Embers of Sword

Chapter 212: Black Clothes Sword Qi
"laugh!"

The dark underground of the Ghost Ridge was ignited by a ray of clear sword light.

Xie Xuanyi used his sword energy to deal with Qing Falcon's body. After all, this Yinshen Venerable was a special envoy of the Imperial City Division, and he had too many secrets. Even if he died in a restricted area like the ancient battlefield... it was possible that the Dachu royal family would use secret techniques to find his whereabouts.

The best way to deal with it is to destroy it completely.

The sword energy shredded the remains along with the fire scale armor.

Then the Yuan Fire was sacrificed.

The flames pierced through the darkness, completely reducing the corpse to ashes.

Xie Xuanyi watched the ashes dissipate.

He felt vaguely.

It seemed as if there was a wind blowing across this ancient battlefield, and the ashes from the shattered debris were all flying in one direction.

But soon.

This thought was shattered by a distant roar.

"Boom, boom, boom."

From the dark and gloomy underground abyss, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground could be heard, and there was more than one sound.

Xie Xuanyi frowned and turned around.

His thoughts gathered into a line, and he looked in the direction where the sound came from.

After seeing the scene there clearly.

His face turned pale.

……

……

"Brother Xie, is this the place where the dragon-blooded monster you mentioned is hiding?"

Fang Hang, with his hands behind his back, accompanied by his fellow disciples from Tai Shang Zhai and Xie Sheng, came to a snowy mountain.

The Lilan Mountains are extremely vast.

It took nearly an hour to get here.

"good."

Xie Sheng said sincerely: "Master Zhu's Qi-observing treasure can see the flow of luck. I just wanted to use the geomancy of Xianghuozhai to find a place with good luck, but I never thought that here... I could feel the breath of dragon blood!"

Fang Hang raised his sleeves and summoned out a green and brilliant cave.

In this cave, there are countless densely packed green bamboos, hanging upside down like swords.

The reflection of the green cave sky hangs high above.

Divine light shines down.

The snow-capped mountains are shrouded in green light.

"what……"

Fang Hang narrowed his eyes and sensed an unusual aura.

There is another cave in this snowy mountain. In the belly of the mountain, there is a secret pattern, and the secret pattern contains countless chaotic principles!

However, he didn't see any dragon blood.

"This place is indeed unusual, but where is the dragon blood?"

Fang Hang waved his sleeves to retract the cave and spoke curiously.

"The Qiantian Palace's magical treasure, the Panxuan Mirror, can sense the blood of the Dragonborn."

Yuwen Zhong, the Holy Son of Qiantian Palace, who was standing on the celestial ceiling, standing on a cloud of fire, spoke at this moment.

There is a red mole between his eyebrows.

This red mole is exactly the "Panxuan Mirror".

Qiantian Palace is located in the Western Border. It was built by a great human cultivator a thousand years ago. It is said that this holy place had a close relationship with many great demon cultivators in the past. There was even a great dragon-born who left behind a Taoist tradition... When it comes to sensing dragon blood, no one is better than Qiantian Palace.

"Since Fellow Daoist Yuwen said there is, then I'm afraid there really is a dragon-blood monster here."

Fang Hang narrowed his eyes and whispered, "What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple."

Xie Sheng smiled and said, "There is a secret pattern inside this snowy mountain. I don't know who has locked this secret pattern with 'sword energy'... Obviously, someone has been here many years ago."

Fang Hang nodded slightly.

He has already seen that this snow mountain is a treasure land!
only.

The secret pattern has been blocked!

I don't know what the "person" who came here that year was thinking, but he chose to block this secret place.

"If we want to enter, we must break the secret pattern of sword energy."

Prince Jiangning said in a deep voice: "The noise will surely disturb everyone."

This secret pattern was opened.

The secret realm will appear!
The major forces and big families participating in the Northern Hunt will also be alarmed and rush here.

If there really is a great opportunity, who wouldn't want to have a piece of it?

"So... you want to join forces with the Taoist sect and Qiantian Palace?"

Fang Hang raised his eyebrows and understood what Xie Sheng meant.

"good."

Prince Jiang Ning said in a gentle voice: "Although this mountain is where I am looking for the Qi, the secret treasures in the mountain and the dragon blood monster can be hunted together. As for the final spoils, everyone will divide them according to their abilities... Compared to these, it is more important to seal the snow mountain and prevent outsiders from setting foot here."

If it was Wu Zong, the Qin family and others would come.

The benefits of this secret realm of the snowy mountains must continue to be divided up with others!
"Fellow Daoist Yuwen, what do you think?"

Fang Hang did not agree directly, but looked at the Holy Son of Qiantian Palace beside him.

Yuwen Zhong said calmly, "The Qiantian Palace alone cannot take over this secret realm. If Daozi is willing to cooperate, it would be the best. If there are descendants of dragon blood in this secret realm, I need to take their blood to practice... As for other treasures, I am not interested."

This is why he and Xie Sheng invited the Taoist sect to come!

Taoism is the number one sect in the world!
With the help of Tai Shang Zhai.

Even if the secret realm is opened, who would dare to be the enemy of Taoism?
"The Dao Sect can agree, but there is one condition..."

Fang Hang's eyes gleamed with brilliance, and he said in a deep voice: "You two, if there is a dragon-blood monster in this secret realm, leave it to me. I will kill it with the secret method of Tai Shang Zhai and take off its head... The Taoist sect has been in seclusion for too long, and this time in the Northern Hunt, someone is needed to restore the Taoist sect's reputation!"

Xie Sheng smiled and said, "I'm not interested in the dragon blood monster."

Yuwen Zhong also nodded to show his agreement.

He only wants essence and blood.

The head is not important.

"it is good!"

Fang Hang waved his sleeves and said calmly, "My two Taoist friends, let's go down and take a look together."

Three figures landed in front of the snow mountain together.

The three caves are complete.

Such a show of force was indeed intimidating. The energy emitted by it alone made the surrounding disciples feel unsteady on their feet.

These are almost the three strongest people in this Northern Hunt.

"Why do I feel that the sword energy secret pattern at the entrance to the Snow Mountain Secret Realm looks familiar?"

Yuwen Zhong suddenly spoke.

The Holy Son of Qiantian Palace stared at the sword intent at the entrance to the secret realm.

For some reason, he looked at the prince Jiangning with a strange expression.

"..."

Xie Sheng narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a moment, and his expression turned grim.

"Is this... the sword intention of Dasui Sword Palace?"

Fang Hang, a Taoist priest from Tai Shang Zhai, was well-read and had read the Taoist Canon. He could tell at a glance where the sword belonged.

Precisely.

This is not just the sword intent of the Dasui Sword Palace... this sword intent comes from the Lotus Peak!

This trace of sword intent was like a weed that was plucked out by someone and casually stuck into the snow-capped mountains. No matter how the wind and rain blew and how time eroded it, the sword intent only faded a little.

But it contains the "murderous intent" and the "unruly" arrogance.

More than ten years have passed.

Still clearly visible!

"Thank you Xuanyi!"

Fang Hang said with emotion: "Only Xie Xuanyi's sword intent has such obvious momentum... Is this the sword energy mark left by Xie Xuanyi when he went to the north to hunt?"

At this moment, he finally understood why the expression of the Holy Son of Qiantian Palace was so subtle.

Although Xie Sheng kept saying that, he didn't care about the battle in Xuanshui Cave.

But when he really saw Xie Xuanyi's sword intent.

The expression of this Prince Jiangning did change.

"call……"

Take a deep breath.

It took Xie Sheng more than ten breaths to calm his heart.

He stroked the red dragon mark on his forehead and said quietly, "It seems that this place is really a treasure land. The secret place that made Xie Xuanyi so concerned about it and deliberately gave him the 'Sword Qi Mark'... must have a lot of secrets. Maybe there is a rare treasure in it."

"interesting."

The Saint of Qiantian Palace also grinned: "Could it be that Xie Xuanyi not only hunted a phoenix-blood monster back then, but also raised a dragon descendant in the secret realm?"

"Everyone, does anyone want to try to remove this mark?"

Fang Hang smiled.

He looked at the two geniuses beside him.

It is said that when Xie Xuanyi participated in the Northern Hunt, he had reached the perfect state of cave heaven and rode away from the crowd.

Times have changed.

Ten years later, a great tide of luck poured into Da Chu, and now they are all "perfect in the cave heaven" and the best among men.

In terms of realm.

They are all geniuses at the same level as Xie Xuanyi back then!
Now, seeing the sword mark from ten years ago...

The intention of comparison will naturally arise.

"..."

Fang Hang actually said this deliberately for Xie Sheng to hear, but Prince Jiangning did not react and just stood there watching.

"Removing the mark, how difficult is that? Let me try!"

Yuwen Zhong, the Holy Son of Qiantian Palace, laughed.

He has always been very interested in Xie Xuanyi.

The world is changing, and the legendary figures of the last golden age have passed away... This time when he participated in the Northern Hunt, he wanted to fight with Xie Zhen, the disciple of Xie Xuanyi.

No matter what.

They failed to meet on the cloud ship, and then an accident happened.

Now, this sword energy mark has fulfilled his wish.

Fang Hang took a step back.

This Taoist monk Tai Shang Zhai, although seemingly untainted by worldly affairs and with a pure heart, is actually not stupid.

He could have suggested that the three of them work together to quickly shatter the sword energy mark.

But he didn’t do that…

During this Northern Hunt, all the various forces met for the first time and were not familiar with each other.

The information that Fangyuanfang can purchase with Yuanshi can only be viewed as a glance and should not be taken seriously.

Which saint would write his trump card on the case file of Fangyuanfang?

If you want to truly understand a person, you need to "see is believing".

slam-la-

A strong wind suddenly blew in front of the snow mountain.

Yuwen Zhong took a step forward, a strange light flashing between his brows. His red robe fluttered in the wind. At this moment, he instantly entered a state of tranquility. He gathered his vital energy, aimed at the sword energy formation at the entrance to the secret realm, and punched out!
"boom!"

A dragon roar erupted under the impact of Yu Wenzhong's fist.

Faintly, one can see a cave, like a real dragon, perched above the head of the Holy Son of Qiantian Palace!
It is said that the Qiantian Palace has the Taoist teachings of the Dragonborn Great Venerable, which is probably true.

This human genius stepped forward, and from extreme stillness to extreme movement, he punched through the wind and snow with just one punch.

The force of this punch was extremely heavy.

Xie Xuanyi left behind a wisp of sword energy.

Then he, Yuwen Zhong, would fight back with his fists.

He doesn't take advantage of his old friends!

This punch hit the sword energy at the entrance of the secret realm array heavily!

The sword energy that Xie Xuanyi left behind that year, which was slanted and stood like a weed, was instantly knocked to the ground by the blast.

But the next moment.

The sword energy instantly bounced back, sensing the attack, and rushed towards the enemy.

"?"

Yu Wenzhong's pupils contracted. At this moment, he seemed to see a man in black rushing towards him.

This wisp of sword energy not only contains the almost complete sword art of Xie Xuanyi back then!

It also contains Xie Xuanyi's thoughts and spirit!
This murderous thought impacted the spirit of the Holy Son of Qiantian Palace.

Yuwen Zhong's face suddenly turned three shades paler.

He stared at the black-shirted figure walking towards him with a sword. He knew it was just an illusion...

but.

It was clearly just a lingering regret left over from several years ago.

When Mingming stayed, he was in the same perfect state as himself.

Why!

Why can you still put so much pressure on yourself? !
Yu Wenzhong had a premonition.

If you take it lightly and try to confront this sword energy head-on, it will definitely bring you into great trouble.

At this point, he no longer hesitated.

The Saint of Qiantian Palace roared in a low voice: "You two, work together to remove the mark!"

(End of this chapter)