This is where the forces such as the Light Hill set up a terrifying formation capable of killing the Spirit Emperor.
There are only a hundred Sword Sect monks appearing at this moment. The two leaders are half-step spirit emperors, and the other sword cultivators are all eighth level or above!
This terrifying background made Master Guangmingqiu and the others deeply shocked by the horror of today's Shanhe Sword Sect when they first met!
You must know that although there are many spiritual masters in their forces, they are generally below the eighth level! But others are on the contrary, most of them are at the ninth level!
"Beichen, you have committed so many sins, and you have committed such a crime here, there is simply no place in the world! Even though you were a monk of my Sword Sect in the past, why don't you just catch me without mercy!" The leader of the ancestors shouted fiercely, with anger in his eyes, revealing that he hated him without any fight.
Su Xuan's face suddenly twisted slightly.
He knows this ancestor!
Sword Nine Madness!
His master, Jianhuang, is a person of the level of uncle.
When Su Xuan saw him when he was Jian Beichen, he had to call him master!
The most important thing is that Jian Jiu Kuang was on their side back then!
As for the other person, Su Xuan, I didn't recognize him. He should have only become the Half-Step Spirit Emperor in recent years, and he has definitely never appeared in front of Jian Zong!
His eyes were looking a little crazy, and his momentum was rising.
"What's your expression?" The other Half-Step Spirit Emperor raised his sword eyebrows and shouted: "A piece of trash who betrayed our master. If you don't kneel down and beg for death, how dare you be so arrogant and die!"
"boom!"
The terrifying sword intent surged.
He and Jian Jiukuang were holding the Emperor Sword!
Su Xuan recognized him at a glance.
Burn the mountains and boil the seas!
These are the two imperial weapons that Chang'an Jiancheng and Jianzong exchanged for the Lingxiao Sword!
And the sword cultivators behind them all exuded cold and terrifying sword intent.
"Bitter Cold Demonic Sword Guard!"
This was the most terrifying and ruthless swordsman in the Shanhe Sword Sect in the past!
They tempered themselves with the bitter cold, and even sacrificed their swords to kill evil spirits.
Every Demonic Sword Guard comes out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the blood stained throughout their lives can gather into a river.
They are cold-blooded, but also respectable. Because they only kill evil spirits who bring harm to the world!
But these...
Even though he was horrified, his expression was numb and there must have been innocent souls killed.
"Hahaha..." Su Xuan laughed wildly and horribly: "Well done, well done!"
His eyes widened: "It's a pity...that old dog Xiahou Longhu doesn't dare to come!"
"Presumptuous!" Jian Jiu shouted wildly: "He is the contemporary master of my sword sect, how can you verbally abuse him? Beichen, you have disappointed me so much, and you are ashamed of your master's teachings!"
"Shut up!" Su Xuan yelled.
"court death!"
"boom!"
The sword is violent.
Jian Jiu Kuang and another half-step spirit emperor sword cultivator named Zi Crow suddenly started to attack. With the power of the bitter cold demon sword guard, they directly penetrated Su Xuan with ten thousand swords and nailed Su Xuan into the ground!
"Haha, everyone, follow me to destroy this beast!" the Lord of Guangming Qiu roared ferociously.
With such a prosperous group of sword cultivators helping out, Su Xuan will definitely die!
"kill!"
They rushed towards Su Xuan.
Jian Jiu was furious, but he also struck fiercely!
Times have changed, and many things have changed.
Since Su Xuanming is stubborn, he naturally can't cover it up!
"kill!"
The terrifying mountain and river sword intent erupted, mixed with bloody killing, bitter cold and other sword intent.
Under such a terrifying explosion of sword intent, the Lord of Guangming Qiu and others were moved.
If they were to face such a group of sword cultivators alone, they would probably be able to kill them with just a few sword strikes!
"good!"
"Kill the evil lord in one go!"
They kept yelling.
but.
"ah!"
The shrill screams suddenly echoed in all directions.
The Lord of Guangming Qiu suddenly turned his head and turned pale.
The statue of the saint suddenly paused, and a dark withered bone fell from its head.
Lord Guangmingqiu: "..."
He was stunned for a moment, then his face turned ferocious.
That is their saint!
"Evil Lord, you are looking for death!" The face of the Lord of Guangming Qiu was twisted to the extreme, and he rushed towards Su Xuan crazily.
The suppression of the Saintess Statue disappeared, but Su Xuan was still under siege at this moment.
He will still die!
The statue of the saint began to collapse, and two of the bright hermits fell to the ground, with expressions of sorrow and death on their faces.
"The evil lord deserves to die!"
They yelled loudly at the end.
"He will die!" Lord Guangmingqiu responded, rushing towards Su Xuan faster than Jian Jiukuang and other sword cultivators.
but.
"boom!"
An extremely terrifying evil god's power reversed, causing the Lord of Guangming Qiu to fly backwards in a daze.
"What's going on? You still have such a strong power?" The Lord of Guangming Qiu lost his voice.
"Come again!" Cheng Peiyi shouted fiercely, and sword cultivators such as Jian Jiukuang and others rushed to kill him.
but.
Below, Su Xuan and Dabai were pinned to the ground by invisible sword intent, but their power began to surge.
"Woo..."
Dabai let out an extremely confused roar.
The earth is as red as blood.
Countless blood here began to blend into his and Su Xuan's bodies.
And the next moment.
Su Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, and they were all blood red without a trace of color.
He stretched out his hand.
"boom!"
When everyone was caught off guard, the place exploded.
Above the sky, Su San, who had disappeared before, guided the Bone Throne to crash down, carrying with it a billowing gray mist.
What's even more terrifying at this moment is that the Jiuyou Tomb brought by Wei Wangquan has also been integrated into Su Xuan's Feng Zong Devouring Luck Ming Destruction Formation!
This ancient and terrifying formation is thus completely completed.
"boom!"
The Throne of Bones smashed directly into the deep pit, splashing up a tide of gray mist like ocean waves!
As soon as everyone came into contact with the gray mist, their expressions were horrified.
Because this gray mist is full of corrosive power!
"This...what is this?" Everyone was trembling.
Hope... seems to be shattered again.
Wei Wangquan, who was fighting in the distance, turned his head and grinned: "I really brought the Nine Nether Tombs to the right place. My brother and I still have a good understanding!"
On the side, Nan Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, that's not what Wei Wangquan said before coming here.
But she didn't refute, after all, Wei Wangquan was the boss, and some face had to be left to him.
And at this moment.
The gray fog gradually rolled in.
The Throne of Bones slowly rose up.
Su Xuan sat on it, dressed in tatters, he was breathing clouds like a dragon, and the gray mist kept moving in and out of his body.
"Is there anything else?" Su Xuan suddenly said hoarsely.
He is like an ancient evil spirit, sitting high on a throne made of bones.
With deep terror and dead silence, he asked: "Are there any helpers? No more? Are they really gone? Are they hidden? Can they all come out?"
Su Xuan murmured strangely and horribly, like a madman.
"What are you crazy about?"
"Go ahead, kill him!"
The Lord of Guangming Qiu looked at Su Xuan who was in a state of disgrace and was furious.
As they spoke, they wanted to take action.
but.
"suck!"
Su Xuan inhaled sharply, and the gray mist filled the air like an ancient and mysterious fairy and demon.
"If it's not true, then I'm going to kill him." Su Xuan's voice suddenly became serious.
Said.
Su Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and stood up suddenly. His body was instantly restored to its original state, and the evil appeared in the world!
…
at the same time.
On a mountain range very far away.
A group of figures passed by at high speed.
The person who took the lead was none other than Xiahou Longhu.
Although he didn't think those people at Guangming Hill could kill Su Xuan, he still wanted to take a look. What if it was really possible?
As a hero, Xiahou Longhu will never look down on anyone, nor give up any opportunity, no matter how small it is.
And here, he has something to do.
But at the moment of flying over a big mountain.
"Buzz!"
A long knife suddenly fell from the sky, full of evil aura.
Xiahou Longhu paused and said coldly: "Who?"
He looked into the distance.
There, a man walked over with an expressionless face, but at first glance he was like no other man.
He was dressed in white and had a handsome face. When the monks behind Xiahou Longhu saw him, they couldn't help but gasp.
At this moment, they actually felt that they had seen a certain unparalleled hero. The aura exuding from this man made them throb, and there was an inexplicable flash of awe in their hearts.
soon.
The man stopped and looked at Xiahou Longhu.
"Xiahou Longhu?" he asked softly.
"What's the matter?" Xiahou Longhu's eyes were cold.
"I invite you to return to Jianzong." The man said calmly.
"Just you?" Xiahou Longhu sneered.
The man pointed at the knife in front of him and said: "This is a demon knife, a kind of holy curse and vision!"
"So what?" Xiahou Longhu said coldly without fear, "Who are you?"
"My name is Chen Xuance." The man looked up, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.
"Huh?" Xiahou Longhu asked, very unfamiliar.
The man suddenly smiled and explained: "By the way, I have a brother named Su Xuan."
Xiahou Longhu’s murderous intentions were immediately revealed!