"High Saint!"

As soon as Wei Wuya's momentum rose, the two of them immediately understood that the person in front of them was just trying to capture him. With their current realm, even if they use secret arts, they are definitely not opponents, and avoiding their edges is the only choice.

But since Wei Wuya had exposed his strength, how could he let them run away, and with a swipe of his right hand towards the void, four Soul Ancient Swords immediately flew out from behind him again, turning into four terrifying sword qi that destroyed the world and descended from the sky, like a huge sword qi cage, suppressing the four corners of the entire White Jade Square and cutting off the retreat of the two Li brothers.

In the face of such a powerful sword qi array, the saint did not dare to approach easily with his physical body, even if he teleported, he would be affected by the coercion in it, and he could not use it, Wei Wuya was equivalent to imprisoning the two of them in this square, unable to move an inch.

"Bang!"

The big hand of the law minister thundered down like Mount Tai pressing down, and the Li sage brothers hurriedly raised their hands to block, and their bodies suddenly shook violently, their throats were sweet, and they all spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Wei Wuya's blow worked, without mercy, he took a big step forward again, approaching the two of them, and the law minister raised his arms and fists together, and he vowed not to give up if he didn't smash the two into meat patties.

Li Tie's eyes showed a look of horror, and he looked at Li Mu and roared: "You can't retreat anymore, otherwise you and I will definitely die today!"

Li Mumian sank like water, and said with difficulty: "So far, there is only one fight to the death!"

Wei Wuya laughed: "The two ants who are dying are still here to be ashamed, what qualifications do you have to fight to the death with the old man?"

"Bang...... "Bang" two loud bangs.

The two of them were smashed by Wei Wuya's fists, and their feet sank into the ground of the square for dozens of inches, bleeding from their seven orifices.

Li Tie ignored his serious injuries and laughed wildly: "The old man of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, do you really think that it is easy to kill my two brothers? Even if you die, Lao Tzu will take you on your back!"

Wei Wuya's face was expressionless, and he snorted coldly in his mouth: "Death!"

The four earth-shattering sword qi that had originally suppressed in all directions of the square suddenly slashed through the void and swept and roared, targeting the two Freedom Sect Saint Ancestors at the end of the strong crossbow.

Li Tie's face was hideous, his cloak was scattered and he stood in place, and Li Mu glanced at each other, and the two of them raised their hands at the same time and scratched their nails on their wrists, and two strands of essence blood gushed out, but they did not fall to the ground, but blended with each other, condensing into a blood-colored long sword that was surging to the sky.

More than 400 years ago, the ancient ruins that the two of them explored together, in addition to obtaining the mysterious nameless exercise, also had a rusty blood-colored long sword.

The monstrous murderous aura contained in the sword, even if it was their cultivation at that time, they were almost unable to suppress it.

Fortunately, it has been stated on the nameless exercise that this remnant sword was originally a sharp weapon of ancient killing, only because it was destroyed by a strong enemy in a certain battle, if you want to restore its original appearance, you need the monk to nourish it with its own essence and blood from time to time, and it can only succeed after thousands of years.

At that time, as soon as the blood sword comes out, the power is unimaginable, and it is not a problem to kill a god-level monk.

The two of them were immediately ecstatic, this is a genuine artifact, even if it has been damaged, but it only needs to be nourished with essence blood for a thousand years to restore its peak, it is a great opportunity!

For hundreds of years, while they had been practicing the nameless exercises in retreat, they had been carefully keeping this blood-colored long sword in the knots of their bodies in turn, using their own essence and blood to raise the sword soul, waiting for the artifact to reappear in the sky.

If it weren't for being forced into a desperate situation with no way out by Wei Wuya today, the two of them would not have easily exposed the existence of this sword in advance.

At this moment, Li Tie and Li Mu's hatred for Wei Wuya and the Heavenly Dao Alliance can simply be described as incompatible.

On the nameless exercise jade slip, the last words left behind about the blood-colored remnant sword are: In less than a thousand years, this sword must not be sacrificed, otherwise the previous efforts will be wasted!

Now that more than 400 years have passed, the two of them were first forced to interrupt their retreat, and now they are desperate, so they can only sacrifice the remnant sword to fight against the strong enemy, which is equivalent to destroying an artifact with their own hands, and it is not a simple heartache that can be described at all.

"Old man, today you ruined the cultivation avenue of my two brothers, and the old man swears to be incompatible with your Heavenly Dao alliance!"

Wei Wuya said in his heart that it was great, and the Ninth Master would be very happy to hear it.

After Li Tie finished speaking, as soon as he grasped the blood-colored long sword, a distant aura of desolation on the sword body immediately dispersed, as if a god had penetrated hundreds of millions of years and stood in front of everyone.

Wei Wuya's face suddenly changed, and his face was full of solemnity.

On the Void Flying Boat, Zhang Tianjiu and Lu Zhishen, who were hidden in the clouds, were both shocked!

Zhang Tianjiu's eyes burst into flames, staring at the bright red long sword, he gasped deeply, and muttered incredulously: "How could it be...... How could this sword appear in the hands of these two people, it shouldn't be ......"

In my mind, a tragic scene appeared.

On the battlefield with flames, countless warplanes and warships were fighting with the phantom shadows of monks, and the violent blasting sound and blood in the sky were intertwined, like the end of the world.

A blood-colored long sword, dragging tens of thousands of zhang long terrifying sword intent, swept through space.

Everywhere the sword qi went, countless fleets and mechs were cut off like pieces of paper, and the wreckage was scattered all over the sky.

Even a huge planet exploded and ceased to exist under this devastating sword.

Lu Zhishen stammered: "Nine, Ninth Master, what shouldn't it be, why is the breath of this sword so terrifying, what is the origin?"

Zhang Tianjiu frowned, was silent for a long time, and sighed: "It's not good, even I'm confused, let's take a look first." ”

There was nothing wrong with the aura on the sword, but that murderous aura was many times weaker than three hundred years later, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would almost suspect that it was some kind of imitation fake.

Moreover, in his memory, the person holding this terrifying blood-colored sword was an ancestral god-level monk, and it was definitely not the two saint ancestors of the Freedom Sect.

More than a hundred years later, after the Battle of Scarlet Twilight, the Xiuzhen army led by the Heavenly Dao Alliance captured the hundred planets of the Milky Way, but after that, the two Saint King powerhouses who led the team, that is, the two Li brothers today, disappeared and did not appear on the battlefield.

With the situation at that time, Zhang Tianjiu naturally didn't think too deeply, he just thought that these two people had returned to their old nest to retreat and cultivate, anyway, there were countless powerhouses in the cultivation world, and the battle situation developed later, and the Saint King was no longer a top combat power.

On the battlefield, with Zhang Tianjiu's combat power level, he encountered countless Saint Kings, and many of the people who died under his hands didn't even know their names, and the reason why these two brothers impressed him was only because they were the initiators of the first real war of technological civilization.

At the moment when the two of them sacrificed the bloody sword.

I don't know how far away from Canglong Star, a star field shrouded in red mist.

In the center of the star field, there was a huge blood-colored cultivation star, which was surging to the sky, exuding an incomparably powerful mana fluctuation.

On that cultivation star, at this time, the spiritual power was boiling and rolling, and the figure of a man with a withered face who couldn't see his face clearly sat in the middle of a stone platform with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the red-haired man's body shook, and his closed eyes opened suddenly!

"Click!"

The surrounding void suddenly erupted in a wail, as if it was unable to withstand the pressure of this terror.

The man's voice was hoarse and low, but it revealed a monstrous hatred: "Who? Who is it, who dares to touch my chess pieces!"

The man reached forward and grabbed it, and a wisp of red spiritual power was held in his hand, and with a flash of his eyes, the wisp of spiritual power suddenly turned into a cloud of green smoke, floating in the void, and soon transformed into the outline of a human face, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of thick fog on the surface, and the facial features were not clear at all.

The man with a withered face like a skeleton snorted coldly: "Cover the heavens, thinking that you can hide from the old man in this way?"

After speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and a strange yin wind swept out of his sleeves, dispelling the layer of fog shrouded in people's faces, revealing his true face!

At this moment, a grand and majestic Buddha horn came from the depths of the void.

"Amitabha ......"

The voice sounded peaceful in the middle, but when it fell on the man's ears, it was like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens, which shook his heart and bleed.

A huge golden Buddha palm fell from the sky.

Everywhere the palm wind went, the blood-colored mist that permeated the sky over the planet was swept away like fallen leaves encountering a cold autumn wind.

The man's face showed extreme horror, and he subconsciously wanted to teleport and escape, but found that his body was imprisoned in place, even if he moved half an inch, he couldn't do it, and what was even more terrifying was that even his Yuan Shen was bound in his body by an invisible coercion at this moment, and he couldn't escape alone.

"Seniors Rao ......"

Before the word could be spoken, the Buddha's palm had already been slowly pressed, and the entire huge cultivation star, like an extremely fragile egg, burst open and turned into a cloud of dust.

A monk with a golden light and kind eyes walked slowly into the void, clasped his hands together, and sighed slightly.

Another distant and ethereal voice sounded out of nowhere: "You made a rash move this time, although you solved the current trouble, but I am afraid that it will also alarm those people in advance and let them be on guard, it is not worth it, it is really not worth it." ”

The old monk sighed and said: "If you don't save it now, I'm afraid that it will be even more difficult to save it in the future, and the old man is also out of helplessness, but fortunately, I am only a small character, even if I make those people suspicious, it will not involve your plan." ”

The voice snorted faintly, as if with disdain: "You old monk, you just can't see it, if you lose this chess piece, even if you lose the chess game, at most it is just a new game, anyway, there is time, why care about the victory or defeat for a while." ”

The monk's lips moved slightly, and his voice was full of compassion......