Sword...sheath?

Not to mention that the ancient Xiuhe Linzi who smashed on the stage was shocked. Qing Yanzi, the old master, Yuanpu Zhenren and other pillars of the contemporary Taoist world were also shocked by this scabbard.

Although the attack just now took advantage of the sudden attack, it was just the rapid speed of the sword sheath. The force contained on it made an ancient cultivator who was in the middle stage of the birth state almost fight head-on, but was beaten so embarrassed!

It would be fine if He Linzi fell to the ground, but he spat out another mouthful of blood, looking at the direction of the entrance of the main venue with an extremely angry expression.

A series of spiritual consciousnesses had already flowed away, and countless monks cast their eyes.

Qing Yanzi had already recognized the scabbard, and there was a little riot in the monks outside the field. The crowd blocked in front of the entrance seemed to be torn by some force, and quickly made a path.

A moment ago, a divine bird flew from the southwest. When it rushed to the entrance of the venue, it threw out the scabbard, and it also cut off the speed of its forward rushing forward and landed steadily on the slope in front of the venue.

At this time, a clearing space was empty around the man, and there was silence inside and outside the field.

The sword cultivator was carrying a man on his back, and pointed his spiritless sword in his right hand slanted downwards. His face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were as sharp as swords, and his figure was like a sword unsheathed.

The force of his attack is to force others, and his power is to outweigh the sky!

At this moment, the aura that was revealed in his body was overwhelming, and he actually competed with the fourteen Gu Xius who were standing in the air in the venue!

Set on the projection screens inside and outside the venue, locking the screen at the main entrance of the venue. Among the separated crowds, Jian Xiujing suddenly rushed forward step by step, staring at the dozens of figures in the air.

On his back, the charming woman wrapped in a Taoist robe drooped down her silver hair, and her face turned out to be so haggard.

In the command hall of the investigation team, who yelled first: "Right and wrong! He injured Gu Xiu!"

A group of staff who had been watching the scene reacted one step earlier than the monks in the venue, and the hall was immediately filled with shouts from the young men.

If Qing Yanzi forced his battle, he was a backbone that supported the spirit and body of the contemporary Taoist world;

The sudden attack of the scabbard was an iron fist that hit the fifteen Gu Sin Cultivators' faces!

This kind of shouting sound is unlikely to appear in the venue, because the pressure of the overhaul there is becoming stronger and stronger, and many young monks in the venue have difficulty breathing, let alone shouting.

"Not verbal..."

Qing Yanzi stood in mid-air, staring at Wang Sheng who had already stepped into the venue, with a little relief and a faint guilt in his eyes. Then he sighed dejectedly, fell down, stood in front of the old master, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Brother! Sister!"

Wang Xiaomiao shouted in a crying voice, but she was not far from the main entrance, and she shouted and ran over quickly.

The ancient sword protecting Wang Xiaomiao would not make her feel any pressure, nor would it give anyone a chance to attack.

Wang Sheng's gaze, full of cold murderous aura, melted in an instant, and the tip of the Wuling Sword sagged. Looking at Wang Xiaomiao who was running towards him, he felt inexplicably touched.

Her hair that had been left for so long was cut short. The grievance, sadness and fatigue in her eyes made Wang Sheng almost punch herself in the heart.

Finally, Wang Xiaomiao ran to his face, threw herself into his arms and cried out in a deep voice. The pressure and anxiety that had been squeezed during this period were finally released...

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Wang Sheng's voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his hand to stroke Xiao Miao's thin spine, and a deep hatred appeared in his heart.

When he left, the Great China Kingdom was too peaceful and had no external worries; so much so that he had never considered that Xilian and his sister would become the targets of these ancient sin cultivators.

It's only a little short. If it wasn't for the fear of helping you, if it wasn't for the old senior of the Sword Sect's formation spirit taking action...

"Brother, how are you doing with your elder sister?" Wang Xiaomiao cried a few times and immediately struggled to look aside.

"Healing the wound," Wang Sheng responded calmly, squatted down slowly, carefully putting Xilian down so that Xilian could sit on the ground.

Xiao Miao immediately ran over and hugged Sister Xilian, letting Xilian snuggle in her arms, looking at Xilian's neck, which was still scarred at this time, and tears were rolling in her eyes.

Obviously, I could endure it before...

Wang Sheng observed Xilian's condition, and the ancient sword flew over and landed at his hand, signaling him to hold the hilt of the sword.

"Senior, thank you," Wang Sheng whispered, "I'm sorry, I'll protect my elder sister and younger sister for a while, and wait for me to kill the enemy, and thank you for your kindness before."

A sigh came from the ancient sword, but he didn't insist on anything much. He flew to Xiao Miao, quietly suspended there, emitting a blue sword light.

Sword Spirit Wuming did not show up directly.

Wang Sheng stood up, and Wang Xiaomiao finally remembered the important matter on the side and shouted: "Brother, I have these evidences of ancient sins that have harmed people. Brother Yun Zhi has also been controlled by his ancestors. As long as they are exposed..."

"No," Wang Sheng said softly, Wang Xiaomiao's words stopped immediately, and he looked at his brother with some concern.

Turning around, Wang Sheng carried the spiritless sword forward, and squeezed out an ugly smile to his master and the many Taoist priests. Then the two gazes were once again murderous, and they directly ignored Helinzi and landed on the fourteen figures in the air!

"Who hurts Xilian, come out and die."

All the twelve ancient cultivators in the sky looked extremely gloomy. Among them, half were shocked by Wang Sheng's power at this time, and half were shocked by the spiritless sword in Wang Sheng's hand.

With one sword in this man, he stood here at this time, and he was the highest among the ancient sin cultivators who beat the sword cultivator. At this moment, he showed some fear.

The Wuling Sword let out a gentle buzzing sound, emitting a cold murderous intent.

Wang Sheng's eyes were fixed on the sword cultivator. He was waiting for the strongest man of the ancient sin cultivator to stand up and fight him. When the spiritless sword struck the opponent's throat, he would destroy the opponent's soul that had already passed the heavenly tribulation.

"come out!"

Another scolding, everything in the audience was quiet...

"You junior!"

Suddenly, a angrily scolded came, but on the rostrum, He Linzi was angry and pointed at Wang Sheng and cursed angrily. He even added a silver flag in his hand, and the flag was engraved with Taoist patterns.

"Dare to humiliate me like this! I will let you know what elders are today!"

After saying that, the flag fluttered, causing a strong wind to emerge. He Linzi quickly recited the mantra.

Wang Sheng did not move his feet. The Wuling Sword pointed to the ground diagonally, and his left hand drew out a colorful ray of light in his chest, condensed into a flying ray of sword.

The sword finger in the left hand scratched the simple traces of a mysterious truth. The Feixia Sword trembled gently, and hardness turned on it.

One transforms three, three transforms nine!

Nine fairy swords, either virtual or real, trembled gently, and light white sword lights emerged from them, which were Wang Sheng's pure Yang magic power.

He Linzi held the banner in his hand, his face turned red, and he recited the mantra three times, and then shouted loudly:

"Five Thunder Generals, General Train, fell to the sky and drove away thunder and clouds! Show up quickly! As urgent as the law!"

A whirlwind appeared in front of Helinzi, and low roars kept coming from it. The whirlwind gradually dissipated. A silver-armored giant shining with lightning all over his body, grabbed two sledgehammers, jumped up, and the landing point was Wang Sheng!

The sword is called no beginning, and the sword is called no end;

Wang Sheng raised his left hand, and the nine "flying swords" in front of him soared into the sky with a sound of breaking through the air. They suddenly surged rapidly in the air, penetrated the head, shoulders, knees, elbows... without any obstacles... and slashed left and right!

The roar came to an abrupt end, and the seemingly ferocious silver-armored giant was dismembered by the sword light!

Wang Sheng kept pointing his sword, but this time he drew a complex sword talisman. The nine flying swords in the air seemed to be flying around in a burst, but they were all quickly approaching Helinzi.

He Linzi's face changed drastically, and his spiritual consciousness could not keep up with the trajectory of these "flying swords" dancing!

He suddenly shook the magic banner and hurriedly activated the magic trick. He was rumoring, but his feet kept retreating.

The Qiankun borrows the method and returns to the ruins with one sword.

Wang Sheng raised his left hand again, and the nine swords shot towards Helinzi from nine directions. First, they made a loud bang, and then brought out nine white shallow circles. They almost arrived around Helinzi in a blink of an eye, trying to pierce his body out of nine blood holes!

The magic banner was shining brightly, and the magic power surged around Helinzi. The old Taoist's spiritual consciousness was searching wildly, but he could only use this stupid method to protect himself!

However, the nine sword shadows disappeared strangely; He Linzi was just waiting to find her, but she felt a chill in her chest, and she lowered her head in surprise, looking at the flying sword that had pierced his middle dantian and cut off the Nascent Soul directly.

Wang Sheng's left hand finger stirred slightly, and the sword light shone everywhere in Helinzi's Taoist body, and nine terrifying sword wounds cracked. He didn't even scream, and he fell on the stage.

Blood splashed, and the Feixia Sword was not stained with blood. It slowly flew back to Wang Sheng's body and circled quietly.

one.

Wang Sheng took a half step forward, without even looking at He Linzi's body, just staring at the sword cultivator standing on the clouds.

The ancestor of Huashan Daocheng, the strongest ancient cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Realm!

This person seemed quite scruples and still did not stand up. The master of Maoshan Daocheng could not help but sneer.

The old Taoist said leisurely: "I have a good skill in Shushan sword control! It is really the next wave that pushes the previous wave. Now, the realm of cultivation has only been recovering for decades. It is really a big eye to have such a sword cultivator.

Being with demons, siblings are in harmony.

Because the demon even started to kill people, he regarded the predecessors in the world of Taoism as nothing.

The Sword Sect really taught a good disciple. You, Master Qingfeng, will be proud of you."

Wang Sheng's eyes were not fluctuating, and the Wuling Sword raised, pointing at the ancient cultivator of Maoshan Daocheng.

This is his answer.

Battle One.

Let you tell the truth, let the world scold me, and just want to fight.

The one who plotted against Xilian and wanted to kill his little sister was the enemy of life and death. All his answers were written on the sword edge of the Wuling Sword!

Life and death are all right, let’s fight!

Inside and outside the venue, one by one, gaze moved from the man in the field to the Maoshan Daocheng Gu Xiu's body with a sword. The latter's face turned pale and his eyes swept over the Taoist priests and Taoist masters below, and a little resentment was seen in his eyes.

Anyone who still has some shame will stand up to fight at this time. After all, his cultivation level is much higher than the young sword cultivator below.

Can……
To be continued...