Legend of the Swordking Chapter 1073: Wish to trade?
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"Puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and endless chaotic fire swallowed my body. Just after I retreated several tens of meters with the fairy bone sword, my body was full of flames, and the rules of the Phoenix Law in my body seemed to be about to be exploded by the valley. The first-grade sacred flame is almost like a curse similar to the scourge of heaven, which is difficult to eliminate in a short time.
"Brother Bu!"
A Tianjiao from the inner courtyard took the air out, the long sword turned into a ray of white light and rushed towards Rang Si Chenjue, already quite a bit of a clear mood of sword heart, he came very timely, this sword said strong Not strong, not weak, but just enough to make Rang Sichen take back the next palm to me, it was also a fatal palm.
"Annoying fly, die!"
Rang Sichen stopped her body and swept away with a low palm power. The chaotic fire erupted and the palm strength was majestic. Only a loud noise was heard in the air, and the body of the inner courtyard disciple turned into a mass of blood. The fog exploded!
My heart is tight, as if being pierced by a sharp sword. I have some impression that the disciple in the inner courtyard is a good swordsman, and I admire my senior sister Lin Muzhao very much. I hope to become the same swordsmanship as us. Tianjiao, but it has fallen here, which is embarrassing.
"Those who block me die!"
Rang Sichen never stopped, swooping in the air, with surging palm strength, wrapped in an invincible immortal mood, and seeing a group of corpse-handling Tianjiao all stunned, they had to admit that the strength of Yang Sichen was indeed Far stronger than Tang Jiuyuan, it was not at the same level at all.
The Buddha's light flowed, and suddenly a large handprint flew in the sky, and it was Zhao Hao who made it!
The palm prints were wrapped in dozens of thunders, peaceful and holy, and they were broken down into dozens of major karmic fire wheel prints at the moment they were approaching Rang Si Chen Jue. The roaring sound is endless, all hitting the ones in front of Rang Si Chen Jue. On the golden shield Tiangang, the shield Tiangang looked like a golden wall. After dozens of violent blows, it did not move at all, not even a single crack.
Rang Sichen sneered, and stared at Zhao Hao in the distance, and said lightly: "The ants dare to challenge Tianwei?"
The chaotic fire flowing in his eyes, like an electrocardiographic offensive, a twisted rule "peng" shook Zhao Hao back, causing him to vomit blood and was seriously injured.
……
Tan Tai Yao, Tang Queran, Ling Yun, Feng Qingyi and other college disciples came with swords. I suddenly raised my head to look at them, and shouted, "Go all back, come and die!?"
At this moment, there was a thunder-like voice in the air: "Rang Si Chenjue, I am coming!"
It is Dongfang Qi, commanded by the Imperial Forest Army, and the enemy of the young generation of Dongfang family!
"Hey!"
The sharp light of sword intent splits the sky, and it slashes straight to the top of Rang Si Chenjue's head. It opens and closes vertically and horizontally. There is a ray of transcendent Holy Ruins fire flowing around the sword light. The sword intent opens and closes. It is the east Qi relies on the fame of the twenty-four slashes, but Dongfang Qi has successfully overcome the catastrophe and ranks among the young generations of sword sages in the upper realm. His sword intent is becoming stronger and stronger. Coupled with the fire of the Holy Ruins, I am afraid that his strength is complete. Not under me anymore.
"Oriental Qi!"
Rang Sichen Jue also yelled out loudly: "You are defeated, what qualifications do you have to be fierce in front of this seat?!"
The palm strength collided with the sword light. After ten consecutive strokes, Dongfang Qi's strength was still inferior. Gradually, he was suppressed by the palm strength of Rang Sichenjue. At this moment, there was another sound in the air. With a low whistle, a ray of flame rushed directly to the side of Rang Si Chenjue, and the "peng" knocked it back several tens of feet. It was no one else but Dongfangping, another enemy of the Dongfang family.
"Brothers join forces? Interesting..."
Rang Sichen decided to calm down, patted the fire of the holy ruins on his arm, and said: "In this case, I am here today to kill Dongfang Wan’s two most beloved nephews. Well, let no one of your Dongfang family dare to be an enemy of ten thousand people from now on!"
"Don't be ashamed of talking!"
Dongfang Ping said coldly, then glanced at me, and said, "Bu Yixuan, take the disciples of the academy and retreat some more. You are already injured. This is a war between the saints. You don't have to Participate."
I didn't refute, just nodded, Tantai Yao approached with the fragrance of fragrance, wrapped my arm around the incense shoulder, helped me to fly, and said: "Is it all right?"
"It's okay."
Although he said that, the chaotic fire in the body still ran around, like a curse. If only repelled by the Phoenix Law, it may take at least half an hour to completely reject it. This time I had a very strong sense of frustration, and the battle with Rang Sichen was a complete defeat, and I didn't even have a chance of winning without using Bai Shura's taboo power.
……
In the air, the two brothers from the East fought together to fight the earth and dust. The holy fire continued to erupt, the sword intent vortexed, and the vertical and horizontal twenty-four cuts complemented the divine flame swordsmanship. They began to gain the upper hand in less than 50 strokes. Under this strong sword intent, Rang Sichen had to be injured. Sword marks appeared on his arms. Of course, Dongfang Qi and Dongfang Ping were uncomfortable. They were disturbed by the chaotic fire, and they would not last long regardless of victory or defeat.
The war is getting more and more fierce, and there are bones everywhere in the fertile fields around Wushan. This battle can be called millions of corpses and blood flow for thousands of miles. In the distance, there is a earth-shattering explosion every time. The blue mushroom cloud produced in the ruins soared into the sky, and many famous upper realm righteous saints were killing demons with their lives, composing tragic songs.
"Peng..."
There was a loud noise, Wu Shan couldn't help trembling, and in the air, traces of the traces of the true solution of the warfare tactics passed by, and at the same time, there was a scene of the fire phoenix technique shattering half of the mountain. It is the cousin, she is defeated Up.
My heart trembled uncontrollably, pushing Tantai Yao away, urging Shengli to fly over.
In the sky full of dust, Wushan also crashed into a big hole several miles away. The hard rock was burned and melted by the power of the Fire Phoenix. A terrifying gully led to the distant jungle, and the cousin could not be seen. But in the sky appeared an old man wearing a long robe and an immortal spirit, full of the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism, holding a golden ancient scroll in his hand, the scroll looked antique and powerful.
"The sacred body of the fire phoenix and the physical body become holy, it seems that the inheritor of the Divine Flame Empress is nothing more than that..."
With a faint ridicule at the corner of his mouth, he squinted his eyes and said, "Enough, there are enough dead people, Dongfang Wan, do you want to die more people to defend your throne?"
In the air, Dongfang Wan’s delicate body descended, covered in blood, and the aura was far less intense than before, but there was a strong hatred in the beautiful eyes, saying: "Russian, you are a great Confucian and Taoist Xian, why do you want to kill the upper realm righteous monks so indiscriminately?"
"I don't want to kill people, but people want to kill me, so why?" He said it lightly, but the murderous intent in his talk was enough to chill any strong man.
Is this Ru Zun?
The real strongest person in the land of exile, the real taboo, that powerful aura is even more than twice as terrifying as the taboos of peerless Shura and Blood Venerable, no wonder the Tianxin Empress has lost!
"How about making a transaction?"
Ru Zun looked at Dongfang Wan, his voice penetrated into the sky, almost all the survivors of the Battle of Wushan could hear it, and the exiles, blood demon tribe, and corpse control tribe looked in awe. In the air, even Rang Sichenjue, Tang Jiuyuan and others stopped their hands and looked at the Confucianism with a god-fearing look.
"Transaction?"
Dongfang Wanxiu frowned, and said: "Can the billions of rivers and mountains in the upper realm allow me to trade? Confucianism, you are a senior in the upper realm, why are you so aggressive?"
"You have rejected me and will be punished."
Ru Zun frowned, and suddenly the sleeves of his robe flicked slightly, turning into a breeze across the plain, and suddenly a terrifying scene appeared. In the breeze, the rules of Confucianism and Taoism passed by, at least several times on the plain. The thousands of celebrities Jiashi suddenly looked dull, and turned to powder in the breeze, but in an instant, a middle-level corps disappeared!
"You!"
Dongfang Wan’s pretty face is full of distress, almost distorted: "Confucianism, you beast, you are not worthy to practice Confucianism and Taoism at all, you are no different from beasts!"
"May I ask one more question, would you like to trade with me?!"
Ru Zun still said indifferently.
"No!"
Dongfang Wan waved his sword, a ray of sword aura swept away.
Ru Zun still understates his sleeves, the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism surges, as if the breeze dissolves the fierce sword intent of Dongfang Wan, the strength of the two people does not seem to be on the same level.
"Om——"
Ru Zun raised his left arm flat, slender and stalwart, with a hand far away, suddenly a wounded old oriental woman rose into the air involuntarily, her face was full of horror, she was a powerful Titled saint, but at this time there is no resistance under the palm of Confucianism, just like a chicken under the claws of an eagle.
"One more question, would you like to trade with me?" Ru Zun said calmly.
Dongfang Wan's eyes are red: "You...you..."
"It was too late to promise."
The Confucian Venerable groaned softly, and there was a loud bang in the distance. A titled saint directly exploded his body and turned into a cloud of blood. Numerous spiritual essences fed back to the earth. At this time, no one thought of Confucianism anymore. Respect the immortal style, this is a demon in the cloak of Confucianism and Taoism, killing people like hell, and his heart is not at all compassionate.
"Your Majesty..."
On the mountains, Shang Zhuyue, Zhong Chaoyu and other female historians of the sword sage have been injured, and each of them was stained with blood. Shang Zhuyue said: "No...no..."
Ru Zun sneered: "Dongfang Wan, are you willing to trade?"
"Say it..."
The cloak with the pattern of the emperor flew in the wind, and the Emperor Tianxin finally lowered her proud head.
……
Ru Zun smiled: "The conditions are very simple. The army of the Tianxin Empire immediately withdrew from Zhongzhou and gave me Zhongzhou. In addition, I will take action against the two colleges of Tianfeng Bailu. You are not allowed to interfere, otherwise ...I will not show any mercy! If you agree, withdraw my troops now, I don't want to die more people, enough."
"Your Majesty..."
Shang Zhuyue knelt directly on the ground, tears streaming down: "The two academies are the two pillars of the Tianxin Empire, how can they be slain by evil spirits? If we agree, what is the difference with the evil way, your majesty...no. ……"
Dongfang Wan's clear eyes were full of determination, she looked at Confucianism, and said: "Yes, I promise you. Everyone, withdraw troops and return to Tianzhou."
Fan Qingyan's eyes were blood red, and the sword in her hand fell into the gravel involuntarily, causing a crisp sound.
"It's over..."
"Zhongzhou is over..."
Everyone's faces are filled with confusion.
……
The Battle of Wushan that lasted for two days and two nights, no one thought it would end with such a result.
My soul calls silently.
"Sacred Vine Tree, are you there?"
"Yes." Old Tree responded.
"Please tell Master and Master of everything here, the two major academies, shouldn't just disappear from the upper realm..."
"No."
Shen Teng Shu's voice is very distant: "This time...I will fight for Bailu Academy."