When Xiao Zhenwei drew his sword, he thought at first that he wanted to help his junior nephew perform a show. However, when he really pulled out the sword, an unprecedented feeling instantly filled his whole body.
He hid in the Canglang Sword Sect's quiet practice for many years, isolated from the world and had not seen anyone for a long time.
However, at this time, there were crowds of people outside the Zongsheng Palace, as if the entire Chang'an had come. Especially with Gu Liubai's hand pointing at him, he pulled out the knife, as if the entire Chang'an's eyes were gathering on him.
Zheng~~~
A soft voice sounded inside him.
In his body, he was imprisoning his mood, imprisoning his sword intent, and imprisoning his overall aura, a shell that imprisoned his entire aura was broken.
The moment the blade left the scabbard, a sword was completely pulled out from his body.
The emperor's color changed slightly.
The owner of Baiyun Temple changed slightly.
The Master of Xuandu Guanguan, Yelu Yueli, and Lan Sheyi... also changed their faces immediately.
Many famous swords in the sword sheaths of sword masters suddenly trembled slightly, making strange sounds, as if trembling, as if they were afraid of something.
Even the countless spectators in the Zongsheng Palace who did not understand cultivation felt a sacred aura that was not like the human world.
They saw countless beautiful lights appearing in the blood-red clouds above.
It seemed to be the original color of the sun and the sky, as pure as glass, and was not stained by any external objects.
These purest and most beautiful lights quietly hang on the high platform of Zongsheng Palace, appearing extremely solemn, sacred and majestic.
The vital energy as bright as blood spreads over like a tide, but it still cannot invade these pure and beautiful lights, but instead makes them more and more crystal clear.
Xiao Zhenwei didn't think much about it at this time.
When he used the knife, he thought about cooperating with his nephew to act. When he pulled out the knife, he naturally slashed towards the flesh and blood ball that had turned into a giant drum.
However, at the same time, he felt very comfortable and happy.
How do you describe this?
It’s like when I was a child, I compared someone with a few brothers who drank more water, but I couldn’t pee, and finally won, and finally ran to the back of a big tree to pee.
It doesn't seem appropriate enough.
It was more like one night when I was hungry. I told Guo Beixi that there were two ducks in the kitchen and wanted to steal the ducks, but I was afraid that they would be beaten by the uncles tomorrow morning. I was hesitant for a moment. Guo Beixi said to be the ball and go to bed. But when he was so depressed that he was really hungry in the quilt and counted the ducks to sleep, Guo Beixi suddenly appeared in front of him with a smile and said, "Senior Brother, give you a good thing, and then stuffed a duck legs into his mouth."
The stomach was rumbling. When he took the first bite of the duck legs, he had not tasted it yet, but he felt happy and felt that this was really the best thing in the world.
Very happy, very comfortable, and the feeling of depression disappeared all of a sudden.
When such a feeling appeared in his body with memory, a sound rang out in his mind.
This sound was like his own voice, but also like Guo Beixi's voice.
The sound seemed to fall from a high altitude, or it was coming from deep in his body, "It should have been like this."
Then the sound became clearer.
"Senior Brother!"
He heard the voice of Guo Beixi.
"You're finally here."
"Senior brother, chop it."
His nose was slightly sour.
He responded in his heart, "Okay junior brother, I'll cut it."
Then his response was like a stone breaking the frozen water surface of Jianxin Pool. The water in Jianxin Pool suddenly roared like a boiling splash. Every water splash was like a Xiao Zhenwei shouting in his body, roaring.
“Cut it!”
"Cut it!"
The practitioners inside and outside the Zongsheng Palace were instantly filled with awesomeness.
The moment when Xiao Zhen blew his sword, there was no fireworks. The knife only had some sacred smell. The rest seemed to be no different from ordinary swordsmen. However, in this moment, whether it was Xiao Zhenwei himself or this knife, the entire momentum was instantly different.
The pressure came terrible.
Everyone felt a strong sense of crisis.
It was like I suddenly came to a large embankment, with thousands of acres of turbid waves in front of me, and the embankment under my feet was already split and was about to collapse.
Xiao Zhenwei's man stood on the platform well, but the breath of the long sword in his body and hands continued to expand. In everyone's perception, the man seemed to have gone up more than ten miles and reached the clouds.
Forced by this force, the vital energy around the giant bulge of flesh and blood also condensed into substance, and evil vital energy naturally formed fluttering talismans.
These talismans fly around it, like a jungle growing.
The vital energy and vital energy squeezed each other, making a sound of metal and iron colliding, like an invisible ghost soldier killing.
Xiao Zhenwei's knife has been cut off.
The sky suddenly divides into two sides.
A clear and pure light breaks through all obstacles and turns into a pure light curtain to reach the world.
Lan Shewei was extremely shocked, and her whole body continued to tremble.
What kind of cultivation and supernatural power is this?
No wonder in her perception, this person was clearly standing on the platform ahead, but his person seemed to be above the clouds.
His sword connects the world, and this piece of light curtain is worse than a pure space broken by his sword.
Any vitality could not be stopped and was completely broken by his sword.
This is the case when you look close, and it is even more shocking when you look from a distance.
It was like an extremely huge long sword suddenly appeared in the world, like a river of heaven that fell to the ground.
The magical power around the giant drum-shaped flesh and blood was still rotating, but a slight sound came from the talismans, and countless extremely thin cracks appeared, and then the talismans began to collapse.
These shattered talismans did not turn into airflow, but fell to the ground like heavy grains, making a thud, as if hail was falling.
These fragments still contain terrifying power, but under the crushing of the sword light, their power cannot be aggregated and cannot prevent the sword from falling on the flesh and blood.
Xiao Zhenwei seemed to be still moving.
But the knife in his hand seemed to have slashed firmly on the giant drum-shaped flesh and blood.
A sniffle crack.
The human skin wrapped in a giant drum broke open.
Under the human skin, a mass of twisting flesh and blood surged up, turning into countless headless corpses.
The human skin was completely stretched out and turned into two pieces and fell to the ground.
In the middle, blood and flesh swelled, but a mountain of corpses formed by growing headless corpses.
All the headless corpses in this mountain of corpses seem to have only blood-condensed bodies, no bones, and no skin. They waved their hands frantically, as if they were to pull a human leather clothes from the surrounding world that could cover themselves.
In this situation, everyone who saw outside the Zongsheng Palace had a numb scalp and felt that their scalp was torn apart by these evil things.
Mental power is not a substance, it was originally invisible. However, the mental power contained in this corpse mountain is too complex and too powerful. The mental power that counterattacks towards Xiao Zhenwei even affects the surrounding light, causing many flowing shadows to appear in the air.
Countless shadows washed over Xiao Zhenwei's body in one breath, and the subsequent evil spirit even condensed into a large number of gray frost flowers around him.
Such a terrifying spiritual power can even be compared with the evil emperor in Pingkangfang that day, but such spiritual power attacked Xiao Zhenwei without any impact on him.
His overall energy is like a pool of still water, without causing any turmoil.
He was just quietly sensing his opponent and thinking quietly.
The sword he had just now caused great damage to the evil spirit and destroyed the magical powers it condensed, but he was sure at this time that the sword technique he mastered, or all the sword techniques in the world, even the Sky-Slaying Sword of the Zongsheng Palace, even if he gave it a lot of swords, he could not completely kill it.
Then you have to think of other sword moves.
There is no sword move in the world to kill such things.
He slowly looked up and looked at the clouds cut open by his magical power. Looking at the beautiful light, he thought of a sword move.
He created a sword technique on the spot.
The energy on his body expanded again.
He slashed into the sky directly above the mountain of corpses.
A terrifying force was like tearing apart the sky, and a crack appeared in the sky.
The blade in his hand was still shaking slightly.
The vitality squeezes layer by layer in the air, like countless tiny waves pushing the front waves.
Many crystal circles appeared in the sky, like the eyes of countless gods looking at the mountain of corpses.
The extremely bright sunlight fell from the gap in the sky, and the golden light column seemed extremely majestic. After the crystal crystal formed by the accumulation and squeeze of the vital energy, the light became more and more intense. When it fell on the mountain of corpse, blue smoke ignited.
The blue smoke surged, and the blue smoke continued to burn.
Countless fires appeared in the air.
The high-temperature and blazing flames, like the divine light descending from the gods, wrapped the entire mountain of corpses.
The mountain of corpse made a sharp hissing sound.
It surged in pain, but was unable to fight back at all.
Lan She looked at the Taoist priest wearing a mask in disbelief. She could not imagine that the Tang Dynasty had such an existence.
The first knife breaks the formation.
The second knife kills evil.
The countless Chang'an spectators outside Zongsheng Palace were silent.
They looked at such a magnificent picture in disbelief and did not even applaud.
Because cheering is aimed at the powerful figures in the world, and in their eyes, Xiao Zhenwei is a true god.
The Taoist leader of the Tang Dynasty really asked the gods to succeed in an instant, and invited a true god to kill the evil.
Just like what he said when he cast a mantra, it was true that the ten directions and three realms were heard from afar. The holy saints responded instantly.
He is not the real chosen one, who is the real chosen one?
In Changsun Wuji's mansion, Changsun Wuji looked at the crack in the sky from afar, and as countless golden fires rolled down, he felt the powerful magical aura, and felt extremely satisfied in his heart.
Chapter completed!