I have a sword that can sway the heavens

The longevity ruler, a magic weapon passed down by Changshengtang for hundreds of years, broke into two pieces and fell to the ground, losing its spirituality.

The Sword of Everlasting Hate continued unabated and took Yuyangzi's head straight.

Yuyangzi's complexion changed suddenly, and he immediately took out a white bone fan, and waved the white bone fan, creating a strong wind, which prevented the Sword of Ever-Hate from advancing an inch.

With red eyes and murderous intent in his eyes, Yuyangzi asked coldly, "Junior, what is the origin of your sword?"

A smile appeared on Lu Xueqi's cold and flawless face, and she replied loudly, "This sword is called Everlasting Regret, and it is a fairy sword bestowed by the master! Demon cult monsters, if you know each other, immediately retreat from Qingyun, otherwise don't blame me Start the killing ring."

"Arrogance! Do you really think that with the sharpness of the flying sword, you can despise the old man?"

Yuyangzi's murderous intent was almost solidified.

The Longevity Ruler is the token of the head of the Changshengtang. Now that it has been cut off, how will he face the ancestors of the Changshengtang in the future?

The white bone fan swayed with a bloody wind, and shot at Lu Xueqi with several bloody rays.

Lu Xueqi pinched the sword formula in her hand, her clothes fluttered, and she controlled the flying sword to knock down several bloody rays, facing the bloody wind from the white bone fan, she wanted to kill Yuyangzi.

Feijian wants to break through the bloody wind of the Bone Fan and take away Yuyangzi's head.

The Bone Fan wants to blow away the Sword of Everlasting Sorrow, and blow away Lu Xueqi's flesh and soul.

The two wrestled with each other and were at a stalemate.

Lu Xueqi had three levels of supernatural powers before she came under Lear's seat. After switching to the Ascension of Immortals, her mana has undergone a qualitative change.

The veins on Yuyangzi's forehead twitched violently, his face turned red, and he said to the Poison God and the others beside him, "This junior is young, but his mana is extremely pure, come and help me!"

As soon as the words fell, Yuyangzi's heart beat wildly.

Suddenly, he was locked by a gust of air.

Lin Jingyu raised his sword, and the momentum of his sword continued to rise, which made all the righteous and demonic giants in Yuqing Palace startled.

A red line stretched out from the body of the sword, shining on Yuyangzi's heart.

Lin Jingyu swung his sword.

This sword has the meaning of reversing time and cutting off the world.

A sword separates the world!

The sword passed down from Lear was used from Lin Jingyu's hands after a lifetime. Although it didn't have the power to reverse time, stagnate time, and cut off the world in Lier's hands, it also had the momentum to break mountains.

boom!

Yuyangzi's arm was blown to pieces, and a cloud of blood mist floated in Yuqing Palace.

"Poison God, you can't treat them as juniors! These three young men are even more threatening than Qingyun and the others."

"Let's do it together and kill them!"

Poison God nodded solemnly, "That's right, these three young men are indeed very threatening."

"The disciples of Wandu Sect, Changshengtang, Ghost King Sect, and Hehuan Sect obey the old man's orders and kill!"

As the Poison God waved his hand, the black crowd rushed towards Lu Xueqi and the three of them, and the overwhelming magical treasures covered the three of them.

More and more disciples of the Devil's Cult poured into the Yuqing Palace. They were not afraid of death, and rushed out with a grinning grin.

"Xueqi and the other three children have not been worshiping the Immortal Ancestor Seat for a long time, protect them quickly, and never let them fall here!"

"Go out, call all the disciples of Qifeng, and drive the Demon Cult down Qingyun Mountain!"

The four heads of the Qingyun Sect, together with the three of Lu Xueqi, Master Puhong of Tianyin Temple, and Shangguan Ce of Fenxiang Valley, formed a cone and led all the disciples of Qingyun to charge outside the Yuqing Hall.

Tian Buyi held the sword in one hand, and supported Master Daoxuan with the other.

When everyone came out of the Yuqing Palace and came to the martial arts arena, they all fell silent when they saw the tens of thousands of Demon Sect disciples.

There are too many ants and kill the elephant, not to mention that the tens of thousands of demon disciples are all cultivated and have magic weapons, not ordinary people.

Master Shuiyue frowned, and asked Lu Xueqi, "Xueqi, is the immortal ancestor on the mountain?"

Qing Yun and the others all turned their attention to Lu Xueqi and the other three.

In this case, they subconsciously thought of Lear.

Only the immortal ancestor who created the immortal way can easily retreat from the demon sect and save Qingyun from the fire.

Under everyone's expectant eyes, Lu Xueqi shook her head and said, "Master has not returned."

Chapter 221

"Master has not returned."

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Lu Xueqi shook her head.

Tian Buyi heaved a long sigh, "The Demon Sect came out in full force, and came prepared, and the traitor Cangsong picked us up, and caught us all by surprise. Now Qingyun is hard to support, and the immortal ancestor is not here, is it true that there is no one here?" Is there a solution?"

Master Shuiyue, Shang Zhengliang, Zeng Shuchang, Taoist Tianyun and Suru were silent.

Looking around, there are only a few dozen of Tongtian Peak's more than 700 disciples left.

Xiao Yicai, the eldest disciple of Tongtian Peak, was drenched in blood, and one arm had already been chopped off.

Qi Hao shielded Tian Linger behind him, panting.

Tian Linger's delicate face was also stained with blood.

Zhang Xiaofan followed beside his senior sister Tian Linger, holding a soul-destroyer stick in his hand, looking at the countless disciples of the Demon Sect, his eyes were firm, and he vowed to live and die with Qingyun.

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​let me go."

Just when everyone was at a loss and despaired, Daoxuan, the head of Qingyun, stood up.

With a dark face and purple-black lips, he staggered to the front of the crowd.

Being poisoned by the seven-colored centipede, Daoxuan temporarily suppressed the poison with his Taiqing cultivation base. Standing in front of the crowd, his thin body showed his great stature at this moment, showing the responsibility that a master should have.

Looking back at the younger brothers and sisters, and then at the few remaining disciples in Tongtian Peak, Master Daoxuan said with a smile, "Patriarch Qingye predicted that there would be a thousand-year catastrophe for Qingyun. We can only get through it ourselves."

"Since Qingyunzi patriarch established the sect, in the past 700 years, my Qingyun has declined and revived, and the ups and downs have come to where I am today?"

"Qingyun has been handed down to me, Daoxuan, and it has been No. 16 generation. Even if Daoxuan sacrificed his life, he will never let Qingyun decline in this generation!"

Reverend Daoxuan's robes billowed, his voice resounded, his thin figure was infinitely tall, and he was full of majesty in the eyes of everyone.

Tears flickered in Tian Buyi's eyes, "Brother, do you want to invite Zhuxian Sword?"

Reverend Daoxuan nodded resolutely, and said in a deep voice, "Now that things have come to an end, this is the only way to resolve the crisis of the demon sect's invasion and preserve Qingyun's orthodoxy."

"no!"

"Absolutely not!"

"The Immortal Execution Sword is a fierce sword. Patriarch Qingye said that the disciples of the Qingyun Sect are not allowed to use the Immortal Execution Sword unless it is at a critical moment!"

"Brother, have you forgotten what happened a hundred years ago? Once your mind is taken away by the Zhuxian Sword and you become a sword slave, it will poison the world!"

Tian Buyi strongly objected.

He is very clear that the Immortal Jade Sword is a fierce sword with extreme killing power, but those who hold the Immortal Jade Sword will also be infected by the hostility contained in the Immortal Jade Sword and become sword slaves.

Patriarch Qingyunzi and Patriarch Qingye, both patriarchs can't control the Zhuxian Sword, and brother Daoxuan can't either.

What's more, now senior brother Daoxuan is poisoned and has suffered serious injuries?

Reverend Daoxuan smiled, his eyes were calm, and he said to Tian, ​​"Junior Brother Tian, ​​after I quit the Demon Sect, if I become a sword slave, don't show mercy, kill me immediately, and don't let me do the crime of poisoning the common people." .”

"Do not."

"Senior Brother Daoxuan, you have sacrificed too much for Qing Yunmen!"

"This time, I will replace the younger brother."

Reverend Daoxuan looked at Tian Buyi behind him, and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Tian, ​​I am the sect master."

"In the entire Qingyun Sect, I am the only one who has reached the Taiji Xuanqing Dao to the Taiqing realm, and only I can wield the Zhuxian Sword to defeat the enemy."

After finishing speaking, Master Daoxuan looked towards the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall in the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, and said calmly, "Brother, please send the Immortal Execution Sword!"

On the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, a one-armed old man with silver-white hair, holding a sword that is neither gold nor stone, looked at Daoxuan in the martial arts field, with tears glistening, and whispered softly, "Junior Brother Daoxuan, I have wronged you. "

100 years ago, the master forcibly wielded the Zhuxian Sword, and was invaded by the hostility of the Zhuxian Sword.

He beheaded the master, and was cut off by the master.

It was Junior Brother Daoxuan who shouldered everything, covering up the crime of killing his teacher for him, and shouldering the responsibility of Qing Yunmen.

Junior Brother Cangsong and others misunderstood Junior Brother Daoxuan, thinking that he had seized the headship by despicable means, but they didn't know that Junior Brother Xuan was the one who sacrificed the most!

With the enemy approaching the mountain, will Junior Brother Daoxuan follow in Master's footsteps?

Wan Jianyi let out a faint sigh, and threw out the Zhu Xian Sword.

"Junior brother, take the sword!"

Master Daoxuan jumped up, flew into the air, and held the Zhuxian sword in his hand.

Holding the Immortal Execution Sword in his hand, Master Daoxuan's aura immediately changed, and his eyes became indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Holding the Immortal Execution Sword in his hand, looking down at the tens of thousands of monsters from the Demon Cult, Daoxuan was like an ancient demon revived at this moment.

On the martial arts arena, the three masters of demonism, Poison God, Yuyangzi, and Fairy Lingbo, looked at Daoxuan Daoxuan holding the Zhuxian Sword. They were locked by Daoxuan Daoxuan's eyes, and their bodies and souls trembled together.

Deceptive!

Ten thousand people lied to them, even without the Jade Immortal Sword Formation, Daoxuan holding the Jade Immortal Sword is extremely terrifying, and it is not something they can contend with.

The corner of Tongtian Peak.

Wan Wan was wearing a light blue Confucian shirt, with a smug smile on his face.

"The Immortal Execution Sword is indeed the treasure of Qingyun, and Daoxuan who wields the Immortal Execution Sword is truly terrifying."

"However, such a treasure as the Zhuxian Sword can be controlled by human power? When Daoxuan kills Poison God, Yuyangzi and others, he will almost become obsessed and become a sword slave."

"After this battle, the vitality of Qingyunmen, Wandumen, Changshengtang, Hehuan faction, etc. have been greatly injured. When this king takes advantage of the chaos to recapture the Fulongding tripod, sacrifice the blood formation of the four spirits, and borrow the power of Shura, there will be more people in the world." Who can stop this king?"

In front of Yuqing Hall, above the martial arts arena, Master Daoxuan looked indifferently.

"go!"

Without hesitation, Poison God and the others wanted to leave immediately, without even caring about their disciples.

The poor Demon Sect members are still waving their flags and shouting, not knowing that their death is imminent.

"kill!"

Reverend Daoxuan opened his mouth and drank the word "killing", the sound of killing reverberated between heaven and earth, his indifferent eyes gradually began to turn scarlet.

As the Sword of Immortal Execution swung down, colorful rain of swords fluttered in the sky and the earth.

The colorful sword energy fell on the person, instantly melting the flesh and blood.

Poison God and Yuyangzi, the three giants of the demonic way, fled desperately, and some experienced old monsters of the demonic way immediately evacuated Qingyun Mountain when they saw that the situation was not right.

Pieces of Demon Cult disciples fell into a pool of blood, and they didn't even have time to scream.

At this moment, Daoxuan no longer has the appearance of a fairy, his eyes are scarlet, and his whole body is shrouded in a blood-red halo, like an ancient god of death coming to the world.

"Go!"

"Let's go, Daoxuan is already possessed."

"The Poison God and Hall Master have both run away, we will be killed if we stay here!"

The countless disciples of the Demon Sect subsided like a tide, leaving a pile of corpses lying on the martial arts arena of Yuqing Palace, and the blood gurgled into a small river.

Daoxuan, who was standing in mid-air, did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and there was still a sliver of reason in his scarlet eyes, trying to wake up from the murderous and hostile aura of Zhu Xianjian.

Lin Jingyu slammed his mouth and said in shock, "Is this the Qingyun Supreme Treasure Zhuxian Sword?"

Lu Xueqi's expression was no longer cold, and she was also a little horrified, "Simply swiping the sword lightly, like mowing grass, harvested thousands of lives, and this is just a trace of the power of the Jade Sword that Daoxuan borrowed. I can't imagine how sharp the Jade Sword is!" To what extent."

Chapter 222 Suppression of Daoxuan

On the martial arts arena in front of the Yuqing Palace, corpses were strewn all over the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

The demon sect retreated.

In mid-air, Daoxuan was holding the Immortal Execution Sword, his whole body was wrapped in blood, and his scarlet eyes struggled uncertainly.