Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

Yuanshi’s eyes spewed fire.

Even in his conversation, he no longer called him "Third Brother", but directly called him by his name Tongtiandao.

It can be seen how angry Yuanshi was.

This harsh question made everyone stunned.

But then they reacted and couldn't help but burst into whispers.

"What? The Holy Master Tongtian is helping us secretly?"

"No wonder, how could Gu Changqing alone be able to suppress the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect?"

"As expected of a saint, your spiritual sense is so sharp that you can sense the subtle auras that we are unaware of?"

In just a moment, everyone believed what Yuanshi said, and thought that it was because of Tongtian's secret help that he was able to defeat the Twelve Golden Immortals in one fell swoop.

But being "criticized by thousands of people" like this, Tongtian was completely confused.

"Secretly helping Changqing's disciple?"

"What are you talking about, Brother Yuanshi?"

"I have never taken any action from the beginning to the end, let alone displayed any aura. How can I help my disciple Changqing?"

Tongtian was somewhat displeased to be slandered by Yuanshi.

Although he called him "Brother Yuanshi", his tone was already a little gloomy.

Hearing this, Yuanshi sneered.

"Oh? You're still here making clever speeches."

"Earlier, I clearly sensed the sword intent of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, mixed in with the millions of sword intents."

"You still dare to say it wasn't your method?"

Yuanshi swore with great confidence, as if he was sure to defeat Tongtian.

This statement caused a stir among the crowd.

Zhu Xian Four Swords? !

That is the legendary top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

As the saying goes: Killing immortals is beneficial, killing immortals is fatal, trapping immortals will cause red light everywhere.

The changes of the immortals are endless and wonderful, and the clothes of the great gods are stained with blood.

Once the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation is set up, it can only be broken by the Four Saints.

If Tongtian really used this treasure to deal with the Twelve Golden Immortals who are his juniors, he would be considered inferior.

However, this time, he didn't wait for Tongtian to explain.

Gu Changqing, looking drunk, spoke first:

“Haha, Uncle Yuanshi, please don’t slander Master Tongtian.”

"The previous incident has nothing to do with Master."

"That's... uh... my Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Art showing its power."

"Haha, once the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Art is used, all the sword intents between heaven and earth can be used by me."

Gu Changqing laughed heartily, heroically and passionately.

From the words, one can also sense the unparalleled power of seizing all the sword intent in heaven and earth.

Hearing this, Tongtian nodded with satisfaction.

The facts are just as Gu Changqing said.

Previously, the Four Zhu Xian Swords were inspired by Gu Changqing's aura and began to emit sword intent, blessing Gu Changqing's body.

Tongtian was both confirming that what Gu Changqing said was true and was greatly surprised.

Disciple Changqing, when did you master this top-level sword technique?

"Humph, that's nonsense!"

"Seizing all the sword power between heaven and earth? Even your master Tongtian has never mastered this kind of magical power."

"How dare you, a mere disciple like you, speak so arrogantly?"

Yuanshi scolded angrily and didn't believe what Gu Changqing said at all.

Everyone looked skeptical.

According to Gu Changqing, the power of this sword technique is so terrifying that it is unheard of by anyone.

In comparison, they still believe more in what the Yuanshi Saint said.

In the dead silence, suddenly, an unexpected existence spoke.

"Master Changqing is right!"

After hearing this, everyone looked in the direction of the voice and were shocked to see that it was actually Saint Nuwa who spoke, and she was speaking for Gu Changqing.

For a moment, Yuanshi's eyes were gloomy and he stared at Nuwa in a questioning manner.

The latter didn't care and continued softly:

"I can testify to this!"

"When Junior Brother Changqing performed the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Art earlier, the sword in my sea of ​​consciousness also moved without a master."

"A sword intent broke out of the body without any control and became a part of the millions of sword intents."

boom!

When Saint Nuwa spoke, the meaning was completely different.

Everyone knows that Saint Nuwa has nothing to do with Gu Changqing.

Moreover, Nuwa has always been of a calm temperament and would never deliberately speak nonsense.

She said so, so it must be true.

As Nuwa spoke, the powerful and mighty men who had been silent suddenly thought of something and echoed her in a low voice.

"Saint Nuwa said this, and I suddenly remembered that the sword in my sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have burst into buzzing sounds before."

"Yes, yes. I feel the same way."

"I thought it was just an illusion, but I didn't expect that you all had such a feeling?"

"It seems that what Saint Tongtian and Saint Nuwa said is true. All this is due to Gu Changqing's swordsmanship."

There were many powerful men present, and quite a few of them used swords as weapons.

Under the influence of the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Art, everyone had a sense of it.

This obviously cannot be called a coincidence.

The tables are turned.

Everyone turned to believe Gu Changqing and supported Tongtian and Nuwa's statements.

Yuanshi's face was as gloomy as water and he said nothing.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out in the field.

"Gu Changqing, you are looking for death!"

Guangchengzi had a ferocious face, gnashing teeth, and a look that was icy cold.

The injuries left by the millions of sword intentions were restored to their original state in a moment.

But today's shame cannot be erased.

The Twelve Golden Immortals are beings that Saint Yuanshi has high hopes for.

On weekdays, when they travel between heaven and earth, the Twelve Golden Immortals are arrogant and think they are no inferior to others.

But today, even though they joined forces, they were still crushed by Gu Changqing without any suspense.

How could the Twelve Golden Immortals, who have such strong self-esteem, accept this?

Therefore, Guangchengzi had hardly finished speaking.

Several of the Twelve Golden Immortals couldn't help but take action.

In an instant, five or six powerful attacking techniques rose up, broke through the air, and enveloped Gu Changqing.

The Twelve Golden Immortals were so angry and frustrated that this move almost brought out a fierce murderous intent.

Seeing this, Tongtian's pupils suddenly shrank.

"How dare you?!"

Tongtian roared angrily and was about to take action to suppress the Twelve Golden Immortals.

But Gu Changqing's movements were faster than his.

Feeling the murderous intent in the attack of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Gu Changqing's originally sleepy eyes suddenly focused.

The sharp eyes shot out, captivating the heart.

The Twelve Golden Immortals present felt a tremendous chill covering them, making their hair stand on end.

The next moment, Gu Changqing's body glowed with energy and blood surged.

Every drop of wine that entered his mouth was transformed into majestic sword intent, pouring out without reservation.

The sword power was like a torrent, terrifying beyond measure.

In the blink of an eye, the Twelve Golden Immortals were completely submerged.

boom!

boom!

All I heard was a series of muffled explosions.

The Twelve Golden Immortals were defeated step by step, and even if they used all their magical powers, they could not resist at all.

The bodies of the twelve people were like kites with broken strings. They vomited blood and flew out.

Finally, it fell heavily into the demon court, shattering countless heavenly palaces.