Become a Demon Lord, sign in and develop for three hundred years

Chapter 77 Each prepares a sword

Xuanhen Sword Sect, Xiaoyao Peak, Zangfeng Hall.

The hall was filled with clouds, and the sword dragon flickered in and out of the clouds and mist, with thunderbolts of golden light on its body, and the sound of the sword in its mouth was like thunder.

Yu Qifeng slashed his finger, and the sword dragon turned into three giant pythons. His eyes flashed with wisdom, and they were about to scatter in all directions.

Zheng!

The three hanging spiritual swords, like flowing phantoms, fell from mid-air, directly pinning the three sword pythons in the void.

hiss!hiss!hiss!

The sword python twisted and struggled, and the sword cloud spread out in all directions like waves, hitting the palace wall like a tidal wave. Countless mysterious runes lit up, eliminating this invisible giant force.

Suddenly thousands of runes were flying all over the sky, as if they were attracted by the spiritual sword, pulling the sword python into the sword body.

boom! Like a divine dragon turning over, rays of light emanating from within, the phantoms of sword pythons appeared in the sword bodies of the three spiritual swords, and traces of light were connected between the three swords.

As Yu Qifeng waved his hand, three spiritual swords fell into the air below the three men sitting cross-legged in front of Jianzi in the clouds and mist.

"Wu Ying, Huai Suimu, and Qu Man, below Jin Dan, you three have the highest cultivation level and the sharpest fighting skills.

There are still ten days left for the Sword Transformation Competition, which is extremely important, but there is a big variable in it, otherwise you wouldn’t be allowed to come out and compete. "

The three of them looked at each other, and one of them, a woman wearing a golden crown and cloud clothes, said, "Don't worry, Headmaster, Ji Cuiyu's ghost formation can only activate the nature of death and silence in the ghost world. In this world, Under the light of day, the power of his snake that day was comparable to a blow from an ordinary golden elixir, and we can still handle it."

Yu Qifeng looked extremely solemn and warned: "This matter must not be taken lightly. These three spiritual swords are infused with the power of the Zangfeng Palace Sword Dragon. They can escape into the void and kill people invisible. Even ordinary golden elixirs can kill people." on the spot.

Moreover, the three swords are like one sword. No matter which sword is struck, the other two swords will escape into the void and kill together.

No matter who faces Ji Cuiyu, he doesn't need to hold back and kills him directly. "

"Xuanhen Sword Sect, the sword will never be empty."

The three of them agreed in unison.

……

Xuanhen Sword Sect, Jianling Hall, back mountain.

In front of a tombstone, Yu Huaiyuan let out a long roar with a sad voice, and the five-color sword energy soared into the sky.

After a long time, Yu Huaiyuan turned around and knelt on the ground, "This disciple is incompetent, and the master has to take action to recover Junior Brother Fang's remains in order to fulfill his last wish."

Jingduzang sighed, "You must have thought carefully. Once the Burning Heart Sword Technique ignites the Peacock Sword Intent, you will definitely die after one strike."

Yu Huaiyuan bowed his head and said: "Junior Brother Fang died in the ghost formation, Senior Brother Xiao also died to save me, and seventeen brothers were framed and killed by the demon thief in the ghost world. Since it was my fault, why bother with this life. "

He raised his head, but there was a gentle smile on his face,

"The tiger prefers the east wind to be swift. It sniffs the fragrant flowers of Yao and turns them whiter. The green front has no hatred and no hindrance. It turns into the sea of ​​fragrant snow in the world. Master, I will always remember your teachings.

How can I, the people of Jianling Hall, be afraid of life and death?

With this sword, hatred, love, right and wrong are settled,

In this life, the sea of ​​clouds will be untainted by dust.

Here, let’s kowtow to Master again, I’m afraid I won’t have a chance in the future. "

Jingduzang's hands were trembling a little. One of his two most beloved disciples had already been buried in the mud, and the other was just waiting to die with the enemy.

Even though he is a golden elixir, he still feels uncomfortable.

Yu Huaiyuan stood up, cut off the peach tree with his finger, and cut it vertically and horizontally with his sword energy, turning it into a tombstone and inserting it next to it.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he said calmly, "It's all a matter of death anyway. I'll write this monument myself, which is more satisfying. Master, please bury me here, where I can be buried with my junior brother Jiuquan." Let’s practice sword practice together.”

Jing Duzang looked around and saw a line of words, exactly what Yu Huaiyuan said when he entered the door:

At that time, a young man in cloth clothes was in his prime, holding a wooden sword, standing on the top of the mountain in the cold autumn, roaring with high spirits,

"Ignore fate, bear no burden of suffering, no need for God's favor.

Just fight to win or lose on the sword. "

……

West Pole, Lan Family.

Lan Linjun was confused.

After escaping a disaster before, every time I think of Senior Brother Xiao's sword that cost him his life, I can't bear to think about it or speak about it.

But at last he had self-awareness and knew that he was no match for the demonic thief. He spent his days sharpening his sword intent and hoarding his spiritual sword for the future.

The day before yesterday, the uncle of the family rushed back from Northern Xinjiang. After discussing with his fifth uncle, he was going to take him to Northern Xinjiang.

"The Sword Transformation Competition will start in a few days. Uncle, please allow me to take my time. I want to see what will happen to the Wangui Peak Ji Jiyu. The sect must have made some arrangements."

Lan Linjun begged, even if he couldn't avenge himself, it would be great to see other senior brothers take action to kill the culprit.

Lan Yixiao, a member of Xuanhen Sword Sect's Golden Pill, felt soft. Thinking that it would only last a few days, he was about to agree, but the person next to him stopped.

"No!" The person who spoke was Lan Linjun's uncle, Lan Yipan, who was also in the Golden Core realm.

I saw his brows furrowed, "Lin Jun, don't be willful. You were born with great luck, and it happened that two Yuan Shen Immortals were discussing the Tao. You happened to have the meeting, and the two Yuan Shen approved your destiny."

"If you encounter a calamity of death, the cause and effect will be continuous. If you leave home and abandon your clan, you will have to run away to be reborn in heaven."

"Escape a calamity and increase your luck. Avoid it for a while and survive."

Seeing that Lan Linjun was a little unimpressed, Lan Yipan shouted in a deep voice,

"You have been going smoothly since you were a child, and you have never faced any danger of death, but I never dare to forget what the Immortal Lord said. If you don't leave, you will even bring trouble to the family!

Don’t let others call you the direct descendant of the Golden Pill or the disciple of the Sword Sect a few times before you faint. Your Majesty, Immortal Lord, are there too many ten thousand-year-old sects that have been destroyed for thousands of years?

I think the age of great strife has begun, and misfortune looms! "

Lan Lin took a few steps, and his expression returned to clarity. He remembered the sounds that kept popping up in his spiritual consciousness when he was a child, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"My uncle has taught me a lesson. I will leave with you right away. Fifth uncle, once the results of the sword-changing competition come out, you can send me a message and let me know how Ji Cuiyu died."

……

The giant white bone boat cut through the void and headed towards the Xuanhen Sword Sect. This sword transformation competition was taking place at the Xuanhen Sword Sect.

The dark clouds and mist are supporting the hull of the ship, and the void is changing. The mountains under the giant ship are green, the river is like a ribbon, and the white clouds and sky are shining brightly, which makes people feel far-reaching.

However, the deck of the giant boat was very lively.

To be precise, several people were sitting in silence, and there was only one energetic and lively girl who kept stirring up the atmosphere.

Jin Guanran has made a name for himself in the three peaks. He can master the magical powers of Yinhua Peak in a short time. He often visits Baigu Peak and Wangui Peak, and is deeply liked by Jin Dan of the two peaks.

"Brother Peng Ran, I heard that you were beaten by Brother Yun?"

Peng Ran wanted to seal the little girl's mouth no matter which pot she didn't open. But he could only say politely, "The two of us are just acting."

Jiang Moshu laughed when he heard this, "Don't say that, Kuanran. Senior Brother Peng is quite wealthy. If you are short of spiritual stones, you can always reach out to him to get them."

Luo Yun didn't speak at all, only smiled faintly.

Jin Guran's eyes rolled, and he took Jiang Moshu's hand and shook it, "Brother Jiang, Brother Yun said, I will come to you for anything I need. If you have any magic weapons that are not handy, give a few to my little sister."

Jiang Moshu spread his hands and said, "I don't have it right now, but even if there is, you have to say something nice."

Jin Guanran couldn't stop smiling, as if a flower had bloomed on his face.

"Brother Jiang, you will definitely come back with a great victory this time and smash the face of the Xuanhen Sword Sect!"

boom!

A huge thunder struck out of thin air on the Xuanshi Hall of Xuanhen Sword Sect.

In that hidden void, the meandering threads of mysterious marks directly broke off several void areas.

The light rain splashed, dazzlingly shining, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The Xuanhen Dao Sword in the void kept ringing, and the four souls were all moved, frightened and angry.

"The Sword Transformation Competition is about to take place, why has our sect's luck suddenly declined?!"