Guarding the prison for thirty years: Exiting the land sword fairy

Gollum!

hear him.

Qiu Youdao swallowed subconsciously, feeling very nervous.

Bursts of murderous aura surrounded him, making him feel uncomfortable on pins and needles.

Opened his mouth, and immediately shouted: "Really, it's really unreasonable!"

"Take me to the sky prison in Jianjian City immediately!" Wang Hao sullenly said.

With lightning-like eyes, he turned his head to look at the endlessly flowing street behind him, and said with a murderous intent, "It's pretty quick!"

The words fall.

A group of men and horses with sharp swords broke through the crowd and rushed towards this side quickly.

Disciple of Burial Sword Villa!
surrounded.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"The Burial Sword Villa is doing business, and the idlers are waiting to retreat quickly!"

For a time, the noisy street became more lively and boiling.

All the people from the rivers and lakes who come to Jianjian City are to participate in the Jiazi Conference at the Burial Sword Villa, intending to obtain a spiritual sword that suits them, and even have the extravagant hope of obtaining the legendary fairy sword.

This is also the reason why Burial Sword Villa is famous in Jianghu.

The Burial Sword Villa specializes in forging the blades of magic weapons. It has a high status in the Jianghu. It has tens of thousands of disciples, each with extraordinary cultivation. It is powerful in the territory of Daxia. Nearly half of the magic sword blades in the world come from here.

Even the imperial court wanted to give him some face...

The leading man was a young man dressed in black brocade, his eyebrows were somewhat similar to that of Dugu Bubai.

Imposing!

Holding a magical sword with purple lightning flashing, the breath in his body is continuous, and his cultivation level in the early stage of the state of integration is much stronger than that of Dugu Bubai.

"Wang Hao, you kill my elder brother, this hatred is irreconcilable!" Dugu Changsheng roared angrily.

He pulled out the Purple Lightning Excalibur and pointed it at the tip of his nose, his murderous intent boiling.

"I don't know how to live or die!" Wang Haohan said in a loud voice.

Squinting his eyes, the scarlet murderous aura in his body instantly boiled like a tide, spreading in all directions, and soon turned into a scarlet curtain, sealing off the surrounding area of ​​a kilometer.

Perfect field!

This is the power brought by [Bai Shou Tai Xuan Sutra] breaking through to the seventh heaven.

Once the murderous aura domain comes out, the world is isolated, unless someone's murderous aura or cultivation base can crush his ultimate murderous aura, otherwise it is impossible to break through the domain blockade.

There is no going back.

With a stern face, he said cruelly: "The last person who pointed a sword at me, the grass on the grave is already two feet high."

"Damn it! What kind of cultivation are you, why are you so strong?" Dugu Changsheng said in shock.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a panic in the depths of the eyes, and he was anxious, and whispered: "No! The information is wrong!"

Three thousand feet of white hair, a pair of scarlet eyes without a trace of human emotion.

He was terrified to see him!
Even that robe, which was as white as snow, seemed to be dripping with blood at any moment under the scarlet and murderous aura.

Killing intent is skyrocketing!
"Cut!" Wang Hao whispered.

God thought a move.

The Qiankun sword box is suspended above the head, and the ten thousand zhang sword light rushes out of the sword box, especially there is a scarlet sword light inside which is extremely bright and condensed.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.

Hong Luan's eyes are red.

New hatred and old hatred erupted in her heart at the same time, and whenever she sensed the aura of the disciples of the Burial Sword Villa, the tyranny in her heart became more intense.

"kill!"

"All the disciples of Burial Sword Villa deserve to die!"

The sky filled with sword light covered the entire murderous field, and all of them fell in an instant, piercing the chests of the disciples of the Burial Sword Villa.

There is no resistance at all!
see this scene.

The nearby Jianghu people who were trapped in the field were stunned and stood motionless.

"Hiss... so strong! It's really too strong!" Someone couldn't help but gasped.

"Destroy with one sword! This person has at least the cultivation base of the upper three realms!"

"What is his identity, that he can do whatever he wants on the site of Burial Sword Villa..."

"Second Young Master Dugu is in trouble!"

"I'm afraid it's bad luck." Someone whispered solemnly.

In an instant.

The fifty disciples led by Dugu Changsheng were wiped out, except for him struggling and standing in the field.

No life.

If it wasn't for him having a divine weapon to protect the master, the purple lightning sword in his hand would emit a dazzling purple lightning sword light, colliding with the surrounding sword light.

I'm afraid that at this moment, like everyone else, he has become a dead soul in Hong Luan's hands, and the essence and blood in his body have been sucked clean.

inhuman!

"Wang Hao, this is Sword Forging City, you can't kill me!"

this moment.

Dugu Changsheng was scared.

I was terrified by the cruel scene in front of me!

I regretted it very much in my heart, I shouldn't have rushed over rashly after getting the news.

"Who are you to Dugu Bubai?" Wang Hao asked indifferently.

Poker face.

It didn't change the killing intent in his eyes because of his clamor.

"He's the big brother!" Dugu Changsheng said sternly.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he tightly held the Purple Lightning Excalibur in his hand, desperately mobilizing the strength in his body to surge towards the Excalibur.

"I can kill your brother, why can't you?" Wang Hao dismissively.

Raise your hand.

Immediately, the blood-drinking demon sword that was stuck on a mummy, which was hungry and thirsty, turned into a beam of blood and appeared in his palm.

"You can go on the road with peace of mind, you are not alone when you get down there!"

The words fall.

A sword seals the throat!
"No! I don't want to die, I haven't taken the position of owner..." Dugu Changsheng let out a heart-piercing scream.

Slumped on the ground.

Desperate.

"Zheng!"

Like a sword trembling like thunder, it exploded around his body.

"Boom!"

next second.

The Purple Lightning Excalibur in his hand broke free from its shackles and soared into the sky, destroying the bloody sword light with incomparable strength.

"Oh!"

The sword light dissipated.

The divine sword was suspended in the air, slowly condensing into a majestic middle-aged figure.

Dressed in a purple robe, surrounded by thunder and sword energy.

God is majestic!

"Father!!!" Dugu Changsheng said in surprise.

Aftermath.

Staring closely at the stalwart figure in the sky, his eyes glowed with joy.

Weeping with joy.

"Little friend, you have to forgive others and forgive others!" Dugu Jian said solemnly.

Glancing at Dugu Changsheng below, he focused all his eyes on Wang Hao.

"A wisp of soul also wants to stop me?" Wang Hao said recklessly.

The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a murderous smile, and whispered: "The person I want to kill, even if the Immortal Da Luo comes, he won't be able to stop him."

Eyes widened.

An invisible light burst out from the depths of the pupils, turning into an invisible soul sword and slashing at the complacent young man opposite.

"what!"

There was a scream, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Under the eyes of Dugu Jian, the owner of the Burial Sword Villa, the three souls and seven souls of the second son Dugu Changsheng were all wiped out.

Soul fly away!

Just a look, killing people invisible.

"You really deserve to die!" Dugu Jian gritted his teeth.

"Sorry!" Wang Hao shrugged.

He grinned, showing his white teeth, and said with a charming smile: "Those who want me to die can line up from the capital of Daxia to the capital of Northern Yan, but you can't line up..."

Not finished yet.

The blood-drinking demon sword in his hand was out of control, soaring into the sky driven by Hongluan's endless hatred, condensing into a red-clothed figure in the air.

Volley confrontation.

"Xiao Shimei? Is it really you?" Dugu Jian asked in surprise.