Fifteen years ago, the Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun used a demon sword formation to besiege Xuanmen ancestor Ban Zhuxiang.
Become famous in one battle and be known all over the world.
They are one of Kunlun's most powerful trump cards, as dazzling as the stars.
But at this moment, facing the man in green shirt who didn't take any action at all, Kunlun Thirty-Six Swords collapsed.
Their reliance, their self-confidence as strong, were vulnerable to this mysterious man.
Not to mention defending the enemy with a sword formation, even if he got up, he couldn't get up.
He was completely suppressed and fell to his knees, sweating profusely.
"Bai, Dabai, go and ring the catastrophe bell." He clenched his sword tightly, his face turned earth-colored.
Because of the need to resist the majestic killing intent, Kunlun's Thirty-Six Swords were completely unable to move.
They know very well that as long as they relax even a little bit, the all-pervasive power will destroy their bodies in an instant.
The only one who was not affected was the white monkey, who was kneeling on the ground, sobbing like a baby, intermittently.
Hearing Jian Yi's call for help, the white monkey wiped his face, stared into the void, and screamed.
"Damn it, you damn monkey." Jian San scolded angrily: "Thankfully you are still channeling in Kunlun and being carefully taught by Elder Baiyou. Don't you know about the Catastrophe Bell?"
"Knock, knock nine times."
"hurry up."
Jiansan's face turned red, and bloodshot eyes oozed from the corners of his mouth.
Jianyi added: "The master is in retreat in a forbidden place. If you can't, go to the forbidden place."
"There are gatekeeper disciples outside, identify yourself to them, and call the master to come out."
"Otherwise, today's disaster may be..."
"Wow."
Before Jian Yi finished speaking, in the crowd, Jian Ba, Jian Ten, Jian Shiliu and others all spurted blood and became depressed.
"Hurry up." Jian San shouted anxiously: "The catastrophe is coming, do you want to watch Kunlun be destroyed?"
The white monkey scurried around in circles, and finally stiffened its neck and fell to the ground in a daze, pretending to be dead.
Jian Yi was stunned and cursed loudly: "You evildoer, labor and management will skin you."
The white monkey twitched a few times and bubbles came out of its mouth. It seemed to be telling everyone: Look, I'm foaming at the mouth, don't call me.
Jian Yi went crazy, raising the long sword in his hand with the mentality of perishing together, wishing he could kill that cheap monkey with one sword strike.
Fortunately, Ji Xuanqing appeared, flying past the back mountain and floating in the air.
The green shirt is fierce and the robe is stirring.
He put his hands behind his back, his expression solemn as never before.
"You are Su Xinglan, and I, the third elder of the Kunlun lineage, sit on the third peak." Ji Xuanqing said loudly: "Junior brother, since the inner demon is here, you need to guard the spiritual platform and bring some clarity."
"Boom."
I don’t know who rang the Catastrophe Bell, and the dull bells gathered together and went straight to the sky.
The thin mist dissipated in all directions under the shock of the bell, revealing the thin figure of the man in blue shirt standing in the clouds.
He looked directly at Ji Xuanqing, with a fleeting trance in his blood-red eyes.
"Who am I?" He spoke again, walking through the air.
With every step he took, the sword body floated with condensed sword energy under his feet, breaking into pieces with each step.
The next moment, his body turned into a sword of a hundred feet, as if it was about to split the world with one sword.
The sound is powerful and continuous.
Ji Xuanqing was shocked and said: "The unity of heaven and man, the perfect understanding of the way of heaven, this, this is the seventeenth level of force."
"Tell me, who am I?" The man in green shirt placed a finger between Ji Xuanqing's eyebrows, his figure looming in the sword light.
It seemed that as long as he exerted even a little force, the Kunlun headmaster would be killed on the spot.
"You are my junior brother, the third elder of Kunlun." Ji Xuanqing said without fear: "Su Ji'an entered Kunlun at the age of ten. I saw you for the first time at the foot of the mountain."
"You are plagued by serious illnesses and you don't know whether you are alive or dead."
"Master said that you have a special physique and are a good candidate for spiritual practice."
"But at that time you were dying and drowsy, and it was I who carried you up to Kunlun Mountain."
