Chapter 639: The Fierce Battle of Buzhou Mountain (6)

The Yuqing Daoist made a move, and a chasm was cut, directly cutting the entire battlefield into two halves. This seemingly casual blow immediately shocked the entire battlefield.

It was not an ordinary chasm, it was 10,000 meters wide, and it was not known how long it was, and at a glance, it seemed that the entire Kunlun Immortal Realm and the Flood Continent had been cut apart.

At this moment, not to mention the great witch of the Wu clan, even the prince of the East was also moved. He has always felt that the strength of the Shangqing Daoist is nothing more than that, and he is just swaggering in the name of Pangu Authenticity.

If it weren't for some special reason, he would have already started to deal with the three of them, but at this moment, he realized that he had always underestimated these three people.

Not to mention that it should be the strongest Taiqing Daoist in the rumors, as far as the Yuqing Daoist in front of him is concerned, the strength shown by this sword is already faintly close to the master of the Sword Pointing Plain back then, Jian Wuzun.

If one person is still like this, if three join forces...... A trace of murderous aura flashed in the eyes of the Eastern Prince, and then dissipated.

And the attack of the Yuqing Daoist did not stop there, and he shouted softly: "Ten Thousand Sword Technique!"

Seeing him again, the Qingping Sword in his hand shook, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surged between the voids, and in an instant, it turned into an immeasurable energy long sword that fluctuated in the air.

The vast number of long swords turned into a sea of swords, and there was a faint feeling of the sky collapsing, making people feel a terrifying aura coming towards them, as if they were about to collapse the desolation.

"Sang-ryu, get out of the way!"

Yuqing Daoist shouted, as if he still wanted to fight for it.

"Wu clan, there is no such thing as a compromise, either kill us or ...... Get out!"

With a burst of shouts, Xiangliu rose into the air, joined forces with Wu Yi and Bai Fu, and killed the Yuqing Daoist. They felt threatened. I even felt the terrifying strength of the Yuqing Dao people.

Pangu Zhengzong is by no means a mouthful, judging from the strength shown by this person at the moment, the strength of one person may not be the opponent of the other party.

"Stubborn!"

Yuqing Daoist snorted coldly, not afraid of the siege of the three great witches, and lightly spit out two words in his mouth: "Rain falls!"

Suddenly, the sky filled with a sea of swords as if it had been filled with water and then drawn into the basin of the floor. It fell majestically, covering the army of the Wu clan within a radius of more than 100,000 miles.

The eastern prince in the distance narrowed his eyes, and he actually held his breath.

The battlefield covered by the sword rain is not only the witch clan, but also a large number of immortal clans. This move killed and injured countless people, and in an instant, countless Wu clans died in the sea of swords, but there was no immortal clan.

The Yuqing Daoist not only has terrifying attack powers, but also has reached a supernatural realm of strength and control over his own attacks.

At this moment, the prince of the East seemed to have returned to the previous era, and saw the man who was called holy in the name of the sword. On a battlefield even more terrifying than this, use the same moves to break up the offensive of the Otherworldly army.

"Ten Thousand Sword Tricks, Sword Spin!"

The falling sword rain did not disappear, and in the soft shouts of the Yuqing Dao people, patches of sword qi vortices were drawn and densely spread on the vast land.

Within a radius of more than 100,000 miles, the Wu clan who had just escaped the sword rain and did not die was killed in an instant, and there was not a single one left. Shangwu Bai Qiu was shrouded in this rain of swords, although he dodged the first round of attacks. But he couldn't dodge the sword qi vortex at this moment, and was directly chopped into pieces. Turned to dust.

"Yuqing Daoist!" Bai Fu roared angrily, that is the elite of her clan, and the future is also a descendant who has the hope of winning the Immortal King, and now he is killed by Yuqing Daoist with a sword, how not to be angry.

For a time, there was a lot of golden light. It was also like a rain of swords and a majestic sword to kill the Yuqing Dao people.

Looking at Bai Toma killing, Yuqing Daoist looked indifferent: "What you are good at is nothing more than the golden supernatural power, and forcibly attacking with sword qi in front of me, isn't it asking for hardship." Today, I'm going to show you what it means to return to the Sect of Ten Thousand Swords!"

As he spoke, another vast sea of swords appeared in the void. Goodbye to his sword, ten thousand swords moved together, and killed Bai Fu, Xiangliu and Wuyi.

How could the three great witches be afraid, the power of the sea was surging, the golden sword qi was shining, and the power of destruction roared, and they struck it angrily.

It's just that Yuqing Dao is a master of art and boldness, and he is not afraid at all, and he shouted softly: "Sword Minghai!"

In an instant, the order of the Sword Sea was chaotic, and there was almost no discipline in the three of them from all directions.

"It's not so easy to stop us!" Wu Qi burst out, and the light of destruction in his hand burst out, forcibly blasting out a hole in the sea of swords, and killing the Yuqing Dao people.

Yuqing Daoist did not dodge or dodge, attracting the vitality of heaven and earth to rush towards the Qingping sword in his hand, and raising his hand was a sword. Four dragon-shaped sword qi turned around the sword body, circling rapidly, converging on the Qingping Sword in his hand, like a wild dragon slashing at Wuxi.

This trick is called the Five Dragons Nutian, which means to control the heavens and the earth with the long sword in his hand. The swordsmanship that was very similar to the five-qi dragon soldiers used by Su Yuexi in the past, the difference was that the five-qi dragon soldiers were urging the power of the five elements, but here it was the power of pure swordsmanship.

This is not a sword move that ordinary people can use, and the comprehension of kendo can only be achieved by reaching a certain level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Although this move should also be supported by four divine weapons to induce even more terrifying destructive power, even a single sword is enough to make Wuqi retreat.

Seeing that the five dragon slaves were coming, Wu Qi immediately shot out the shattered light in his hand and wanted to retreat for the first time.

It's a pity that the Yuqing Daoist is ruthless and ruthless once he makes a move, and when he moves forward, he seems to have crossed the space in a moment. At the moment when the Five Dragons Heaven shattered the light of destruction, the deity also approached Wuqi with a sword.

The Qingping sword in his hand was picked up and slashed directly on Wuxi's arm.

"Ahh

With a cry of pain, even the body of the Immortal King Great Witch could not stop the treasure in the hands of the Yuqing Daoist, who was cut off by a sword and fell to the ground.

At this time, Xiang Liu and Bai Fu broke through the sword rain and rushed over, and the two of them used their own magical powers, and the golden light and the power of the sea came together.

Yuqing Daoist stepped on the star step and retreated, and the Qingping sword in his hand slashed towards Xiangliu, and at the same time pinched the sword trick with the other hand: "Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

In an instant, the rain of swords in the sky was like a long dragon and killed Bai Toma. The murderous aura soared into the sky and turned into a heavenly sword and slashed down. Bai Fu only had time to condense and turn into a palm of golden light, and was forcefully knocked away.

There is a lesson from the past, how dare Xiang Liu hold his own body to be strong to receive the Qingping Sword, resolve it with the power of the sea, and push his body quickly.

One person fought three great witches, and in a moment, one was seriously injured. With a slight injury, the strength of the Yuqing Daoist was enough to amaze everyone.

In the distance, the Shangqing Daoist touched the beard on his chin and said with a faint smile: "If you don't cultivate the Yuan Shen, you will not be able to achieve positive results after all." It seems rampant today, but he naturally knows how big the gap is. ”

The prince of the east remained silent. Not happy or angry, I don't know what is going on in his mind. The strength of the Sanqing Daoist is strong, which is a good thing for the immortal clan, but it is not good news for him.

It took a while to hear him speak: "No wonder the Sword Saint said that it was Hong Kaiyuan who could inherit his mantle and not the sound of the sword, but when I saw it today, it was indeed the case." ”

Shangqing Daoist shook his head slightly: "Senior Brother Sword is extraordinary, he has already stepped out of his own sword path, although the third senior brother is strong, he is still inevitably influenced by the predecessor of the Sword Saint." After all, there are some shortcomings. ”

"Oh!" The Eastern Prince's eyebrows raised, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly showed a hint of a smile, and then spoke: "I don't know if you senior brothers still remember the revenge of killing the master when you saw that Fire Devouring Demon." ”

"This is naturally ......" Shangqing Daoist was about to answer, when he suddenly thought of something and turned around: "Heaven and earth have already been returned to the past, what is the use of talking too much." Even if my master hadn't died at the hands of Senior Brother Chen. In the end, it is inevitable that he will die in the apocalypse. ”

"Senior Brother Chen...... Haha! What a Senior Brother Chen...... Haha!" the prince of the east burst out laughing, and said no more. The Shangqing Daoist frowned slightly. But I couldn't figure out what he was laughing at.

At this time, the Yuqing Daoist stood still, holding his sword and standing proudly in the void, looking at the three great witches of Xiangliu, Wuqi and Bai Fu, with expressionless faces.

Wu Qi was furious, but it was not good to have a seizure at this time, and he was about to go to get his severed hand back. But I saw that someone had already taken the lead. The Blood Evil Buddha didn't know when he had reached the side of the severed arm, and grabbed the severed arm in his hand with one hand.

"Damn it, monster, put it down for me!" Wu Qi was shocked, God knows what would happen if his arm was taken by this bloodthirsty monster.

But the Blood Evil Buddha is the same as Shura. Extremely fierce and lawless, how can he be frightened. He smirked at him, the blood in his hand was entangled, and bursts of blood rose from which arm like smoke, and all of them were sucked into his body.

"Stop!"

Wu Qi roared angrily, and was about to strike at the Blood Evil Buddha. Although he could recover from such an injury later with his cultivation, it was his own arm after all, and he always felt unbearable to be treated in this way, as if he had become food for the other party.

As soon as he moved, he saw a sword light fall, cutting through the sky, interfering with Wuqi, and cutting a chasm on the ground.

The person who made the shot was naturally a Yuqing Daoist, looked at Wu Qi and said coldly: "Do you want to break another arm?"

A naked threat, but Wu Qi didn't dare to say anything, this man with a sword and arrogance had enough strength to do what he just said.

The prince of the east in the distance looked at this and suddenly stood up.

"It's been hit at this time, and the high priest of the Wu clan hasn't appeared yet, and it seems that he is really seriously injured and has not healed. In that case, you can make a move!"

As soon as the words fell, the red light flashed, and instantly appeared above the battlefield, a body of flames like a scorching sun, and the breath was rolling, like the top of the sky, which was shocking.

Scanning the audience, looking at Zhaoming, who was fighting to the death with Xiang Jiu, his eyes were full of murderous energy, and he sacrificed the nine-layer Fusang tree, condensed the flames, and turned into a fire dragon to kill it.

Suddenly, an extremely powerful aura came from a very long distance, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the battlefield, slapped out with a palm, smashed the fire dragon and killed the prince of the east directly.

The prince of the east hurriedly slapped his palm with the palm of the comer. The energy exploded, as if countless stars were shattered, and the vitality of heaven and earth was surging, filling the heaven and earth. Flames and thunder mingle like beasts dancing wildly.

The two figures parted in an instant, each standing back.

The man was tall, half-naked and covered with red and yellow tattoos, like a tiger. The clouds are shining, the aura is powerful, and it is much better than the other great witches.

"The prince of the east, I have admired the name for a long time!"

Grinning, the words were full of provocation. (To be continued......)