The void, solidified, and time also stopped under this sword.
The million monks in Kunlun were like a still picture under this sword.
It was not until the sword light penetrated the Kunlun Heavenly Palace that time seemed to be running again.
All the monks slowly opened their eyes, looked at their bodies and around them, and a huge question arose in their minds. Is this the end?
That sword was so terrible.
But it seems nothing happened?
Suddenly, a monk felt countless needle-like pain coming from his body, and he roared in pain. The next moment, countless tiny sword energy erupted from the 36,000 pores all over his body.
Bang!
The monk exploded into a bloody mist.
Starting from the monk closest to Long Xiaoshan, like dominoes, countless monks began to roar, and then the sword energy burst out from his body and exploded into blood mist.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
In the sky above Kunlun, there were endless creepy explosions, densely packed, and the explosion of blood mist dyed Kunlun's sky red. It was an extremely cruel but sad picture.
The blood mist condensed into blood clouds, and the blood clouds dripped into blood rain, thrilling!
Blood is no longer an adjective, but a real scene.
Many years later, there were also monks from the East Shengdi who had gray hair and extremely old hair. When they recalled that day, many details were blurred. They only remember that there was a bloody rain that never happened in Kunwu Mountain that happened in a thousand years. The rain was so heavy!
red!
The explosion finally stopped.
One quarter of the million monks disappeared directly.
What the sword energy penetrates is a blood-colored river.
Although the remaining monks were lucky enough to be taken away by the sword because of their dispersion, only a dazzling red left in their field of vision.
The bloody rain dyed their clothes and hair red, blurring their vision. They reached out and the crackling rain splashed and fell on their palms.
This is not rain, but their elders, senior brothers, junior brothers, senior sisters, junior sisters...
A sword!
Just one sword!
Dead!
All dead!
ah--
The monk with weak will cannot bear this scene at all, and his mind collapsed directly, and his mad howling, his will was chaotic, he fell into a devil, and fell from the air.
The monk who had not collapsed was also trembling.
They didn't even dare to look up at the figure in the sky.
This sword did not take away their lives, but took away their confidence and dignity, leaving only fear, helplessness and indelible soul trauma.
Yes.
This is the sword of refining the heart.
When Long Xiaoshan was fighting against Wu Cang at the bottom of the sea, Zeng Xiao tried his best to defeat the strongest half-step demon emperor of the Wu clan with one sword.
Now, this Heart Refining Sword is even more complete.
Even if the sword baby does not come out, it is almost comparable to the sword of the Heavenly King. Moreover, the most terrifying thing about this sword is not only the sharp edge of the body, but also the terrifying sword intent that destroys the will, so it is called the Refining Heart Sword.
Only by being extreme in love can one be extreme in swords!
"Cihang Sword Classic" has a clear and perfect sword heart!
A quarter of the million Kunlun monks were killed by a sword, and three-quarters were left, and the will was directly destroyed by the Lianxin sword. It can be said that they would never be able to get out of the shadow of this sword in the second half of their life, let alone
Continue to practice.
This is the difference between top power and ordinary monks.
Never judge by the number of people.
Of course, it is not to say that all of them have lost their combat power. Although the dozens of top true immortals have also suffered souls, they have not yet lost their combat power. But how dare they go forward again?
Just now, Long Xiaoshan did not deliberately target them.
He just fired a sword at the millions of monks.
If they go up now, it will be like lighting a light in the toilet, and Long Xiaoshan can wipe them out with one sword.
Although Long Xiaoshan's sword was not specifically targeted by anyone, there is an exception, the demon bird controlled by Kun Yuanzi. Long Xiaoshan's sword intentionally deflected in that direction, so even though the demon bird hid at the end,
, it is difficult to escape the death.
Bang!
The moment when the demon bird exploded.
In the Butian Cauldron, Kun Yuanzi's body shook and his face turned pale in an instant.
Wu Chenzi, who was standing beside him, noticed this sensitively and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
The fear in the depths of Kun Yuanzi's eyes flashed by, and he shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just a little bit of power loss."
He dared not tell him.
If Wu Chenzi and others knew that Long Xiaoshan had broken through the millions of monks in Kunlun with one sword, they would probably have shaken their will. Now that they are trapped in the cauldron, it would be extremely dangerous if they lose their will.
But Kun Yuanzi, whose clone was destroyed, had actually been damaged by the soul.
He didn't expect that he had been forced to this level. Long Xiaoshan still had a trump card. The ultimate sword made his will that lasted for thousands of years shake, and even faintly felt a trace of the aura of the arrival of doomsday.
He dared not think about it anymore.
The clone was destroyed, and now he has become blind and deaf, and he can no longer sense any situation outside.
"Senior Kun Yuanzi, what's wrong with it? Is that Long Xiaoshan going to fall?" The head of Zhentianhai Pavilion said in a deep voice.