From the fake emperor to the concubine

Jian Shisan's knuckles were already broken, blood was flowing down the hilt, leaving hideous blood lines on the silver-white blade. His fingers were shaking uncontrollably, and every tremor affected the wound, causing excruciating pain.

Although the newly taken out flying sword has not broken yet, the dense cracks on the sword body spread like a spider web, refracting tiny spots of light in the sunlight, and it is obviously no longer usable.

Jian Shisan threw the broken sword to the ground. He slowly took out a spare flying sword from his storage bag. The cold light on the blade reflected the bitter corners of his mouth: "This is the last one."

In his decades of cultivation, Jian Shisan had never encountered such a tough battle. The extra flying swords he had prepared in the past were just a result of his cautious nature. Who could have expected that he would be pushed to the end of his rope today? "Zheng Yi stared at the monster in the distance, and his voice suddenly cut through the solemn air: "Do you have any other magic weapons of the same kind? As long as we try again, we should be able to defeat this monster."

Liehuo turned his head abruptly upon hearing this, and a few beads of sweat fell from the ends of his hair. He rolled his eyes at Zheng Yi, and even the scar on his eyebrow twisted: "Do you think this kind of magic weapon is a piece of cabbage? You can easily take out dozens or hundreds of them? No more!"

Zheng Yi wrinkled his nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He had no hope in the first place and was just asking casually.

Failure to block the evil energy means facing an immortal monster.

Zheng Yi's thumb gently stroked the small sword in his palm that was as smooth as jade. This was his biggest trump card in the Cang Yan Realm.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided not to use it.

Now is not the time.

The battle situation changed rapidly. The monster suddenly jumped up, and its one eye, which was stained with evil spirit, locked onto Qiu Miaoyin.

Its broken arm stretched out strangely, and the claws on its fingertips emitted a sharp cold light.

First, get rid of her, a relatively weaker auxiliary. No matter how strong the remaining people are, they will be worn out by him sooner or later.

Yi stood in front of Qiu Miaoyin without hesitation, his clothes rustling in the strong wind.

He tried his best and swung the Emperor's Sword at the monster.

"When the emperor is angry, millions of corpses will be killed!" The shadows of thousands of cavalrymen appeared in the sword energy, carrying the murderous aura of conquest on the battlefield.

This sword not only represents power, but also carries the destiny of a dynasty.

However, reality is always cruel. The one-eyed monster is supported by the magic energy of the Eye Demon, and Zheng Yi cannot easily contend with it.

The powerful sword energy was torn apart easily like thin paper, and Zheng Yi flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Click!

Zheng Yi paid the price of breaking his arm, but only made the monster retreat half a step.

The monster did not give its prey a chance to breathe. Its rotten paws stomped across the scorched earth, leaving a mark of corrosion with every step.

The target is still Qiu Miaoyin.

When Liehuo wielded the Lihuo Sword and attacked with flames all over the sky, the monster didn't even bother to look back. The flames directly engulfed the monster and burned its entire body black.
But under the nourishment of the demonic energy, he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. This terrifying regeneration ability made the experienced Lihuo Sect Master stand there in shock.

"This, this, this..." Liehuo's voice was stuck in his throat.

Zheng Yi covered his arm and felt a pain in his head. The recovery speed of this thing was even more amazing than his Immaculate Human Emperor Body.

A string on Qiu Miaoyin's pipa suddenly broke. She looked at the monster approaching step by step, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the two words "Tianyin" on the case of the instrument - these were carved by her master before he passed away.

"Zheng!" The broken string suddenly vibrated spontaneously, making a clear sound. Qiu Miaoyin's pupils shrank suddenly. This was the spiritual power of the Tianyin Pipa that had been passed down for thousands of years to protect its master.

Just when Qiu Miaoyin was about to fight to the death, a slightly difficult spell sounded: "Money comes from all directions, and treasures are gathered from all over the world!".

The air on the battlefield suddenly rippled with golden ripples. The space magic weapon hanging on Qiu Miaoyin's waist moved without wind, and thousands of gold coins poured out as if summoned.

These gold coins interweave into a dazzling golden light curtain under the sunlight.

The gold coins collided with each other, making crisp sounds, and layer upon layer they formed a flowing barrier in front of Qiu Miaoyin.

The moment the monster's sharp bone spikes hit the golden wall, the piercing sound of metal twisting made people's teeth ache. The flying gold coin fragments drew dazzling trajectories in the air. Some turned into gold powder and dissipated in mid-air, while more of them circled and turned like living things, filling the gaps in the defense again.

Feng Tianji walked over calmly as if he was attending a banquet.

He was playing with a special purple gold coin in his right hand, with his left hand behind his back, and the hem of his black robe embroidered with gold thread swept across the scorched earth. The Red Dust Master's gaze lingered on the gold coin fragments on the ground for a moment, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly?
These are all real gold. Many of them may not be able to be recovered and refined, which is a pity.

"You guys are having a really lively fight."

Feng Tianji's voice was full of unique mercenary smoothness, and the purple gold coin on his fingertips suddenly froze: "It seems that we have missed a lot of good things."

As he spoke, his eyes were always fixed on the monster, with a shrewd calculation flashing in the depths of his pupils.

Meng Feiyang followed closely behind, holding his precious sword. The ice crystals on the scabbard reflected a cold light. This casual cultivator, who was famous for his fast sword, was tense all over at this moment, like a fully drawn bow.

His eyes were fixed on the seriously injured Jian Shisan, filled with a strong desire to fight.

The last footsteps of the old monk were so light that they were almost inaudible. His skinny fingers twisted a string of mottled bodhi seeds, and wherever his ordinary gray monk shoes stepped on, the charred land seemed to be full of life.

When his gaze fell on the monster, a trace of compassion flashed in his turbid eyes - that was the realization that all living beings are suffering.

"Amitabha." The old monk's clasped hands were full of traces of time, but his voice was as clear as a bell.

Qiu Miaoyin's fingers were still on the broken string, blood dripping down the instrument case. She looked at the three people who suddenly appeared, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed a little. Feng Tianji's gold coins bought her precious time, and at this moment, the last melody of "Nine Heavens Attracting Phoenix" was condensing and taking shape on the pipa.

"Master Feng has arrived at the right time." Liehuo wiped the blood off his face, and the flame on the Lihuo sword became noticeably dimmer.

"If you were a little later, you would have been able to collect our bodies in time. No, if you were a little later, you would have become a delicious meal for this monster."

It was obvious that the two of them didn't get along. Even though the other person's appearance could be considered as saving himself, Liehuo didn't have any good attitude towards this guy.

Feng Tianji didn't care about Liehuo's ridicule at all. He laughed a few times, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out: "It's good to catch up..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a piercing chill on his side.

Meng Feiyang's fighting spirit burst out like substance.

But the problem is that this guy Meng Feiyang was actually going for Jian Shisan!

Feng Tianji turned his head suddenly and saw that the swordsman's right hand was already on the hilt of the sword. His always lazy eyes were now frighteningly bright, and he looked at Jian Shisan like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

They were both the same type of people, martial arts madmen. Feng Tianji knew the morals of these sword cultivators too well. In order to pursue the ultimate in swordsmanship, they didn't care about anything else.

What kind of situation is this? With the extraterritorial demon in front of him, this guy actually wanted to attack Jian Shisan.

"Meng Feiyang, are you fucking crazy? Don't you see where you are now? Just calm down!" Feng Tianji's voice changed with anger.

It was not a big problem to want to compete with Jian Shisan, after all, he was the number one swordsman in the Eastern Wasteland. I don't know how many people dreamed of fighting with Jian Shisan or asking him for advice.

But now is not the time to do this, okay?

The challenge was blocked, and Meng Feiyang frowned. He took a deep breath and suppressed the boiling fighting spirit.

"Anyway, let's just kill this monster first, right?"

The sword was unsheathed with a clang, and the Frost Sword drew a cold arc of light in the sunlight.

Meng Feiyang's figure seemed to merge with the sword, transforming into a streak of light that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the monster, so fast that not even an afterimage was left.

As the monster raised its arm to block, Meng Feiyang's sword moves had changed seven times. The tip of the sword hit the scales, making a crisp sound like rain hitting banana leaves, and each sword hit the same spot accurately.

While the monster was resisting this wave of attacks, Meng Feiyang had already circled behind it like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he slashed more than a hundred times with his sword. The sword light was like a waterfall, covering the monster in a silver-white light curtain.

The speed was so fast that even Jian Shisan had to praise: "What a fast sword!"

He subconsciously touched the hilt of his sword. He hadn't seen such a pure swordsman for a long time.

Liehuo couldn't help but be shocked: "This is, the fast sword Meng Feiyang, right?"

Said "This kid's strength is totally different from the last time I saw him."

Liehuo deliberately squinted at Jian Shisan with a mischievous smile on his face, and poked Jian Shisan's arm with the hilt of his sword: "How is it, do you feel the pressure? With this kid's growth rate, he might surpass you in no time. By then, your title of the number one swordsman in the East Wasteland will probably be taken by someone else."

Jian Shisan's hands were no longer shaking, and the wound on his palm looked hideous, but it was actually just a flesh wound.

He gently shook off the blood on the hilt, his eyes always following Meng Feiyang's sword path: "This kid is not bad, but he still has a long way to go."

"Also, don't just stand there and watch the show, go over and help him, he can't hold on any longer."

Although Meng Feiyang's attack was fierce, he could not cause any fatal damage to the monster. Moreover, after just a few dozen breaths, the monster had completely adapted to Meng Feiyang's speed.

Jian Shisan was the first to rush forward, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. His sword moves seemed simple, but he could always block the monster's killing moves just right. The two sword cultivators, one fast and one steady, actually formed a subtle coordination in a short period of time.

Jian Shisan's voice was particularly clear amid the flashes of swords and sabers: "Meng Feiyang, your swordsmanship is very good, but you have fallen into a misunderstanding."

Meng Feiyang's pupils suddenly contracted. He saw Jian Shisan suddenly attack with seven or eight swords, so fast that even the afterimage blurred into a piece of white light, which was three times faster than his famous skill "Flowing Light and Shadow".

What’s even more terrifying is that in such a fierce attack, each sword strike seems to cause little damage to the monster.

But if these positions were placed on humans, they would basically be fatal injuries.

In the blink of an eye, Jian Shisan's attack was over. Piao took three steps back, just in time to avoid the venom sprayed by the monster.

The dark green liquid fell to the ground, corroding the rocks into honeycomb-like holes.

Then the man and the sword attacked again, but this time the speed was much slower, as if it had suddenly fallen into a quagmire. It was because of the sudden change in speed that the monster misjudged the timing when defending.

"Puchi!" The sound of the long sword piercing the eyeball made people's teeth ache. The monster let out a shrill howl, and dark green pus and blood gushed out along the blade.

Jian Shisan pulled back with ease, as if the thrilling attack just now was just a piece of cake.

Meng Feiyang's breathing became heavy.

Since half a year ago, his swordsmanship had indeed reached a bottleneck. No matter how hard he practiced, he was unable to improve much.

Now it seems that we have fallen into the misunderstanding of blindly pursuing speed, just as the other party said.

If someone else said this, Meng Feiyang would definitely sneer.

However, these words came from the number one swordsman in the Eastern Wasteland, Jian Shisan.

Not only did the other party explain it, he also demonstrated it to him personally.

"Thank you, senior." Meng Feiyang's voice was a little hoarse.

He was not as eager to verify his new understanding as usual, but instead took Meng Feiyang's words to heart.

Although his instructions to Meng Feiyang were brief, they brought about subtle changes in the battle situation. The encirclement that was originally tight now revealed a flaw.

"Jian Shisan, this guy is not a nephew of your sect, why are you saying so much!" Liehuo dodged the monster's claws in a panic, and the flame on the Lihuo Sword had dimmed like a candle in the wind. His robe was torn in three places, and bloody scars were faintly visible.

The monster was indeed extremely powerful. Despite being besieged by Jian Shisan, Liehuo, Meng Feiyang and Feng Tianji, it was still able to handle it with ease. Every time it swung its claws, it would force one person to retreat in a hurry.

Of course, the strong one is not the monster itself, but the extraterritorial demon behind it that blocks out the sky and the sun.

In the sky, the huge single eye continuously dropped red mist-like demonic energy, controlling the monster's every move like a puppet.

Those demonic energies can not only heal wounds, but also provide monsters with endless power.

"Amitabha!" Master Zhenjing, who had been standing quietly watching the battle, suddenly took a step forward.

The skinny fingers twisted the Bodhi seeds, and the long gray eyebrows trembled in the wind.

The old monk's voice was not loud, but it seemed to echo directly in everyone's heart: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back before you can return."

In an instant, the entire battlefield was enveloped by a golden Buddha light. This light was neither dazzling nor scorching, but rather cool like morning dew.

The monster suddenly let out a shrill wail, and the red light in its single eye flickered violently. Wisps of black smoke began to emerge from the parts of its body that were illuminated by the Buddha's light.

The demonic energy that was floating down was also completely dispelled by the Buddha's light. (End of this chapter)