Legend of the Swordking Chapter 1076: Decisive battle at Bailu Academy
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Forbidden fighting, everything sinks.
A few dozen miles away from the two mountains, the mountains collapsed and the jungle rose up. Everything in the world seemed to be drawn by infinite force. The huge rocks weighing more than ten thousand kilograms disintegrated into pieces of rules in the air, and the river water evaporates and evaporates. As if a series of ancient gods were rising, all the spirits on this land were being sacrificed.
"The heavens..."
Ru Zun looked rather solemn and said: "I didn't expect you to have reached this point."
Ning Daoxuan held an ancient sword in his hand, with a calm expression: "Confucianism, this battle has caused all creatures to be struggling to death, and the heavens are almost turned upside down, do you still want to fight with us?"
Ru Zun smiled slightly: "The rise of the Land of Exile is a foregone conclusion. If you don’t kill your two sages at this time, wouldn’t it be possible to leave troubles? Besides, even if the deity doesn’t do anything, Blood Venerable, Luo Zhengyang, etc. People can't tolerate you, and the five heavenly arrogances of my exile will not let you go. Since you know the destiny, why don't you accept it?"
"Accept your fate? Dreaming!"
The sacred spirit of Broken Well Fishing broke out, a sword volleyed, and a shocking sword was cut.
Confucianism once again used extraordinary means, Confucianism and Taoism were flying like a sea, and all the swords and swords of Broken Well Fishing and Ning Daoxuan were suppressed, and Xue Zun, Luo Zhengyang, and Li Ping also took action. The basalt formation above Lushan made a blast, and it was already in danger under the onslaught of many titled saints and taboos.
"His--"
The crack in the Xuanwu Formation is getting bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye it has broken open a big hole of tens of meters. The sky above the academy seems to have broken. Many blood demons and exiles raged down, urging the offensive. The sky that had been tranquil was suddenly surging, and a **** battle had begun.
"Presumptuous!"
Li Qingyin, Lin Muzhao, Long Xun, Dongfang Chen, Dongfang Lin'er, Ouyang Mengyue and other disciples soared into the sky. The kendo splendidly guarded the gate of the academy, and the many inner courtyards of the two major academies were also one by one. Growled, the seventy-two palms roared, each manifesting its magical powers, sword intent, palm strength, fist strength, etc., rose to the sky, fighting fiercely with the evil spirits entering the gate of the academy.
I turned my head suddenly, looked at Song Qian, Zhao Hao, Tantai Yao and others, and said: "You are not allowed to participate in the war, and immediately go to the White Deer Palace to guard the main hall. My master's superior Zi Yi and the superior of Tianfeng Academy Master Nanfeng is trapped there, and someone must protect the law."
"Brother Xuan, we..."
Song Qian is holding the sword, his face is full of unwillingness.
"Go now! Do you want to die!?" I frowned.
Tantai Yaoxiang's shoulders trembled slightly, and he sighed: "This is indeed not our battle. Listen to Master Bu’s words, let’s go. Let’s go and protect the two inmates. The people from the Royal Palace stay here. In vain, let the master and Xiaoyan get distracted."
"Um..."
The wind and light clothes nodded.
After that, everyone flew in the direction of the White Deer Palace.
I breathed a sigh of relief, bent my knees slightly, and suddenly ejected, raising my hand to drew the fairy bone sword from the chaos, and slaying an exile who was equal to the middle-ranked saint. The tricks were fierce, and in a blink of an eye, he was crushed in momentum, and the battle above his head became more intense. Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao joined forces to face Liping, the master of the Eight Desolation Building. How powerful the titled saint was, and the situation of the battle was inexhaustible for a while.
The sky is full of figures.
"Om~~~"
A long scream is a breeze of Confucianism and Taoism sacrificed by Confucianism. The breeze swept past and came oncoming. The breath of the wind was like a blade, and it contained transcendental rules. Dozens of people were shrouded in this blow. I felt the murderous intent for the first time. I hurriedly swung the sword. The streamer ruled swordsmanship surged and broke through the void. The exile behind me screamed, and my body disappeared in the breeze. It was him alone, as well as the three palms who had no time to escape, were also killed by the breeze, turning into a cloud of blood in the space.
"Uncle Ouyang!"
"Uncle Lin!"
"Uncle Fang!"
Lin Muzhao's face turned pale instantly. These three are seniors, but they have never been able to step into the holy realm. They just stayed at the semi-sage peak. Now they are attacked and killed by the Confucianist, there is no room to fight back. The three heads of the inner courtyard of the dignified Bailu Academy were killed without resistance. The difference in strength was too great!
Many college students were as shocked as they were, and some of them burst into tears: "Master...Master..."
The sky was filled with blood, and a person violently urged his palm to split the gap in the Xuanwu formation even more. The body was vacated, and the magic of the demon appeared behind him, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "White Deer Academy, today It will become history, and you don’t have to make senseless resistance."
Speaking, a palm came out, and the palm force descended like a sea tide, and it landed directly on a side peak of Bailu Mountain. The peaks and mountains suddenly cracked and collapsed along with hundreds of temples on the peaks and mountains. , Countless academy disciples howled miserably, annihilated together with the hall in the surging blood of the blood deity, with just one palm, one of the thirty-six inner courtyards was destroyed.
My heart trembled. The Blood Sovereign is too strong. It is simply not something we disciples can contend with. Even if the thirty-sixth academy's palms and seats come together, no one can contend with it.
"Blood Lord, you are too mad!"
In the clouds, one person walked out. It was Yun Nishang, the palace lord of the Yunbie Palace, and one of the strongest in the academy. The sharp sword in his hand opened the rules of space and turned into a streamer to shoot towards the blood deity. "With a sound, it penetrated the blood wall in front of Blood Venerable, but just before the sword light pierced Blood Venerable's eyebrows, Blood Venerable's palms suddenly closed, and the sword aura was abruptly beaten out.
"A high-ranking saint?"
Xuezun smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Unfortunately, I was born so beautiful, but in a short time I will become a pink skull."
"Bold!"
Another figure descended in the sky, and Xiao Yi, the lord of the Palace of Longevity, descended, stepping on a sword field, turning into countless sword rain and falling towards the blood deity. His strength is stronger than Yun Nishang, but he is just like the blood deity. This kind of taboo is obviously weaker than that. The two great palace masters, War Blood Venerable, can only delay, and the loss will be a matter of time.
The more fierce battle has turned to the sky. The figures of Ning Daoxuan and Duanjingyu disappeared, but turned into two giant shadows in the sky, like giants from the ancient realm, wielding a sharp sword, and The Confucianism and Taoism sages transformed into the decisive battle. Their movements are very slow, and each move takes a long time, but each move is perfect and impeccable. The collision of one sword and the long sword stirs the rules of all things, making the distant volcanoes One by one erupted, and flames rose into the sky, as if the world was apocalyptic.
Ru Zun is too strong, even if the two masters join forces, they still lose a lot!
The time passed bit by bit. After half a day, the facial features of Ning Daoxuan and Duanjingyu have been more than half smaller, while the facial features of Confucianism are getting bigger and bigger. The strong ancient artistic conception, the words flew up and turned into ancient warriors riding war horses and brandishing gold Ge, rushing to the two masters one by one, spurring a fierce blow, shaking the world and the earth, the two mountains continue to have The mountains collapsed and the water of the Bailu River was about to be dried up. This battle was extremely fierce.
"Keng~~~"
The fairy bone sword conveyed a hot feeling. When I confronted Yang Sichenjue again, I was suppressed again by the fire of chaos and retreated steadily, but there was no way. If I didn’t get out of this head, I would use Yang Sichenjue. His character will definitely wash the academy, not to mention many academy disciples, even if the palm seat is shot, it will be directly smashed by Yang Sichenjue.
"Hahaha, Bu Yixuan!"
Rang Si Chenjue’s eyes were full of fierce light, and he laughed wildly: "Didn’t you crush me on the semi-sacred list? Where is your aura now? Are you not known as the first arrogant of the human race? Now you Where is your youthful pride? You are nothing more than a dead dog. Now I will not only kill you, but also level down your Bailu Academy. What is the right way? If you are the king or the loser, after we destroy you, we will be exiled. It is the right way, and you are just the hypocritical way!"
True Feather Sword Realm erupted with strands of true feather brilliance, and a little bit of the palm power of Rang Si Chenjue was resolved. My brows were furrowed, and there was almost no room for breathing. The continuous intrusion of chaotic fire seemed to make it again. My body fell into a desperate situation.
"Peng——"
Suddenly there was a loud noise in the sky, the glow of the sky was blazing, and a graceful figure fell under the mountains, hitting three green peaks before falling down. It was the senior sister Lin Muzhao, she was dying, and it was not someone else who defeated him, it was her body full of Luo Zhengyang, the immortal state of mind, and the master of Rang Sichenjue, were already a big murderer in the exile.
"Senior Sister Saint!"
Tan Tai Yao and Tang Queran flew out of the White Deer Palace almost at the same time. Tan Tai Yao changed the dust-free birth and death swordsmanship, and blasted out dozens of swords to resist Luo Zhengyang's palm against Lin Muzhao, and Tang Queran She was light and light, and the power of the rules of the wind appeared around her body, and the whole person swept across the broken mountain range like a light smoke, at an astonishing speed, Lin Muzhao was already in her arms.
"Fast speed."
Luo Zhengyang frowned, but the killing intent in his eyes became more intense, and he smiled: "However, do you think you can really escape the hunt of this seat? Dreaming..."
He took a big hand, and suddenly turned into strands of golden glow covering the earth. Under the cover of his palm, Tang Queran was suddenly unable to move, looking at Lin Muzhao with despair in his beautiful eyes: "Senior sister...I move... I can't move..."
Lin Muzhao's breath is weak, and her bright eyes are unbearable: "It's me...I killed you..."
However, at this moment, in the depths of the White Deer Palace, a ray of transcendent aura came from the direction of my Dong Mansion, and then, like a sacred tree blooming, there was a "Boom", the Master of the Dong Mansion. Directly penetrated, a tender golden vine rose into the sky like lightning, wrapped in a kind of grandeur, and slammed into Luo Zhengyang's chest.
Shen Teng Shu, finally shot!
"Huh?!"
After all, Luo Zhengyang is one of the few titled saints in the upper realm. His strength is extraordinary, his perception is not ordinary keen, and he felt that kind of strong aura when the golden vines pierced through the clouds. I couldn't help my palms soaring into the sky, and the whole person was like a gold cast. Thousands of immortal walls were formed in front of him instantly, and he shouted: "Where is the taboo, dare to attack the old man? Kill you!"