Eternal Sacred King Chapter 739: The Return of Ten Thousand Swords
The next battle, the fourteenth place on the Vision List.
Little Fatty's against Qin Li of the Magic Cult!
"The practice of Phantom Demon Sect focuses on spiritual influence, so be careful."
The Fairy Ji, who just walked down, kindly reminded the little fat man.
Little Fatty, Ji Fairy, including Ji Chengtian, Shi Jian and others, belong to different sects, and even immortals and demons are opposed to each other.
But at this time, this group of people faintly gathered together with Su Zimo as the center.
"Thank you."
The little fat man thanked him.
If it were before entering the Xingdoulongxian acupoint, the little fat man’s Huangquan vision would not be ranked this way.
Don't say it is the top 20, even the top 50 of the vision list is difficult!
Now, Little Fatty has been recognized by Huang Quantu.
Although he has not cultivated the soul, and cannot control this ancient magical tool, his Huangquan vision has long been different from what it used to be, and has undergone a completely reborn change!
On the stone platform, the two have just stood up.
Qin Li's eyes were bright, and scenes of horror suddenly appeared behind him.
There are countless creatures tied to the hot copper pillars, their flesh and blood are scorched, and there is a billowing smoke, and the creatures on it are constantly struggling and screaming.
On the other side, a huge stone mill appeared in the void.
Hundreds of millions of creatures were involved in this stone mill, a little bit of rotation, crushing, flesh and bones were crushed, scarlet blood dripped all over the ground!
Although the flesh and blood of these creatures have been crushed, their consciousness is still there.
In the blink of an eye, these shattered flesh and blood reunited and were once again involved in the stone mill, crushed and crushed again, suffering this painful torment all the time.
It goes round and round, and the cycle continues!
When many monks saw such a scene, they all felt shuddering, shaking their hearts!
Ancient vision, Sunro hell!
Scenes of **** appeared behind Qin Li, eerie and terrifying!
"Huangquan!"
The little fat man looked solemn and pointed forward.
Behind him, a huáng-colored river emerged, with dead bodies floating and falling, ghosts struggling.
This yellow spring came surgingly, and directly flooded the **** behind Qin Li!
Many creatures in Sun Luo Hell will be truly liberated when they enter the Yellow Springs, and they don't have to endure these endless pains.
Crack, click!
Sun Luo Hell is crumbling, and there are waves of cracks.
Qin Li's face was pale, his figure retreated violently, and he left the stone platform in time.
"Concession!"
The little fat man let out a sigh of relief, and also withdrew the golden core vision, clasped his fists and said with a smile.
After this battle, there are only four games left in the ranking of the Vision List.
The next battle, sword repair!
As the first true disciple of Jianzong Golden Core Realm, Hang Qiuyu naturally wants to protect the glory of Jianzong!
If the sword repairers of other sect forces are ranked above him, the sword sect will definitely be affected.
He can't lose this battle!
Hang Qiuyu believes that he will not lose either!
The ancient vision passed down by the sword sect, which shocked the sword aura, how could it be no match for this person's ten thousand swords to cover the sky?
The two stood on the stone platform, before they had to fight each other, Sword Sect's Yuan Ying Zhenjun asked first: "Would you like to worship Sword Sect?"
Many monks around, all showed envy.
Hang Qiuyu has not yet fought, the Dugu Sword has already been recognized by the sword sect, one of the immortal gates!
Jianzong is a place of pilgrimage for sword repairs in the world.
In the sect, there are countless swordsmanship and secret techniques in the cultivation world since ancient and modern times.
Jianzong is the place where every sword repairman dreams of seeking the way.
On the stone platform, hearing the invitation of Sword Sect, Dugu Sword looked as usual, and could not see the slightest joy, just shook his head gently.
There was a stir in the crowd.
Rejected!
Faced with Jianzong’s invitation, Dugu Jian did not hesitate and chose to refuse!
"Young man, I can remind you that only in Jianzong can you understand the real kendo!"
Jianzong Zhenjun frowned slightly, pondered a little, and said again: "It's not easy for you to get to this step. I think you have good kendo qualifications, so I can give you another chance."
Dugu Sword just looked at the long sword in his hand and shook his head again.
It seems that in his eyes, there is nothing else except the sword in his hand.
He doesn't believe in the sect, nor the clan.
He only believes in the sword in his hand!
The breath of Dugu Sword is incompatible with everyone around him, and there is a kind of loneliness that is incomprehensible to others.
Sword repair like this is terrible!
Pure, clean, no distractions!
Jianzong Zhenjun has no expression on his face and no longer speaks.
The war has begun.
Om! Hum!
Almost at the same time.
Dugu Sword and Hang Qiuyu both shot at the same time. Two stunning sword lights flashed in the air, disappearing in a flash, and the speed was extremely fast!
Immediately afterwards, two blood lights appeared.
Both were injured at the same time!
So fast!
Many monks did not react.
Only seeing the two sword lights break apart at the touch of a touch, the two of them were already injured.
Hang Qiuyu's right leg is the sword, and the Dugu sword's left arm is the sword.
The two swords were so badly wounded that they dyed their clothes red in an instant!
This kind of sword wound is also accompanied by a strong sword aura.
The sword qi in the wound must be removed before the wound can heal.
It's just that, in such a tense fight, neither of them has this opportunity, let alone dare not be distracted!
Jianxiu's killing power is the most terrifying.
Slightly distracted, you may fall by the sword!
Almost at the same time, the two shot again.
Zheng Zheng!
The long swords of the two people kept colliding in mid-air, making a series of golden strikes, sparks shooting everywhere.
After just three breaths, the figures of the two crossed and separated again.
An exclamation came from the crowd.
There are more than a dozen wounds on each of the two!
Either lighter or darker.
Some even exposed the white bones inside, almost cutting off the bones!
Dugu sword can't stop Hang Qiuyu's sword.
And Hang Qiuyu can't stop the edge of Dugu Sword!
Blood was dripping on the two of them, and both of them began to decay.
If this goes on, the outcome will be unpredictable, and it is very likely that the winner will be won in an instant!
"Shocking sword spirit!"
Hang Qiuyu presented the vision of Jianzong inheritance. Behind him, a dense sword air appeared, with extreme sharpness, shooting towards the Dugu sword!
At the same time, Hang Qiuyu bit the tip of his tongue lightly, spitting out a stream of blood, scattered on this sword aura.
The power of the vision is great!
Hang Qiuyu's expression instantly wilted.
This is the secret technique of the sword sect. The essence and blood spit out consumes vital energy. If it is not vital, he will never release it.
The entire void is torn apart by this shocking sword energy!
The Dugu Sword's Wanjian Zhetian had just been sacrificed, and it had been pierced with scars by the shocking sword qi, and it broke into pieces!
"Not leaving yet?"
Many monks frowned~IndoMTL.com~The Golden Core vision is broken, and the Dugu Sword has absolutely no means to fight against it.
If you stay on the stone platform, you will be ruthlessly strangled by the shocking sword spirit!
Looking at the oncoming sword aura, Dugujian didn't have the slightest sense of fear or retreat in his eyes. At this critical moment of life and death, he seemed to have realized something. The aura of the whole person was changing!
The shocking sword energy that pierced the Dugu Sword gradually slowed down.
Hang Qiuyu stared in her eyes, with a look of surprise and anger.
His golden core vision is completely out of his control!
Under the gaze of countless gazes, sword auras fell in front of Dugu Sword, as if they were succumbing to him!
Jianzong Zhenjun's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"
(End of this chapter)