The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 80 The Ancient Sword Gate

"call out!"

A ray of thunder suddenly streaked across the darkness and went straight to the sky.

On the tall city wall, three figures stood there quietly, watching that Lei Mang leave.

"Let's go, little brother Lin Dong is destined to be a giant dragon soaring in the sky, we can only look up at him." Jiang Lei slowly looked away, and patted his eldest daughter on the shoulder rather disinterestedly.

Hearing this, Liren, who had been suppressing her emotions, finally couldn't hold back, and two lines of tears quickly slid down her delicate cheeks.

"Sister, why are you crying? I made an agreement with my elder brother. He said he would definitely come back to see us."

Yinyin tugged at her weeping sister with her little hand, a little confused.

"It's nothing, my sister is happy."

Jiang Xue quickly wiped away the tears from the corner of her mouth, and said with a smile.

"Jiang Yinyin, Lord of Life and Death, we will meet again..."

Far away in the sky, the figure standing on the back of the tiger with hands behind his back was whispering something.

......

This is a very ancient huge mountain range, like a giant dragon quietly crouching on the ground, in the mountains hides a fierce and unusual aura, faintly revealing a special charm.

"It seems that there are quite a few beasts hidden in the Three Realms of Creation in the ancient waste stream. We can start a large-scale hunting here to improve the strength of you and Xiaoyan."

On a towering mountain peak, Lin Dong withdrew his inquiring gaze.

Hunting and killing a ferocious beast in the Three Realms of Creation, Xiaoyan devours the demon crystal and flesh, and Xiao Diao extracts the demon spirit, without any waste.

"Hey, let's go in quickly, I can't wait."

Xiao Diao's gaze was fixed on the deepest part of the mountain range, where there was a rather violent and domineering aura, and he knew that it must be the half-breed bastard.

"Xiaoyan, let's go."

With a flash of Lin Dong's figure, he landed on Xiao Yan's tiger's back.

"Roar!"

After resting, Xiao Yan roared in a low voice, and once again headed towards the depths of the mountain with a man and a mink on his back full of energy.

On the outskirts of the ancient ruined stream, at the entrance of the dense forest avenue.

Dozens of figures in uniforms stood holding swords, completely blocking the road behind them, and their cuffs were all embroidered with patterns in the shape of an ancient sword.

Gu Jianmen, the most powerful force in the ancient ruined stream, has three strong Qi-creating realms to suppress the ancient Jianmen, these are the strongmen of the ancient Jianmen.

"Damn it, why are you guys from the Ancient Sword Sect so overbearing? This ancient ruined stream is not exclusive to your family, so why don't you let us in?!"

Three Yuan Dan realm experts were facing off against the people from Gu Jianmen.

"Hmph, don't accept it? Then kill them all. Let me tell you, this is our ancient sword gate's annual hunting operation. During the operation, no one is allowed to trespass. It is the rule of our ancient sword gate in the ancient ruins."

A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi walked out of a dozen or so strong men from the ancient sword sect. He was about 40 years old, with a thin face, holding a long sword, and a proud face.

"you......"

The three casual cultivators looked at each other with livid faces.

"Shhhhh!"

As if to please the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, all the disciples of the ancient sword sect drew out their long swords in unison, and there was a cold light for a while.

"A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, let's go."

After all, the casual cultivators still didn't have the courage to do it. After muttering a few words in a low voice, they had no choice but to turn and leave reluctantly.

Leaving aside the three of them who were at the Yuandan Realm, they had no chance of winning in a conflict with the dozens of Gu Jianmen experts. Even if they managed to rush in, they would not be able to afford the follow-up revenge from the Gu Jianmen.

The Great Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect is a master of Qi creation, and the undisputed strongest in the ancient waste stream.

"Hey, a bunch of trash."

Looking at the backs of the three going away, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly with disdain.

He is Liu Yuntian, the deacon of the ancient sword sect, a strong man in the shape-making realm, and he has the confidence to do so.

"call out!"

Just when Liu Yuntian was secretly complacent, a streak of thunder suddenly flashed above the dense forest, accompanied by the whistling sound of wind and thunder. The speed was extremely fast, and he had crossed most of the green sea in an instant.

Relying on the strong eyesight of a strong man in the shape-making realm, Liu Yuntian could faintly see a flying monster with a pair of thunder wings in the center of the thunder mang, and there seemed to be an extraordinary figure standing with his hands behind his back on its back.

"Hmph, look, there's another one who doesn't know what's good or bad, everyone pay attention."

It was the high-spirited Liu Yuntian who turned his head and gave an order, and then raised his voice and shouted: "People in front, please stop quickly, the ancient sword sect is here to do business, no one is allowed to trespass."

He, Liu Yuntian, is not an idiot who doesn't know what to do. He knows the principle of etiquette first and then soldiers. If he accidentally passes by a thoroughly high-level strong man, wouldn't it be troublesome to provoke him recklessly.

A roar echoed over the endless green forest, to ensure that the strange strong man could hear his warning clearly, and even the three casual cultivators who hadn't gone far in the distance stopped as if they were watching a show. down.

"Roar!"

The monster in the center of Lei Mang let out a low growl impatiently, flapped its wings, and wanted to speed up to pass through the airspace above.

"Presumptuous! Get out of here!"

Consciously being seriously provoked, Liu Yuntian blushed, and immediately ordered the dozens of disciples of the ancient sword sect behind him to attack together.

"Clang clang!"

Dozens of long swords containing tyrannical Yuan Force fluctuations immediately flew into the air, and all slashed at the approaching flying monster.

"Sky scale halberd technique, angry python halberd!"

The movement below seemed to startle the figure on the monster's back with hands behind his back. He glanced at the people below and his mouth squirmed slightly.

"Roar!"

In a burst of shocking roars, the manic energy surged wildly in the sky, and the crimson light quickly dyed the sky red. The red light squirmed and squirmed rapidly, and a scarlet python with a ferocious face suddenly protruded from the crimson sky.

The aura of the scarlet python was violent and powerful, lifelike, as if it had been infused with life, and descended like a living python-like tyrannical monster.

Transforming energy into form, endowing energy to things!

"Bang bang bang!"

The roaring scarlet python swallowed dozens of fine steel long swords in one gulp, and then swung its tail flexibly. The huge tail turned into an extremely fierce red whip shadow, and smashed down on the crowd below.

"boom!"

The ground shook violently, and dozens of disciples of the ancient sword sect who couldn't hide were directly buried by the huge whip shadow, and a gully tens of feet long appeared on the surface immediately.

"puff!"

As the only strongman of the ancient sword sect who barely escaped the attack of the red giant python, Liu Yuntian spit out a big mouthful of blood while clutching his bloody left arm. He was just wiped by the red whip shadow.

"Yuanli transforms into form, imbues energy into things, and creates energy. This is actually a strong person who creates energy?!"

The pale-faced Liu Yuntian held his injured left arm, looked at the Lei Mang leaping over his head, and couldn't help but blurted out.

(End of this chapter)