Chapter 1781 The Sword Qi of the Sword Holder (Third Update)
In the blink of an eye.
Wen Ruo is the only one left among the top experts in Wanglong Academy.
He stood in Wanglong Academy and witnessed the death of the three vice-deans. His face was pale and there was no trace of blood left.
subconsciously
Wen Ruo leaned against the pillar on the side. It seemed that only by doing so could he feel a sense of security.
"continue!"
Qin Wudao held the Xuanyuan Sword and walked towards Wen Ruo.
Wen Ruo stared at Qin Wudao. Until now, he still hadn't figured out why Qin Wudao, the only one in the First Ancestor Realm, could defeat him?
This is unreasonable!
"stop!"
When Qin Wudao was still ten miles away from Wanglong Academy, Wen Ruo shouted loudly: "Qin Wudao, are you really going to fight to the death?"
Qin Wudao paused and looked at Wen Ruo suspiciously.
A dead fish or a dead net?
This is wrong!
Could it be that Wanglong Academy still has a backup plan?
Thinking of this, Qin Wudao took out the Creation Chair, and after sitting on the Creation Chair, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and he advanced from the First Ancestral Realm to the First Ancestral Realm under the horrified eyes of both pairs of eyes.
After his realm improved, Qin Wudao did not charge recklessly, put down the Xuanyuan Sword, and took out the golden longbow from his pocket.
Then, with all his strength, he stretched his bow like a full moon.
Buzz!
All of a sudden.
All the Taoist charms of heaven and earth gathered here, condensed into a golden arrow, and shot towards Wen Ruo.
The arrow shot through the air and turned into a golden dragon, piercing through layers of time and space.
Wen Ruo's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-point shapes, and he used his divine power crazily, exerting his body skills to the extreme, and walking in time, he was able to avoid the arrows with great difficulty.
He could avoid it, but Wanglong Academy behind him couldn't avoid it.
boom!
The ancient Wanglong Academy was directly penetrated by arrows, leaving a huge hole.
"Qin Wudao, you are seeking death!"
On the pavilion in the distance, Wen Ruo's body appeared. He looked at the destroyed school, his eyes instantly turned red, his heart was bleeding, and he roared angrily.
Qin Wudao dug his ears. He has heard this kind of words for many years!
But he is still alive and well.
On the contrary, the enemies all fell to the ground and slept forever.
"Second arrow!"
Qin Wudao smiled slightly and drew his long bow again.
Target Wenruo!
This time, if Wen Ruo didn't dodge, he had the ability to dodge, but what about the academy?
As a reader!
He regards the academy as more important than his own life!
"Die!"
Wen Ruo had a look of resentment on his face and took out a token from his pocket.
This is a white token, shaped like a dagger. On the front of the token, there is written the word "Zhi" with flying dragons and phoenixes. It exudes a peerless edge and tears the surrounding time and space.
Without any further hesitation, he immediately crushed it hard.
boom!
A white sword light shot into the sky, shattering countless layers of time and space.
Qin Wudao stopped shooting. He looked at the shattered time and space. His expression, which had not changed significantly from beginning to end, finally became solemn.
Behind him, the hidden powers of the Great Qin Yun Dynasty emerged, with divine light lingering around them, making their faces unreal, but their supreme and terrifying power was overwhelming, sweeping through time and space throughout the ages.
At first glance, one might think that the origin of the ancestral path is completely lost.
Absolutely terrifying!
Wen Ruo looked up at the sky with excitement on his face.
Hundreds of billions of years ago.
By chance.
He did a small favor for the sword holder, and in return, the sword holder gave him this token, which sealed a sword energy.
The sword spirit of the sword holder!
This is also the reason why Wen Ruo is reluctant to use it!
As long as he holds this token, he will be invincible in the ancestral realm. When he encounters a problem that cannot be solved, he can use this token to ask the sword holder for help.
boom!
Under the stars.
In that shattered time and space, a sound of sword sound came out, clear and sweet, making the swords in Wanglong Academy eclipse and lose their edge.
Of course, except Xuanyuan Sword.
Since practicing till now, Qin Wudao has never seen a weapon that can defeat the Xuanyuan Sword.
Immediately afterwards, a great avenue stretching out from unknown time and space, passing through time and years, and on the avenue, a shadowy figure wearing a white robe walked out, holding a sword in his hand.
After a few steps, the man holding the sword walked out of the space passage, his body aloof and arrogant, standing out from the world.
"See senior!"
Wen Ruo quickly saluted.
The man holding the sword stood in the void, motionless, with no emotion in his eyes.
This clone is just a fighting consciousness of the sword holder and does not possess any spiritual intelligence. After one strike of the sword, it will disappear.
Wen Ruo was a little disappointed.
But soon, he calmed down, pointed at Qin Wudao and said, "Senior, please!"
boom!
The sword holder's eyes condensed and suddenly became sharp.
He slowly raised his sword.
Chop it casually.
There was no skill, no magical power, and no earth-shattering momentum. It was just an ordinary sword.
But at this moment, heaven and earth were eclipsed.
It's suddenly dark!
A jet-black sword energy of destruction emerged, slashing down from high in the sky, destroying thousands of ancestral paths and causing the entire river of time to tremble slightly.
At the same time, throughout the years, countless living beings suddenly felt heart palpitations.
It seemed like something terrible had happened.
Qin Wudao glanced at the black sword energy and felt that his facial features were sealed, and he was in a dark little house, still falling, and about to fall into a certain place of death.
This is the artistic conception space of Jian Qi!
Not broken.
There is no way to defend.
Qin Wudao stabilized his mind, brandished the Xuanyuan Sword, and slashed into the dark void.
The golden sword light flashes.
But he could vaguely see the surrounding environment, and all he could see was a sword energy slashing straight down above his head.
Dark and deep!
It seems to be superior to all the ways, superior to heaven and earth.
Just then.
Qin Wudao saw again that in the dark house, countless ancestral paths were standing, trembling under the pressure of the swordsmanship of the Chaos Ancestor, but with the tenacity of pines and cypresses, they stood proudly.
At a certain moment, these ancestral ways merged to form a Tao sword.
A slash of the Dao sword.
Just like the creation blow before the world was opened, the sword light passed by, and large tracts of light shone in, dispelling the darkness.
In the light, Qin Wudao saw Lao Tzu's figure, with white hair flying, big sleeves fluttering, and his index and middle fingers together, pointing straight at the sky.
The sword wielder's slashing sword trembled violently.
Most of the power of destruction has dissipated.
However, the power contained in the sword energy is still very terrifying, affecting the sky. The power of destruction is constantly emerging, trying to fill the hole made by the Tao sword and erase all light.
At this time, in the dark starry sky, a high, sacred, and supreme energy came down, annihilating the sword intent of destruction.
Everyone looked up.
At the end of their field of vision, they saw a jade list, slowly opening, with thousands of rays of light hanging down, building a fairyland in the dark world.
This list is
List of gods!
but.
This is not the real list of gods, but the magical power used by Jiang Ziya.
"Exterminate spirits!"
Jiang Ziya's old voice came out.
The list of gods is shining brightly.
Under the illumination of these divine lights, the Destruction Sword Qi melts quickly like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.
After a while.
Once the world is clear, it will return to its original appearance!