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

"So what? People in the Demon Sect, death is not a pity!" Wang Hao said righteously.

The voice just fell.

The third prince nodded and agreed: "That's right, that demon just now was full of ghostly aura, and he was not a kind person at first glance!"

Hearing the words of the two people in front of him, Master Pudu looked gloomy, and the murderous intent in the depths of his pupils flashed away.

"Amitabha, since this is the case, I will let you see today, what is my Buddha's mercy!"

Say it.

The coercion of the fit state was like a destructive storm sweeping all directions, quickly blocking the way of Wang Hao and the third prince.

With the way of the people, also treat the body of the people.

see.

The faces of Wang Hao and the third prince suddenly changed, and a strong sense of crisis surged in their hearts.

Oops!

There is too much difference in strength.

This is not an existence they can fight against...

The two of them retreated backward at the same time, distanced themselves from the old monk in front.

however.

Master Purdue didn't make them happy, put his hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Sanskrit sounds filled the entire night sky and turned into a net, blocking their way.

The Buddha's light rotates, blocking the night sky.

There is no going back!

To break through, no one can leave this restricted area unless the cultivation level surpasses the old monk.

Step forward.

Carrying the supreme power of Buddha, Master Purdue appeared in front of Wang Hao and the third prince in an instant, staring at the two of them with ice-cold eyes.

With a clap of both hands, a [-]-foot-long Buddhist handprint was formed in the air, containing terrifying destructive power, and slapped towards the two of them.

Kill decisively!
He didn't care about their identities at all, as long as they could avenge the old Black Mountain demon.

"Open the mountain!" Wang Hao and the third prince said in unison.

The left hand and the right hand are in slow motion, and the movements are uniform.

Pulling out the long sword in his hand, he swung the sword and broke the Buddha's handprint in front of him at the same time.

"Sword power?" Pudu narrowed his eyes, and a hint of shock flickered in his pupils.

Sword power is not comprehensible to ordinary people, it is one in a million existence.

Even if there is one out of 1 sword cultivators who comprehends the power of the sword, that would be the ancestor's death.

Well known.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, there was one person who comprehended the sword power.

That is the proud son of heaven, the sword demon Xia Xin!

Could it be that the two people in front of him are the sword demon Xia Xin?
When did the Sword Demon become two people...

for a while.

Master Purdue was a little undecided.

Not only was he surprised, even the third prince himself was extremely shocked.

Not only was his face imitated, but his stunts of fame were also imitated!

What's even more outrageous is that the sword force that the opponent uses is more condensed and fierce than his.

A sword strikes out, opening mountains and cracking rocks.

"Who the hell is this person, and why is the mountain-opening sword power stronger than me?" The third prince fell into deep self-doubt.

"When did Jianshi become so money-free?"

Boo!
The Buddha's handprint shattered in response, turning into golden lights and dissipating in the night sky, just like a sky full of stars, blooming bright brilliance.

Wang Hao was bathed in golden light, holding a long sword, standing in the air, exuding a sharp sword aura all over his body.

Stand out!

Even more than the third prince.

Looking at the old monk Pudu, his eyes flickered with brilliance, and he quickly thought about how to get out.

now.

The situation is somewhat subtle.

After thousands of calculations, he didn't expect that a fake like himself would meet the rightful owner of the third prince, and even perform on the same stage.

Once it continues to drag on, the result will be unimaginable...

really!

As soon as he thought of this, the third prince turned his spearhead and pointed at Wang Hao, his eyes were burning with anger.

Completely indifferent to the current dangerous situation.

To be open and aboveboard to him all his life, why did he suffer such aggrievedness?

Meeting someone who is more like me than me... What's the point of this.

I can't swallow this breath in my heart.

"Who are you, and why are you pretending to be the prince?" The third prince asked.

Put the old monk Pudu aside.

see this scene.

Wang Hao suddenly felt a headache, and he became more and more afraid of something.

A demon monk in the fit state has not been resolved... This has created another enemy.

Wang Hao's head turned rapidly, and with a flash of inspiration, he suddenly had an idea in his heart.

His eyes widened, he also held a long sword and pointed directly at the other party, and asked, "Who are you? What is the purpose of pretending to be the prince?"

True or false third prince?
"You don't want to act!" Master Purdue shouted angrily.

Surging and terrifying Buddha power exudes from his whole body, he doesn't care what tricks the two in front of him are playing.

Suppression of all is the kingly way!
"Death Sanskrit!"

next second.

He fell cross-legged, meditated in the air, and cast the forbidden Buddhist mantra with a solemn expression.

Bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out of the void, quickly drowning Wang Hao and the third prince, resounding through the soul.

No matter how they resist, it will be useless.

It's like thousands of monks singing together in the ears, making people fascinated and crazy.

The Sanskrit sound fills the ears, seduces the soul and kills it.

"The Heavenly Demon is at ease, the Heavenly Demon is at ease!" Wang Hao was quick to wit.

He tried his best to run the [Heavenly Demon Freedom Sutra], facing the attack on the soul, he could only passively defend.

Fortunately, this Heavenly Demon Freedom Sutra is a supreme skill for cultivating the soul... It can temporarily resist the attack of the life-threatening Sanskrit.

however.

The third prince was not so lucky.

The whole person rolled up and down in the air, as if under a magic spell, with a splitting headache.

"Ah! It hurts...it hurts so much!" The third prince wailed as he hugged his head.

The heart-piercing howl resounded through the night sky.

The zhenqi in the body was affected by the Sanskrit sound of Suoming, and it began to lose control, scurrying wantonly in the meridians.

Endless sword energy burst out from the body, bursting out an unparalleled sword light.

It looks like a hedgehog covered with spikes, which makes people unable to open their eyes.

"All of this is false and false, my heart is only the sword... No amount of pain can stop me from moving forward!" The third prince gritted his teeth.

The veins on his forehead popped, and a kind of paranoid madness appeared in his eyes.

"Broken! Broken! Broken!"

Roaring up to the sky.

The momentum of going straight rose from his body!

gradually.

The out-of-control fierce sword energy began to converge, gathering in a strange way.

Sometimes dissipated, sometimes condensed.

A terrible will is gathering.

Hard work!

Under Wang Hao's surprised gaze, the third prince unexpectedly condensed his sword intent under such circumstances.

The sword energy transformed and merged with the will, forming an unprecedented powerful force.

Sword Intent!

One sword breaks all spells.

"Break!" The Third Prince hoarse.

The Supreme Sword Intent bloomed from his body, unstoppable, directly piercing the Sanskrit sound like a curtain.

In a trance.

The people below seem to have seen that a soaring sword appeared in the sky, piercing the sky.

Huanghuang cannot be looked directly at.

After ten years of practice, he suddenly realized.

"This is... Sword Intent? The Third Prince is worthy of being the Chosen One, this must be the real Third Prince!" Xuanwu muttered to himself.

Everything that happened here was so eye-catching that it had already alarmed the imperial court.

At this time, there were not only Hulong Villa and Shence Army on the scene, but also the Qin Tianjian and the Prison Division who came later.

Loud.

even.

Even the number one powerhouse in Great Xia, Immortal Marquis, also came after hearing the news.

Standing on the roof, silently watching the battle situation above.

At this moment, the Hundred Flowers Temple was surrounded by many strong men, and the scene was completely surrounded.

"It's not good to pretend to be someone in the capital. If you insist on pretending to be the third prince, you really don't know how to live or die..." Qinglong echoed.

The voice just fell.

Wang Hao's body also bloomed with a condensed and persistent sword intent, echoing the third prince from afar.

A strange sight formed in the night sky.

Two swords are in the air!

Seeing this scene, Xuanwu and Qinglong, who were still swearing in their vows just now, obediently shut their mouths.

"Ah this!"

The slap in the face came too fast, making them a little overwhelmed.