The Sword Dynasty - 216. Chapter 215

At this time, among all the practitioners around Lushan, apart from Huang Zhenwei, only Ding Ning and Mo Shoucheng knew the secret of Emperor Yuanwu. Therefore, when they saw Huang Zhenwei condensing pills, they felt the countless huge and empty bodies in Emperor Yuanwu’s body. The gully was filled with a large amount of true essence in an instant, even Pan Ruoye, who was guarding the city, felt a shock that could not be described in words.

The strange red on Emperor Chu’s face quickly turned pale.

His lips are even more red, it seems that the redness on his face is condensed between his lips.

With a lightly painful cough.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The bright eyes of Emperor Qi and Emperor Yan also dimmed instantly.

Emperor Yuanwu regained strength, and his body continued to grow bigger in their perception, once again being as high as the sky.

There was a scream of fright and anger from the mountain, and found that Ye Xinhe, who was in charge of him, did not care about Song Chaosheng, who was flying between the two mountains in the sky, and resolutely took the sword.

Some people advance, some retreat, but advances and retreats are just for the best results.

There was a loud bang, and countless people’s eardrums were bleeding, and no sound was heard for a while.

An unimaginable lightning pillar fell in the sky. At least dozens of people would be able to encircle it. The mahogany sword ran upstream in this amazing lightning pillar, as if to follow the lightning to pierce a hole in the sky above to escape.

“Come as you want, leave as you want, is it so easy?”

Emperor Yuan Wu had a powerful and confident expression on his face. He looked at the sword light with some sympathy, shook his head, and said.

His tone seemed to be speaking to a child.

One of the former heroes of the Bashan sword field, in front of him at this time, looked like a panicked child.

His sword has been swung.

Song Chaosheng, who had traveled in the sky between the two mountains, also became extremely pale. He sensed that Emperor Yuan Wu’s sword was coming towards him, and a whisper and sharp scream came out of his mouth. In the void in front of him, Suddenly there were countless curved runes.

The true essence in his body rushed out freely and poured into these runes, trying to interweave the strongest wave he could display in his life to block the sword of Emperor Yuan Wu.

However, in this moment, his face became paler.

The bright yellow long sword slashed towards him volleyed, and the sword intent also came towards him, but the real sword aura rose from the ground without a trace and cut into the huge lightning pillar.

A piece of transparent chip-like sword light cut off the tree, cutting off the terrifying lightning giant pillar, and accurately beheaded the sword light that flew up.

Titicaca…

The huge lightning pillar made a continuous cracking sound like a substantial crystal.

This amazing lightning pillar was like a block of ice, instantly shattering and turning into thousands of electric snakes flying in the air.

The transparent chip-like sword light is still extremely condensed and bonded to that sword light. The picture at this moment gives the illusion that time has stopped flowing.

As the lightning disappeared from the sword light, a yellow-brown wooden sword appeared.

Then the wooden sword trembled in pain like feelings, and then began to disintegrate piece by piece.

boom! boom! boom! …

There was continuous thunder in the sky.

Every piece of sawdust contained an astonishing pressure, and I didn’t know how many miles the collapse flew out in the air, and then exploded violently.

The Peach God Sword is undoubtedly one of the best swords in the Bashan sword field.

Ye Xinhe is undoubtedly one of the strongest sword masters in the world at this time.

However, Emperor Yuan Wu only smashed the Peach God Sword with just one sword.

The Peach God Sword was shattered, and the top of the mountain that flew out of the Peach God Sword was also violently shaken, and countless plants and trees were cut by sharp tools, and they were all broken.

A man with long hair, wearing an ordinary cloth, with a fluttering shadow of the original himself, suddenly sprinkled a layer of blood mist on his skin.

Kill Emperor Han Chen, kill Yan Ying, and then slash the peach sword at this time, and all the practitioners present at the summit of Lushan can hardly describe the aura of Emperor Yuan Wu that he feels at this time.

But there was a crazy roar in the sky: “Yuan Wu! You really think you are invincible in the world!”

A huge figure exuding scarlet flames rushed out from the top of the hill full of the smell of the sea, and walked through the air.

With such a roar, a deep blue long knife suddenly appeared in the sky behind Song Chaosheng.

There was a huge mountain of vitality falling from the sky, hitting this long knife.

The sword energy overflowed, all turned into huge waves.

In the sky, a huge deep blue wave appeared.

Song Chaosheng didn’t look back, he sensed the appearance of this huge wave, and the color of hesitation that appeared in his eyebrows all turned into solemn and solemn.

The runes intertwined in front of him rose up, and in the next moment, he slapped with all his strength behind the deep blue waves that came first and came first!

Another extremely dull and terrifying crash sounded in the air.

Under the slap of Song Chaosheng’s wave, the huge deep blue wave ahead did not accelerate, but a strange stagnation. In the next instant, there was a crack, and the deep blue long knife inside was photographed. Break the waves!

The long knife that was photographed seemed to condense the strength of the two perfectly, and a straight light mark appeared on the front of the blade, and it did not look like a human aura at all.

At the same time, on the top of the mountain where the grass and trees were cut, Ye Xinhe, whose skin was covered with blood and mist, also let out a decisive scream again, and his whole body also rose into the sky, emitting a dazzling sword light. The smell of burning jade.

“Do you really think you are invincible in the world?”

Guo Dongjiang’s crazy roar is still echoing in the valley, and the overwhelming coercion before the light of the sword has made the true essence of many practitioners on the top of Lushan Mountain unable to flow smoothly.

Although a sword smashed the Peach God Sword, everyone can be sure that Emperor Yuan Wu was very worn out, and it would never be possible to slash the sword like that just now.

At this time, the three great masters who have come here have obviously put life and death out of control, and no matter how much stronger they can burst out after they put life and death out of control, at least from the perspective of Ye Xinhe’s retreat and the advancement at this time, These three great masters must have already felt that at the expense of the lives of the three, they are quite sure that they can kill Emperor Yuanwu.

However, Emperor Yuanwu didn’t have the slightest fear on his face.

He crossed the sword in front of him, squinted his eyes squarely at the blade of light, and said: “Wang Jingmeng is dead, Yan Xinlan is dead, don’t be separated…so I am naturally invincible in the world.”

These three names are all the strongest players in the Bashan sword field in the past, and they are all practitioners who have walked in front of him in practice.

The same three names are also completely wiped out by him, and he would never mention them on weekdays.

It’s just that Yan Ying said that he was afraid of the person’s name, so when he said it now, he was telling everyone his strength and his fearlessness.

The light of the sword is in the front, and the light of the sword that Ye Xinhe has transformed is behind.

One sword and one sword ignited the most dazzling light and killing intent in the world of cultivators for more than ten years, and attacked Yuan Wu.

At the same time, all the wild peach trees on almost all the mountains except Lushan were in full bloom, and the mountain was crimson.

In the sky full of killing intent, there was another quiet white flowing cloud.

The mountain flowers are in full bloom, naturally it is Li Qinghou, the real great master of the light prince in Daqi.

Dao Juan Liuyun is naturally the nameless Taoist who once went back to the mountain by himself.

At this time, the two of them completely revealed their cultivation and did not stop their momentum, and did not hinder the sword, in order to show their existence, to frighten and contain the people on the mountain who wanted to help the Yuan Wu Emperor.

These are all great masters far surpassing the rest of the seven realms in the world, and now these great masters are all going to die for Emperor Yuan Wu.

On the top of the hill where Ding Ning was, Mo Shoucheng also shot at this time.

The True Essence in the body of the Moss Guarding City rushed out of the body in an instant, but it was not violent at all, all turned into a thin but exceptionally lofty aura, like water vapor evaporating between the heaven and the earth.

At this moment, Ding Ning looked at Mo Shoucheng’s back, with an urge to take action.

He wants to change the results here.

Perhaps killing the Moshou City at this time may change the result here.

But there was Pan Ruoye beside Mo Shoucheng.

If his cultivation had reached the fifth stage at this time, Pan Ruoye, who had almost no true essence in his body at this time, would definitely not be able to prevent him from killing Mo Shou City.

But his cultivation at this time is not enough…Pan Ruoye can easily kill him.

The best time came, but his cultivation level was off by two levels…this was fate.

He looked at all the pictures in front of him coldly, unable to breathe, and too late to breathe.

Ye Xinhe’s sword light swept across the sky above Guo Dongjiang and Song Chaosheng, and a sudden change occurred at this time.

The sword light condensed, suddenly falling like a broken meteor light.

Everyone’s heart fell with one.

Guo Dong trembled in anger, screaming sternly, his palms were in the air, and he slapped Ye Xinhe’s body regardless of the sword light.

With a “click”, Jianguang cut across his body, causing his body to make a sound of withered branches.

It is impossible for his palms to touch Ye Xinhe’s body, but there were also palm prints on Ye Xinhe’s chest and one side of his face. With a sullen sip, Ye Xinhe’s body fell back like a meteorite.

Song Chaosheng also roared angrily.

This killing game itself was made by Ye Xinhe. It was Ye Xinhe’s secret layout to form such a killing game in the Bashan sword field. It was not Ye Xinhe’s invitation. He and Guo Dongjiang might not be here at all.

Without such a killing, how could Li Caitian, Emperor Han Chen, and Yan Ying die one after another?

At this time, Ye Xinhe, who launched such a killing, betrayed all of them. How could he not be angry?

In his extremely angry roar, Emperor Yuan Wu just sent out the sword in his hand extremely calmly, and greeted the sword light.

He only cares about this one and ignores the others.

The white flowing cloud in the sky is about to fall.

But at this moment, an invisible wall lay beneath the white flowing clouds.

Someone let out a faint sigh.

An endless sword aura also surged in another mountain at this time.

This sword aura is not strong at all, and it seems that it has no effect on the situation at this time, but this sword seems to be able to encircle all the hills around Lushan.

This kind of sword aura was emitted at this time, and someone at the top of Lushan finally guessed that the shallow sword marks that surrounded a mountain that day originally came from the prime minister of Changling who followed the Yuan Wu emperor but never showed up. .

All the peach blossoms around Lushan were dim and withered in one breath.

The world is empty.

Everyone can feel the departure of two breaths.

A soft bang sounded in front of Emperor Yuanwu.

Numerous chip-like cracks appeared in the air in front of him.

There are faint blood marks on his tiger’s mouth.

Then he closed the sword.

The dark blue long knife fell in front of him, and slanted into the ground in front of him.

“Chang Feng!”

“put!”

The harsh military orders sounded again.

Countless pillars of blue wind rushed into the sky, and then burned.

Song Chaosheng stopped the angry roar, looked at Emperor Yuan Wu from a distance, and sighed.

He no longer had the ability to block these talismans, and his figure disappeared into the burning sky fire.

Guo Dong will die.

Song Chao lived and died.

Except for Li Qinghou and the unknown Taoist who left, the great masters in the world are almost dead.