Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1377: Magic inkstone

Everyone was startled and stopped walking one after another.

Lin Beichen looked up.

I saw the Feijianzong mountain gate in front of me, quiet and harmonious, with picturesque scenery, I didn't feel the slightest murderous intent, and there was no fighting aura. Occasionally, there were streaks of sword light piercing the sky. They were low-level disciples of Feijianzong I am practicing Element Yujian, because it is evening, and even wisps of cooking smoke can be seen from a distance, which is normal...

It's all normal.

There was doubt in the eyes of the others, and they looked at their own head.

Liu Wuyan frowned and said, "I always feel that something is not right..."

The closer he got to the mountain gate, the more anxious he felt.

The quiet and peaceful mountain gate gave him a sense of horror and palpitations.

He drew out the long sword around the disciple's waist with his backhand, and slashed out with a backhand.

The 100-meter sword light is like a galaxy, tearing apart the void.

This sword slashed, and the surrounding world was cut into a completely different appearance. I saw the peaceful and quiet Feijianzong Mountain Gate in front of me, just like a torn landscape painting, but it was shattered, and the beautiful scenery quickly faded away , the whole world seems to be fading.

At the same time, the pungent smell of blood permeated the air.

Ahead, there are broken mountains, collapsed peaks, truncated mountains, and burning vegetation and forests...

The air smells of death.

Flame ashes are flying in the wind!

Flying Sword Sect's mountain gate plaque was chopped into pieces, the Huabiao stone pillars collapsed, the continuous mountain roads looked like severed white snakes, and the row upon row of pavilions in the past had turned into ruins.

In front of the broken mountain gate, piled up like a mountain are the corpses of the human warriors of the Flying Sword Sect.

Not long after they died, the corpses were still dripping with blood, converging into large puddles of blood below, like a **** lake.

This scene shocked Lin Beichen and others.

Although before this, they also thought about it, the demons and the orcs are so painstakingly arranging the killing situation, hunting the strong people of the human race, there may not be no follow-up means, and there may not be surprise attacks on the mountain gates of the major human clan sects ...

But in everyone's heart, there is still a ray of hope after all.

Maybe the Demon Race and the Beastman Race don't have so many manpower, and they are targeting the eleven major sects at the same time?

But now, this last trace of luck has also been shattered.

Flying Sword Sect is over.

The mountain gate was destroyed.

The entire army of disciples was wiped out.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

An exaggerated voice like rolling thunder came down from the mountain of corpses, saying: "Liu Wuyan, you came too slowly. This Yanshan Mountain has been waiting for you for a long time."

Lin Beichen followed the source of the sound and looked up.

At this time, it was discovered that at the highest point of the mountain of corpses, there was a huge luxurious golden chair.

The golden chair stood firmly in the flesh and blood of the mountain of corpses.

On it, a giant with a height of four meters is sitting.

This man's complexion is lavender, his facial features are no different from those of the human race, and he does not have any other characteristics of the orc race. A sense of oppression as if the eyeball would be stabbed just by looking at it.

Not an orc.

It is the demon race.

Yanshan?

The name of this demon powerhouse is Yanshan.

Lin Beichen suddenly rang out that the name 'Yanshan' was mentioned by the four strong demons he killed when he fled before.

Could it be the lord-level powerhouse of the Demon Race?

Lin Beichen took a few glances and immediately lowered his head.

Because this person's aura and coercion are too terrifying, with Lin Beichen's current strength, he just took a few more glances, and his eyeballs hurt like being stabbed by a sharp sword.

The Guiyuan Chaos Qi in the body also had a stress response, and it was almost unstoppable and out of control.

It's terrible.

As for the other elite disciples of the third-level flying sword sect, they were trembling all over. If it weren't for the last willpower in their bodies, they might have fallen to their knees or passed out.

"Qingyu Realm Demon Head Yanshan?"

Liu Wuyan let out a heavy growl, angry like a wounded beast.

The person on the mountain of corpses is none other than Yanshan, the leader of the demon race in Qingyu Realm.

Over the past few years, the demons in Qingyu Realm have been suppressed by humans and beastmen, and they have almost disappeared. Only this demon leader Yanshan, who is powerful, cunning and suspicious, has never been captured.

"That's right, it's me."

The lilac-skinned giant sat on a golden seat and said, "Liu Wuyan, I have never dared to forget the gift of a sword sixty years ago. Get it back."

The thick and substantial murderous aura suddenly exploded, and even the air around his body became distorted.

Liu Wuyan held the sword in one hand, his expression extremely angry.

The invisible sword energy burst out, and the air around his body began to boil and twist,

The coercion like a frenzy spread, resisting the pressure released by the demon head Yanshan.

"The Flying Sword Sect is over, and the next part will be the part I am most looking forward to...kill you."

When Yanshan moved, he turned into a series of afterimages in the next moment, swooped down from the corpse mountain, punched out in mid-air, and the purple magic energy roared piercingly, and the beam of light that broke the sound barrier was like a dragon Come like a bite.

Liu Wuyan raised his sword and slashed out.

Hey!

In the soft sound of tearing cloth, the 100-meter-long sword energy was like a river hanging upside down, cutting out through the air, and the air waves on both sides separated like a tsunami.

Boom!

The indescribable terrifying energy shattered and exploded under the impact of fist strength and sword energy.

Liu Wuyan let out a loud shout, bearing the rebounding energy head-on, spurting blood from his mouth, but he was firmly nailed to the spot, refusing to take half a step back.

Yanshan's huge figure flew back and sat on the giant golden chair again.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect that you can still retain such strength after breaking a hand. You are indeed the second strongest human race in the Qingyu world."

The demon head Yanshan laughed wildly.

Liu Wuyan dragged his long sword backwards, and walked forward step by step with incomparable determination.

"Today, I will kill you, this evil dog, and pay homage to the dead disciple of my flying sword sect."

He burst out with sword intent, and streams of sword energy lingered around his mutilated body, like a war **** of swords.

Even Yu Wuque and the others showed surprise on their faces.

The head of this level of strength has never been shown before.

Maybe we can make a comeback today?

But at this time, Yu Wuque, Lin Beichen and others heard Liu Wuyan's sound transmission voice, saying: "The general situation is over, you run for your lives quickly."

Ah, this...

Lin Beichen's heart trembled.

It seems that Lao Liu still can't stand it.

At the same time——

Whoosh whoosh.

The sound of breaking through the air came from all around.

Hundreds of masters of the demon race poured out from the broken gate of Feijianzong, and some powerful demon masters surrounded Lin Beichen and others.

"Don't go fast?"

Liu Wuyan snarled.

Before he finished speaking, his figure melted into a sword light, and the human and sword merged into one, and he directly slashed towards the Demon Shouyan Mountain on the top of the mountain of corpses.

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