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Chapter 579 With a blow from the wind and clouds, the divine sword is shattered!

At the moment when Yin Wuji's figure dissipated, a cyan soft light slowly fell from the sky. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who's coming? Zong Mian raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily in a low voice.

In the cyan soft light, a white silk scarf swayed slightly, and the white light shone brightly, directly on Zong Mian's face.

What a cultivator the sect crown was, the king of the late stage of the Chaos Eightfold did not dodge this blow, he was fiercely drawn, his body flew upside down, and he slammed into the wall of the temple, and even knocked the temple out of a big hole.

In the late stage of the Chaos Eightfold, it was crushed with one blow. What kind of cultivation is required for this? Chaos Eightfold Peak, or Chaos Ninefold? No one knows.

The cyan brilliance slowly dissipated, and Murong Wan'er, who was as beautiful and pure as a white lotus, stood quietly in the temple with a smile on her face.

"You...... Who are you?" Zong Mian and Meiyu were injured, but they were only hit hard. He got up, looked at Murong Wan'er's pretty face, wandered for a moment, and stepped forward to ask in a deep voice.

"Zongmian, don't you remember me?" The soft and melodious voice echoed in the temple, like a heavenly sound.

"You, you are Murong Wan'er, weren't you included in the sect master's gate wall and retreated for penance? How could you come out? No, you have only been cultivating for seven hundred years, how can you cultivate to this realm, are you now the king of the peak of the Chaos Eightfold?" Zong Mian finally recognized the person in front of him, and then his face changed greatly.

Murong Wan'er smiled slightly, and the entire temple was like a spring breeze, and a hundred flowers were vibrant: "Since you still recognize me, then, from now on, the Phantom Martial Hall will be controlled by me, and you will be my subordinate, the deputy hall master." ”

"This, how is this possible? Who gave you the power? Sect Master? I am the elder of the Tianwu Sect, the high-level elder, how can you treat me like this. Zong Mian frowned and shouted angrily.

"There's nothing to say, this is the Xuanling Realm, and everything is based on cultivation. If you are not convinced, you can also challenge me, as long as you can defeat me, you can regain the position of hall master. Murong Wan'er said lightly, without any emotion in her tone.

Zong Mian's momentum immediately stagnated, and he had nothing to say. As Murong Wan'er said, everything speaks with the power of cultivation, and only by controlling absolute power can you control everything. Obviously, whether it is cultivation or realm, he is not as good as this girl who has been practicing for seven hundred years. At this moment, he suddenly found that he had nothing to say but to lower his once proud head.

"It seems that you are still knowledgeable about current affairs, since this is the case, then manage the Phantom Martial Arts Hall well and become my subordinate. In the future, when I dominate the Tianwu Sect, you will be a great meritorious. Murong Wan'er's voice was light, but she had an irresistible majesty.

"Yes...... It was "what a cultivator the sect is so cultivated, but under this majesty, he actually felt a little frightened and even desperate in an instant. Standing in front of him, it seems that he is not a delicate girl, but a killing god, as long as he says half a word, it is very likely that he will turn into nothingness in the next second.

Murong Wan'er didn't look at him again, her innocent eyes were as clear as stars, her eyes were through the heavy walls, through the void, and she reached thousands of miles away.

"Xiao Yichen, I want to see how strong your strength is, whether it is as legendary. ”

The temple and the square of the Nuoda were full of people kneeling in the dark, and there were tens of thousands of people. These days, the protégés of the martial arts sect all follow Xiao Yichen's will and come to pay homage and surrender.

In front of the temple, Xiao Yichen stood like a king with his hands in his hands, his eyes were faint, looking in all directions, like a king who controlled the great fortune of heaven and earth, inspecting his army.

"Very good, the protégé who came to worship today will become the backbone of my Tianwu Sect in the future, and follow this seat to dominate the Xuanling Realm. ”

Xiao Yichen's voice was soft, but it rumbled like a flood bell.

"Willing to follow the young master and dominate the Xuanling Realm"

"The young master is mighty, invincible"

In an instant, the uniform sound sounded one after another, shaking the void within a radius of thousands of miles, trembling slightly, and the fairy birds and demon beasts flew up inexhaustibly, fleeing in panic.

"Fart, a little fart kid, dare to be so arrogant and arrogant, I think you are tired of life. ”

As the crowd was singing their praises, an unpleasant voice came from the air like a sharp needle, piercing all defenses and appearing above the temple of the Templar, echoing for a long time.

"Who dares to make a noise again"

"Say, I think you're tired of being alive, and you dare to talk like that"

"Brothers, Plant a Divine Array and Kill Him"

In an instant, countless disciples were furious and shouted loudly.

"A group of boys who don't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth dare to talk to me like this" The gloomy voice came again, followed by a yin wind, which swept in an instant, turning into countless Yin soldiers in the air, sweeping towards more than a thousand protégés.

"Ah, it's Yin Wuji, he kills people like hemp, known as the messenger of the god of the underworld, run"

Immediately, someone recognized Yin Wuji, and his voice was extremely frightened, for fear that one of them would be killed by carelessness.

Yin Wuji's name is not to mention that it is in Tianwumen, that is, it is famous in the Xuanling Realm. He is known as the messenger of the gods, and he kills like hemp, and he kills people without good or evil, it all depends on preference. Maybe he is worthy of your brother one moment, and the next moment he will fight you because of a certain sentence and kill you directly.

Yin Wuji's name made those protégés silent in an instant, and they didn't dare to speak anymore. The protégés who were swept by the yin wind were even more frightened, and they hardly dared to resist.

Suddenly, a dazzling light was like a great sun, illuminating the heavens and the earth, the light and shadow swept by, and all the yin wind was swept away. In the middle of heaven and earth, there was a faint sound of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, rumbling.

Fengyun Divine Sword, Ouyang Fengyun stabbed out with a sword, directly dispelling the yin wind, leaving no inch.

"Yin Wuji, the Templar Temple is not a place where you can go wild. If you don't die, come to pay homage to the young master, bow your head, and maybe have a chance to stay alive. Ouyang Fengyun Divine Sword entered the sheath and stood quietly, as if the Sword God had come to the world.

"Ouyang Fengyun, I didn't expect that your cultivation would also break through to the Chaos Eightfold. However, I'm afraid you still don't know how big the gap between you and me is" Yin Wuji's skeleton-like face didn't have any face, but he let out a rude laugh.

"I said you might be able to survive if you had a chance. Now, it's gone" Ouyang Fengyun said lightly, and then stepped out, his momentum rose instantly, and the sword intent gushed out from the top of his head, condensing into a divine sword like substance, pointing at Yin Wuji.

"Arrogant, rampant. I didn't expect Xiao Yichen's dog to dare to be so arrogant. Okay, today I'll let Xiao Yichen know how miserable it is to be blamed on me. You provoke people who shouldn't be provoked, and you are also people you can't afford to mess with. ”

Yin Wuji laughed unscrupulously, the laughter was ugly, and it penetrated into his ears, and his heart was almost broken.

"Fengyun, don't spend too much time. Xiao Yichen stood quietly in front of the gate of the temple, stood with his hands in his hands, and said slowly.

"Yes" Ouyang Fengyun turned around slightly, bowed and saluted, his voice indescribable awe.

Immediately, he turned around sharply, the white light in his eyes flashed, and the sword intent above his head that was like a substance fell abruptly and landed in his palm. In an instant, the Fengyun Divine Sword and the sword intent merged into one.

"The wind is surging, and the sun is broken"

The white light flickered, and the wind surged

Excalibur stabbed out, as fast as lightning. Unstoppable, unstoppable. The power of this sword was faintly able to tear through the void, and even completely cut a hole in the space.

His cultivation has simply been promoted to the Chaos Eightfold, but from the perspective of common sense, theoretically there is still a big gap between him and Yin Wuji. But the power of this sword, compared to Yin Wuji, is not inferior at all.

Yin Wuji obviously didn't expect Ouyang Fengyun to have such a cultivation, and the power of this sword far exceeded his expectations. However, he turned out to be the king of the middle stage of the Chaos Eightfold Period, and he also killed countless people and had extremely rich combat experience.

In an instant, he reacted. A pitch-black disc flashed in his hand, and he immediately threw it in front of him. The black disc swelled rapidly, turning into a black shield engraved with ancient patterns and runes, and a netherworld aura burst out in an instant, intersecting in the air, condensing into a ghost god, holding a shield, facing this sword.

Excalibur came in an instant, striking the black shield with a crisp sound.

The black shield couldn't parry the power of this sword at all, and it was directly shattered. The Excalibur swept past and stabbed into the body of the ghost.

The ghosts and gods dissipated, but the power of the divine sword did not weaken in the slightest, but faintly emitted the sound of divine thunder.

Yin Wuji didn't expect that the power of this sword would be so strong to such a realm, he didn't expect that the Ghost God Shield would be so vulnerable and instantly penetrated. In an instant, he was shocked and his heart was agitated. Never before had he felt the imminence of death as he did now. Never before has there been such a thing as despair and fear.

"The gods and ghosts are shattered, and all the ghosts are condensed"

He roared angrily, and his entire body turned into nothingness in an instant, turning into countless black and faint lights and shadows, with hundreds of thousands of points of light floating in the air. Immediately, each black and faint point of light turned into a ghost god, and then two by two, condensed into a ghost god hundreds of feet high, holding the Netherworld Blade, slashing towards the Fengyun Divine Sword.

The two attacks that nearly shattered the void collided violently, and a frenzied wave of qi rushed out, turning into a fatal attack that stabbed everyone in the Templar Square.

If these countless waves of qi hit those protégés below the seventh level of chaos, I am afraid that without any parry, they will die and turn into nothingness. Even the Sevenfold King of Chaos would definitely not be able to parry this shock wave easily.

In an instant, the entire Templar Square was plunged into an indescribable state of death...

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