Chapter one hundred and ninety-fifth life sword lotus
Behind Xueya, only the body of the solid blood python was left, and its head was shattered in the collision.
"Impossible! You are just a captain with the lowest cultivation level, not even a core disciple!"
Ignoring the surge of blood in his body, he roared, and his long hair, which had been carefully tidied up, fell down and flew with the surging air, making him look like a ghost.
The bloody real power surged crazily, and the giant python-shaped body squirmed, and three ferocious heads poked out from the python whose shape could no longer be seen clearly.
Roar!
As soon as they took shape, the three giant pythons seemed to be alive, and they let out a low roar in the sky.
Zheng, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the snake's mouth, and then, three terrifying tongues kept twisting in the air, and when the snake's mouth opened and closed, a sharp bloody sword energy came out.
In an instant, the sky was filled with bloody sword energy sweeping across the sky.
Du Zida and the other four people's eyes widened as they looked at the sky where the two were fighting, filled with red sword rays. It was almost impossible to discern their trajectory with the naked eye, like wind-blown gravel, with only a little blue light moving in it.
Since snake heads can still regenerate, we simply cut them all off.
Wang Chen stepped on the heavy sword, jumped up, and avoided the two streaks of blood that swept over him by a hair. He pointed his finger in the air.
Zhengzhengzheng!
The huge sword lotus in the sky exploded with a bang, leaving only three huge skeleton-like petals floating in the air, while each of the remaining petals turned into a sharp sword energy and rushed towards the blood python like a sky and the sun.
The sound of sword energy clashing can be heard endlessly, like two armies charging at each other. The scene is shocking.
Wang Chen raised his sword and stabbed again, and three huge petals were attracted and shot towards the snake's head.
The sword energy transformed from the lotus flower was extremely sharp. The red light encountered along the way was instantly shattered, and it was close to the snake's head in an instant.
"do not underestimate me!"
Xueya had entered a state of madness at this moment. With a sudden squeeze of his white palm, the three blood python heads instantly merged and turned into a bloody sword.
Blood-breaking slash!
Boom boom boom!
He held the big bloody sword in his hand and danced three times in a row. Every time he struck the sword, a torrential glow of blood rose up and pierced the sky.
In the muffled thunderous explosion, three huge petals were turned into green light and shattered. Xueya shouted sharply, holding a blood-colored long sword, and stabbed at Wang Chen with a sword like lightning.
"It's over!" Hua Wangu didn't dare to look. Even people like them, who were far inferior in cultivation, could see that Wang Chen's act of exploding the sword lotus and injuring the enemy was obviously a desperate move.
At this moment, even the three huge petals were smashed to pieces by Xueya. How could he, the captain, resist the Shura-like enemy?
The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon!
Xueya shouted fiercely, his heart filled with bloodlust and relief, screaming, waiting for the moment when Wang Chen was torn apart by his sword.
Looking at the oncoming bloody sword light, overwhelming the sky and the earth, the sword energy was dense and cold as if the air was frozen. He stretched out his hand and grasped the bronze long sword suspended in front of him. The green light of the long sword was strong.
In the blood, a little green rhyme swayed like a flame, small but firm.
Qiankun Sword Lotus, open!
As soon as he finished speaking, the cluster of green flames exploded and turned into the shape of a lotus.
Zheng!
Thousands of clanging sounds sounded at the same time, with Wang Chen as the center, and countless sword energy shot out at the same time in a radius of a hundred meters.
Du Zida and the other four people all opened their eyes and opened their mouths wide as they watched a blue sword lotus blooming in the air, instantly drowning Xue Ya and Wang Chen.
Each petal of this sword lotus is composed of countless sword energy. When ejected like this, it has the power to penetrate the heaven and earth.
One petal...
Two petals...
Senhan's sword energy froze for an unknown amount of time before slowly dissipating, but bystanders could no longer feel the passage of time.
Different from the clanging sound that filled the sky just now, this flower of sword energy quickly became smaller in an instant and turned into a small flame floating in the air.
Bloody Fang is still suspended in the air, but its whole body is covered with huge gaps dripping with blood, which cannot even be described as a sieve.
"My...Sword Lotus...you actually succeeded in cultivating it. This is impossible..." He widened his eyes and wanted to say something, but he kept coughing up blood and finally fell.
What was left for him today were too many impossibilities, which directly led to his death.
His corpse, like Huangfu Xun, sank into the black mist of Guimen Gorge. Several people unconsciously looked at the ever-dense black mist in the abyss. In that darkness, his unwilling eyes seemed to still remain.
The natal sword lotus in Xueya's mouth is a strange spiritual power cultivated by the disciples of the Qiankun Broken Sword Sect. It can absorb tens of millions of sword energy and instantly burst out to damage the enemy, just like the legendary sword pill.
And this kind of alien spiritual power has extremely obvious shortcomings. Once it is broken by someone, it will cause serious physical and mental damage to the host.
The sword lotus condensed by Wang Chen is just a natural change after practicing the Qiankun Sword Technique to a high level, and its power is even more powerful than the ordinary natal sword lotus.
It's no wonder that even before his death, Xueya refused to admit that Wang Chen had mastered the Qiankun Sword Art to a high level.
This kind of sword art of a large sect, even if it is mastered by ordinary disciples, it is not that easy to practice it to a high level of understanding. He has been immersed in the blood python for who knows how many years before he has what he has now
of higher-order forms.
The battle in Guimen Gorge, in terms of combat effectiveness, was already much better than when Wang Chen fought Xue Wuxue.
However, like a pebble sinking into the sea, there was no ripple on this matter, and there was no relevant report from any intelligence sect.
Unlike the cultivation world where a large number of cultivators die every day, Xueya and Huangfu Xun are already among the top group of the young generation. If the news of their death is confirmed, it will inevitably cause an uproar.
Two days later.
A transmission note sounded in my ears.
Team leaders, come to see me above Guimen Gorge.
"It's Kong Ling, but why is it Guimen Gorge?" Wang Chen frowned slightly.
If the matter is exposed, it is more likely that he will be surrounded and suppressed here.
This sensitive location aroused many speculations in him, but he was not too worried.
Although he is not Kong Ling's opponent at the moment, it is not difficult for him to escape from Kong Ling's hands when he takes on the form of a true immortal.
It’s just that the biggest problem with the matter being revealed is that, unfortunately, Jiang Yu’s identity, now his Qiankun Sword Art and Six Paths Sword Art have mutually confirmed each other. Both of them have made rapid progress. As expected, once he completes the five Nirvanas, these seven Nirvanas will
Kong Ling of Yuan Dynasty will not be his opponent.
If he could obtain a higher-level Qiankun Sword Technique as Jiang Yu, the benefits to his advanced practice of the Six Paths Sword would be immeasurable, so he cherished this identity very much.
But if it is really discovered, then there will be no need to worry about it.
While thinking, he galloped towards Guimen Gorge.
Guimen Gorge is huge, but Wang Chen found the gathering place without any effort.
Because these talented cultivators from the Northern Territory gathered together, their aura was so strong that even if cultivators were passing by and sensed this terrifying aura, they would have to take a detour.
On one side of the canyon, several captains stood. When they saw Wang Chen flying down from the sky, some lowered their heads, and some showed contempt in their eyes.
But after all, he didn't make any threats like last time.
Just like last time, he found an inconspicuous position. Wang Chen leaned on a raised rock and closed his eyes to rest.
After waiting for a while, several figures came down from the sky, and the number of team leaders reached eight.
At this time, in the distance, a sound of air control was heard like a sharp blade cutting through the air, bringing with it a terrifying blood-colored cyclone, whirring, and the smaller sand and stones scattered all over the ground were blown away.
A blood shadow descended from the sky, revealing Kong Ling's short figure in the center of the crowd.