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Xuanyuan Yuheng heard a dragon roar, and then saw the black gold sword arriving in the blink of an eye with monstrous sword energy. Waves of energy surged in his hand, and he held the sword firmly, and the sword trembled like a swimming dragon.

"Long Yuan!" He recognized the sword at a glance. It was Long Yuan, one of the three swords he was pursuing. His cheeks under the ghost face became more and more twisted.

Jiang Chengfeng flew forward, grabbed the hilt of the Long Yuan Sword, raised the sword, and knocked Xuanyuan Yuheng back two steps, then lightly tapped the bluestone steps and rushed towards the tomb.

Xuanyuan Yuheng's eyes were cold and filled with anger, and he shouted angrily:

"Old ghost Huangtang, Zhang Yinzong, if you stop Jiang Chengfeng for me, I will thank you very much!"

The old ghost's old face was stained red by the alcohol, and his body seemed to be standing unsteadily. The wine gourd around his waist was shaking. The thin lips under his red rosacea nose suddenly blew out a breath of alcohol towards Jiang Chengfeng.

"puff!"

The smell of alcohol changed in the wind, and the moment he approached Jiang Chengfeng, it suddenly turned into fire, illuminating the valley with a majestic flame. The sea of ​​fire rose in front of the tomb door and turned into a barrier to the tomb.

The fire in Jiang Chengfeng's eyes swayed, mixed with his own anger. The Longyuan Sword in his hand trembled, and he wanted to extinguish the sea of ​​​​fire with one sword. As soon as the sword blade was protruded, there was only a "ding" sound, and a sword energy came from far to near.

The laser shot onto Long Yuan's sword.

Zhang Yinzong, the abandoned disciple of the Sword Tomb, had a cold look on his face and blocked Jiang Chengfeng's path with a sword. Although he was a peak third-grade master and his cultivation was not as good as Jiang Chengfeng's, he was able to stop Jiang Chengfeng for a while based on what he learned in the Sword Tomb.

Moreover, Zhang Yinzong did not think much about the "Shadowless Prajna Sutra" during this trip. He was mainly invited by the Faceless Man to help out.

Xuanyuan Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief. Among the great masters present now, except for the two elders Gu Changtian and Master Kuzhu, the only ones left were the thief Sikong Buqiu and Jiang Chengfeng, the head of the Jiang family.

The biggest thing is that he will never allow these two people to enter the tomb before him, otherwise he will lose the opportunity to compete for the "Shadowless Prajna Sutra".

He tiptoed lightly and swept in front of the blazing sea of ​​fire.

The master of the stealing sect, Sikong Buji, stepped forward and stood next to Jiang Chengfeng. He held a small shovel in his hand, but no one present found it funny.

You know, when Sikong Bugui walked among the mausoleums, this small shovel helped him break through countless traps in the mausoleum. Legend has it that this small shovel also has the miraculous effect of warding off evil spirits and calming souls.

The leader of the Blood Knife Sect, the leader of the Buyi Gang, several elders of the Qingshan Sword Sect, the elders of the Ji family, the head of the Wang family, and other people from the big sects of the Jianghu sect, as well as some powerful individual cultivators in the Jianghu, also came forward.

Daxia has a vast territory and a vast territory. There are many forces from far and wide that have not arrived at Putuo Temple. Maybe they have given up the fight, or maybe they are still on the road.

Among the powerful men present now, Sikong Bujie has the strongest overall strength, but the strength of these sect masters or high-level officials should not be underestimated. They all came here for the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra", so naturally they cannot let go.

In the past, the Faceless Man and Sikong Bu borrowed two forces to fight. They were naturally happy for the two parties to fight. But now the two parties are facing each other, and the sea of ​​​​fire is raging. When it will eventually burn out, they naturally have to move forward and cannot slow down.

There are too many people like the faceless man and the thief sect master.

"Phaseless Prajna Sutra" is one of the unique martial arts. It can evolve into various martial arts in the world. Obtaining it and becoming a giant in the world is only a matter of time. In the face of such martial arts and the opportunity to become a famous and powerful person,

How many people can calm down?

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were calm, standing behind the crowd of spectators, holding Gu Nanyuan's delicate hand with his left hand, and holding Sikong Xing's small hand with his right hand. He stared at the many strong men in front of the sea of ​​fire at the entrance of the tomb, and sighed slightly in his heart.

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Regardless of whether he has obtained the secret book of the formless Prajna in advance, the battle among the people in the world will not stop. Even if he knows that the secret book of the formless prajna is empty and has no mental method, it will only set off a greater bloody storm.

The sea of ​​​​fire gradually extinguished, and the martial arts cultivation in front of the tomb surged into the sky. The strong men's eyes were like daggers, glaring at the opponents present.

Zhao Wujiang felt the gaze of the tomb guard. He looked sideways and nodded slightly. The tomb guard meant to let them leave. The war was about to begin, and the burial soil here would be stained with blood.
Chapter completed!