Chapter two hundred and fifty-eight sudden changes
Buzz!
Liao Tianyuan's eyes were red, and a dark green flying sword in his hand screamed as if it felt his anger.
Boom!
The ground shook slightly.
Without the real power flying like fire in the sky, Liao Tianyuan's whole body's real power was compressed near his body.
However, this rich real power, which seems to have no prestige, actually exudes a more powerful aura.
This is a method of operating true power through the use of true power by Daoji, gathering the spread true power in one place and exerting its maximum power.
In an instant, he took three steps in the air.
Boom, boom, boom!
Every step is like stepping on someone's heart.
"Death!" he shouted, and his sword slashed in vain.
There was endless resentment in that voice.
The words just fell.
Three terrifying and huge thunderbolts were beating, carrying the aura of destruction, and falling straight down like a long river.
With a solemn look in his eyes, Wang Chen felt that these three cyan thunders had completely locked onto him.
Boom!
The cyan light was dazzling, making it difficult to open one's eyes. A cyan mushroom cloud rose slowly, the ground shook violently, the entire Shoujian Peak was shaking, and the disciples with low cultivation levels could not even stand firm.
The sound of heavy rocks falling was heard.
With this blow, many rocks on Shoujian Peak collapsed.
But at this time, no one cared about the extent of the damage to Shoujian Peak. Everyone was searching in the mess. Is Jiang Yu dead?
Liao Tianyuan was in the air, his robes fluttering, like an immortal or a saint.
Master Liao is too powerful.
Jiang Yu was wiped out in an instant.
"Hey, it's because his sword pulse is too weak that he's like this now and his master hasn't shown up yet. Some people pity Jiang Yu's talent. He can kill seven Nirvana instantly with the power of six Nirvana.
The word genius is two words."
"By the way, who is his master?"
People were talking a lot, but their hearts were depressed. No one thought that the promotion ceremony that was supposed to be a grand event would lead to the death of two senior brothers with advanced cultivation.
The sky suddenly darkened. A ray of green light seemed to be drawn down from the sky, piercing the clouds and falling down.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but be attracted.
"Jiang Yu?"
"He's not dead!"
Outside Shoujian Peak, above the sky, Wang Chen stood in the sky.
Everyone was searching at the top of the peak just now, but they didn't expect that he would arrive outside the peak at some point.
At this moment, there were many burnt spots on his body and his clothes were torn, but his eyes were still staring at Liao Tianyuan closely.
He had to admit that he had underestimated Liao Tianyuan.
He thought that many cultivators in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment died in his own hands, and there were even more monsters. He did not take the cultivators in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment seriously at all.
He is also a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. Liao Tianyuan is as strong as a monster. At this moment, he already understands that Liao Tianyuan is probably the most advanced existence under the major cultivator after eight nirvanas. He may even become a major cultivator in the future.
It's not impossible.
That sword strike just now, if he hadn't obtained the final inheritance of the Qiankun Sword Sect and had a mysterious and instinctive familiarity with the Qiankun Sword Technique, he would have found the space to dodge out.
The ending can only be ashes.
Wang Chen raised his sword to the sky, and the blue sword energy was like a clear spring. It was no longer clear whether it was the sword energy reaching the sky, or the real power drawing the energy of the nine heavens.
A stream of green energy slowly converged, as light as nothing but as heavy as a mountain, and condensed on the tip of Ziji Longquan's sword, turning into a simple green long sword.
The hilt of the sword is slightly long, the whole body is golden, and the golden light is dazzling.
The moment this long sword takes shape.
boom!
The air trembled slightly, and a golden circular ripple suddenly spread out.
At the same time, a kind of coercion from the vast world came out from the golden sword.
Those with lower cultivation levels simply want to kneel before the golden sword.
"The emperor's sword transformed? How is that possible!"
The master of the vein lost his voice. Their knowledge was far beyond that of ordinary disciples. They opened their mouths and spoke out this guess that they were not very sure about.
Even though the Eternal Emperor Sword is just a basic inherited sword technique that all disciples can master, it is an inherited skill after all, and the stories about its transformation only exist in legends.
"Transformation?" Everyone was stunned.
Wang Chen felt that the flying sword in his hand was extremely heavy. He faced Liao Tianyuan and struck down with a single strike.
Qiankun borrows the law, the eternal emperor sword!
The wind roared, like the eve of a violent storm. In the sky, a golden shadow appeared, solemn and majestic, like an emperor wielding a sword. At the same time, he raised his sword and fell.
The sky here was reflected in a golden color.
"Little bastard!"
"I can't leave you alone!"
Liao Tianyuan was first frightened and then angry. He clenched his teeth and his murderous intention became stronger. At this moment, he had a deep sense of crisis. If Wang Chen did not die, he would not dare to think about the consequences of growing up in the future.
Amid the loud shouts, he advanced instead of retreating, raised his sword and faced him fiercely.
Boom!
A shocking explosion sounded in the air, and the golden sword energy shattered and flew away, condensing into a dazzling ball of light that lasted for a long time.
What a pity!
"An old pulse master sighed, if this son is my sword pulse, I will fight Liao Tianyuan to the death to save him."
Many pulse masters around nodded.
Inheriting the secrets and transforming them into forms, these qualifications can be said to be earth-shattering.
"It's a pity that he is too young and has no background, so he is destined to be killed by Liao Tianyuan."
A pair of complicated eyes stared at the sky.
The light gradually dissipated, but only the murderous Liao Tianyuan stood blankly in the air.
There were several cuts on his body. Although they were not fatal, the blood stains were obvious.
This transformed Emperor Sword still hurt him after all.
"Where is Jiang Yu?" Everyone looked around, but found nothing.
ah!
In the sky, Liao Tianyuan let out an angry roar, and the sudden disappearance of Wang Chen made him completely lose his mind.
"Shu Zi, I swear to kill you!"
The roar was like thunder, shaking the mountain peaks.
"Jiang Yu actually ran away?" All the disciples looked at each other in shock.
How is this possible?
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A hall is spacious but not bright.
There are majestic giant pillars on both sides, but they are only inlaid with spiritual stones that emit a faint red light.
The hall was printed with blood red.
If it weren't for the sound of the cup cover gently rubbing against the teacup, Wang Chen would have thought that he had been killed by Liao Tianyuan and had arrived in the underworld at this moment.
Suppressing the boiling strength in his body, he looked up.
Not far from the front, there is a middle-aged man sitting, wearing a blue Taoist robe, with an immortal air and bright eyes.
The man seemed not to have seen Wang Chen, holding up the tea cup and savoring it carefully.
Wang Chen didn't say anything. He looked at him carefully and felt a warning sign in his heart.
Just now he saw Liao Tianyuan rushing towards him, and he was about to fight for his life, but he saw a light cloud floating in and instantly moved him here. He had only seen this kind of magical power in the Black Ice Demon Emperor.
This place is very strange, I'm afraid it's not a good place, but this person doesn't look like a bad person.
After a long while, the man put down the tea cup neatly, raised his head and said.
"Young man, what is your name?"
This ordinary call was made in a clear and gentle voice.
However, Wang Chen felt as if there was a chill that chilled him from head to heart.
"I'm sure I've heard this somewhere..."
And it's a very scary sound.
"Where exactly?"
Wang Chen's thoughts changed rapidly.
"Are you... afraid of me?"
The man's head tilted slightly.
"Who are you."
Wang Chen didn't answer the question, but the man's tilt of his head gave him a strange feeling.
"Ha, although I rarely show up in the sect, you don't even know the sect master, right?"
The middle-aged man smiled slightly.
"Yi Qianxing, the leader of the Qiankun Sword Sect?"
Wang Chen was shocked and his eyes quickly swept across the hall.
"This is...Chongyang Palace?"
"Remember, don't get close to Chongyang Palace."
Lan Qingzi's words cut through his thoughts like a bolt of lightning.