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Chapter 697 The Light of the Right Path

Leng Wuya saw Murong Xiong's actions and didn't pay attention. He believed that he was the strongest among the Neiyin Sect now. He knew that there were ancestors in each sect.

But what does that matter? He also has a trump card.

As long as he did not exceed the level of innate perfection, Leng Wuya felt that he was invincible.

He wanted to see if these decent people could bring out any strong people.

At the moment when the communication talisman finished burning, an extremely strong momentum suddenly erupted in the direction of Xuantian Palace, and the momentum surged towards this direction overwhelmingly.

Directly suppressing Leng Wuya's pressure.

"Um?"

Leng Wuya's eyes narrowed. He was able to suppress his pressure despite being so far away. This was because a top powerhouse had appeared.

Everyone else was also shocked and looked in the direction of Xuantian Palace.

Then a white light was seen shooting from the distance, like a sharp sword cutting through the black sky.

The light shines like a bolt, exuding an indescribable momentum.

At that moment, four words appeared in everyone's mind, 'the light of the right path.'

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw what seemed to be a figure moving in the light. One second ago, the figure was still on the horizon, and the next second it was closer.

The light disappeared, and a man wrapped in white light appeared in the sky.

The man stood a hundred meters away from Leng Wuya and was not affected by his pressure at all. On the contrary, he faintly suppressed Leng Wuya's power.

Then the white light of the package disappeared, revealing the figure's appearance.

He was a middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a face as sharp as a knife, revealing a coldness, and his eyes seemed to have sun and moon sinking in them, as if he would be attracted by just one glance.

Wearing a purple robe, he looks like a god descending.

Leng Wuya's pupils shrank suddenly, and the moment he saw this person, he felt a sense of danger in his heart.

Chu Yun was the same, with a solemn look on his face. This person gave him a stronger feeling than Leng Wuya gave him. Who is this? The ancestor of Xuantian Palace?

"Meet the Headmaster!"

At this moment, Murong Xiong and all the elders and disciples of Xuantian Palace bowed down together.

Chu Yun was startled, was this the headmaster of Xuantian Palace, Ye Jinghong?

A wave of hatred rose up in his heart. Was this the man behind his family's destruction and his intention to kill all the people named Chu in the world?

He came to Neiyinmen this time just to take revenge, and now the biggest enemy has appeared.

However, Chu Yun forcibly suppressed his impulse. He also hated Leng Wuya, but his hatred was not as strong as that of Ye Jinghong.

Since both of them are his enemies, let them fight first so that he can take advantage when the time comes.

"Are you the headmaster of Xuantian Palace?"

Leng Wuya spoke. Although he had heard of Ye Jinghong, he had never seen him before. Among the masters who attacked him that year, Ye Jinghong was not there, but Murong Xiong did it for him.

Unexpectedly, he appeared now and was so strong, much stronger than the three ancestors.

"Yes, Leng Wuya, you escaped from the dungeon of my Xuantian Palace and caused a bloody storm in the Neiyin Gate. Now all this should be over." Ye Jinghong said calmly.

"Huh, let me try to see if you have the qualifications." After Leng Wuya finished speaking, two blood shadows behind him rushed out instantly.

Only this time, the blood shadows did not make any more achievements. They only fought against Ye Jinghong for ten rounds, and the two blood shadows were dispersed.

All the decent people were refreshed, and finally there was someone who could fight.

The other masters and ancestors also breathed a sigh of relief. They didn’t know much about Ye Jinghong. They only knew that he was the master of Xuantian Palace. He was very mysterious and rarely showed up. The entire Xuantian Palace was led by Murong Xiong.

In management.

Now that it appears, I didn’t expect it to be so strong.

Leng Wuya's face didn't change much when he saw his blood was broken. Although Xue Ying was strong, he could only use the ruthless sword, but he knew many kinds of martial arts and had trump cards. Everyone was born perfect, who was stronger?

Weak, you have to fight it to know.

Boom boom boom!

There were constant sounds of explosions in the air, and the power of the two people's fight could be said to be a real earth-shattering and space collapse.

Everyone stayed away from the range of the two fighting for fear of being affected.

After a hundred moves, Leng Wuya was gradually losing ground. He was inexplicably horrified that Ye Jinghong was so powerful this night. His martial arts had basically been used up, but he could not do anything to the opponent.

It can be said that this is the strongest opponent Leng Wuya has encountered since he became famous.

"Leng Wuya, you are nothing more than this. I thought you were so powerful as the evil king. If you have no other means, you can die."

Ye Jinghong's tone was calm and calm, but in everyone's ears, it sounded like thunder.

All the righteous people were excited. Leng Wuya was no match for Ye Jinghong. It was great.

All the evil cultivators had ugly faces. They originally thought that the evil king was invincible to the entire Neiyin Sect, but they didn't expect that the headmaster of Xuantian Palace was so ridiculously strong.

"Since you want to see my unique skills, I will help you!"

Leng Wuya's expression was cold. He reached out and touched the bloody sword in his hand, and saw that the sword's blade was even brighter red, as if it was about to bleed.

A terrifying sword intent rose from Leng Wuya's body.

The blood sword fluctuated slightly, and a scene of blood spread out in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the blood was overwhelming, and the entire sky was filled with endless murderous intent. At that moment, everyone only saw the blood and nothing else.

Everyone felt as if they were in a sea of ​​blood, and the blood all over their body seeped out of their pores uncontrollably, turning into wisps of blood and floating toward the blood sword in the air.

"Quickly retreat!"

The ancestor of Jianming Palace roared and hurriedly backed up. Everyone else also backed up crazily. Only when blood stopped flowing from their pores did everyone stop with lingering fear.

It was so terrifying. At that moment, they felt as if they had fallen into a bloody hell, and all the blood in their bodies was about to be drained.

"Blood calamity shatters the sky!"

Leng Wuya slashed out with his sword, and saw a bloody sword light appearing in the air, falling suddenly, and the terrifying sword energy gathered together, like a rushing blood river falling from the sky, sprinting towards Ye Jinghong.

Before the sword light arrived, the sword energy and blood sea shattered the surrounding space, and its power was extremely powerful.

This is the strongest secret skill of the Blood Shadow Sect, and only Leng Wuya can use it in the entire Blood Shadow Sect.

Ye Jinghong, who had remained calm-faced, his pupils suddenly shrank, sensing the threat, a long sword appeared in his hand, and he swung it in the air.

Then countless sword shadows appeared, forming a storm of sword light and sweeping towards the bloody sword light.

Boom boom boom!

The sword moves of the two people collided, and an earth-shattering sound suddenly erupted, and everyone felt as if the end of the world was coming.

Although the two were fighting at high altitude, they still caused the earth to tremble, and not a single blade of grass grew within a radius of a thousand meters.

Everyone stared with wide eyes. This blow could be said to be the strongest one. They wanted to see who would win and who would lose.

When the light dissipated and the energy disappeared, the scene in the sky made all the evil cultivators' eyes wide open.

Then, behind Leng Wuya, Wu Kun, the headmaster of Jianming Palace, pierced Leng Wuya's back with his sword, and the tip of the sword penetrated through his chest.

There was blood dripping from the tip of the sword, and there was deathly silence between heaven and earth!


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