Chapter 252 In front of the sword tomb, the wind is rising!
Under the horrified gazes of many Sword Sect monks, Su Xuan beheaded the remaining three ancestors in succession.
Their strength is far inferior to that of Su Xuan. Su Xuan has always been able to fight at higher levels, so it will be easy for him to fight against those at the same level.
What's more, with his current invincible strength as a spiritual master, how many people can withstand his attack without relying on external force?
It only took two punches for the ancestor of the Sword Sect to be killed, so he was already very strong! Su Xuan looked up at Shanhe Jianzhang, who had been suppressing him, and sneered.
Xiahou Longhu is good at layout, and this is obviously the beginning.
"In the Battle of Sword City, I was limited in every way. That was because I was not prepared. But now, let's see how you can tie me up!"
Su Xuan strode forward with a cold expression.
Behind him, the Stegosaurus and others were directly crushed to death by Su Xuan.
They already know his identity, so they can die.
As for the ten mountain and river sword puppets, they are still tightly bound by Su Xuan.
He wants to control these ten mountain and river sword puppets! The location of the sword altar.
There were many sword robes, and the disciples were in an uproar.
Su Xuan's arrival has completely spread throughout the Sword Sect.
Especially Su Xuan's violent actions, killing the ancestors of the Sword Sect one after another, made everyone shiver.
The sword-robed men who had previously called Su Xuan useless turned pale, and some of them had already fled to the depths, not daring to stay here any longer.
Duanmu Wangling, who had always lowered his head, raised his head, and his originally dull eyes began to show fierceness.
"The world is indifferent and does not know the righteousness of its predecessors.
But I, the Duanmu King's Tomb, will never follow the crowd, and I will wait here for my seniors today.
After the predecessors, there must be royal tombs, and only after death."
He muttered to himself, clasping his hands tightly.
……"boom!"
Su Xuan, who was walking deeper, raised his head, and a giant hammer like a mountain crashed down.
Su Xuan sneered and punched out.
"Bang!"
The dull collision echoed.
The giant hammer flew away, but Su Xuan just stopped.
"Thousand Machine Emperor Sword!"
Su Xuan drank lowly.
Naturally, the Shanhe Sword Sect also has ancient imperial swords, but there are not many of them. There were only two left at that time, but they were two of the most terrifying imperial swords in the contemporary era.
Ordinary emperor swords, without the sword spirit, without the power of the Great Dao, and without the use of the Spirit Emperor, do not have much power at all.
But these two emperor swords are different! One of them is the Thousand Machines Emperor Sword, which can transform into thousands of spiritual weapons and integrate into the luck and general trend of a large area.
At this moment, the Thousand Machines Emperor Sword merged into the Shanhe sword force and began to attack him.
"Boom! Boom!"
Terrifying roars echoed from time to time, and the Thousand Swords Emperor Sword kept appearing, constantly bombarding Su Xuan.
In this case, a Half-Step Spirit Emperor can be killed in a few blows, and the power is far greater than a full-strength blow from a Half-Step Spirit Emperor! This is the characteristic of the Thousand Machine Emperor Sword.
In fact, considering Su Xuan's cultivation at the moment and his ability to control luck that no one else has, the combat power he can unleash in Tiannan is terrifying. There are several swords behind him that can be pulled by luck and explode with considerable power.
If he were in Tiannan at this moment, even if one person was guarding it, without the cultivation of the Spirit Emperor, no matter how many people came, it would be in vain! "Under such a bombardment, a sword force entered my body and suppressed my strength..." Su Xuan sneered, but
It's a complete disregard.
He moved forward step by step.
Suddenly.
Su Xuan paused.
In the distance, Jianling Sword Tomb is in sight.
When he first entered the Eastern Wasteland, he was killed by Xiahou Longhu and imprisoned in the Sword Tomb.
If he hadn't been tenacious in life, he would have been suppressed to death in the Sword Tomb! "Back then, I died once in the Sanzong area, and my evil body became complete.
I died again in the previous battle in the Eastern Wasteland, and the evil sword became great.
And now that I am cultivating evil patterns, am I going to die again?"
Su Xuan's eyes wrinkled slightly.
In these years, Su Xuan actually didn't understand the method of immortality of the evil god.
Each level of practice seems to require him to die once, but it seems that he can continue to practice without dying.
"If I don't die, I won't be able to achieve great success.
Or is it because the realm is low and such restrictions are still small?"
Su Xuan couldn't understand.
"Or will things change later?"
Su Xuan vaguely felt that once the evil patterns were completely condensed to 100,000, many answers would be easily solved.
And this will also be Su Xuan's biggest trump card this time! "Boom!"
When Su Xuan walked to the sword tomb, a terrifying aura suddenly broke out.
The sword cultivators at the sword altar in the distance were covered in hair and began to retreat.
The power of the evil lord was terrifying to see! Only at this moment did they realize how short-sighted and arrogant they were! In front of Su Xuan, they probably didn't even have the courage to draw their swords.
Su Xuan didn't look at them, but concentrated on the sword tomb.
There... there is an ancient seal.
Through the Eye of Heaven and Earth, Su Xuan could see a giant sword stuck in it, with an old man tied to it! Jian Kong! Jian Huang’s junior brother, Su Xuan’s senior uncle! He was surrounded by ferocious black shadows, nibbling away
While he is alive, he is also eroding Jiankong, turning him into a creature that is neither human nor ghost.
Just like Chu Qingkuang and the four Sword Sect ancestors whom Su Xuan saved! "You want to use such dirty methods to deal with me again?"
Su Xuan smiled solemnly, but there was no wave in his eyes.
The next moment.
Su Xuan shouted: "Xiahou Longhu, use all your methods!"
A brief silence.
"As you wish!"
Xiahou Longhu's indifferent voice echoed.
"boom!"
A terrifying silhouette of the Spirit Emperor appeared, holding a long green gold sword with a hilt as long as the sword body.
This is the original appearance of the Thousand Machines Emperor Sword.
Use the Emperor's Shadow to hold the Emperor's Sword! This will unleash extremely terrifying power, at least 60% of the power of the Emperor's Sword! And that's not all.
Another imperial shadow appeared on the side.
It holds a bronze war sword, which is simple and vast, exuding the power of the ancient emperor.
The Flying Emperor Sword! If it never falls to the ground, it will be destroyed! It is said that this is the strongest sword emperor sword in the history. One move of the Flying Sword can kill a saint, and it ranks among the top ten emperor swords in the Eastern Wasteland! This is also the strongest sword of the Shanhe Sword Sect.
Emperor Sword! At this moment, the two Emperor Swords gathered together, and the Mountain and River Sword Chapter was divided into two parts and merged into the Emperor's Shadow.
For a time, the power was great.
At the sword altar.
The monks were in an uproar, changing their previous fear and becoming excited.
"The strong man in the sect has moved. This is the strongest emperor sword in the Sword Sect!"
"Let's see how he resists!"
"This level of power is almost the same as that of the Spirit Emperor!"
They screamed in surprise.
And this isn't over yet.
"Boom boom boom!"
Sword cultivators from the Sword Sect began to gather here.
They looked cold and stern, including elders, disciples, and some strong men who were practicing in seclusion from the Sword Sect.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of sword cultivators gathered here.
They looked at Su Xuan, and fierce murderous intent began to appear in their eyes.
"Evil Lord, let me see where you are going this time!"
"Execute him quickly, kneel down and repent!"
"In your previous life, you were Jian Beichen and a monk of our Sword Sect. Now you have become evil. You should commit suicide to thank the world!"
They shouted loudly.
When there are more people, confidence will naturally be sufficient.
At this moment, more than ten thousand sword cultivators surrounded Su Xuan, and they were even more courageous.
With Su Xuan as the center, they approached the two imperial figures and began to surround Su Xuan.
The sword intent was raging, pointing directly at Su Xuan, blowing his hair like a dragon.
Su Xuan paused, and then the fear that everyone imagined did not appear.
Su Xuan just smiled evilly: "That's interesting.
Do you want to take action first, or do you want me to take action first?"
Everyone froze for a moment, feeling inexplicably cold in their hearts when they saw Su Xuan.
One person can defeat many, showing off his grace! And facing the power of thousands of people, Su Xuan's momentum is not weak at all! "This is the first time I'll do it, I'll give you a chance.
If you want to run or if you want to take action, it’s up to you."
Su Xuan grinned wildly.
Everyone's eyelids jumped and they were furious: "You evil devil, I will kill you here today and bury you in the sword tomb!"
"Yes, kill him!"
The loud shouts echoed in all directions.
In the crowd, Duanmu Wang Ling grasped his hand fiercely and stood out without hesitation.
Under the shocked gaze of everyone, he walked up to Su Xuan and bowed with great respect: "Senior, I haven't seen you for many years. Wang Ling misses you very much."
Su Xuan frowned.
The crowd was in an uproar.
"Duanmu Royal Tomb, what do you mean?"
"You want to betray Jian Zong?"
"Damn it, he was deceived by the evil lord!"
"He is already a traitor and should be killed!"
Everyone shouted loudly.
Duanmu Wangling was unmoved, raised his head slightly, and looked at Su Xuan with determined eyes.
"The art of swordsmanship has not reached its peak, and the trend has not yet been achieved. You should endure it and not come out."
Su Xuan spoke coldly.
Duanmu Wang Ling smiled: "Wang Ling knows that he is weak, but the swordsman can do something and not do anything.
At this moment, I think the seniors are right and they are wrong, and I should stand up and stand on the side of the seniors."
He glanced at the many sword cultivators who were filled with righteous indignation. There was no anger, but his eyes became sharper and the belief in his heart became firmer.
Then Duanmu Wang Ling looked directly at Su Xuan: "Back then, I was fortunate to have the guidance of my seniors, and I occasionally achieved small successes.
Senior, you once said, May my sword support Yao for nine days.
Wang Ling has kept this in mind and worked hard for it over the years.
Today, I hope that senior will not give up and fight with senior! Senior, you once said that Jian Zong would not kill Jian Zong, but now Jian Zong is corrupt and has no righteousness.
So why not kill?
As a sword cultivator, my body can be destroyed, but my sword intention cannot be bent! If this battle is defeated, Wang Ling will only die."
He said, bowed deeply, and the sword of mountains and rivers rushed to the bullfight, shocking the world.