Sword...... Scabbard?

Don't say that Gu Xiuhe Linzi, who smashed on the platform, was shocked, and the top pillars of the contemporary cultivation world such as Qing Yanzi, Lao Tianshi, and Yuanpu Zhenren were also shocked by this scabbard.

The blow just now, although it took advantage of the sudden attack, was just the speed with which the scabbard flew, and the strength contained in it made an ancient cultivator in the middle of the middle stage of the rebirth realm almost fight head-on, but he was beaten so embarrassed!

Crane Linzi fell to the ground, and spat blood again, looking in the direction of the main entrance of the venue with an extremely annoyed face.

One after another, spiritual consciousness had already surged, and countless monks cast their eyes.

Qing Yanzi had already recognized the scabbard, and there was a slight commotion among the monks outside the field, and the crowd blocking the entrance seemed to be torn apart by some kind of force, and quickly made way for a passage.

A moment ago, a divine bird flew from the southwest, and when it rushed near the entrance of the venue, it threw out its scabbard, and itself broke the speed of its forward rush, and landed steadily on the slope in front of the venue.

At this time, an open space was vacated around the person, and there was silence inside and outside the field.

This sword cultivator carried a person on his back, the soulless sword held in his right hand pointed down obliquely, his face was gloomy like water, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and his body was like an unsheathed sword.

Its edge is pressing, and its power is breaking the sky!

At this moment, the aura he exuded all over his body was overwhelming the surroundings, and he actually fought against the fourteen ancient cultivators standing in the air in the venue!

The projection screens set up in various places inside and outside the venue, locking the picture at the main entrance of the venue, in the separated flow of people, the sudden breaking sword correction stepped forward step by step, staring at the dozen figures in the air.

On his back, the silver hair of the charming woman wrapped in a Taoist robe hung down, and her face was so haggard.

The investigation team commanded the hall, and I don't know who roared first: "Right and wrong! He injured Gu Xiu!"

A group of staff members who had been watching from the sidelines reacted one step ahead of the monks in the room, and the hall was immediately filled with the shouts of young men.

If it is said that Qing Yanzi forcibly went to war, he is a backbone that supports the spirit and body of the contemporary monastic world;

The sudden blow of the scabbard was an iron fist, and it smashed into the face of the fifteen ancient sin cultivators!

It was unlikely that such a shout would have been heard in the hall, as the pressure of the overhaul there had become more and more intense, and many of the young monks in the hall had some difficulty breathing, let alone shouting.

"Non-verbal ......"

Qing Yanzi stood in mid-air, staring at Wang Sheng, who had already stepped into the venue, his eyes showed a little relief, and a touch of guilt, and then sighed gloomily, his figure fell, and he stood in front of the old heavenly master, standing with his hands in his hands.

"Brother, big sister!"

Wang Xiaomiao shouted with a crying voice, but she was not far from the main entrance, and quickly ran over after shouting.

The ancient sword was protected by Wang Xiaomiao's side, which would not make her feel any coercion, nor would it give anyone a chance to sneak attack.

Wang Sheng's eyes full of cold and murderous aura melted for a moment, and the tip of the Spiritless Sword drooped, looking at Wang Xiaomiao who ran over, his heart was inexplicable.

Her hair that had been kept short for so long, and the grievances, sadness and tiredness in her eyes made Wang Sheng almost punch herself in the heart.

Finally, Wang Xiaomiao ran in front of him, threw herself into his arms and cried, and the pressure and anxiety of this time were finally released......

"It's okay, it's okay......"

Wang Sheng's voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his hand to caress Xiao Miao's emaciated back, and his heart was filled with hatred.

When he left, Dahua Kingdom was so peaceful that he had no external worries, so much so that he didn't even consider that Xilian and his sister would be the target of these ancient sins.

It's just a little bit, if it weren't for the fear of risking death to save him, if it wasn't for the Sword Sect's array spirit seniors to make a move......

"Brother, how is the eldest sister?" Wang Xiaomiao cried a few times, and immediately struggled to look aside.

"Healing," Wang Sheng replied calmly, slowly squatting down, carefully putting Xilian down, so that Xilian could sit on the ground.

Xiao Miao immediately ran over and hugged Sister Xilian, let Xilian snuggle in her arms, looking at Xilian's neck with a few scars at this time, tears rolled in her eyes.

Obviously, I could endure it before......

Wang Sheng observed the state of Xia Xilian, and the ancient sword flew from the side, landed in his hand, and motioned for him to hold the hilt.

"Senior, thank you very much," Wang Sheng said in a low voice, "I bother my seniors to protect my eldest sister and younger sister again, and then thank me for my enemies." ”

There was a light sigh from the ancient sword, and he didn't insist on anything, he flew in front of Xiao Miao, and was quietly suspended there, emitting cyan sword light.

The sword spirit is nameless and does not appear directly.

Wang Sheng stood up, and Wang Xiaomiao on the side finally remembered something important, and shouted: "Brother, I have evidence of these ancient crimes and cultivators, and Brother Yun Zhi has also been controlled by his ancestor, as long as they are exposed, ......"

"No," Wang Sheng said softly, Wang Xiaomiao's words suddenly stopped, and she looked at her brother with some concern.

Turning around, Wang Sheng carried the Spiritless Sword forward, squeezing out an ugly smile at his master and many Dao Masters, and then those two gazes were murderous again, directly ignoring the crane forest, and landed on the fourteen figures in the air!

"Whoever wounded Xilian came out and died. ”

The twelve ancient cultivators in the air all had extremely gloomy faces, among them, half of them were intimidated by Wang Sheng's might at this time, but half were shocked by the spiritless sword in Wang Sheng's hand.

This person has a sword, standing here at this time, and he is the highest sword cultivator among the ancient sin cultivators, and he is a little jealous at this moment.

The Soulless Sword hummed softly, exuding an icy killing intent.

Wang Sheng's gaze was locked on that sword cultivator, he was waiting, waiting for the strongest person of this ancient sin cultivator to stand up and fight with him, waiting for the soulless sword to cross the opponent's throat and annihilate the opponent's primordial god who had already survived the heavenly tribulation.

"Come out!"

There was another scolding, and the whole audience was silent......

"You junior!"

Suddenly, there was an angry reprimand, but on the rostrum, the crane linzi was annoyed and angry, pointing at Wang Sheng and scolding angrily, and there was a silver flag in his hand, which was engraved with Taoist patterns.

"Dare to humiliate Poor Dao like this! Poor Dao will let you know what it means to be a respected elder today!"

After that, the flag fluttered, causing a gust of wind, and the crane forest hurriedly recited a spell in his mouth.

Wang Sheng didn't move his feet, the Spiritless Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and his left hand drew out a colorful glow on his chest, condensing the Feixia Sword.

The sword finger of his left hand swiped through the simple and seemed to contain traces of some kind of mysterious truth, and the Feixia Sword trembled slightly, and it turned into a hard Dao.

One to three, three to nine!

The nine virtual or real immortal swords trembled slightly, and a pale white sword light brewed out of them, which was Wang Sheng's pure yang mana.

He Linzi held the banner in his hand, his face turned red, and after reciting the incantation in his mouth three times, he shouted:

"Five thunder generals, train generals, soar to the ground, drive thunder and clouds! Appear quickly! Hurry like a law!"

A whirlwind appeared in front of Crane Linzi, and a low roar continued to be heard from it, and the whirlwind was gradually dissipating, and a five-foot tall silver-armored giant with thunder shining all over his body, holding two sledgehammers, jumped up, and the landing point was Wang Sheng!

The name of the sword has no beginning, and the name of the sword has no end;

Wang Sheng's left hand was raised, and the nine 'flying swords' in front of him shot up into the sky with a roaring sound of breaking through the air, and suddenly exploded in the air, piercing the head, shoulders, knees, and elbows of the silver-armored giant without hindrance...... Slash left and right!

The roar stopped abruptly, and the seemingly fierce silver-armored giant was directly dismembered by the sword light!

Wang Sheng's sword kept pointing, but this time he drew a complicated sword rune, and the nine flying swords in the air seemed to be flying in a hurry, but they were all rapidly approaching Helinzi.

Crane Linzi's complexion changed drastically, and his spiritual sense couldn't keep up with the trajectory of these 'flying swords'!

He shook the banner violently, hurriedly urging the spell, his mouth vibrating, but his feet kept retreating.

Qiankun borrowed the law and returned to the ruins with a sword.

Wang Sheng's left hand was raised again, and the nine swords shot towards Crane Linzi from nine directions, first with a loud roar, and then with nine white shallow circles, almost in a blink of an eye, he arrived around Crane Linzi's body, and wanted to stab his Dao body out of nine blood holes!

The magic flag was shining brightly, and the mana around Crane Linzi's body was surging, and this old Taoist spiritual sense was frantically searching, but he could only use this stupid method to protect himself!

However, the nine sword shadows disappeared strangely, and Crane Linzi was waiting to be searched, only to feel a chill in his chest, and he looked down in some astonishment, looking at the flying sword that had pierced his middle dantian and cut off Yuan Ying directly.

Wang Sheng's sword finger in his left hand stirred slightly, the sword light shining everywhere in Helinzi's Dao body, and the Dao body cracked nine terrifying sword wounds, and he didn't let out half a scream, and his body fell on the stage.

Blood droplets splashed, and the Feixia Sword was not stained with blood, and slowly flew back to the area around Wang Sheng's body, circling quietly.

One.

Wang Sheng took half a step forward, his eyes didn't even glance at the corpse of Crane Linzi, just stared at the sword cultivator standing on the clouds.

The ancestor of Huashan Dao Cheng, the strongest ancient cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Realm!

This person seemed to have some scruples, but he still didn't stand up, and the master of Maoshan Dao couldn't help but sneer.

This old Taoist said leisurely: "Good hand Shushan swordsmanship! It is really the back wave pushing the front wave, now in the cultivation world, the vitality has only been restored for decades, and there can be such a sword cultivation, which really opens my eyes."

Be in the company of demons, sisters and brothers.

For that demon, he even broke out and killed people, and regarded the predecessors of the monastic world as nothing.

The Sword Sect has really taught a good disciple, and you Qingfeng Ancestor will really be proud of you. ”

Wang Sheng's gaze did not fluctuate, and the Spiritless Sword was raised, and the tip of the sword pointed at this ancient cultivator of Maoshan Dao Inheritance.

That's his answer.

World War I.

Let you say that you break the sky, let the world scold me as a demon, and just ask for a fight.

Calculated Xilian, the one who wants to kill his little sister is the enemy of life and death, and all his answers are written on the blade of the Spiritless Sword!

Life or death, and a fight!

Inside and outside the venue, one by one, his eyes moved from the person in the field to the body of the ancient cultivator of the Dao Cheng of Namao Mountain, the latter's face was pale, and his eyes swept over the Dao Masters and Dao Masters of the various Dao Inheritances below, and a little resentment crossed his eyes.

Anyone who still wants to be cheeky, most of them will stand up to fight at this time, after all, their cultivation is much higher than that of the young sword cultivator below.

Can......

"Fellow Daoists!" Maoshan Gu Xiu shouted, "This son has fallen into the devil deeply, why don't we take him down together and dissolve the demonic nature for him!"

Among the more than ten ancient cultivators, half of them nodded in agreement, and they were about to fall from the clouds together.

Wang Sheng snorted coldly, he was not afraid, but everywhere in the venue, a stream of aura rose to the sky, although compared to the ancient sin cultivation and Wang Sheng, these breaths were a little 'weak', but at this moment, they were connected to one side, hard top!

Obviously, Maoshan Dao's 'proposal' has already provoked public anger.

Originally, the seven Taoist families who still insisted on staying on the side of their own 'ancestors', at this time, a few of them quietly retreated.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound from nowhere, and the few ancient cultivators who were about to fall from the clouds stopped at the same time, and their eyes searched everywhere.

In a corner of the venue, there was an 'old woman' with long gray hair.

She was dressed in a black robe, holding a peachwood staff, and her face was like a twenty-eight girl, but it gave people a sense of old age.

At this moment, the coercion emanated from her, and a large area of dark clouds quickly converged in the sky above.

Including the ancient sword cultivator who was at the peak of the Tribulation Realm, the fourteen ancient cultivators who were still on the clouds at this time all had extremely solemn faces.

In their eyes, it seemed that as the old woman's crutches fell again, fierce spirits would burst out of the clouds, tearing apart their primordial spirits and Dao bodies......

Underworld Immortals!

She walked in front of Wang Xiaomiao, the ancient sword made a gentle sword sound, and the white-haired old man appeared and stood with his hands in his hands.

Boom!

The muffled sound appeared again, and 'Meng Po' bowed to Wang Sheng's back, and then slowly stood up, his emotionless gaze falling on the group of ancient sin cultivators.

"Even you, dare to be rude to His Highness's sword master. ”

"Alas," the sword spirit sighed with a nameless smile, staring at Wang Sheng's back.

For a while, those Gu Xiu didn't dare to move.

The nameless sword in Wang Sheng's hand let out a sword roar, and the tip of the sword was still locked on the body of Namao Mountain Gu Xiu.

The latter snorted lightly, and his figure slowly fell, and the old Dao who was originally going to fall with him not only did not follow at this time, but also had a tendency to retreat.