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Chapter 480: Holy Wilderness
"Xi Xuan, I never thought your disciples would have such an opportunity to receive the Immortal Evil Emperor's inheritance. Manghuang almost turned the entire battlefield upside down but still couldn't find it. If this continues, your Heavenly Sword Holy Land will obtain many secret techniques. Its prosperity is just around the corner."

Just as Xi Xuan and Tu Ye were about to block the door and fight, a burst of laughter interrupted their conversation. An old man in a white Taoist robe with white hair and beard suddenly appeared not far away.

After hearing this voice, Xi Xuan's expression changed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "King Shenghuang!"

Everyone else also looked over when they heard the sound.

The old man had white hair and a youthful face, and his complexion was rosy. He gave people a gentle and elegant feeling. He did not show any of the style of a powerful king. Instead, he looked like a great scholar in the secular world who was well-read in poetry and books.

Xi Xuan put away the Tianji Thunder Sword in his hand and said with regret: "It seems that there is no chance to kill the king today. You are so lucky."

"you……"

King Shenhuang was furious and looked at Xi Xuan with murderous intent.

Xi Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to King Shenhuang, and instead looked at King Shenghuang, the strongest of the five powerful kings in the Zhantian Holy Land.

"Brother Xi Xuan, why didn't you tell me that you were visiting? Let me show my hospitality." King Shenghuang said with a smile on his face.

Xi Xuan curled his lips and said, "After a hundred years of not seeing you, I didn't expect you to still be so hypocritical. So, are you here to steal my opportunity as a disciple?"

Xi Xuan deliberately emphasized the word "disciple" in order to mock King Shenghuang for bullying the weak and being a hypocrite.

"Or do you want to fight me? We have fought many times in the past thousand years and know each other well. It seems that you are no match for me."

The smile on King Shenghuang's face suddenly froze, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"You have mastered the Prison Control Heart Sutra and have reached the realm of controlling the void sound and lightning, and the five thunderbolts. You are indeed formidable. However, this is a battlefield, not your Heavenly Sword Holy Land. Manghuang, come out and see who has intercepted your opportunity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the void on one side suddenly rippled, and the void cracked, and a female warrior appeared, stepping on the space storm.

Zhong Lin also raised his eyebrows slightly. He naturally knew about the King of the Wilderness, and he was well-known when he was in the Falling Star Islands. After all, Long Zhao had gritted his teeth at this man more than once, wishing to peel off his skin, peel off his flesh, and eat his blood.

It was this person who destroyed the Zhenhai Sect overnight, but no one expected that it was a female warrior.

Tu Ye also stepped to Xi Xuan's side, his expression becoming serious.

Three to two.

Not easy to do.

"Xi Xuan, long time no see. I wonder if the three of us can keep all of you, the Jiange lineage, here today?"

The King of Manghuang smiled sweetly, and when he glanced at Zhong Lin, there was a hint of murderous intent between his brows.

"Hahaha, you want to keep our Jiange lineage?"

Xi Xuan smiled lightly: "It might be difficult with the strength of the three of you!"

Xi Xuan is fearless.

There are four powerful kings in the Holy Land of Heavenly Sword, why is he the only Elder Tian Xing?
You must know that Elder Tian Xing is in charge of the sect's punishments and is the most purely violent organization. How can he win the support of the people without sufficient strength?

Besides Xi Xuan's immense strength, another factor was the presence of an Imperial Weapon on Jiange Mountain. With the Heavenly Fate Imperial Weapon in hand, if a fight of life and death came, no one besides the Sect Master would be his match.

"Haha, haha, Xi Xuan, after three thousand years, you are still the same, still so arrogant."

The Manghuang King's eyes shone coldly, "Your disciple killed a true disciple of my holy land. True disciples are the foundation of our sect. They have already reached the perfection of the Life and Death Realm and are about to break through to Nirvana. They are the best in our Zhantian Holy Land. This kind of loss is something no sect can afford. He... must die."

"Hahaha, what a loss? A cultivator at the Life and Death Realm was killed by a warrior at the Yin and Yang Realm with a single blow. It's fine if such a loser dies, but maybe it will also reduce the number of good-for-nothings for your War Heaven Holy Land."

Xi Xuan's tone was full of sarcasm, and his pride was evident in his words.

"Don't flatter yourself. You're just trying to steal my apprentice's opportunity. The Immortal Evil Emperor's legacy has been in the battlefield for thousands of years, and you haven't found it. My apprentice has just arrived and has obtained the legacy. This is clearly destiny. You want to steal his opportunity? No way. We at the Heavenly Sword Holy Land are no pushovers."

King Shenghuang said coldly, "Xi Xuan, let's be frank. The Immortal Evil Emperor's inheritance is of great importance and we can't let you take it away. We can give up the martial arts, but the Form and Spirit Sect must remain. You are indeed very powerful, but if the three of us join forces, we must capture you. Even if we can't keep you, it will be easy to kill one of your disciples."

Xi Xuan's expression turned cold. "Really? Then let's see who dies first."

With a grab of the void with his right hand, a golden halo suddenly appeared in the sky, and then suddenly expanded, and actually gathered into a portal similar to a teleportation array.

The gate opened wide, and a terrifying and heart-pounding sword intent emanated from it.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Sword lights flew out from the gate, densely packed, like a brilliant meteor shower.
A spectacular scene appeared in the entire void.

I saw sword lights flying in the air continuously, as if responding to some call. The strong sword energy cut the sea of clouds in the sky into pieces, and the sky became clear.

"Red Cloud, Purple Sun, Snow Clear, Heaven's Wrath, Melting Wind..."

Zhong Lin looked at the swords in the sky and skillfully said the names of these swords. The shock in his eyes almost solidified.

As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, how could he not know the names of these swords?

There are some special books in the Sutra Library that record these swords and the deeds of their owners. These swords were left behind by the disciples of the Sword Pavilion from generation to generation. Each sword represents the path that a sword cultivator has pursued throughout his life. Zhong Lin has spent a long time studying this.

A warrior's natal weapon is extremely special, and a sword cultivator regards the sword as his life. When he has comprehended the way of the sword to a certain extent, he is both the man and the sword, and the sword is the man, and the two are inseparable by blood.

So after the death of these sword masters, these magic swords will just stay quietly on Jiange Mountain, so Jiange has another name.

Sword Tomb!

What Zhong Lin didn't expect was that these divine swords were summoned by his master from billions of miles away as a means of attack.

Moreover, due to the special nature of sword cultivation, these spiritual swords are extremely spiritual and each has its own characteristics.

For example, the Chixia Sword has a violent temperament, the Ziyang Sword is a modest gentleman, and the Rongfeng Sword is a graceful lady. Its former owner was also a peerless fairy.

But no matter what its temperament is, each sword is aloof and will never be in the hands of outsiders.

Zhong Lin's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"How did Master do it?"

(End of this chapter)