Three hours after the "Book of Confession to the Holy Master Hunyuan" was issued, the crowd gathered around the statue of the saint in the Great Sage Square had approached 200,000.
Looking into the distance, one can see a sea of people and a sea of people.
The Thirteen Swords in Ten Directions have already occupied thirteen favorable locations, disguised themselves and blended in with the crowd.
These thirteen locations are exactly the best positions for them to display the Ten Directions Sword Formation. When the sword formation is deployed, even the Holy Lord Hunyuan will be there in person, and he will be able to fight.
When the news came, everyone in the Thirteen Swords of Ten Directions was so shocked that they could hardly believe their ears.
Then Qing Zizi was the first to scream strangely and exclaimed: "What a Mr. Song! What a Sun Ning! I, Qing Zi Zi, am convinced of him. Even Holy Master Hunyuan dares to do it. His courage is better than mine."
!I, the Shifang Sword Sect, am truly lucky to be able to form a deep friendship with these nine heavenly dragons!"
The beautiful eyes of the seventh sister Luo Yanzhi were even more gleaming, and she shouted tenderly: "Elder brother, what are we waiting for? Go and cheer for him!"
"otherwise!"
Huo Yanxia shook his head and said: "For many years, no mortal has dared to provoke the great saint. The seriousness of this matter is even far beyond our imagination. I don't know how the saints will deal with it in the end, but the saint has been humiliated.
If the matter is serious, it is very likely that the Holy Lord Hunyuan will take action himself. Mr. Song is by no means a reckless person. If he does this, he will most likely have repercussions. But we still have to raid the formation for him, guard him secretly when not necessary, and guard him secretly when necessary.
Show up to build momentum."
Xiao Qiushui said in a deep voice: "What the tenth senior brother said is absolutely true, so let's do it!"
Junior sister Mo Daiqiu's quirky gem eyes were still filled with uncontrollable excitement, and she exclaimed: "What the senior brothers said is right, what are we waiting for? Let's go to the Monkey King Square and have a look!"
She really couldn't help but want to see what kind of attitude that arrogant and almost domineering guy looked like at this moment.
And when she blended into the crowd, looking at the man with an ancient and unruffled face, as if he was an old monk in trance, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart that she had never felt before.
There has never been a man who made her feel so majestic and majestic, like an insurmountable mountain with dangerous peaks, strong and iron-clad, fearless, willful and unrestrained, looking down at the sky!
There is a lot of noise around.
When there was a sea of people, many comments that had not been dared to occur before slowly emerged. After all, in such a noisy atmosphere, it is extremely difficult to accurately detect what one is talking about.
"After so long, only the Chief of the Merit Department and Elder Tianwei have made peace, but the Holy Lord Hunyuan himself has never been seen. I really don't know why."
Some people wondered.
People around him speculated: "We have no way of knowing the identity of Mr. Song. But judging from his demeanor, demeanor, and domineering style, he seems to be confident. On the other hand, Holy Master Hunyuan has always been silent, and he seems to be a little scared.
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"Who told you that my master is afraid?"
At this moment, a cold and stern voice came from afar.
This man was as silent as cicadas, and his expression suddenly changed. He saw a white-robed young man flying towards him on top of a flying sword. His eyebrows were like swords, his temperament was as sharp as flying feathers, and his whole body was filled with waves of angry flames.
A giant python twists and turns.
"That is the seventh disciple of Saint Hunyuan, the 401st ranked superpower on the Longevity List!"
someone exclaimed.
Yun Mingxuan's white robe fluttered like an anger, and his long and stern eyebrows were slightly frowned, with murderous intent gathering between his brows. His cold eyes fell on the person who just spoke, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "How dare you dare to act like a mere ant?
The great saint must die!"
"No……"
Before the man finished speaking, Yun Mingxuan put his fingers together and made a sharp stroke. A red three-foot sword energy passed by his neck, and his head was in a different place in an instant.
Hunyuan sword, three feet of sword energy!
The onlookers screamed and hurriedly backed away. In an instant, the dense flow of people nearby separated like a tide because of him.
Yun Mingxuan stood out from the crowd, with a cold smile on his lips, and a faint aura that controlled life and death flowed in his eyes.
He passed through the crowd and looked at the white-haired man sitting cross-legged on the ground with his long sword in his hand and his aura like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi within a radius of twenty feet. Apart from the majestic holy statue, he was startled.
I secretly praised: "Under the spotlight of everyone, it is still like a high mountain and a flat lake. This bastard is so powerful!"
"However, these vain things are of no use."
"With my strength and holding the Hunyuan Qi Rope, even if I can't capture you alive, it will be easy to kill you."
Yun Mingxuan thought so, and the smile on his lips became more and more obvious. He walked slowly and step by step until he was only a foot away from Sun Ning before he stopped. He still didn't speak and looked up and down.
"Who is coming?"
Sun Ning asked calmly, but did not open his eyes.
"The seventh disciple of Saint Hunyuan, Yun Mingxuan."
Yun Mingxuan grinned, with a hint of cruelty in his smile: "You dare to provoke and blaspheme my teacher, because you have lived too long, right?"
"Did Holy Lord Hunyuan just send you, this clown, to challenge my majesty?"
Sun Ning slowly opened his eyes, his clear eyes briefly glanced at Yun Mingxuan, and asked with a half-smile.
Yun Mingxuan was furious, but he did not show it too much on his face. Instead, he kept in mind the instructions of Holy Lord Hunyuan and said in a cold voice: "My teacher is magnanimous and I don't want to argue with you. I, Yun Mingxuan, can't stand it.
I came out privately to fight for his old man. This matter is my personal behavior and has nothing to do with Holy Lord Hunyuan."
"Yeah?"
Sun Ning asked back, half-smiling but not smiling. There was a look of disdain in his eyes, which meant that any lies would be hidden from his eyes.
Yun Mingxuan angrily rebuked: "Of course it is! Mr. Sun, pull out your sword and see how I can eradicate heretics for my master and punish you for blasphemy."
"If you want me to draw my sword, is it up to you?"
Sun Ning sat cross-legged on the ground without getting up. He slightly bent his right hand and threw a straight punch lightly.
This punch seemed ordinary, but the moment it left Sun Ning's fist, it actually formed into a golden bell.
As the fist strength continues to increase, the big bell continues to get bigger.
In the blink of an eye, the golden bell blasted by this punch had already been crushed like a mountain. The body of the bell had clear and complex inscriptions and seals.
This is simply no ordinary punch, but an extremely powerful bell-shaped magic weapon.
"Three-foot sword energy!"
Yun Mingxuan's complexion changed, and he shouted low. He connected his hands, and a red sword energy that was exactly three feet long appeared three times in a row, in the shape of a "pin", and fired at the big bell.
Buzz buzz...
Accompanied by continuous roars, violent energy spread out like a hurricane, forming a large circle of energy. Hundreds and thousands of people standing twenty feet away were swept away by this violent energy.
, screaming and falling to the ground one after another. (To be continued)