Chapter 775 Yuanshen Taoist
But suddenly!
The silence was broken by a subtle but sharp "hissing" sound.
The sound was still far away at first, but it came like a surging tide.
Then, a huge sword light suddenly appeared outside the vast sky.
The sword light rushed from afar, and when it got close, it suddenly split, from one to dozens of them.
The originally dead silence was like a fragile glass, which was shattered by the sword energy and could no longer be put together.
The coldness and pressure were intertwined.
The old man in the lead saw the light emitted by Ye Yang, and a trace of surprise appeared in his brows, as if he did not expect Ye Yang to dare to take the lead in drawing his sword in front of them.
"How dare you, a cultivator at the level of a real person, to attack a Taoist priest like me? Who gave you the confidence?"
"Do you know that besides me, there are three real people of Dharma, and the fighting power of sword cultivators far exceeds that of my peers?"
"I am Lu Yu!"
No one needs to be surprised when this sentence is said.
The two words "Lu Yu" alone can explain a lot of things.
The Taoist priest of the Lietian Sword Sect who has just broken through!
The sword master, who was in the limelight for a while.
"Let me show you what a Taoist priest is!"
Looking up, I saw the old man Liejian and the ancestor of the Crazy Sword of the Lietian Sword Sect, like two killing gods, descending from the sky with surging sword energy, standing on the sect square.
The old man Liejian had white hair and a stern face, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, just like a meteor in the dark night.
The Crazy Sword Master was burly and strong, with eyes like torches. The giant sword in his hand was like a door panel, exuding a simple, heavy and powerful pressure, and the sword body was buzzing.
"Hmph, Ye Yang, you stole the inheritance of our sect and tried to hide. Today is your death!"
Lu Yu's voice was like a bell, shaking the air around him.
Before he finished speaking, the sword in his hand had not moved yet, and a circle of rotating sword light had disappeared into the void like a smart white snake.
The next moment, it was like thunder in the dark night, appearing from the vital parts of Ye Yang's body, and slashing at Ye Yang swiftly.
This sword light was too fast.
With the power of splitting mountains and splitting rocks, and wrapped in the sharp sword energy hidden around the body, it stabbed at Ye Yang at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
Where the sword came out, the wind and clouds were surging, and the space seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, with ripples visible to the naked eye, as if the world was about to be torn apart by this sword.
"As expected of a Taoist Primordial Spirit."
At this moment, the sword light had not yet arrived, but Ye Yang had already felt an indescribable tearing sensation all over his body.
There was a sharp pain in his whole body, as if his skin was being torn apart.
You know, he had already practiced the Elephant Demon Fist and the Great Demon Peng Method to a very high level.
The strength of his physical body was so strong that even fine steel and rock could not compare to it.
But at this moment, there was an indescribable depression and fear, as if he would be directly chopped to pieces by the sword light if he was not careful.
He activated the Great Demon Peng Method, and a ray of golden light flashed on his body.
The next moment, he had broken through the space and jumped directly to the side, to the edge of the battlefield.
"Even if you are a Taoist Primordial Spirit, if you want to run wild in my Feitian Sect, you will have to pay a painful price."
Outside the edge of the battlefield.
Ye Yang's figure suddenly rose, his clothes rustled, as if a pine tree stood proudly in the wind.
At this moment, he already had a plan in his mind.
Just now, he relied on the Great Demon Peng Technique to avoid the gap of Lu Yu's attack.
Ye Yang knew that the opportunity was not to be missed, and it would never come again.
Aiming at a cultivator next to him, Ye Yang approached at a very fast speed, not daring to slack off.
He used all his strength to operate the Wanxiang Futu Jue, and the shadow of the sword and sword demon ape in the void behind him flashed.
Then the Red Maple Sword and the Yinsui Knife suddenly flashed in front of him.
The next moment, after the knife and the sword were entangled in the air for a while,
the knife and the sword instantly burst into a brilliant cold light, and the light seemed to swallow the surrounding night and turned into a silver streak.
"The knife has no shadow, the sword has no trace, and the sword and the sword are out to cut the wind and clouds!"
Ye Yang exerted all his strength and used all the moves of the sword and the sword.
This move of the sword and the sword is quite fierce.
At this moment, the Red Maple Sword and the Yinsui Knife danced at the same time, the sword light was like lightning, and the sword shadow was like stars, causing the void to vibrate.
The cultivators over there, seeing Ye Yang appear, had already formed a sword formula.
But Ye Yang was too fast, and they didn't have time to move.
The fierce attack of the knife and sword had already rushed over in an instant.
Wherever the knife and sword shadows went, they cut the sword energy that had just been launched and had not yet been used into pieces.
Seeing that the sword move was broken, the man attacked again.
But he did take a shortcut.
He did not face Ye Yang's attack directly, but turned his body, and the long sword in his hand dragged out a long black spiritual flame.
The spiritual flame actually contained the power of erosion by time, and every jump of the flame seemed to take away Ye Yang's vitality.
The long sword flashed, carrying the blood and brutality of the past massacres, sweeping over.
After a while, it actually formed a huge sword body like a door panel.
The man stood the giant sword in front of him, muttering something, and the spiritual power around him was like boiling magma, pouring into the sword crazily.
In an instant, the giant sword shone brightly, and the surrounding space seemed to be swallowed by it, turning into a dark and dead silence.
"It is worthy of the inheritance of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect. For a sect like this, the disciples are not ordinary people."
Ye Yang saw the urgent situation around him and knew that he could not delay any longer.
At this time, everyone in Feitianmen also saw the battle in the sky.
The power of Yin Yang Guixu Formation and Shui Tian Yi Se Formation reached its peak.
Two interlaced lights suddenly appeared in the sky, one was the black and white light representing Yin Yang Guixu Formation, and the other was the blue water waves of Shui Tian Yi Se Formation.
The two forces intertwined in the air, forming a huge light curtain that spanned the entire valley and completely enveloped the people of Lie Tian Jian Zong.
"You dare to show off your power in front of us with a formation?"
Lu Yu snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of sword qi shot towards the light curtain like meteors.
However, as soon as these sword qi touched the light curtain, they were rebounded by an invisible force, and some sword qi even dissipated directly in the air, as if they had never existed.
"Interesting..."
Lu Yu was a little surprised.
He saw Ye Yang's figure at this moment, and was about to use his soul to shock the other party to death.
But he never thought that the power of the formation became more and more powerful, and it actually formed independent small spaces to separate him.
This formation naturally couldn't stop his attack.
He gathered his strength and shook it off.
But it also stopped him for a moment.
After he broke through the space of the formation, he looked at where Ye Yang was.
He was about to kill this thief.
But the next moment, he seemed to have discovered something and exclaimed.
"No! How dare you, thief."
But it was too late.
The tall figure, with his feet firmly rooted in the void, the sword in his hand seemed like a living thing, and he shouted softly while his spiritual power surged.
"Go!"
At this moment, a purple long sword was like a dragon, winding through the void, and every swing seemed to cut off the shackles of time.
And a red sword, jumping on the edge of the void, a sword mark crossed the void.
The combination of the two,
seemed to confuse the space and dazzle the time.
The space within three feet around began to vibrate violently.
Even time began to show subtle confusion.
An extremely bleak and sad atmosphere appeared in the world.
A desolate and desperate sword, like all the wounding swords in the world.
A desolate and sad sword, like the sadness of a hero in his twilight years.
To smash everything, break the void, and make people irresistible.
Xiaoxiao kills, sad and desolate.
"The sword flows through the years, the sword hides the void, across the sky and the earth, Xiaoxiao kills and falls into the mortal world."
A move fell.
The man who blocked him took out a shield-like treasure to resist.
But it was useless, the sword energy fell, and the head fell to the ground immediately. (End of this chapter)