilities, which is interesting. Let me let you live a little longer."
"Let's set off below to meet the immortal envoy. I am a practitioner on Penglai Holy Island. I have contacts with Penglai Immortal in the upper realm. There is also the appearance of Penglai Saint on the island."
Fang Qicheng struggled to get up, but his knees were kneeling in the yellow sand. He first announced his home, then pointed at Gu Yusheng and others, gritted his teeth and said: "They want to steal the King's Sword for themselves, and they are worthy of death!"
"Okay, very good. I'm short of someone to call the sword. I think it's you."
The Immortal Envoy Wuwu from the Upper Realm raised his hand, picked up Fang Qicheng from the air, and threw him towards the center of the lake.
"Immortal envoy, I...ah!"
As soon as Fang Qicheng's body fell into the lake, before he could realize what was going on, he saw a sudden surge of sword energy in the center of the lake. In an instant, his body was twisted into a ball of blood mist, and the screams and the roar of the lake were heard.
The cooing sound made Qu Lianghong's face turn pale, and she clung to Mo Pinglan. The scene in front of her was completely beyond her psychological endurance.
"Sword Raising Platform!"
"King Sacrifice Sword!"
Wuwu once again raised the golden imperial token in his palm.
Hundreds of dead spirit swordsmen were led by the command token, and they all made unified and sacred movements. However, the Huangsha swordsman who had just wanted to fight Gu Yu was now kneeling on one knee, as if to greet someone.
Although the swordsmen from thousands of years ago died, the memories imprinted deep in their souls have not been forgotten. They muttered words, and in the middle of the lake, an ancient sword platform emerged little by little.
Gu Yusheng's eyes were fixed on the sword platform, with indescribable complexity in his eyes. He was expecting the same answer as in his heart.
Boom!
The sword platform rises high.
The rusty sword and sword spirit buried in the yellow sand linger in this world of yellow sand.
Welcome that royal sword to the world!
Boom!
There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and Gengjin's aura flowed freely, sharp as a sword, stinging the eyes.
Heaven.
Gao Gao Shang Wuwu also held his breath. His eyes were full of expectations. Although the five people came to the lower world this time with the same purpose, if they could find the three king swords, he would get the master's sword.
Great appreciation.
Yellow sand intertwined with lightning, and the sand blown by the wild wind confused people's eyes.
The sword platform gradually stabilized.
The yellow sand was expelled by lightning, gradually revealing the clear sword platform.