The Sword Dynasty - 495. Chapter 494

Chen Xingchui’s shock and confusion only lasted for a short while, and then he just shook his head and said, “It’s boring.”

Life is boring and self-reliant. Zhang Yi’s sword intent goes to the top of the Chengtian Temple rather than to him, naturally trying to arouse a stronger backlash of the talismanic meaning in the Chengtian Temple.

However, the Taoist Talisman of Chengtian Temple came from the hand of the master who founded the Xianfuzong, and his cultivation level is much higher than he does not know. With Zhang Yi’s cultivation base, how can it be shaken?

With a click.

The sword light that provoked like a sheep’s horn stabbed on the top of the temple, but the cracking sound came from Zhang Yi’s wrist.

A majestic and terrifying recoil rushed to his wrist holding the sword against the intent of the sword, causing a clear bone cracking sound in his wrist.

The violent pain rushed into his mind.

He endured the severe pain, did not let go, his left hand also fell on the hilt, and the remaining power in his body was continuously and smoothly penetrated into the hilt in his hand.

Aries picks the horns, the most stalemate.

What he is fighting for is the stalemate at this moment.

Just like this, Le Yi borrowed the power of the Taoist Talisman, and he also had the power that he could borrow, and that was the sword in his hand.

Chen Xingchui didn’t realize at this time that the little stone sword in his hand was Xue Wangxu’s natal sword.

Zhang Yi’s left hand rested on the hilt of the sword.

His left hand, even the bones of the entire arms of both hands, and the broken bones of his chest made a piercing crack again.

With a pop, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

But the sword intent did not retreat.

At the forefront of the sword intent, the tip of the horn of the horn is still firmly against the powerful rune intent.

He achieved this moment of stalemate.

The mighty sky-riding amulet was pressed against the small stone sword in his hand.

The unpretentious little stone sword suddenly shining brightly, as if it was burning.

Chen Xingcui’s breathing suddenly disappeared, and his previous contemptuous mood instantly vanished.

The blazing light made his eyes sore that he couldn’t open his eyes.

The true essence gushing out of his fingertips had originally condensed into a talismanic meaning, but with his low and screaming sound, this talismanic bang also disappeared on his fingertips, and was followed by terror. The true essence gushes into countless streams of flames.

A red lotus bloomed in front of him.

Snorted.

The fish bowel sword suspended in front of Zhang Yi first flew out backwards, and slammed against the wall on one side.

Immediately after Le Yi let out a painful sigh, the countless invisible runes that he held with both hands were like willow branches dancing in the wind, but instead slapped him.

His body was constantly distorted by these forces, and dozens of bone-bearing wounds were instantly cut, and blood spattered from him like a red cloth.

The only thing unaffected is Murong’s little meaning behind Chen Xingcui.

However, her body trembled violently, and her perception was as if there were countless giant blades interlacing and stabbing.

Her body didn’t suffer any damage, but this kind of aura seemed to be able to directly damage her perception, causing her to have a splitting headache.

But her consciousness was clearer than ever.

This is the meaning of pure lotus.

Like the True Mountain Talisman, the Xian Fuzong does not know where it is hidden, but in the legend it can purify all the terror meanings.

Chen Xingchui actually understood such a symbolic meaning!

Zhang Yi’s head also ached violently, and his eyes were white, with only a little red meaning that seemed to turn into a sea of blood, swallowing everything in him.

However, feeling the temperature and strength of the little stone sword in his hand, he gritted his teeth and did not take a step back.

The little stone sword in his hand really burned.

There was a loud bang.

It was like a sun rising in front of him, and the dazzling and pure light filled every corner of the temple, and even made everyone’s figure appear a little transparent.

Chen Xingchui also let out a muffled snort.

His blood seemed to be burning.

But what shocked him most was the dazzling and pure light with many blue light symbols floating in it.

These light symbols are projections of lines.

The lines come from everywhere in this temple.

The dazzling and pure light is a powerful sword intent that is pervasive. This sword intent sharply penetrates into the depth of every nick in the Chengtian Temple, completely driving out the talisman in the Chengtian Temple.

Zhang Yi’s feet also made a sound of cracking bones.

With a bang, Le Yi fell to the ground. His body was crushed by the terrifying pressure of falling from above, unable to breathe.

Murong Xiaoyi’s body was pressed to the door, and he was about to be rushed out of the door.

The red lotus in front of Chen Xingcui exudes destructive power, but all of this power cannot be radiated out, instead it is compressed to shrink inside.

The red at the center of this red lotus became more and more crystal clear, as if a gem was melting, and a crystal droplet was squeezed to explode.

…

The entire Chengtian Temple is shining.

Whether it is the tiles on the temple, the dust flying from the temple, or even the wormwood growing in the cracks of the roof, they are all glowing.

There was silence in Xianfuzong, but almost everyone was staring at this place closely.

Seeing such a vision, feeling the swelling and burning aura in the Chengtian Temple, there was more emotion in the depths of the calm eyes of Sect Master Xianfu Sect.

Of course he knows Chen Xingchui’s power better than anyone. Even if there is a glimmer of hope in his heart, it is only a glimmer of hope.

The three young people in the temple faced a strong man like Chen Xingchui, and their performance up to this time had completely exceeded the limit of his imagination.

“interesting!”

Chen Xingchui, who was in the Chengtian Hall, felt that Zhang Yi was overwhelmed and spit out the word boring at first, but Su Qin, who was standing outside the Chengtian Hall, slowly raised his head and said these two words.

At this time, when the bulging power in the temple was about to rush open the door of the temple and rush to him, his eyes were always full of self-deprecating or sarcasm, and an expression of jealousy and fierceness that could not be described in words was instantly filled.

His handicapped hand stretched out.

Hundreds of talismans fluttered like ordinary pieces of paper, like falling flowers, and in the next moment they followed various weird routes and landed on the Chengtian Temple in front of them.

Boom!

The heavens and the earth shook again.

Chengtian Temple was struck fiercely by a sledgehammer from the outside.

Surrounding the Chengtian Temple, a huge gas circle visible to the naked eye exploded. The trees within a radius of several tens of meters were all cut off, and all the remaining branches and leaves were thrown out.

Su Qin’s mouth spurted blood, and his body fluttered back uncontrollably like a piece of dead wood.

…

In Chengtian Hall, Zhang Yi groaned, unable to support anymore, and knelt on her knees.

However, his hands still supported the sword very firmly, still maintaining the posture of the sword.

Chen Xingcui’s face changed drastically.

In his sharply contracted pupils, the speed of the cyan light charms falling from the top of the palace suddenly accelerated, like a sharp snowfall.

The red lotus in front of him disappeared in his perception.

Disappearing means severing contact with him and being out of control.

In the next instant, the red lotus shattered, and the heaven and earth vitality in the center of the red lotus, which had been compressed to the extreme, could not be released like an explosion, turning into hundreds of crystal clear rays.

The glittering rays bloomed outward.

Everyone’s bodies were made into slow motion by the majestic and terrifying yuan pressure.

Murong Xiaoyi stared at the rays passing through Zhang Yi and Le Yi, including Chen Xingcui’s body in front of her. After seeing these crystal rays passing through their bodies, warm blood dripped out, everything was Slow to the extreme, but she has no time to dodge, so she can only lift her body up as much as possible to prevent these crystal rays from piercing her head and other vital parts.

The bright red blood drops floating in the air like stillness.

Zhang Yi, Chen Xingchui, Murong Xiaoyi, and even Le Yi, who was lying on the ground, were pierced in many places at the same time.

In the next instant, as these crystal-clear rays pierced the surrounding temple walls, the completely condensed heaven and earth vitality exploded violently.

All the drops of blood turned into powder with a dull sound.

Like Zhang Yi and the others, Chen Xingcui was kneaded by the violent vitality like a piece of cloth being smashed at random in a dyeing workshop.

His eyes were filled with unbelievable expressions.

Su Qin’s body outside the Chengtian Hall was hung on a broken tree, and his body was pierced by several broken pieces of wood.

All of them were seriously injured and dying.

…

A middle-aged Xian Fuzong man wearing a black robe with mysterious silver lines on his sleeves and neckline shook his head with emotion.

He lamented the result of this battle.

He also sighed with Zheng Xiu’s meticulousness and will always ambush the last chess piece in any seemingly confident battle.

And he is this spare, the last pawn that can end everything.

With emotion, he walked out of a pavilion, ready to walk towards Chengtian Temple.

However, at this moment, he saw a tall and thin man walking up the stone steps ahead.

This man wore ordinary Xianfuzong handyman clothes, but at this time he was equipped with a saber with an extremely long hilt.