The first thousand two hundred and fifty-two chapters of the mysterious world messenger
"Zhuo Bufan, today I will use your soul and blood to pay tribute to my son." The Qingxuan Sect Master looked crazy, and his breath suddenly burst out, forming a vacuum area.
Anything close to this area will be quietly torn into powder by the violent aura.
Zhuo Bufan stared at the green bamboo sword in front of him, about two fingers wide and about three feet long. His whole body was like a bamboo sword made of the most ordinary green bamboo, but it contained a heart-wrenching aura.
"First grade of spiritual weapon!"
Zhuo Bufan recognized the grade of the bamboo sword at a glance.
At this moment, Zhuo Bufan glared.
I saw the green bamboo sword slowly sliding and forming a green "fan". It turned out that this was not a bamboo sword, but a full eleven swords, both in size and in color.
Exactly the same.
Whoosh swish swish swish swish!
Eleven green bamboo swords flew around the Qingxuan Sect Master, with the tip of the sword facing down to form a sword-based formation, slowly centering the body of the Qingxuan Sect Master, and constantly rotating at a slow speed.
"My Green Sword God Art is only one green sword away from reaching the realm of Great Perfection. However, just these eleven green swords, if you want to kill you, it is like taking a picture of your baby!"
The Qingxuan Sect Master said lightly, his voice mixed with endless chill.
"Okay, I'll try your Green Sword God Art, or my Nine Swords Against Heaven."
Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth.
The combat power of each monk cannot be based on the level of cultivation as a constant standard. The combat power can be exerted including the cultivation techniques, combat skills, combat amplitude, scheming, ability to adapt to the changes, level of magic, and understanding of the laws of spiritual energy...
Only by calculating various factors can the final battle result be obtained.
For example, in the cultivation world, there will often happen in the innate powerhouses killing cultivators in the condensation stage in seconds, and innate powerhouses can even defeat the golden elixir. These are determined by various factors.
Of course, it is probably only 100,000 years before the genius who can kill the Jindan stage can be cultivated, and each one is an extremely precious existence in the sect.
Whoosh swish swish swish swish!
In an instant, the eleven green bamboo swords had flew to the head of the Qingxuan Sect Master, forming strange shapes that were different from each other and were uneven from each other. Each green bamboo sword emitted a light green light, and there were faintly each other.
The blue silk threads are connected to each other, as if a dragon was born, and the sword body is covered with a solemn and murderous aura, almost even the air around it is frozen.
The first move of the Nine Swords against the Heavens is Shadowless.
Zhuo Bufan waved the Nine Swords of Defiance in his hand, and suddenly four "Zhuo Bufan" appeared in the sky at the same time, and then four figures merged into one, and one sword light shone on the nineteen states!
"Sing!"
At the same time, the dragon composed of eleven green bamboo swords combined also turned into a dragon like a wandering dragon, crossing the space and hitting Zhuo Bufan.
The Qingxuan Sect’s garrison is three hundred meters away.
The vital energy in the air fluctuated, and the space seemed to be torn apart by these two powerful auras.
Some warriors with a little strength were already spitting blood on their mouths. Those who were stronger could barely open their eyes. Only when they saw a cold light in the sky and a blue light colliding with each other at an extremely high speed.
“砰砰砰砰砰砰砰砰砰砰!”
The sounds like thunder are constantly exploding, and the air waves generated are spreading out in circles. Within a radius of 1,000 meters, they are affected. The trees that need people to embrace each other,
A creaking sound came after a moment, and a mark appeared on the tree body, which collapsed immediately, and then more were directly annihilated by the super shock wave, turning into powder and drifting with the wind.
Waiting for the huge energy to dissipate a little, Chen Yang in the crowd on the ground raised his head, but was stunned.
In addition to Zhuo Bufan and Qingxuan Sect Master, there was another person above the Qingxuan Sect, standing between Zhuo Bufan and Qingxuan Sect Master.
Zhuo Bufan blinked. His sword energy just now was blocked by a white-haired old man standing in front of him at this moment.
The Sect Master Qingxuan was also stunned. His eleven bamboo swords had returned to him.
The others didn't see clearly, but Zhuo Bufan and the Sect Master Qingxuan could see clearly. The old man suddenly appeared and directly blocked the attacks of the two.
"What a strong aura, Jindan cultivator..." Zhuo Bufan felt the aura emitted from the other party, and his face showed a look of horror.
What's wrong with this earth? Last time I met a Jindan-stage Zhenyuanzi in the Prison Tower, but the other party's body was destroyed and only his soul was left.
This time I met an old man with real strength in the Golden Pill Stage. The powerful pressure emitted by him made Zhuo Bufan and the Sect Master Qingxuan almost unable to mobilize the spiritual energy in their bodies. This is the level.
Pressure.
If Zhen Yuanzi is not only in the prison-suppressing tower, then Zhuo Bufan will have a life of death when facing Zhen Yuanzi.
"Sir, you...you are still here..." When Master Qingxuan saw the old man, he immediately bent down respectfully.
"Now is the critical moment for the revival of the earth's spiritual energy, and killing each other is forbidden."
The old man had long silver hair, drifting in the wind, wearing a white long gown, and a green jade plaque around his waist, which was as fairy-like as a traitor.
"But, the messenger... Zhuo Bufan killed my two sons, and I have an irreconcilable hatred with him." Sect Master Qingxuan said, and Yu Guang glanced at Zhuo Bufan like a poisonous snake.
"Master Messenger?"
Zhuo Bufan's eyes showed a look of doubt.
In front of you, what kind of messenger is this old man with the Jindan stage cultivation?
"No need to say more, he is one of the seeds selected by our Xuan Realm. If you want to kill him, then you will be against our Xuan Realm." The silver-haired old man said lightly, but his tone had supreme majesty.
"Do you want to be an enemy of Xuanjie?"
When the Sect Master Qingxuan heard this, he immediately fell into his head and said in great awe: "How dare I be enemies with Xuanjie?"
"Zhuo Bufan, come with me." After that, the old man with silver hair waved his arm. Zhuo Bufan felt that he had no power to resist. He was actually wrapped in a gentle spiritual energy and flew towards the sky with the old man with silver hair.
Zhuo Bufan immediately cast the magic trick and put the seven-faced Horcrux into the space ring.
The Master Qingxuan slowly raised his head and looked into the distance. Seeing Zhuo Bufan and the old silver-haired man leave, he pinched his palms, clattering his joints, and said ruthlessly: "Okay, Zhuo Bufan, you are so lucky, you are actually so lucky.
I was attracted by the waiter of the Xuanjie Realm, but... I will definitely find an opportunity to kill you."
"The head..."
Two elders who had just been injured flew to the side of the Qingxuan Sect Master.
"Okay, continue to accept disciples. As for Zhuo Bufan, he will always wait for the opportunity. He offended too many people and will not live long." Sect Master Qingxuan murmured to himself.
"Yes, the sect leader."
The two elders nodded, immediately appeased the disciples, and continued to accept them. (To be continued)