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"This is not something that can be done with a general overhaul. Now there are three suzerain-level masters in my Qinglian Sword Sect, but there is no news of victory. You should be very clear about what this means."

As soon as this remark came out, all the disciples behind him kept silent, and the sword intent that was originally filled with hostility also took on a trace of solemnity.

In the next breath, Fanxing, the female swordsman, lowered her head and looked down at the land belonging to Baolian Sword Land. On the ground, there appeared a terrifying scar like a river.

This scar, going straight to the north, smashed all the cities, mountains and other obstacles along the road, and shocked all the people watching.

In everyone's understanding, this is not a wound on the earth that can be caused by manpower!

But the female sword cultivator, Fanxing, knew that just now, a giant of heaven and earth who leaned on the sky and grounded on the ground rushed forward on the ground. With every step, the ground on the land of Baolian sword cracked, the city collapsed, and countless lives died.

"Holy court!"

With an extremely cold voice, it came out of Fanxing's mouth, and then he looked forward, where an old man in a red sword robe was walking with a sword.

The red long sword under the old man was extremely fast, and it took only a few breaths before it disappeared completely in the induction of all the sword cultivators behind.

"That's the Fire Lotus Sword Master. The four great sword masters of my precious lotus sword are gathered on the bank of the foggy mountains and seas. If you still can't defeat the enemy from the holy court, you and I may die and go back today."

A melancholy voice came from the sword cultivators behind, and then the sword cultivators narrowed their eyes, and opened their mouths to let out a ruthless roar:

"Death is death. If I wait for the sword cultivator to make people turn upside down in my hometown, then I will die directly. My treasure lotus sword can't afford to lose this person!"

As soon as the words fell, high roars one after another continued to spread in the torrent of sword energy far behind, and the speed of the sword light rushing to the north was even faster.

This is an epic scene that has never been seen in the entire Baolian Sword Land!

In the entire Sword Land, every city, every sect, monks with long swords on their backs, no matter men, women, young or old, rushed out under the sound of swords, and then joined the mighty In the flow of swords.

"Taixuan Sword Cultivator, I would rather die than surrender!"

As more and more sword cultivators headed north, from the torrent of sword light to the ocean of sword light, some sword cultivator opened his mouth and let out a loud cry.

As soon as the shout came out, all the sword cultivators raised their fists and shouted in unison:

"We sword cultivators would rather die than surrender!"

In the next breath, the tsunami-like sound of mountains and tsunami converged inward, directly across the vast space, resounding in the void beyond the sea of ​​Wushan Mountain, and lingered back and forth.

At the same time, the ancient king, the giant of heaven and earth who was stepping down outside the ridge of the Wushan Strait, paused slightly after the lingering sound came.

And this slight pause caused the sword master on the lotus platform under the giant's feet to slash out tens of thousands of swords against the shackles of force surrounding his body in an instant.

In the next moment, these tens of thousands of swords were directly fused into one sword, and directly turned into black light sword energy, cutting a gap in the imprisonment of his whole body strength.

"boom!

Accompanied by this roar, Sword Master Liantai grabbed Lei Lian Sword Master who stretched out his hand and was seriously injured on the ground, and flew backwards while sticking to the ground, leaving the giant ancient king's feet in a blink of an eye.

After a while, when Sword Master Liantai led the people out of the prison, the giant ancient king stepped on it directly.

The giant's trampling was originally the supernatural power of killing the giants of the Longbo Kingdom in ancient times, and then the whole earth trembled violently, and even the gorge at the end of the foggy mountains and seas that were already crumbling began to drop pieces of rubble.

"Boom boom boom!"

Earth-shattering roars sounded continuously, and at the same time dense cracks began to appear on the entire earth.

The life-and-death fight between the top overhauls can be described as devastating. In such a situation of landslides and landslides, if the battle continues for a few more rounds, this piece of gorge outside the Wushan Mountains will be completely destroyed.

But amidst the madness and turbulence of Qi, the indomitable giant, the ancient king Yihuai, stopped his movements.

Then the graceful figure above the giant's head turned around, stared backward, and moved its eyes slightly.

Because at the end of his line of sight, a vast sea of ​​swords composed of countless sword lights and countless sword cultivators is rushing violently, and within this vast sea of ​​swords, there are endless sharpness and indomitable killing power. meaning.

This is the determination of all sword repairmen in Baolian Swordland to resist foreign enemies!

At the same time, a sword cry that overwhelmed the other sounded in the distance, and from far to near, it began to linger in everyone's ears, and then the monks who went south with intense hearts in the canyon heard the whistling sword chant in their ears , all showed ecstasy, and opened their mouths:

"Here we come, the sword repair reinforcements from Baolian Sword Land have arrived, we are saved!"

Chapter 1814 Retreat

"Listen quickly, this sound of sword chant, we are saved, we are saved!"

At the end of the Wushan Strait Ridge, accompanied by the sound of sword whistles that became more and more dense, the southward monks running around in the gorge, especially the sword cultivators, looked ecstatic and opened their mouths to shout.

Excited shouts came and went, and a large number of monks who went south climbed up from the ground, and their eyes were full of desire for life.

Afterwards, Sword Master Liantai pulled Sword Master Lei Lian and flew back, and within a few blinks, he retreated far away.

However, what is surprising is that the place where the sword master of the lotus platform retreated was not the south where the vast sword cultivator came, but the gorge where the mountains and seas were cracked, where Zhao Yu and others were.

"This Lotus Terrace Sword Master is quite interesting."

After the words fell, behind the gorge, Sima Annan beside the carriage reflected the flying black robed figure of Liantai Sword Master in his dark eyes.

Afterwards, seeing the old woman with surging sword intent, she swung the Thunder Lotus Sword Master back, continued to lift the broad sword, and stabbed fiercely into the ground in front of her.

"Boom boom boom!"

The ground suddenly rolled up and down, as if an earth dragon was writhing under the ground, almost breaking through the ground, and then Sima Annan looked at Lei Lianjianxiu who rolled down to the front of the carriage not far away, his eyes narrowed, and the voice of Yinglang Send again:

"Specially throwing this Thunder Lotus Sword Master to our side, it seems that this Baolian Sword Land is not ignorant of our whereabouts."

"We didn't deliberately hide our whereabouts on this trip to the south, so it was expected that people would notice us."

After Zhao Yuping's response sounded, the young emperor raised his gaze, looking at the misty gorge and void, and the emperor's voice continued:

"Since the land of Baolian Sword knows about us, the Holy Court must also pay attention, but I don't know if they will take action this time."

As soon as Zhao Yu's emperor's voice fell, a particularly icy gaze from above directly came across the void. There was an extreme coldness in this gaze, and even contained violently tumbling devilish energy.

"presumptuous!"

The demonic energy surged, and the black dragon Wei Shunzi took a step forward, opened his mouth and let out a roar, and then the rolling dragon power shot up into the sky, smashing the black aura in the void.

In the next breath, the gaze from above dissipated, and at the same time, above the head of the ancient giant, the ancient king, and beside the ear of the fifth philosopher of the Holy Court Martial Palace, a cold voice sounded:

"In the gorge, besides the sword master of the Qinglian Sword Sect, there are also great horrors. On the other side, the sword cultivators from the Baolian Sword Land have arrived. It seems that this place is not suitable to stay for a long time."

After the words fell, Mei Po's graceful body remained motionless, she continued to stare at the raging sea of ​​swords that was approaching in the south, and did not respond.

At the same time, the ancient king's remains under the two of them clenched their fists tightly, and one after another, the chains of the law of force rushed out of the void and wrapped around them, and the extremely violent breath exploded outward again.

"Buzz!"

The whole world suddenly became very viscous. Although Meipo didn't speak, she expressed her opinion with practical actions, which was opposite to that of another holy court warrior surrounded by demonic energy.

"Meipo, I didn't come to Wushanhai this time to exterminate the sect. The Tianxia Daohui will be held soon. If we do too much, the public opinion of the people in the world will be unfavorable to my holy court."

In the depths of the void beside Meipo, the cold and stern voice continued to sound, but the figure standing proudly above the giant's head remained unmoved. He raised his right hand and continued to control the giant below him. Take a hard step.

"Meipo, the Holy Court has the rules of the Holy Court. In the past, it was fine if you messed around, but now the world is going up and down, so follow orders!"

"You are not qualified to order the deity."

A faint voice came out of Meipo's mouth, and then the giant ancient king who relied on the sky and grounded raised his hand and clenched his fist. fist.

With a punch, the void shattered directly, and immediately under the giant's fist, the shattered void, under the ultimate strength, turned into a torrent of fragments visible to the naked eye, heading towards the south in a mighty way, with The torrent of sword cultivators that Cyclonus dashed forward directly countered.

A punch from the ancient giant, the ancient king, shattered the void for thousands of miles!

At the same time, a crimson sword light rushed out from the front of the torrent of sword light in the south. Within the crimson sword light, the Fire Lotus Sword Master with a flying white beard raised his sword and slashed straight ahead, slashing across the entire The flames and sword lights of heaven and earth.

The dazzling flowing fire sword light turned into a crescent moon and rolled forward, and at the same time, the angry and violent voice of Fire Lotus Sword Master resounded through the sky:

"Holy court lackeys, get out of Baolian sword field!"

Such insulting words made the chill emanating from Meipo's body even colder. After a cold snort, the ancient giant, Guwang Yihuai clenched his fist again.

However, in the next breath, a bone claw stretched out from the void beside Meipo, and the bone claw opened, holding up a phantom of a blue lantern.

The shadow of this blue lamp is not big, and at the same time, a blue firework swayed back and forth on the lamp, and while the lamp was burning, the hoarse voice of another holy court warrior rang out in the void:

"Following the order of the Lord of the Martial Palace, the Fifth Philosopher Meipo obeys the order."

As soon as these words came out, Mei Po's blurred figure paused, and finally turned around, bowed down to bow to the blue lantern, and then the blue lantern swayed more violently, and an ethereal voice sounded from it:

"The whereabouts of a group of people who were ambushing in the misty mountains and seas of the Central Kingdom have been locked again. They have already left the Baolian Sword Land. You two go to intercept and kill it and bring that thing back. Otherwise, the Holy Lord will punish you and everyone in the Wu Palace will suffer. Heavenly punishment!"

As soon as the word "Tian Xing" came out, even this Mei Po felt a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, and then he straightened his body and said softly:

"Follow the law."

After finishing speaking, Meipo turned around directly, raised her hand and waved forward, the fists of the ancient giant under her body were raised high, her huge body bent down, and began to smash down violently against the ground below her.

"Fist the earth, what, what is this ancient giant going to do?"

As one after another exclamation came out, before the words fell, the giant ancient king's heaven-reaching fists hammered the ground outside the Wushan Strait without any fancy.

"boom!"

A moment later, like the deafening noise of the entire planet being blasted by a hammer, it filled the entire world in an instant. shaded.

The violent punch smashed the ground, smashing the law directly, making this piece of void into an extremely chaotic state of chaos in an instant.

Half a quarter of an hour later, when Huolian Jianzun arrived with countless sword cultivators from Baolian Sword Land, they used infinitely intertwined sword energy to extinguish and disperse the dust rolling outside the gorge, but found that within the dust, there had already been It's empty.

"The Holy Court has retreated, long live our sword cultivators, long live sword cultivators!"

When the figure of the giant ancient king who was indomitable in the sky disappeared, the sword cultivators raised their arms and shouted, raising their arms to the sky and roaring.

Chapter 1815

In the middle of the Baolian Sword Land, on the avenue, monks of the Qinglian Sword Sect wearing straight sword robes rode handsome and extraordinary beasts, escorted several carriages behind them, and moved forward steadily.

At dusk, the setting sun set in the west, causing the sky of Baolian Sword Land to show pieces of sunset glow like burning flames. After stretching and connecting, it gave people a sense of vastness and cruelty.

The setting sun was like blood, and the atmosphere was dignified. As the beast moved forward, a cold female voice sounded:

"According to the legend of our Baolian Sword Land, once such a bloody sunset appears, it means that the heaven and the earth have experienced a shocking battle."

After the voice fell, Fan Xing, a female disciple of Qinglian Sword Sect with a broad sword on the back of the strange beast, raised her head and looked at the top of her head, and the voice continued to say:

"Our Baolian Sword Land has seen such a continuous blood sun for several days. It can be seen that the impact of the previous battle at Wushan Strait Ridge is far from over, and it has even just begun."

After the girl's voice fell, she turned her attention to the side, with a little curiosity in her eyes.

Beside the girl Fanxing, two young men were sitting cross-legged on the frame, unhurriedly eating a beast leg. It was Zhao Yu who had really entered the core of Taixuan Central Plains, and Sima Annan. .

At this time, several days have passed since the battle between the Holy Court and Baolian Swordland, but as the girl Fanxing said, everything is far from over.

In addition to the crimson sunset glow above the sky, what is more intuitive is the scar on the ground that runs straight through Baolian's sword.

On this road, there are not many cities directly penetrated by scars, but more of them are sword cultivators whose homes are broken and are migrating out with their families, and even a large number of sects have moved all their families, with a sad look on their faces.

This miserable scene after the war undoubtedly gave those monks who went south to the core of the Central Plains a blow to the head, shaking their spirits and making them dizzy.

According to Wushan's overseas monks, the core of the Central Plains should be a blessed place filled with incomparable vitality. There are rare treasures everywhere, and there are great opportunities everywhere, but the reality is just the opposite.

Since Baolian Swordland merged into one of the four major sword sects, its strength has directly ranked among the top ten in the entire Taixuan Land. The place is a little bit better.

The coldness of the Heaven and Earth Avenue lies in the fact that life is like a mustard.

No matter where you are, the head of a person may fall to the ground in an instant.

"There are quite a few monks who fled with their families along the way. Such a situation will disappoint those monks who went south with high hopes."

The red light of the setting sun shone on Zhao Yu's face, outlining the sharp-edged facial curves of the young emperor. After speaking, Zhao Yu swallowed the meat in his mouth, and the voice of the girl Fanxing responded:

"People will always yearn for the world described by others, even if it is actually closer to death.

"Actually, the so-called core land of the Central Plains may have been a scam from the very beginning. Every monk from the outside will be disappointed. The only difference is the difference in the length of time."

After finishing speaking, the fair-skinned Fan Xing withdrew his eyes, opened his red lips lightly, and continued to speak:

"The land of my Baolian sword is just at the exit of Wushanhai, so I have long been familiar with this situation. There are even many monks who can't stand the extreme gap in their hearts and choose to turn back."

As soon as the female sword cultivator Fanxing's voice fell, Zhao Yu's voice sounded immediately:

"Unexpectedly, you are not very old, but you can see clearly."

After the sound of the emperor fell, the young emperor leaned back slightly, looking at the avenue ahead that gradually became dark under the setting sun, and the figures hurrying along the avenue, he spoke softly again:

"No matter what the so-called core place is, it is always the place where the current luck of the entire Taixuan land gathers.

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many forces, and they would not hesitate to die, just to stay here, wouldn't they?"

As soon as Zhao Yu's faint voice came out, the female swordsman Fanxing's pretty face froze for a moment, her lips moved, but she didn't respond.

With just a few words, Fanxing knew that the vision of the two was not at the same level, and the direction the young emperor was looking at was at a height that the former could not match, so Fanxing naturally would not express her views.

Because of the different locations, living beings see things in three stages, seeing mountains as mountains, seeing mountains as not mountains, and finally seeing mountains as mountains.