Immortal Sword Pavilion

Chapter 393 Nascent Soul Arrives (Please Subscribe, Recommend)
shhhhhh...

Eighteen emerald green long swords pierced the sky, stirring up infinite sword energy in the vertical and horizontal, giving people a sense of overwhelming.

Just looking at it, there is a sharp intention to cut the skin.

It seems that if you look at it for a longer time, just that sharp light can make yourself cut into pieces.

"This sword is acceptable!"

Watching the eighteen long swords gather together to form sword shadows all over the sky, Zhou Yu pointed out in admiration.

The Qingming sword whizzed away immediately.

While the blade was still in the air, streams of sword energy condensed out, but at the next moment, there was a roar of dragon roar.

I saw the condensed sword energy suddenly spread out, and a huge blue and white dragon rose into the sky immediately.

Keng, Keng, Keng...

The sound of violent metal collisions swept madly between the two with one after another violent energy at this moment.

The seemingly unstoppable emerald green sword shadows all over the sky were like powerless stones. Once they landed on the blue and white giant dragon, they bounced away weakly.

"Broken!" Zhou Yu chuckled.

As the sound came out, three emerald green long swords were seen, and the giant dragon transformed by the Qing Ming sword was holding one in his hand.

Click!

In just one breath, it suddenly shattered.

With a flick of the dragon's tail, like a sky pillar, it made a loud noise in the air, causing the emerald magic sword, which had no time to dodge, to fly away again.

"Pfft!" The dharma sword was destroyed, and the disciple of Qianzhu Peak immediately flushed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He never expected that his sword formation would be defeated just as soon as Fang met.

This person is obviously just a seemingly ordinary Golden Core Realm cultivator.

Why is it so terrifying beyond the comprehension of the way of the sword.

"Liuxu sword burial!" With that in mind, the man's eyes widened, as if he was insane, he shook a little far away.

Keng!
With a cry of mourning, seven emerald green flying swords suddenly burst open in the emerald green light.

Like the willow catkins beside the spring breeze river, the frenzied sword energy whizzed towards it seemingly slowly but actually extremely fast.

"Crossing the spring breeze overnight is no match for a hundred flowers blooming." Seeing catkins flying across the sky, Zhou Yu raised his hand and waved it.

call!
I saw the blue and white sword dragon disintegrate suddenly, turning into streaks of sword energy, flying towards the catkins all over the sky.

And these blue and white cold sword qi, in the midst of howling, the sword light on it turned into a crimson color, like a flame, filling the entire void in an instant.

puff!

Under the crimson sword aura, those catkin-like sword auras began to disintegrate and melt.

It is impossible to go beyond Zhou Yu's body within ten feet.

"Although this man is a swordsman, he is not specialized. This sword array looks fierce, but in fact it is taking the path of overwhelming others. Compared with those Baoxiu who rely on the power of magic weapons, it is not much different. It is time it's over."

With that thought in mind, the Qing Ming Sword whizzed away amidst the scarlet sword energy all over the sky.

Rumble!
Wherever it passed, the sound of rolling thunder was set off, causing the emerald green sword energy that had receded to be rushed out of a long sword path.

Through that path of the sword, one could see that the person before him was running away with his flying sword.

This person looked at death as home just now, and his desperate appearance was just a disguise.

"It's enough to perform this routine once." Zhou Yu said in a low voice.

I saw a sword light slashing across, and in the panic of that person, he blew two flying swords again violently.

As a violent air wave lifted, the disciple of Qianzhu Peak flew frantically into the distance with his broken arm in his arms, blood spilling into the sky.

"Do you know why I didn't kill him?" Seeing this, Zhou Yu was not disappointed at all, but asked lightly.

"I don't know." The Heavenly Stem Guard stood aside. As a puppet, although he had high intelligence, it was only for fighting.

"It's nothing more than needing this person to lead the way. If there are too many of them, one person will have to take care of him. How can my sword energy be so easily dodged?" As soon as the words fell, Qing Mingjian turned back .

The blade of his sword swayed slightly, as if he was a little annoyed that he failed to cut the enemy.

"There will be another chance for you to make a move." Zhou Yu chuckled.

Immediately raised his hand and took it back to the five-element sword box in Dantian Qihai to warm it up.

As the sound fell, the Xingyao Sword under his seat immediately chased after the fleeing person.

……

in a valley.

Five Qianzhu Peak disciples were sitting cross-legged at the moment, and each of them had a flying sword floating in front of them.

On the flying sword, there are streaks of blood-red sword energy continuously deriving from it.

As soon as Fang appeared, these blood-colored sword qi all sank into an altar among the five people.

I saw a naked man sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar.

Outside this person's body, there are large and small runes all over. These runes are constantly devouring the bloody sword energy, as if they are offering sacrifices to the sword.

Every time a sword qi was swallowed, a smear of blood emerged from that pale body.

hum!
At a certain moment, the bloody sword energy above the entire altar was swallowed up in an instant.

Like a whale swallowing the sea, these bloody sword qi were refined by the naked man almost in the blink of an eye.

I saw the bloody runes on it flashed past and began to gradually dissipate.

Through the bronze-like skin, one can clearly see that these blood-colored runes form the meridians of this person.

Bang!
However, within a few breaths, the sound of a surging heartbeat suddenly came out.

"Please divide your soul." Seeing this, one of the five people, a disciple of Qianzhu Peak, immediately shouted.

As the sound came out, outside the five people, two Qianzhu Peak disciples guarding here, one of them immediately took out a snow-white bead from his bosom.

As soon as the snow-white bead appeared, it flew out of the man's hand and flew towards the naked man on the altar.

The next moment, the five people outside the altar tapped their eyebrows together, and five drops of blood appeared.

shhhhhh...

The moment the blood bead emerged, it suddenly sank into the snow-white bead, and a bloody brilliance flashed.

The palm-sized bead immediately melted into the brow space of the naked man.

hum!
Almost at the moment when the snow-white bead merged with the naked man on the altar, there was an astonishing sword energy, which roared from the man, forming a golden sword pillar.

In this pillar, one can see streaks of spiritual light crazily sinking into the man's body at this moment.

This scene only lasted for ten breaths before it suddenly dissipated.

The golden sword pillar rolled back in an instant and turned into a golden robe, which was draped over the man on the altar.

At the same time, the man on the altar suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

A spiritual pressure different from that of the Jindan realm suddenly swept out from this person at this moment.

"Welcome Uncle Jin." As the man opened his eyes, the seven people present immediately shouted in unison.

(End of this chapter)