Everyone felt that the relatively refreshing wind was as cold as the biting winter wind, cooling people's hearts! "Your Excellency, you want to make enemies of so many forces like me!"
Bai Zhanjian shouted loudly, sweating profusely.
This Dama is not on the same level at all! Su Xuan glanced at him coldly and disappeared again.
When he appeared again, he was already in front of Jian Jiuhui.
His body was not as tall as Jian Jiuhui's, but it gave Jian Jiuhui the illusion that a high mountain was standing in front of him.
"And you?"
he asked.
"I... Shi can't be killed..." Jian Jiuhui gritted his teeth.
But the next moment.
"boom!"
Su Xuan pulled back and revealed the broken sword of Yama.
"Have you ever heard that Yama does not see life?"
Su Xuan made a faint sound and drew out his sword. The ghost wind whimpered and blew the sword Jiuhui.
"Ah..." he screamed, and was horrified to find that his flesh and blood had melted away and only his bones were visible.
A golden sword flew into Su Xuan's hand like a cloud of smoke, with wisps of human-shaped smoke surrounding it.
This is the clan-suppressing sword of the Jian Jiuhui lineage! Sacrificed with the blood of the family, it is a half-step holy sword.
But as long as the family continues to grow stronger, this Tongyou Clan sword will continue to transform until it becomes a holy sword! "The Tongyou Sword, a sword that connects to the netherworld, can communicate with ancestors of the bloodline and all the people in the world."
Su Xuan muttered to himself, holding the Nether Sword.
This is a type of spiritual sword that was very popular in ancient times. A powerful ethnic group would forge one as long as they had the casting method.
It's a pity that the sword-making technique has been lost, and it is even more rare now! Jian Jiuhui rose to power with this sword that leads to the underworld! But at this moment when Su Xuan raised his head, Jian Jiuhui had turned into a skeleton, trembling and retreating.
Dare to look directly at Su Xuan.
Same thing.
Su Xuan inserted the Tongyou Sword into his back.
Then.
He walked up to Jian Qing Mo and asked, "What about you?"
The two words were like a magic sound, making everyone feel cold to the bone.
Jian Qingmo's hair stood on end, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"I...I give, give..." Jian Qing Mo tremblingly took out a black sword with the power of good and evil intertwined! Qing Mo Sword... Although it is a half-step holy weapon, it is the holy sword that fell.
The sword of a sword demon in ancient times.
"Finally someone with a brain."
Su Xuan nodded and took it.
Jian Qingmo showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
After seeing Su Xuan's terrifying methods, if he is still stubborn, then he really has no brains.
And at this moment.
The monks who had not been snatched away by Su Xuan gathered together like crazy as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Su Xuan glanced at Xu Beixing among them.
Damn it...Xu Beixing shuddered and was being targeted.
However, when Su Xuan passed by, he still had some friendship with this boy, so he stopped snatching him.
The next moment.
Su Xuan appeared in front of Zhang Tianci, the senior brother of the Heavenly Emperor's Thunder Sword Sect.
"Borrowing a sword and playing with it."
Su Xuan whispered.
The ordinary-looking elder brother of the Sword Sect suddenly raised his head, his brows split into terrifying vertical pupils.
Among them... there seems to be a terrifying emperor! "Your Excellency, you have a good idea, I will see you later!"
Zhang Tianci chuckled, resisted Su Xuan's blow, and then retreated far away.
Su Xuan raised his eyebrows, and his heart palpitated because of those vertical pupils.
He grabbed it with his big hand and transformed into an ancient dragon claw.
"snort!"
Zhang Tianci groaned, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of golden blood, then transformed into a bloody Emperor to stop Su Xuan, and then escaped.
Su Xuan frowned and did not chase after him, because Zhang Tianci actually broke through the troubled area of the Immortal Sword King! "It's a good trick!"
Su Xuan flicked his nails and wrote down this number.
then.
He looked at the others.
"Your Excellency, the monks here include all the major forces in the Eastern Wasteland!"
Bai Zhanjian shouted fiercely, with a warning: "If you touch us, you will become the enemy of most of the Eastern Wasteland, think about it clearly!"
Su Xuan thought for a moment, then chuckled: "You think so highly of yourself."
Bai Zhanjian's expression suddenly changed.
But before he could say anything, Su Xuan took a step forward, and the five Saint Soldiers of Origin appeared behind him.
"Are you the Origin Sword Master?"
Chen banzhu suddenly lost his voice and stared at Su Xuan with his eyes.
His brother... probably died in the hands of this person! Su Xuan walked towards them step by step, his eyes quietly cold: "I guessed it right, but it's useless."
...the other side.
Not too long had passed, but Chen Xiaowan could no longer hold on under the Sword King's offensive.
Su Xuan's eight swords had all been slashed out, and his plain white clothes were completely stained with blood! Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Chen Xiaowan was defeated.
"Your sword is pretty good, but it's a pity that it doesn't belong to you and can't exert much power."
The Peerless Sword King spoke calmly, with a bit of ridicule: "That evil lord is indeed amazingly talented. He can master such a powerful sword technique. It's a pity that he offended the Pure Land."
Born in the underworld, they understand better what the Pure Land represents.
It is the source of chaos and synonymous with terror! The pure land's talisman vein is even famous in the underworld, and even the spiritual saints change their expressions when they hear it.
The first one is already a narrow escape, the second one can find a place to bury him in advance, the third one is absolutely no chance of death, and it is difficult for the gods to save him! They don't believe that Su Xuan can survive it! Chen Xiaowan pursed her lips and stared stubbornly
Sword King.
She didn't speak, but Chen Xiaowan's anger could be seen in her eyes.
"It seems you care about that evil lord.
Just in time, I’ll send you on your way.”
The voice of the Peerless Sword King became indifferent.
Killing Chen Xiaowan... was just a matter of one sword stroke! If he hadn't taken out the astrological sword inheritance from Chen Xiaowan intact, he would have killed Chen Xiaowan long ago! "Oh!"
Destruction swept Chen Xiaowan like the wind.
"puff!"
Chen Xiaowan vomited blood, and the power of the sword alone made her stagger to the ground.
But just as the sword approached, a dragon boat broke out of the void, and it was Monk Wu Chang.
He stopped the sword! "Xiaowan, follow grandpa."
He was still smiling, but there was depth in his eyes.
"court death!"
The two sword kings' eyes turned cold and they took action directly.
but.
The dragon boat turned into a purple dragon and circled around Monk Wuchang and Chen Xiaowan.
"Xiaowan, go with grandpa."
Monk Wu Chang spoke again, but his eyes turned like a whirlpool.
"Fat Grandpa..." Xiaowan's eyes began to be dazed, but the next moment they fluctuated violently and regained some clarity: "Fat Grandpa, what are you doing?"
Monk Wuchang was startled for a moment, then grinned: "You are indeed the person I like. His will is still so firm despite being severely injured."
Said.
Monk Wu Chang's big hand, like a cattail leaf fan, was grabbing at Xiaowan.
"Follow grandpa, grandpa will show you the good and evil in the world!"
Monk Impermanence whispered quietly.
Chen Xiaowan instinctively wanted to struggle, but she felt powerless.
But also at this moment.
"Whoa!"
A figure appeared next to Chen Xiaowan and grabbed Monk Wuchang's big hand.
"who?"
Monk Wu Chang was startled. He didn't expect anyone to disturb him at this time.
Seeing the white-faced and blue-haired man who suddenly appeared in front of him, Monk Wuchang's eyes suddenly turned cold and his smiling face also changed.
Chen Xiaowan looked at that stalwart figure, her expression was startled, and then she couldn't help but blurt out, "Sir?"
This figure is so familiar, no matter how his aura changes, he can be recognized at a glance.
Su Xuan paused and then responded softly: "I'm here."