Chapter 243 Dashitian

  Zheng——

  The sword sounded loudly, and the three-foot sword edge swept across the magnificent sword power.

  Bai Jin handed out a sword, pointed directly at the weak spot of the sword net, and knocked out Meng Buwei's protective sword light with one blow. Zhan Hongqu followed closely, and the domineering sword intent surged out angrily. They collided in the air and swung away the long sword in Meng Buwei's hand.

  The sword intentions of the two cooperated tacitly, and the long sword in their hands was handed out, and it was instantly connected into one piece, dazzling and flickering, like a big net covering the sky, covering Meng Buwei in it for a moment.

  In an instant, the sword energy reverberated around, and black and white lights flickered in midair, as if thousands of people were fighting at this moment.

The extremely powerful and terrifying sword curtain enveloped the whole body, pushing forward layer by layer, and there was nowhere to hide. The dimness of the sword intent was suppressed to a horrible degree.

  The impact of the white sword soul shocked Meng Buwei, who was physically and mentally unstable. He loosened the long sword in his hand and was thrown into the sky by the beheaded red song.

not good!

  Two long swords, one black and one white, slashed towards him. The cold air hurt his eyes and his pupils shrank suddenly.

  The sword peaks are like needles, soaring in the air, and the tyrannical sword intent suddenly scatter, distorting the surrounding space, and the shock and ripples are comparable to stormy waves.

  Zhan Hongqu's heart shuddered, realizing that the iron sword belonged to the elder of Tianjianzong, he drew back and held the sword in front of him.

  At the same time, don't forget to grab the white brocade and take him away from the sharp edge temporarily.

  The fierce sword intent swept through the wind and clouds, and once it appeared, there was a violent and incomparable sword force piercing through it, one divided into two, two divided into four, four changed into eight... In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Hongguang great swords rolled down like a waterfall.

  The huge sword power is far from being unstoppable by the Void Refining Realm, especially the condensed and undissipated sword intent, which carries the power of heaven and earth, making every sword light have incomparably terrifying destructive power.

  For a while, the surrounding air froze.

  The power of the sword easily tore through the small world, like a broken bamboo, nothing can stop it.

   Seeing this, Bai Jin showed no panic on her face. She raised her hand and pressed it on her waist, releasing the black jade sword pendant on her waist.

  buzz buzz——

  The sword intent of Changchong poured in, the black jade sword rose against the wind, the black sword body was deep, the two fronts were white and ethereal, surrounded by black sword spirit and divine light, it looked extremely domineering.

  Nine Swords·Dashitian.

As soon as the sword came out, Meng Buwei's expression changed instantly. The protective saber Mei Wangsu gave him was an elder's token. It was jointly forged by several elders of the Tianjianzong. .

   But it depends on what it is compared to.

  If you divide all the swords in Bulaoshan into four grades, the iron sword held by all the disciples is the last, and the long sword that cuts the heart, cuts the red song, and Meng Buwei's own life and life are all in this row.

  The third class, the elders carry tokens, made of pure sword intent, the forging method is unknown, unique to the Tianjian sect in the world, just like the demon-suppressing tablet in Dashan Temple, even if it has something to do with it.

  Second class, the Nine Swords passed down to this day by the Heavenly Sword Sect.

  The time goes back thousands of years, and the Abandonment Sutra recruited a group of disciples who were "incompetent". If they wanted to pass on the meaning of the immortal sword, no one could learn it, so they asked the disciples to forge their own way of swordsmanship.

  The Nine Swords were thus born, and the Qili Sutra was handed over one by one, using fingers as stones as the beginning of the Nine Swords.

  With the invincible power of Qi Li Jing in the first life, needless to say the power of the Nine Swords consecrated by him, it is transcendent and has its own realm.

  The Nine Swords took shape, and because of the opportunity of the thunder disaster, they carried the power of heaven.

  As for the first class, it is to abandon the Heavenly Sword Peak transformed into the portable iron sword, and suppress the foundation of the Heavenly Sword Sect's luck, claiming that the sky will not fall, and it will be immortal.

  Compared with the Nine Swords, the Elder's Saber seems to be only one level behind, but in fact, the difference between acquired and innate is far more than cloud and mud.

   To put it bluntly, the Elder’s Saber is a mass-produced Nine Swords. It has not been consecrated by the scriptures of abandonment.

  Because it is the world of cultivating immortals, the official is heaven, here, there will be no situation where pirated copies shoot the genuine ones to death on the beach.

  Meng Buwei, as the second-generation disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect, naturally recognized the master treasure Da Shitian, so he turned his head and left without saying a word.

  Yu Jian fell straight into the abyss and trough, and at the same time cursed Lin Buyan for his deep scheming, playing cards one after another, without giving him a chance to catch his breath.

   "Damn it, how noble the sect master's token is, it's given to a third-generation disciple casually. This **** is scheming all day long, and he doesn't want to lose his face!"

   Just as the swearing and cursing ended, a black light overtook the car from behind and quickly fell down the dark cliff.

  Meng Buwei's eyes were sharp, and he could clearly see the black light bestowing the sword on Mei Wangsu. He secretly said that the Nine Swords were really invincible, and the speed of escape was even faster.

   It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, it is better to walk.

He made up his mind that it was impossible to kill Bai Jin, so he hurriedly told his master Mei Wangsu the news that Bai Jin was in power. They rushed into the secret realm to seize Dashitian, and the advantage was on their side.

   Be careful!

  As soon as the idea came up, the black sword light whizzed over. It was as heavy as a boundless sea across the sky, and as if the sky was spinning. People in the air looked down at the ocean. Under the weightlessness, they couldn't tell where was the sky and which was the sea.

  The black light passed straight through, washing over Meng Buwei's position, and the momentum continued to fall. After a long time, the abyss and canyon trembled with a bang.

   One sword knocked the elder's iron sword flying, and one sword hit Meng Buwei severely. Bai Jin held Dashi Tiansao and made a third sword, chasing and making up for it.

   "Good sword, is this sword the Nine Swords of the Lingxiao Sword Sect?"

  Zhan Hongqu's eyes lit up, watching the divine sword in Bai Jin's hand up close, rubbing his hands together in greed.

   want to touch.

Qi Lijing personally touched the sword edge, this kind of temptation is simply unbearable for sword cultivators, that is to say, she touched another Nine Swords Daweitian in the early years, was injured by the sword edge, and the wound on her fingertips could not heal. After three years of blood, I know the power of Nine Swords, otherwise I have already touched it.

  Bai Jin nodded and fixed his eyes on the Sanyuan Sword Formation.

  The sword array formed a world of its own, and the mysterious artistic conception reached the threshold of the fusion period. She had read the library of the Mountain Gate of Lingxiao Sword Sect and knew the great power of the monks in the fusion period. Just like the secret realm in front of you, a monk at the fusion stage can enclose it, delete and modify the shape of the secret realm at will, what's more, he can stitch several secret realms together, refine them for his own use, and create his own treasures.

  Wearing that it is not sad that the Void Refining Realm has been completed for a hundred years, with his aptitude, it is time to break through the fusion stage, but he has not been able to, which does not affect his repeated jumps on the edge of the fusion stage.

  Bai Jin was worried about Lu Bei's safety, so he didn't care to check whether Meng Buwei was dead or alive. He blessed his long-chong sword intent, and slashed down with his backhand.

  The goal this time is the Three-Yuan Sword Formation.

   Swiping four swords in a row, the long-chong sword intent was exhausted astonishingly, Bai Jin's body trembled, and his face turned pale involuntarily.

   Seeing the black light cut through the outer barrier of the sword array and penetrate an entrance and exit, a smile appeared on the pale and pretty face.

   At this moment, Da Shitian in his palm suddenly trembled, the sword light soared, he broke free from Bai Jin and left, and plunged into the sword array.

  Bai Jin was dumbfounded by the sudden scene, thinking that this sword is a treasure passed down by his master, and if it is lost, the Lingxiao Sword Sect might be destroyed.

Zhan Hongqu didn't know the reason, so he curled his lips and said: "Junior Sister Bai, you dote on your little junior brother too much. Dashitian is the most precious treasure of the sect master, and sect master Lin entrusted it to you. You understand what it means, how can you let him Pass it on to others easily?"

"NO, I have not…"

   "Da Shitian himself..."

  …

  At the bottom of the abyss, two consecutive black lights fell to the ground, tearing apart the abyss and expanding, killing all the poisonous beasts hidden here.

  Amidst the gunpowder smoke, a figure climbed up and staggered forward.

   "Poof——"

  Meng Buwei, with disheveled hair, covered his broken arm on the right side, and spewed out a mouthful of blood just after taking two steps.

  He took a few breaths, with lingering fears in his heart: "Fortunately, when he was fighting demons and defending the Tao in his early years, he learned the method of survival with a broken arm, otherwise nine lives would not be enough to pay for it today."

   "Hateful!"

While speaking, he looked at the sky with a gloomy face, and said coldly: "Bai Jin has great power, I am not her opponent, and I will not complain if I lose. Junior brother, use your means to protect yourself, and if you lose... big Brother, call Master to save you now."

  After speaking, he accelerated his walking speed.

   After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard a strange sound behind him.

  At the bottom of the dark abyss, the rustling of needles could be heard, and the sound was comparable to thunder, and it exploded in the ears for a moment, making Meng Buwei's scalp numb.

  He turned around abruptly, holding a long sword in his hand, protecting his body with sword energy, and the small world unfolded rapidly.

   "What is XZ showing its head and tail, get out quickly!"

  Boom——

  Among the boundless darkness, waves of fire rose boundlessly. In the center of the sea of ​​flames, a giant python with a body length of hundreds of meters raised its head, with wings on its back, and a pair of vertical snake eyes overlooking it.

  The fire swept across, and the terrifying coercion descended, shattering the mountain wall and collapsing, and the vitality collapsed.

  Meng Buwei: ()

  NMD, why?

  The boa constrictor is born with different phases, looking at the extraordinary product, the unstoppable heart palpitation reminds Meng Buwei, if he doesn't leave, it is not sure whether he will die or live if he is not sad today, he will definitely be buried in the kiss of the snake.

   "Fellow Daoist, the person who disturbed your sleep is above, and it has nothing to do with me!"

  Meng Buwei sweated at the corner of his eyebrows, secretly thinking that his luck was bad today, while retreating, while maintaining the stability of the small world, he tried his best to resist the raging waves of fire.

  The next second, his eyes went black, only to see the infinite red light oppressing the small world to shatter, and a huge body moving sideways.

  Boom!

  The heart was broken and the sword was broken, and there was a sunken human-shaped imprint on the wall, and a pool of blood flowed out along the cracks in the broken stones.

  The giant python folded its wings and threw itself into the sea of ​​flames, but within a few breaths, the flames dissipated like a giant python, leaving a slender and graceful figure on the spot.

  She Yan: (ΦωΦ)

  She moved her hands and feet on the spot, looked left and right, and subconsciously entered a demonized state, sticking out her tongue to catch the smell information in the air.

   "Hiss——"

  The thin golden-scaled snake coiled up and bit a lock of She Yan's hair with its mouth open, which seemed a little out of breath.

  She Yan grabbed the golden-scaled thin snake with his backhand, and ignored the latter's desperate struggle, opened the front of his chest and imprisoned it in great terror.

   After finishing all this, She Yan raised his hand to support the burden on his chest, the vertical snake eyes looked high into the sky, and the corner of his mouth grinned, drooling.

  呲嗞嗞——

  Drool fell to the ground, and black smoke rose.

  (end of this chapter)