"The sea of swords is boundless!"

Chu Wuru was still in the rear of the Xianzong army, and he was blocking the way back to the mountain gate of the Xianzong army, and all the Xianzong disciples who wanted to return to the Xianzong mountain gate had to pass by his side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He turned into a sea with sword qi, covering a range of thousands of miles up and down, and countless dense sword qi turned into white light flying, and it was close to the color of the air, just a hazy piece, enveloping the heavens and the earth, turning into a boundless sea of sword qi. All the Xianzong disciples who entered the sea of sword qi told the movement that the sword qi was strangled into smashes, and it was invisible to the naked eye, and it was a real death that turned into powder, and tens of thousands of the fastest Xianzong disciples all died in the sea of swords, and even their blood was cut back and forth thousands of times by the small sword qi and turned into nothingness!

The sword qi is too sharp, and there are too many of them, even the magic weapons and other things on the bodies of these disciples of the Manifest Sect are cut into pieces, and all of them have disappeared, which is extremely cruel and very crisp, so that people don't feel a little pain when they die, and they are killed almost instantly, and even their thoughts stay at the moment before entering the sword sea.

"Walk from the side, there is a trap ahead!"

The strong man of Xianzong who fled from the rear found the huge sword qi in the air, and immediately roared, and took the other Xianzong disciples to escape from the range of the sword sea and flee to the temple of Xianzong.

There were also some smarter people who ran to other places and did not flee towards the mountain gate of the Emperor Sutra.

Now that the situation is too obvious, Hyeonjong's direct defeat on the frontal battlefield is not only a defeat in the war, but also an irreparable blow to morale. The Xuantian Sword Sect will definitely not end here, it will definitely besiege the Xianzong Mountain Gate, the end of the Xianzong is already difficult to predict, in case he returns to the Xianzong and is broken by someone, it will be a turtle caught in the urn at all, and there will be no escape.

There are many people in the Xianzong, naturally it is impossible for everyone to be loyal to the sect, and there are many people with different hearts, especially under this huge defeat, so that many disciples of the Xianzong with two hearts have chosen to save their lives, and they are playing the small abacus in their hearts, either surrendering, or taking advantage of the current chaos to flee directly.

The disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect chased and killed all the way to the west, killing people when they saw them, and in a moment they killed thousands of miles of blood.

Kong Xiaoxiao and a few of them have been besieging them on the way, and Chang Congjie and them are behind them to assist them in chasing and killing the disciples of Xianzong, so that the strong people above the Xianzong Tribulation Period cannot escape back to the temple at all, and Chu Wuru has been sitting in front of him, he will not chase and kill ordinary Xianzong disciples, but the strong people who have the Tribulation Period passed by him, all of them were killed, and in less than a moment, there were only a few dozen people left who killed more than 200 people on the other side.

There are also one hundred and eighty purple-robed elders in the Xuantian Sword Sect, one by one when they are excited, they are even more cheerful to fight more and less, and the remaining few powerful people of the Xuantian Sword Sect were also killed by the Great Xi Monk and Fang Zhe Baiduo, and the motor was blocked in front and killed the most, at least twenty people died under his hands.

Blood is like rain, corpses and bones are like a sea, more than 400,000 people were slaughtered in half a pillar of incense, so that the heaven and earth are filled with blood mist, thousands of miles of red land, the smell of blood in the nose makes many onlookers pale, it is difficult to look directly at the tragic situation in the battlefield!

"The sutra is finished—"

The Demon Dao Saint King also let out a long breath, releasing the unbelievable shock in his heart, and he still couldn't believe the scene in front of him to Xianzong!

At the last moment, Xianzong was still in control, at this time, Xianzong's 400,000 people were ruthlessly slaughtered, and there were still 200,000 people scattering birds and beasts, these 200,000 people were still the weakest group, even if they were all concentrated, more than a hundred purple-robed elders of the Xuantian Sword Sect could easily slaughter them.

The Demon Dao Saint King is the oldest person in the cultivation realm today, he has experienced the most powerful period of the Xianzong, and he has always witnessed the strength of the Xianzong, in the face of this powerful sect that he is not willing to fight, he really can't believe that such a sect will perish!

However, it is true.

"Xianzong is finished, the main force is all dead, the two ancestors are dead, all the elders are basically dead, even if Xianzong is given thousands of years, it will be difficult to recover to the strength it once had. Moreover, the Xuantian Sword Sect would give them time and opportunity to recover. ”

The Holy Son supplemented the words of the Holy King, and also looked at Chu Wurude in the sky from afar, a vigorous battle intent erupted, and Chu Wurude in the sky came with a feeling, as if turning into a golden light in his eyes, the Holy Son trembled, and a golden light also turned out in his eyes, and flew into the void.

Sneering -

There was always a hissing sound after the void, and soon it calmed down The invisible and powerful fluctuations, the Holy Son's face sank, and he said in a deep voice:

"What a domineering Chu is rude!"

"It's scary!"

The Saint King's face was extremely solemn, and it had not changed, he had already calculated it in his heart, and after some guesses in his heart, the two lying silkworm eyebrows were a little closer, and he said in his mouth, but his heart was very uneasy.

A few swords killed Master Luowu, although Master Luowu had been running away to give up the space behind him, and the Holy King himself was unable to kill Master Luowu in the situation at that time, Chu Wuru did it so easily, which made him feel very bad in his heart.

The Holy King glanced back at the Holy Son, thinking of the Holy Son's talent, and now the cultivation of the Holy Son, his heart was a little more stable.

"At least my son has a legacy—"

"The sutra has collapsed, as a Buddhist sect, should we go to help and rescue my Buddhist disciples?"

On the east side of the mountain, there is a round platform on the top of the mountain, and there are hundreds of people standing above, all of them monks in robes, which is one of the two super sects of Buddhism and Taoism, Zen Buddhism.

Seeing the tragic situation of Xianzong and the fact that all the disciples of Buddhism had died, Master Ying Er felt compassion and said to the master in front of him.

Master Single Bullet is the nephew of Master Shadow E, although he has a low rank, but after he took over the position of the sect master of Zen Buddhism, he has outstanding ability and prestige, and he has brought up the Zen sect with low morale. He not only allowed the strength of Zen Buddhism to begin to recover, but also restored the tradition of the pure place of Buddhism. Zen Buddhism rarely participates in the struggle of the cultivation world, but from time to time there are disciples who walk the world and spread kindness in all directions, truly achieving the true meaning of compassion in Buddhist teachings, which not only makes many secular people believe in the Buddha, but also makes the cultivation world greatly respect Zen Buddhism.

Zen Buddhism is not only very calm now, but its strength has also become unfathomable, so that other sects are also very jealous of them, and they will not provoke them, and they are even more tolerant of their disciples.

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