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"Li Fuzhou, you should have died a long time ago." Ling Yuhua was not angry when he heard that, but said coldly: "To die in this thousand-year-old temple today is considered cheap for you."

All the masters around also surrounded him, completely blocking Li Fuzhou's escape route in an instant.

"Li Fuzhou, you can't grasp the spiritual essence of this world..."

An Jing, who had been silent all this time, said lightly: "Give it to me."

An Jing naturally wouldn't help Li Fuzhou, all he cared about was the Lingyuan of that day and earth.

When Li Fuzhou heard it, his heart moved, and he quickly shouted: "As long as you can help me stop Liu Qingshan, when Li is out of trouble, I will give you a share of this heaven and earth spirit."

Ah!You are an old wit.

An Jing sneered when he heard that, and stopped talking.

Not to mention Liu Qingshan's strength is so high that he can't stop him, but Li Fuzhou's words are unbelievable.

"Whizzing!"

At this moment, the disabled old man attacked Li Fuzhou again.

Moonlight upside down!

One leg fell, and because of the extremely fast speed, the afterimage was like moonlight pouring out, spreading boundless vigor.

"Tom!"

Li Fu Zhou Tianmo's righteousness was broken, so he could only parry with one hand, the violent energy forced him to retreat again and again, and the heaven and earth spirit yuan in his hand also flew into the air.

"good chance!"

Both Ling Yuhua and Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up, and they rushed towards the spirit of heaven and earth.

Liu Qingshan was the fastest, and with a flash of his body, he rushed towards the Lingyuan of that day, then held it in his arms with one hand, and slapped Ling Yuhua hard with the other, forcing Ling Yuhua back.

When Guo Yuchun saw this, a look of joy appeared in his eyes.

"Can't let him go!"

Seeing this, the disabled old man shouted violently.

Li Yue and Gu Ren, who were still fighting fiercely, gave up and surrounded me one after another.

Li Fuzhou's previous situation was now replaced by Liu Qingshan.

All the masters surrounded it again.

"Guangzhu, you go first, and I can break up with Tianliu."

Guo Yuchun frowned and shouted.

"You first...cough cough cough...go."

Liu Qingshan coughed, then looked down and saw the blood on his palm, his pupils shrank slightly.

Guo Yuchun and Tianliu will definitely die if they stay.

"Then don't leave."

Li Yue said lightly, and stabbed forward with a sword first.

During the surge of the sword body, there seemed to be sharpness and blood, with a panic and unstoppable power.

"Blood Spirit Art!?"

Liu Qingshan focused his eyes, he naturally recognized this exercise.

Many other masters also rushed up, all for the spiritual essence of that day.

With turbulent energy and intertwined figures, the three masters of the Cao Gang were obviously at a disadvantage against the other masters, especially Guo Yuchun's cultivation was only in the first rank.

In the arena, he is a first-class master, but in the eyes of real masters, it seems a bit stretched.

"call......."

An Jing exhaled lightly, staring at the sword stuck on the mummy with both eyes, and then walked over slowly.

He always felt that the sword was letting him pass.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!"

And when he walked towards the sword, crisp sword chants sounded, with a hint of lightness and joy.

........

Above the main hall, Dai Ling watched the battle in the distance.

After seeing Li Fuzhou's appearance and Liu Qingshan showing his true strength, many uncertain factors appeared in her heart. These two are undoubtedly the most powerful of all the masters in front of her, but neither of them can take away the spiritual energy of this world , does Zhang Zhixing have a chance?

Suddenly, her willow eyebrows raised slightly.

"Anyone else?"

Dai Ling seemed to have sensed something, and looked in the direction of the change.

Under the shadow of the lush trees, there seemed to be a figure shaking, and there was a sharp coldness hidden in the gaps between the branches and leaves.

Dai Ling touched it quietly, and was shocked when he saw the figure.

"Xuan Yiwei!?"

...........

Chapter 97

Li Fuzhou was adjusting his breath, then he raised his head and saw the peerless swordsman walking towards the Suppressing Evil Sword, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

This Evil Suppressing Sword is known as the Demon Sword. After the Great Zhou Dynasty forged this sword, three Great Zhou emperors died on this sword. There were also countless royal masters in the Great Zhou Dynasty who wanted to surrender this sword, but they were all sucked out of blood by this sword in the end. Since then, this sword has become a taboo in the world, until the Great Zhou Dynasty divided it into six and suppressed this earth vein seal.

However, the reputation of this sword has been passed down among the people and history books.

This sword is ranked third in the list of famous swords in the world. Swordsmen love famous swords and pursue famous swords. Once a famous sword is born in the past and present, it will inevitably set off a bloody storm, but swordsmen in the world are afraid of the Suppressing Evil Sword. Willing to die for this sword.

"Is this person not aware of the strangeness of the Suppressing Evil Sword, or does he not believe in evil?"

Li Fuzhou thought to himself.

From his point of view, the swordsman's desire to subdue the Suppressing Evil Sword is undoubtedly a dream.

It's a bit evil, if you don't believe it, you have to believe it.

Above the sky, Liu Qingshan, Tianliu, Guo Yuchun and others fought against the other four masters. They were full of vigor and eccentricity, and they were three points more fierce than the fierce battle against Li Fuzhou just now.

But after a long time of fighting, even first-rank masters' internal strength will be exhausted, especially the disabled old man who has been fighting continuously.

Before that, he and An Jing had fought against each other, and then it was a scuffle. Up to now, his internal strength was about to bottom out, so he could only retreat and start to adjust his breath.

Naturally, the disabled old man also noticed An Jing's movements, and frowned involuntarily.

At that time, the emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty were all masters in the realm of masters, but they still died under this evil-suppressing sword, which shows how evil and terrifying this evil-suppressing sword is.

An Jing walked to the side of the mummy, only to feel that the bones of his body were icy cold, and the breath he exhaled turned into a cloud of white mist. At this time, a large amount of evil energy gathered on the body of the mummy, and the biting ice Han is hard to stop even a first-rank master.

"This mummy..."

A doubt rose in An Jing's heart.

Who is this mummy! ?

Why did the Suppressing Evil Sword stick on the mummy! ?

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The Remnant Zhenxie Sword sensed An Jing's arrival, and made a pleasant and clear sound.

An Jing subconsciously grasped the hilt of the Suppressing Evil Sword.

The next moment, he felt his eyes dazzled, and his eyes were blurred and dark.

In the darkness, streaks of blood appeared, which seemed to fill the darkness, and the dazzling bright red was reflected in An Jing's pupils.

Then the blood faded away, and it was a barren, desolate land.

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar resounded in his mind. Hearing this sound, he couldn't help feeling a surge of fear in his heart.

This kind of fear comes from instinct, just like being born afraid of this roar, afraid of this terrible power.

An Jing stood between the sky and the earth, the instinctive fear almost filled his body, as if to swallow him up.

His heart began to tremble continuously, and his breathing stopped for a while, as if he couldn't take a breath out of his chest, and then his brain began to appear blank.

An Jing bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a pain came instantly. Only then did he regain consciousness. At this moment, he felt that his whole body was covered with sweat, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

The growling sound gradually dissipated.

An Jing gasped heavily, then narrowed his eyes suddenly, and looked forward.

On that barren land appeared something that hadn't appeared just now.

He saw it.

When the sword is broken, people die......

"That is......."

Before he could realize it, An Jing's eyes darkened again, and what imprinted in his eyes was the hilt of the Suppressing Evil Sword.

A burst of energy came from the hilt of the sword, as if a sound of dragon chant exploded between heaven and earth.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The entire Sanmiao Mountain began to shake wildly, as if caught in an earthquake.

"what happened!?"

Many masters present all showed horror and trembled in their hearts.

Li Fuzhou looked at the swordsman figure in disbelief, "Suppressing Evil Sword!?"

"It's the swordsman!" Ling Yuhua looked over, then lost his voice.

"Is he drawing the Suppressing Evil Sword?"

Guo Yuchun was also surprised.

The Suppressing Evil Sword was a forbidden weapon in the previous dynasties, and even in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it had already reached the point where everyone talked about it. Such a sword represented unknown and bad luck.

"Is there really anyone in this world who can make the Suppressing Evil Sword its master?" Liu Qingshan also murmured to himself.

Three generations of Emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty and many masters of the royal family failed to make this peerless famous sword recognize the master, but the swordsman in front of him let the Suppressing Evil Sword recognize the master. Could it be that there is something mysterious in it?

"Suppressing Evil Sword..."

Compared with other people, Li Yue was more shocked, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is this swordsman? Why can he pull out the Suppressing Evil Sword!?"

"Hey!"

An Jing held the hilt of the sword with one hand and pulled it out abruptly.

"Hey!"

A soaring sword energy surged up and charged into the darkness, as if a hole had been severely torn open. The sword light pierced through the dark night like the rising sun, illuminating everyone's faces.

Ye Tai Ah was born!

At the same time, the ground flowers behind An Jing are faintly visible, and seem to be gradually condensing.

How does it feel when night suddenly becomes day?

The tingling feeling was like the ground light cracking.

The turbulent sword energy swept across, with endless sharpness, surging forward.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Many masters present blocked it with all their strength, and the closest ones were Tian Cansou and Li Yue.

The bodies of the two were also injured by the frontal cold air, and they retreated again and again.

The air waves are flying, and the smoke and dust are everywhere.

The peerless famous sword that has been silent for thousands of years has ushered in its sword master.

"Is this the broken Evil Suppressing Sword?"