This chapter was written during the day yesterday. I was out on business, so the word count is a bit short. Please forgive me.
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"What's going on here?"
Peng Suo took a deep breath. The group concluded the major events at Xiyu Lake and were returning south along the "Juxian Bridge" Hongqiao. Of course, they also saw this scene.
Although they are currently separated from each other, the Juxian Bridge is connected to the Linggang Mountain System and the place where the Law of Spiritual Transformation works, and they can also detect the situation there.
Looking to the north, I saw Ye Banshan's sword intention surrendering, standing alone in the scroll, ups and downs surrounded by the demonic tide; and in the southeast, although the sword intention echoed, no sword immortal could be seen flying. Instead, there was a low groan from the waist, which was the echo of Chen Longchuan's sword.
He couldn't help but ask again: "What's going on?"
¡°I¡¯m full of enthusiasm.¡± Li Bocai responded with cold and faint words.
Hearing this, Peng Suo glared with golden light in his eyes like a sword. At this moment, he completely forgot about the gap in status and cultivation. Just as Li Bocai said, blood surged in his heart and he even grasped the hilt of the sword.
Although Creation and Purification have never been dealt with, he himself is of the Creation lineage, but at this moment, can he say such sarcastic words?
Li Bocai and others have been busy with the affairs of the Witch God these days, and the negotiation with the Lichen Sect has long been forgotten. They also feel that this junior's swordsmanship can be regarded as a lineage of Lunjian Xuan. Now that he has returned south, he has conveniently met Ling Ling. Jiao was taken away together.
This person seems to be named Zhang Yan?
Although Zhang Yan was restrained by the sword and his whole body was weak, he still laughed. As for why he was laughing, there is no need to say.
Except for Lingjiao who blinked at him fiercely, neither Li Bocai nor Peng Suo wanted to pay attention to him for whatever reason.
But at this time, Zhang Yan really wanted to say something: "I went to Chengdong Hou Jianyi and collected some relevant rumors and anecdotes. I have also admired the senior Fengbiao for a long time. Suddenly I felt that there were a few words that were particularly suitable for the occasion. .¡±
Wan Tengshan next to him heard his sarcasm, and he was afraid that he couldn't say anything good. He was about to seal his mouth when Zhang Yan smiled and chanted:
"It's so smelly for thousands of miles"
Along the way, the demonic tide rolled up and down the Hongqiao. The sword cultivators were shocked at first and then changed their expressions.
At this time, Zhang Yan was already singing at the top of his lungs:
"Thousands of miles are as fishy as this, but the eternal heroes are still there, when will the majesty be cleared?"
It seems that these monks "on the bridge" are too restless. Because of the powerful power of the Nine Palaces Demon Realm, the fierce demon tide threatens millions of demons. They rush up, but they hit the iron plate and are repaired by a sword in the blink of an eye. The violent sword light swept away everything.
However, the sword roar in the sky cannot stop Zhang Yan¡¯s hoarse and off-key, but strong and fierce voice:
"No need to ask about evil luck, the sun will come from it!"
"Thousands of miles are so fishy, ??but the eternal heroes are still there, when will the majesty be cleared?" There is no need to ask about evil luck, the sun will come from it!
These words are what Chen Longchuan said back then.
It was given to Donghou by Chen Longchuan, who was also a junior swordsman, during the sword-witch battle. The gift of "Heri" corresponded to Donghou's intention of the Great Sun Sword, which had already achieved some success at that time, and at the same time it also meant self-promotion.
"There are few monks in Lunjianxuan who don't know this story. Even a "backward" like Peng Suo is familiar with this allusion because he has carefully studied Chen Longchuan's past.
He knew that Zhang Yan just changed the word "witch" in "Why Ask about Witch Luck" into the word "devil".
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of those words, which were so full of passion, and so high-spirited, are placed in today's scene, how can the people's minds feel?
Peng Suo tightened his grip on the sword hilt and lowered his eyes.
Li Bocai didn¡¯t care about everyone¡¯s emotions. The smile on his face did not change. He still ignored Zhang Yan and only patted Peng Suo on the shoulder:
"So you should be a sword cultivator."
He looked back at the northern sky and murmured: "there are really quite a few."
At this moment, like him, there are more than one hundred thousand or one million sword cultivators looking into the north sky!
Wan Qian Sword Cultivator¡¯s heart was filled with blood as he stared at the changes in the picture scroll.
????????????????????On the distant sky scroll, although there are high cliffs, snow waves, and stacks of swords, but now, there is only a solitary Ye Banshan.
The demonic tide hits the sky and the shore, trying to suppress it completely.
Ye Banshan¡¯s true sword roared, striking the void. No matter how many waves came from all directions, it remained motionless.
"However, the picture scroll appears and disappears, rising and falling uncertainly, just like an isolated island in the sea, appearing and disappearing amid the danger of the sky and the sea.
Maybe it¡¯s the same environmentDue to the empathy brought about by ??, around the real Linggang Mountain, countless swordsmen could draw their swords instinctively, but so what?
The surroundings were calm, and a group of people were looking around with swords in hand, confused and unsure of where they were going.
The peaks of the Ling Gang chant together, reaching the extreme, and finally the sword energy soars into the sky, echoing the north land. However, this is the spontaneous resonance left by the swordsmanship of the past generations of sword immortals on Linggang Mountain. Although it is magical, it can only open a hole in the demonic tide and has no other effect.
"Hell, hell!"
Someone knocked down the sword heavily, put it into the ground to the hilt, and sat cross-legged on the ground. Inexplicably, his heart was blocked, and there was a sense of sadness coming from it.
Looking up at Linggang Mountain - Linggang Mountain is very close, with swords flashing back and forth. It seems to be out of the ordinary, but it also has no clue.
"This is so suffocating!"
Suddenly I heard the sound of gasping from the surroundings, and I raised my head sharply, but there was a person separated from the demonic tide. It must be a strong man from the demon sect. He got a chance, and with the blessing of the demonic tide, he attacked Ye Banshan.
Although all the sword cultivators also know that the image of Ye Banshan reflected in the north sky is probably just the transformation of the sword, but in the battle with the Demon Sect, it is restricted here, and the body is difficult to fully understand, not to mention that the demon tide is covering the world at the moment. How many tribulation demons and demon lords from outside the world have been keeping an eye on Ye Banshan, waiting for him to show his flaws before they attack him.
Seeing the danger, Ye Banshan, who had been silently wielding his sword and fighting in all directions, suddenly shouted with anger:
"Thieves!"
The sound is like thunder, the sword is like lightning, thousands of miles of void, under one sword, the wind and clouds burst away, only the strong and domineering sword intention spans the sky, whether it is a demon cultivator or a demon, it is like being bombarded by thunder, and it is wiped out in an instant. For a moment, the world was clarified and the evil spirits lay low.
On the Linggang Mountain side, the sword cultivators who were originally worried that Ye Banshan would be outnumbered were stunned for a moment, and then burst into cheers.
??Although the Banshan Sword Ancestor has been in seclusion for a long time to recuperate and never hears a sound, once he draws his sword, his heroic demeanor remains the same as before.
However, in the true world at this time, the demonic tide is endless, and the pure realm of thousands of miles is soon contaminated by the billowing turbidity.
But at this moment, Ye Banshan ignored the incoming wave of demons. He narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly, as if he was listening.
Since that thunderous sword strike, every move of this veteran swordsman has had the power to affect people's hearts. On the Linggang Mountain side, which was still noisy and excited, thousands of sword cultivators have calmed down one by one and stopped breathing. .
I am in the south of the sky, and I am in the north of the earth. Only the bright moon shines, and we share the same world.
At that time, there was an ethereal message, which melted into the moonlight and could only be felt by the heart.
Just like in Linggang Mountain at this moment, many people seemed to hear the lingering sound that gradually disappeared in the empty sky after the thunderous sword light swept away.
The demonic tide surged, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, and the chaotic noise drowned out the last "remaining sound".
Ye Banshan opened his eyes, still ignoring the demonic tide that was already close at hand. He only looked at the beautiful scenery of mountains and seas rising and falling in the void. They were deserted and empty. Even the sword intent that had previously resonated and resonated gradually changed its tone under the impact of the demonic tide. trend.
Although the sword's intention was directed towards sweeping the world and killing demons, there was no familiar echo.
He smiled to himself: "I'm oldhow can I say that, boss?"
Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, the smile does not change: "Maybe I have tricked you, but I will do my part in this matter! Thousands of people are like this, and so is one person!"
The energy roared, the cold light cracked the sky, and the demonic tide that had rushed towards the face was dispersed again. In a blink of an eye, a pure land was spread, and there was a brilliant sword intent, like the thunder of Jiu Ren, one sound was stronger than the other, and the sound was louder than the other. At the extreme point, there is a vast sound of thunder and everything is completely silent.
At this moment, a generous and tragic voice tore through the void:
"Raise your head to see the floating clouds in the northwest, and you must have a long sword to rely on the sky thousands of miles away!"
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Standing on the high cliff on the snowy waves, Ye Banshan is standing alone with his sword, dancing in the sky. The sword wind stirs up the waves, as strong as a rainbow.
The North Sky Sword Scroll was empty and silent; but around Tiannan Linggang Mountain, thousands of sword cultivators rose up, raised their arms and swords, and roared in harmony, some even until hot tears fell down and their throats became hoarse. Everlasting sound:
"Raise your head to see the floating clouds in the northwest, and you must have a long sword to rely on the sky thousands of miles away!"
The spirit guide vibrated, the peaks hummed, and the buzzing sound was endless.
At this moment, in the southeastern sky, with a radius of 100,000 miles, sword energy surged in layers, rushing straight into the sky, and the turbid energy of the Nine Heavens Demonic Tide disappeared in an instant.
Li Bocai and his party, who were on the Juxian Bridge, were also stimulated by the sword energy and were speechless for a moment.
Peng Suo took a few deep breaths and looked back to the north. His sight unexpectedly caught sight of something strange, and he immediately turned his direction:
"Over there"
Li Bocai followed his line of sight and pointed to a place in the northwest of the middleThis place was originally covered by the demonic tide, but for some unknown reason, the tide surged, opening up a pure land, and then disappeared and appeared under the pressure of the demonic tide.
Wan Tengshan asked curiously: "Is there any other senior swordsman"
Zhang Yan on the other side laughed again: "You of the Creation lineage are too forgetful. Have you forgotten the sword garden?"
In fact, Wan Tengshan said half of what he said and had already woken up, but was still despised by Zhang Yan. But he wasn't worried, just silent.
Sword Garden, that cemetery that has been destroyed and forgotten.
People say that this place is where you can see bullfights in the middle of the night.
Zhang Yan laughed coldly: "The lingering charm of the spiritual outline has been buried in the garden for a long time, eight out of ten eh."
The word "nine" was not spoken, but Peng Suo hit him hard on the abdomen with the scabbard of his sword, causing his whole body to bend into a shrimp shape.
As for Peng Suo, when he raised his face again, his eyes were red.
This time, no one stopped him, not even Lingjiao, who only glanced at Zhang Yan secretly.
Peng Suo stood on the Hongqiao, holding the Longchuan sword with his fingers, his joints turned white. He faced Li Bocai and said hoarsely: