Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 611

[Chapter 611 The Heroic Spirit Rests In Peace]

A ray of black divine soul escaped like a streamer, screaming and flying away.

But at the same time, a white streamer of light shot from the Wenjianzong Mountain Gate at a faster speed, swallowing the black soul, and the white light immediately turned into a slightly obese white cat with wings, licking happily. Mouth, the last trace of black divine soul flame was swallowed into its stomach!

“Good job.” Ding Hao appreciated.

Xie Yue turned her butt to Ding Hao and said, “Meow, don’t talk to meow, meow and you are stinky!”

opposite.

The powerhouses of the major sects are a little confused.

Everything happened in a flash, and when they realized that one of the four ghost emperors had fallen, it was too late to help them.

“Boy, do you dare to kill the people of my Ghost King Sect? You are dead…” After the remaining three ‘Ghost King Sect’ Martial Emperors stayed, they all became furious and turned into three thick and gloomy black mists, frantically. Strangling towards Ding Hao.

The previous ghost king Zongwu Huang died because he underestimated the enemy.

These three people still haven’t paid attention to Ding Hao.

“Then you all go to death!” In Ding Hao’s eyes, murderous intent moved.

Holding the rusty sword in his hand, he did not hesitate to activate the supreme power in the sword.

Instantly, the rusty sword burst into a god-like silver brilliance, dazzling and dazzling, as if a new sun appeared between the heavens and the earth. Blades whirled.

call out!

A sword cut out.

Invisible power swept across the heavens and the earth.

The three terrifying black mists were instantly divided into two parts, and suddenly stopped from the high-speed circulation state, and re-turned into a human form, standing in the void, the white ghost face on the face shattered, revealing three faces without color because A frightened and ferocious face.

Bang bang bang!

Three explosions.

The three ‘Ghost King Sect’ Emperor Wu exploded in the middle, shattered into powder, and fell.

“Meow!” Xie Yue turned into a streamer and circled, mercilessly swallowing the spirits of the three ghost emperors.

“Isn’t it stinky? If you have the ability, don’t eat the soul I made!” Ding Hao teased Xieyue.

Under the tip of his tongue, a top-grade ‘Hui Xuan Dan’ melted, and the energy of the Dan turned into a stream of heat and poured into his limbs.

“I won’t talk to you.” Xie Yue fiddled with her fluffy tail, but her eyes had already fallen on dozens of masters from the ‘Hongshao Tower’ and ‘Silver Armor Sect’ in the distance.

In the eyes of Xie Yue, these people are not some high-level foreign masters, but a group of delicious souls.

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The powerhouses of ‘Yinjiazong’ and ‘Hongshao Tower’ are like petrochemicals.

They were already terrified by the extreme shock.

A cold air spread uncontrollably from behind.

God, how is this possible?

The four ghost emperors are all strong in the Martial Emperor realm. If they really fight, they will ask themselves that their respective men and horses can only barely compete with the four ghost emperors. It was swept away like rubbish, and there was no room to fight back.

Destroying and unstoppable.

A sword!

Just a sword!

The breath of the sword just now… is clearly the power of the supreme level!

And this fat cat, whose speed is so fast that their sight and consciousness can’t catch it, looks at himself and others, as if he is looking at a lamb to be slaughtered and a delicious meal.

Who is this boy?

Fairies or monsters?

“Ding… Ding Ding Ding… Ding Hao.” A young master of the Silver Armor Sect was so frightened that his teeth were fighting, and tremblingly said: “He… he he he is… Ding Hao!”

Ding Hao?

At this moment, the big masters and powerhouses exploded in their heads.

The strong woman who took the lead in ‘Hongshaolou’ glanced at the young female disciple beside her, and when she saw her sluggish expression, she immediately understood that it was right, this slaughtering youth in green clothes was really the one who was beaten by them before. Ding Hao, who is regarded as a fat sheep.

All of a sudden, whether it is Yinjiazong or Hongshao Tower, everyone has the embarrassment of riding a tiger and being in a dilemma.

When Ding Hao looked over, they had a terrifying feeling of being hooked on the neck by the scythe of the god of death.

Ding Hao could kill the three major ghost kings, Zongwuhuang, with one sword. Killing them was effortless, just like killing a chicken. At most, it was only two swords. Everything was reversed. Now they are fish and Ding Hao is a sword.

The strong woman, one of the four flower gods of ‘Hongshaolou’, tried her best to squeeze a smile to ease the atmosphere, but found that her facial muscles were stiff and she couldn’t even smile.

“Are you looking for me?” Ding Hao held the rusty sword and looked at the two strong men.

“this……”

“Ah, this… maybe a misunderstanding…”

The men and horses of the two major sects who were aggressive and did not take Wen Jianzong in their eyes before, did not dare to let go of their farts at this time.

“This time, I won’t kill you, go back and tell other people from the major sects, don’t mess with me, my patience is very limited, next time someone dares to appear in front of the mountain gate to make trouble, under the sword, not a single one!” Ding Hao stared at them and said word by word, “Listen–clear–white–are you-?”

“Understood!” Whether it was Yinjiazong or Hongshaolou powerhouse, they all nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

They were heartbroken in the face of death.

“Okay, then get out!” Ding Hao waved his hand impatiently.

The two groups of people let out a sigh of relief and turned around to leave.

“Wait.” Ding Hao suddenly remembered something and shouted.

The two groups of people were stunned in the air and turned around slowly, for fear that the little killer would suddenly change his mind. In such a terrified atmosphere, some people felt that their calves were twisted.

“Selangor is already chaotic enough, and there is no need for outsiders to intervene. You tell me those sects from other states who come to Selangor to die, within ten days, obediently get out of Selangor, if not, I will one One to greet them, when the time comes, don’t blame Ding Hao for being ruthless under the sword.” Ding Hao’s words were violent and murderous: “Go away!”

The powerhouses of the two major sects breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and fled immediately.

The Silver Armor Sect urged the ‘Thousand Silver Aegis’ to turn into a silver light, and the red ribbon at the foot of the Hongshao Tower was a treasure ‘a piece of red dust’. They, in the blink of an eye, disappeared into the distance!

Ding Hao watched the two sects disappear, and exhaled slowly.

So far, the foreign sects who came to ask Jianzong are not really super sects, and the strong ones who can do it are only one or two martial emperors, not their opponents, and what he is Motivating the supreme forbidden power in the rust sword is to leave the breath of supreme power outside the Wenjian Mountains, which has a deterrent effect.

Now that Selangor is already very chaotic, Ding Hao really doesn’t want these sects from other states to intervene again and set off muddy waters.

In the blink of an eye, four days have passed.

On this day, the morning sun is like gold, there are no clouds in thousands of miles, and the wind is gentle and sunny.

The mountain protection formation around Wen Jianzong disappeared, revealing the true face of the mountain gate.

From the moment the sun rose, in the cemetery of the sect disciples of Wen Jianzong, a pale yellow stone stele was erected as high as ten feet. The body is smooth, with the names of more than a thousand people engraved on it densely. They are all disciples and swordsmen who died in the sect’s catastrophe in order to protect the Sword Sect.

This stone tablet looks simple, but it exudes a divine brilliance.

It has a strange power that pervades it, enveloping the entire cemetery of the Martyrs.

Only those who have experienced the city of pseudo-gods will recognize that this stele is carved from the extremely hard rock in the city of pseudo-gods. Even after thousands of years of wind and rain, it will never decay. , can exist forever, and the text engraved on it will never fade away.

Song Tao bursts.

This cemetery, where I do not know how many heroes of the Swordsman Sect of the past dynasties were buried, has now added more than 1,000 new tombs.

Countless disciples of the Sword Sect gathered here to see their former teachers and friends on their last journey.

The black heads, the pure snow-like filial attire, and everyone’s plain clothes, all had a look of grief on their faces.

The atmosphere is heavy.

Behind the stone tablet are the tombs of Li Jianyi and Roland’s clothes, as well as the tombs of Abandoned Blue Shirt and Tang Fo’s Tears.

Tang Folei’s entry into Wen Jianzong’s heroic circle caused a lot of controversy. In the end, it was Ding Hao and Li Lan who came forward to restore the cruel truth and told Tang Folei’s achievements for Wen Jianzong. Many disciples, many disciples of the Sword Sect, only then did they understand the painstaking efforts and ingenuity of the former three giants.

In the end, Ding Hao did not obey Tang Folei’s will and disclosed the hidden truth.

To pay homage to the deceased can inspire those who have died.

At this moment, Wen Jianzong raised his sect to mourn, and everyone dressed as usual to cherish the memory of those heroes who died in battle.

The bells are ringing for a long time, endlessly, expressing condolences and comforting the deceased.

The sage Jin Chanzi of Daleiyin Temple also appeared in Wenjian Sect, and sang the mantra of Tathagata’s rebirth in person.

The heads of the sects such as Zhanricheng, Tianyingu, Wunian Sect, etc. also appeared on the mountain gate of Wen Jianzong to show respect for Li Jianyi, Qi Qingshan and others – of course, because of These major sects, they knew the real combat power of Swordsman Sect, and stood in the camp of Swordsman Sect without hesitation.

The disciples selected by these sects to enter the ‘Battle of the Hundred Saints’, such as Dao Qingcheng, Miaoyin, Lei Tingchan, etc., have no news yet, and do not know whether they are alive or dead.

At this time, a bell sounded suddenly from the foot of the mountain.

Under the mountain gate of Wen Jianzong, there appeared five or six figures, topless, with thorns on their bodies, kneeling every ten steps, and slowly approaching the mountain gate of Wen Jianzong, they did not dare to protect their bodies with Xuan Gong, Halfway through, my knees were rubbed and bloody, and my forehead was red, swollen and bleeding!