Chapter 233 The power of the six congenital realms! (Chapter 3)
There was a dead silence in the whole place. Just in this gesture, everyone's master's demeanor was clearly demonstrated. The Baibo Sword once again fell into the hands of the old sect leader.
The old sect master smiled slightly, lowered his head, and faced the white wave sword as if he were saying to an old friend, "Long time no see."
The old sect leader was very happy.
The Baibo Sword suddenly became quiet and no longer struggled. It was very magical. It was quiet in the hands of the old sect leader, as if it had become a dead thing. This magical scene made countless people around look envious.
Whether it is a top-grade spiritual soldier or the number one spiritual soldier in the secular world.
Chen Fan clasped his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged.
In fact, this Baibo Sword is nothing. The potential of Pojun is actually higher than that of Baibo Sword, but it has not been unleashed yet. This Pojun is a fallen peak mysterious weapon!
Once this sword spirit and this broken army are resurrected, they can reach high-grade mysterious weapons!
Under Xuan Ying, this sword is invincible!
It's a pity that even Li Xuance didn't realize this in his previous life. Po Jun was covered in dust. In Li Xuance's hands, Po Jun only managed to avoid being buried and show off its power in the secular world.
In the end, it ended with a spiritual weapon, one of the top ten spiritual weapons in the secular world.
But this life is different.
Chen Fan's eyes were fixed. With Chen Fan himself, this Pojun will become famous all over the world sooner or later!
In the distance, on the mountain peak, Li Xuance naturally saw this scene. He couldn't help biting his lower lip. His whole face was red. The loss of this broken army was a thorn in his heart!
Especially when he saw the white wave sword, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart became even stronger!
In the sleeves, the five fingers clenched tightly.
Li Xuance believed that if this broken army was in his hands, it would definitely not be inferior to this Baibo Sword! Unfortunately... he would rather die than think that on that day, he would be so close to this broken army, and he would be in vain
Missed...
Next to him, Li Qingyuan couldn't help but glance at him, and following his gaze, he saw that it was Mo Fan standing with his hands behind his back in the crowd.
Li Qingyuan patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, don't think about it too much."
"Things that don't belong to you will never belong to you in this life. I know you like that broken army, but I might as well tell you that Mo Fan is not an easy person. Don't try to get things from his hands.
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"It is even said that this broken army will be stronger in his hands."
Li Xuance clenched his fists and said, "...I will get it back."
Li Qingyuan frowned and said no more.
The Bai Bo Sword fell into the hands of the old sect leader of the Wenjian Sect again. The old sect leader raised his head, and Zhao Baiyu gave a long laugh. There was a trace of sadness in the laughter, but also a trace of freedom and ease.
He raised his head, the setting sun was like blood.
It reflected the horrific scene of rivers of blood flowing down the entire Cangxuan sect.
And all around, these people were silent, just staring at him.
Zhao Baiyu knew that he would definitely die today. Zhao Baiyu spread his hands and looked calmly at the old master of the Wenjian Sect opposite him. There was not even a trace of fear of death in his eyes.
Some are just as calm as an abyss.
"Today, we two old men will settle this matter."
Zhao Baiyu was calm, but there was still a hint of madness in his heart.
The old sect leader of Wenjian Sect is no longer good. He will run out of true energy and die after taking three shots at most. The current old sect leader is even more miserable than him. He has half a foot in the grave and relies on this mouthful of true energy to survive.
Just hanging on for one's life.
Even if he dies, he still has to take away half of the life of the old master of the Wenjian Sect!
The old master of the Wenjian Sect had a calm face. Of course he knew this, but his expression remained unchanged. The old master of the Wenjian Sect took a step forward and nodded slowly, "But, then I will give you a ride."
With a raised sword, the old sect leader moved and disappeared from the place in an instant!
This movement technique is shocking and terrifying!
On one side, the faces of the masters of the seven sects all changed colors. This was the last old sect leader of the Wenjian Sect. These people couldn't help but disperse to the surroundings, and Mr. Mo, who was not a Zhou sect, also frowned deeply at the moment.
There was a trace of fear on his face.
The figures of the two people intertwined in an instant!
"Pfft", the sword was thrown, and everyone was shocked. They saw a sky-high brilliance suddenly burst out from the old master of the Wenjian Sect, and it seemed that the whole person's aura soared to its peak.
Then, go down with one sword.
This Zhao Baiyu didn't even have any room to fight back. With a pop, the head flew down. On top of the broken corpse, blood spattered everywhere. He fell down and died! A master of the four innate realms was killed with a sword!
There was deathly silence all around!
Instant kill, absolute instant kill!
Zhao Baiyu, who had shown off his power before, did not show any strength to fight back when facing the old master of the Wenjian Sect. He just passed with a sword and his head fell to the ground, and he died like that!
Everyone was simply dumbfounded.
At first, they even thought that Zhao Ruoyu could at least drag on for a while, and at the very least, this would be a shocking battle. But they didn't expect... that in the end, everything would be so peaceful.
The old sect leader sheathed his sword and fell to the ground.
Then, from his body, the terrifying peak energy suddenly fell down again, completely depressed. After just one blow, it completely dimmed, and the old sect leader coughed up blood!
A few mouthfuls of dirty blood were coughed onto the ground, which looked shocking.
The old sect leader wiped the blood from his mouth and slowly raised his head. He glanced at the people around him. He was obviously very old, but there was no trace of turbidity in his eyes. What he had was just the eyes of an eagle.
Normally sharp!
Among the thousands of people from the Seven Sects, except for Chen Fan, who was calm at the moment, the rest of them were all shaken!
This is a warning!
A warning from the old sect leader of Wenjian Sect. Just imagine, even if this old sect leader has half his foot in the ground, as long as he is still breathing, he has the strength to kill the masters of seven sects with this sword. Who would dare to be presumptuous?
Not surprisingly, today's actions are enough to shock the seven factions for more than five years!
The old sect leader's battle today is the pinnacle!
After being shocked at a glance, the old sect leader slowly lowered his head and looked at Zhao Baiyu with a trace of sadness. He was dead, so he was not far away from death.
After silently looking at Luo Cang, the old sect leader turned and left.
People like this don't need him to take action.
As soon as Zhao Baiyu died, the entire Cangxuan sect was actually like a tree falling down and the animals scattered. Everything completely collapsed. The shock gradually receded. These people slowly stepped forward, and people from the seven sects completely surrounded Luo Cang.
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Luo Cang raised his head and let out a long and sad laugh.
He was sitting on the ground, his hair disheveled.
"It's over, it's all over..."
The aura of the violent spirit pill completely dissipated from his body, and Luo Cang's cultivation also fell from the third innate realm back to the first innate realm in one breath, and his whole person began to slump.
A sense of age filled his cheeks, but Luo Cang seemed unaware of it.
Luo Cang slowly stood up.
People from the Seven Factions began to retreat inexplicably.
Blood was still dripping all over his body, and his clothes were a little torn and stained with blood. Luo Cang looked around with this cold look, and he said word by word, "I, Luo Cang, a member of the Seven Sects, am here.
This is what I swear to heaven."
"One day, your fate will be worse than mine."
Luo Cang raised his head and burst into laughter. The setting sun fell like blood on his cheek. The surrounding area was silent. No one dared to refute, "Who else, come up."
Luo Cang opened his hands.
Luo Cang was clearly undefended at the moment, but for some reason, no one dared to step forward. People from the seven sects were all retreating, and Mr. Mo from the Buzhou Sect showed a trace of impatience in his eyes.
Just as he was about to take a step forward, a voice sounded from the crowd on one side.
"...I'll do it."
The people of the seven sects all looked at this man. A young man walked out of the crowd. This young man had black hair shawl and a look of indifference. He also had a broken army on his waist. He looked at the people of the seven sects.
, as if it does not exist.
"It's him!" Lin Zhiqiu's body trembled suddenly in the Liangyi Cult.