Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 607

[Chapter 607 Unchangeable Errors]

It took him a lot of time to transform this stone man. It is roughly estimated that two days have passed since he entered the abyss of the crypt.

“It’s better to take a breath and transform all the remaining three statues…”

Ding Hao was about to continue, at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred…

There was a burst of energy throbbing from the ground world outside, and Ding Hao’s face changed. Someone was attacking the mountain gate of Wen Jianzong, triggering the defensive formation he had arranged. Moreover, the strength of the person who came was definitely not low, far away from Lu Xiongfei and Fang Xiao. Above the stream of Ann.

“Could it be that reinforcements from [Splitting Heaven Sword Sect] have arrived? What a sect that doesn’t know whether to live or die…”

The corner of Ding Hao’s mouth unconsciously raised a cruel arc, his eyes shot with murderous intent, and all the puppet golems were put into the storage space, turned into a stream of light, soared into the sky, and flew towards the ground. go.

Ask around the Sword Mountains.

boom!

A terrifying purple palm print cut through the void and slammed heavily towards the mountain gate of Wen Jianzong.

This is the supernatural power of Wuhuang realm.

With one palm pressed, the airflow within a radius of one thousand meters was violent, and the earth shook, as if it was about to be smashed directly.

Just when the purple palm print was about to bombard the mountain gate of Wen Jianzong in the distance, a golden inscription suddenly appeared in the void, whistling and winding like a dragon, instantly forming a golden light wall. Block that purple palm!

The two collide.

One after another golden purple ripples spread out.

In the end, the giant purple palm collapsed.

The golden light wall just flickered a few waves of ripples without any damage, and then slowly disappeared and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

In the sky in the distance, dozens of figures wearing purple leather armor with gorgeous inscriptions, saw this scene, their faces changed slightly.

One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, with a white face and a triangular face, snorted and said with a sneer, “It’s kind of interesting, but I never imagined that in a barren and uncivilized land like Xuezhou, a guardian of a small sect would The mountain formation has such power, but I underestimate it, Qing Xuan, are you sure that Ding Hao is in it?”

A handsome young man in a purple robe nodded and said, “The disciple has already inquired very clearly before that Ding Hao is a disciple of the Swordsman Sect in Selangor. Someone in Selangor saw with his own eyes that Ding Hao had returned to the Swordsman Sect. He must be here now, uncle, this Ding Hao has obtained countless treasures of divine medicines in the [God Medicine Garden] in the pseudo-god city, and he must carry them with him. The door dispatches people to come, and it will be difficult for us to swallow it alone!”

“Hey, a small barbarian sect has obtained so many treasures. It’s really self-defeating and brings disaster. Even if Ding Hao is amazing, but he can be against Emperor Wu, so what?” The triangular-faced middle-aged man He sneered and said, “He is alone, after all, it is difficult to support a single tree, can he resist the six emperors of my Purple Spirit Sect?”

The voice did not fall.

In the distance to ask Jianzong mountain gate, several figures rose up, and instantly came to the place where the golden light wall appeared before.

The leader is dressed in white clothes like snow, elegant and handsome, carrying a long sword, it is Guan Feidu, shouting: “Who attacked my mountain protection formation?”

“Where is Ding Hao? Let him come out and answer!” The young man Qing Xuan took a step forward and shouted arrogantly.

“Who are you?” Guan Feidu asked cautiously.

“You are a little ant, and you deserve to know our name?” Qingxuan didn’t take this young man in white at all, and he saw at a glance that this person was only a great martial artist. , poor strength.

“It’s just a few ants, why bother?”

The triangular-faced middle-aged man was already impatient, and suddenly he slapped it with a palm.

This palm is like a god exploring the claws in the clouds. It is extremely fierce and contains the unique coercion of Martial Emperor powerhouses, causing the clouds to move in all directions, thunder and thunder, and the sky, earth, and clouds suddenly change, as if to destroy everything, and the momentum is like lightning. The dozen or so disciples of the Sword Sect on the opposite side.

The expression of the young man in white changed.

The attack of this level is like the wrath of a god, and it is definitely not something that he can resist.

“Retreat!” He shouted loudly, leading the others back for the first time.

At the same time, the previously hidden golden light wall slowly reappeared, surging with an extremely tyrannical breath, and the chains of inscriptions snaked like dragons, blocking the purple giant palm and protecting the disciples of the Sword Sect. in.

The triangular-faced middle-aged man sneered and slapped it with another palm.

This palm is more powerful, and the huge purple palm stimulates the sky and the clouds, causing the turbulence of the tide of power.

He wants to completely defeat the golden light wall with one palm, and he can’t delay any longer.

But at this time…

A golden streamer came in an instant.

In the golden flame, there is a vague figure, elegant and unrestrained, like a banished immortal, punching out with a backhand.

boom!

A blast of air rang out, and two huge purple palm prints were instantly pierced by fists, and they were torn apart and disappeared in the void.

“Who broke into me and asked Jianzong’s mountain gate?” The golden light gradually faded away, revealing a handsome young man with a majestic face and a sinister look in his eyes. Zong people.

The young man in white and the disciples of Swordsman Sect immediately cheered when they saw this person appearing.

“He’s Ding Hao.” Qing Xuan whispered in the middle-aged man’s ear.

The triangular-faced middle-aged man was slightly surprised. Ding Hao’s strength was higher than he expected, but it was only a little bit higher. In the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], did you get a lot of genius treasures?”

Ding Hao frowned slightly, already understanding the purpose of these people, calmly said: “So what?”

“It’s fine if you admit it.” The middle-aged man with no triangular-faced white face said arrogantly: “Han Donglai, the sect master of the Ziling Sect in Xinzhou, is a so-called genius and treasure, and only the virtuous can live there. You are a small barbarian. How can you be worthy of owning the treasures in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield]? Obediently hand over everything you got, and I will let you ask the Sword Sect today, otherwise…hehe, don’t blame this sect for being ruthless!”

“Fart! Shameless!” Bai Yiguan Feidu said angrily, “My uncle Ding has worked so hard to get the magic medicine, we will give it to you when you open your mouth. What do you think you are?”

“Sacred materials and medicines are important cultivation resources, and they should belong to the real sects. Only in this way can we cultivate the most powerful warriors for the human race and protect the reproduction of the race. You are a small asking sword sect, located in the barbarians. , uncivilized, they are all a group of barbarians, such precious cultivation resources, in your hands, are completely a waste, just a waste of nature.”

Han Donglai, the Sect Master of the Purple Spirit Sect, said casually.

Qing Xuan, a handsome young man in purple robe, smiled and said, “That’s right, that’s right. If you know each other, you should honestly hand over all the magical medicines. Ding Hao, when he was in the [Battle of Hundred Saints], was a strong man of the younger generation. So you can dominate one side, but today, the strong elders of our sect are here, if you resist again, you will be looking for death!”

Ding Hao’s eyes fell on Qing Xuan’s face, and he said thoughtfully: “I have a little impression of you, on the ancient road of Journey to the West, you were hunted by the demon clan, and I even saved your life. ”

“Hmph, those little favors, can they buy me? You are so naive!” Qing Xuan sneered.

Ding Hao nodded and said, “It is indeed a small favor, but since you don’t need this favor, it is better to return it to me first.”

The voice did not fall.

Jin Mang flashed.

Everyone’s eyes flashed, and in their line of sight, they only felt that Ding Hao’s figure flickered in front of him, and after blurring, it suddenly became clear again.

But when he looked closely, he found that in his hand, he was already carrying a purple figure like a dead dog.

It was the young man Qing Xuan who was still standing among the people of the Purple Spirit Sect in an instant.

“You… let me go, what are you doing?” After Qing Xuan stayed for a while, he struggled in shock and anger.

He himself had no idea what was going on.

Just now, he suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, and then he was caught by Ding Hao from the crowd with a flash in front of him.

At this time, Ding Hao’s fair and slender fingers were holding his delay, as if the death scythe was hooked on it. The tyrannical profound energy of the Seven Apertures Martial King Realm in his body was completely suppressed, and he didn’t even have the strength to struggle.

“Presumptuous, Ding Hao, what are you doing? Why don’t you let go of Xuan’er!” Han Donglai and others were also shocked.

No one could see how Ding Hao did it.

“Since you feel that saving your life is a small favor, then give your life back to me. In this way, it will be written off between you and me!” Ding Hao looked at Qingxuan with calm and indifferent eyes. .

Like this kind of unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, who will take revenge and kill 10,000 times without any guilt.

“No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong…” Qing Xuan’s mind was blank, struggling and pleading.

He had seen Ding Hao’s ruthless slaughter in the [Hundred Sacred Battlefield], and had seen countless horrific scenes of corpses and blood flowing under Ding Hao’s feet. , At this moment, he fell into Ding Hao’s hands. Thinking of that scene, he suddenly began to regret it. He really shouldn’t have come to provoke this killing god.

“Oh, wrong, but unfortunately this mistake cannot be changed.” Ding Hao turned his wrist without looking at him.

Click.

Qing Xuan’s head was broken.

All the vitality in the body, including the soul, was completely destroyed by the sky fire profound energy at this moment.

Ding Hao let go and threw away the corpse in his hand like throwing away a pile of garbage.

“You…” After Han Donglai stayed for a while, he suddenly became furious: “You are courting death, but you dare to kill the genius of my Purple Spirit Sect? Come on, to deal with this kind of demon who slaughtered his fellow-path, there is no need to pay attention to morality, let’s take action together and chop him up!”