In the past, Bai Jade City was bustling with people and noisy at noon, but today it was unprecedentedly quiet. Not to mention the rest of the place, there was not even a pedestrian on the broad central axis.
On the fifth floor of Miaoyinfang, Li Caiyi accompanied Wang Xinyao. The daughter of the Xuan Mo Sect had calmed down. Qiu Shui looked in the direction of the Canglan River with her long eyes, like a stone watching her husband.
The leader of the Ten Thousand Kingdoms Sect sat on a chair, pouring himself a drink. The other elders stood with their hands tied, standing respectfully to one side.
Chen Qingzhi was a little bored. He looked at Wang Wanguo and said, "Father, this has lasted from early morning to afternoon. Are the three of them going to fight?"
"Presumably Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng have already seen the methods of the casual cultivator named Chen, otherwise why would the two dignified sect leaders put aside their dignity and choose to join forces." The leader of Wan Guo said solemnly.
"The master of the Tiandao Sect and the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect can still kill a casual cultivator with such ink, which is far behind his adoptive father." Chen Qingzhi curled his lips and looked down on Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng.
"This battle has never happened in five hundred years. This is not a stop-and-go battle, but a life-and-death fight. The three of them are adjusting their energy and spirit to their peak, so it makes sense to waste a little time." The leader of the Wan Guo clan said coldly.
"Father, do you think this battle will be more thunderous and less rainy? After all, it was extremely difficult for the casual cultivator surnamed Chen to fight against the four great elders at the World Mountain Ancient Ruins before, but either Zhu Shiji or Wan Sheng is enough to sweep them away.
The six great elders of the six major sects.”
"How long has it been since the ancient ruins incident has passed? Even if the demon surnamed Chen obtained the Heaven-defying Immortal Treasure in World Mountain, he would not be able to compete with the six strongest people in the Xuanling Realm in just a short time, right?" Chen Qingzhi really wanted Chen Qingzhi to do so.
Yu died in the hands of Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng.
As long as Chen Yu is alive, Wang Xinyao will never look at him again!
Only if Chen Yu dies can Chen Qingzhi have a chance to regain the heart of the daughter of the Xuan Mo Sect!
The leader of the Ten Thousand Kingdoms was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly lit up with a hint of surprise in his expression, "Here we come, the battle has finally begun, the thunder is louder and the raindrops are even heavier!"
Wang Wanguo's words shocked everyone including Wang Xinyao, Chen Qingzhi, Li Cai'a, and Huangfu Feng, and they looked towards the Canglan River.
However, there was only the leader of the Ten Thousand Kingdoms clan on the fifth floor, looking around the White Jade City.
Only the leader of the Xuan Mo Sect sensed a faint sword intent that enveloped the place.
"Zheng!" A clear and clear sword sound came from the fifth floor of Miaoyinfang. Before Chen Qingzhi could recover, the long sword hanging on his waist suddenly unsheathed and flew out of the window.
"Grass!" Chen Qingzhi cursed. He was about to get up and chase the sword, but was stopped by the leader of the Ten Thousand Kingdoms.
"The sword intent of the casual cultivator surnamed Chen has enveloped White Jade City. Although the sword intent is weak, it is invincible. If you don't want to die, just sit here quietly!" At this moment, Wang Wanguo was actually quite excited, which is rare.
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A fierce tiger will never regard a pheasant and a jumping rabbit as its enemy. Only the breath of a lion can excite it.
Wang Wanguo never thought that the sword power of the demon surnamed Chen could be so strong.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!" The sound of swords resounded throughout the huge White Jade City. On the fifth floor of Miaoyinfang, all the sword-wielding elders unsheathed their swords and flew out.
Including many Xuan Mo Sect disciples who were guarding the first floor, their swords flew out as if they had gained intelligence.
There was a disciple who had quick eyesight and quick hands, and almost caught the hilt of the long sword.
But instead of being able to pull the sword back, he was pulled up into the sky by the terrifying force acting on the sword.
A flash of sword light flashed, and the poor young man's head was cut off directly. His body fell from the sky, and blood dripped down.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Amidst the sound that broke through the air, streaks of sword light flew from all over White Jade City.
These swords include the swords of monks and the iron swords of secular knights. One after another, there are more than three hundred swords. They are like a stream of light, passing over the White Jade City and disappearing at the end of the sky.
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At this moment, by the Canglan River, Chen Yu had drank all the peach blossom wine in the yellow gourd.
At his level, it is impossible to get drunk, but the taste of wine is endless.
After throwing the empty yellow gourd into Solomon's ring, Chen Yu stood up and stood facing the wind, dressed in white and dancing, his black hair was blown up and flying freely.
"Zhu Shiji of the Tiandao Sect and Wansheng of the Holy Spirit Sect, we are going to fight today. The three of you and I will determine who is superior and who will be the winner!" Chen Yu shouted loudly, and the sound waves rippled one after another, shaking the surrounding areas.
On Gushe Mountain, Zhu Shiji held a black war spear and said in a cold and ruthless voice: "As you wish!"
On the Immortal Peak, Wansheng's pair of golden eyes burst out with bright light. Beside him were two golden beads, like two small suns, with an unparalleled sense of weight, as if they could crush thousands of mountains. "Today, one
Fight, the winner will be the king and the loser will be the enemy, and we will fight to the death!"
On the banks of the Canglan River, Chen Yu raised his arms and said, "Today, Mr. Chen borrows the sword of the world and fights with all his strength!"
A surging sword intent swept across the sky and the earth with mighty force.
"Buzz!" With a trembling sound, everyone who came to watch the battle, whether they were monks or secular heroes, as long as they used swords, all suffered. yyls
A long sword was unsheathed and flew into the sky. A stream of light gathered together, and the sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar.
From behind, there was a roaring sound, and many people turned around to look, only to see a large wave of sword light as cold as frost.
The two groups of swords gathered together, there were nine thousand ancient swords, hanging in the sky, covering a large area of darkness, making people's hearts tremble.
There is an ancient poem about dark clouds pressing down on a city and threatening to destroy it. This must be what it describes!
"Damn it, this damn demon surnamed Chen doesn't have a sword himself, so why does he insist on taking ours?" Some monks cursed. If he couldn't defeat Chen Yu, he would have charged at him long ago.
"Shameless casual cultivator surnamed Chen. I took pity on my sword. It cost me ten spiritual stones. This is so good. I guess there won't even be any fragments left!" Some cultivators wanted to cry without tears.
You know, Chen Yu's enemies are Zhu Shiji, the leader of the Tiandao Sect, and Wan Sheng, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect.
Ordinary magical weapons, the more than nine thousand ancient swords that can withstand the destruction of these two people and hang in the sky, after the first battle, there is a high probability that not even one will be left intact.
Some people were shocked by Chen Yu's terrifying methods. His sword power was more powerful than the Canglan River. It was endless and never exhausted.
As the Wuliang Sword Sect that focuses on sword cultivation, Chu Manxian and Xia Qianqian also came. When they saw this scene, their pretty faces changed color.
Xia Qianqian wouldn't say it anymore, even Chu Manxian, the great elder of Wuliang Sword Sect, couldn't do such a shocking step.
First of all, Chu Manxian's sword intention is not strong enough to control so many swords. Secondly, his spiritual power is not powerful and pure enough. Even if he can control more than 9,000 swords, he will be sucked into him in a short time.
But Chen Yu, who wielded nearly ten thousand long swords, seemed calm and relaxed, showing no signs of exertion at all.
On the bank of the Canglan River, Chen Yu put his left hand behind his back and his right hand looked at the sword curtain covering the sky and the sun.
In the eyes of everyone, Chen Yu slowly stretched out his right hand, then waved his sleeve and said in a long voice: "You guys go to Gushe Mountain!"
There were more than nine thousand long swords, half of which were pointed at Gushe Mountain in the distance instantly.
The sound of the swords was as terrifying as a tsunami, and the swords were like a brilliant meteor shower, flying towards Gushe Mountain.
"You go to the Immortal Peak!" Chen Yu waved his sleeve again, and with less than five thousand swords left, he fired towards the Immortal Peak.
Everyone watching the battle, regardless of whether they were monks or mortals, were all stunned.