The invincible king of the city

Chapter 551 The Return of the King

Wuming clutched his broken arm, blood flowed out between his fingers, the giant golden Buddha behind him also had a broken arm, and the brilliance around him gradually dimmed.

However, he was laughing, "Jian Jiuming benefactor, you lost."

Jian Jiuming had no expression on his face, he did not deny it, and sighed, "Yes, I broke my promise."

The long sword behind him was already in his hand, and he drew it.

After all, he still underestimated the power of Wuming and the majesty of the Demon-Suppressing Buddha.

However, the moment he drew his sword, the power of the Demon Suppressing Buddha was completely suppressed.

A sword at will, an arm is broken!
Today, he already has the qualifications to challenge Kunlun's number one sword god!
Wuming coughed up blood and fell down uncontrollably. A group of monks surrounded him in pain and caught him.

"I won't kill you, as compensation for my broken promise." Jian Jiuming stood in the air, looking down indifferently, holding the sword, he showed his sharpness, as if he had transformed himself into a giant sword that traversed the world, majestic and majestic!
"However, other people will die, and the Daming Temple will also disappear. All this is because you are stupid and defend that evil that will eventually die in our hands."

Jie Kong and the other three surrounded the abbot, with resentful expressions on their faces, "We must not let them succeed, otherwise it will be very bad luck for Benefactor Lin to come out!"

"If his father hasn't left... Alas!" Someone sighed, "We can only rely on ourselves."

"We still have hope."

Jierou stood up with Jiegang's support, with determination in her eyes.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their bodies shook, "Yes, we still have hope!"

"Array!"

Jie Rou gave an order, and Jie Gang and Jie Kong came behind him, standing in a triangle shape.

Afterwards, dozens of Daming Temple disciples surrounded them, forming a larger triangle.

"Trinity Demon Slayer Array!"

Jian Jiuming held a long sword, his expression was indifferent, and the corner of his mouth raised a disdainful arc, "Can you block the power of my sword?"

Nameless sat cross-legged in the center of the triangle, supporting his broken body, coughing up blood under everyone's worried eyes, "Let me be the eye of the formation."

"But, Abbot..." Jie Kong frowned.

Wuming waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, my old bones can still hold on."

The stronger the formation eye, the stronger the power of the formation.

Although Wuming was seriously injured, why not all of them?
When the formation was completed, a golden light shot up into the sky, dazzling and dazzling, exuding a solemn and solemn atmosphere, trying to smash all evil spirits and heretics.

"Sect Master Jian, please take action." Hua Mingyue looked at Jian Jiuming and smiled faintly, as if she didn't notice this large formation that made monsters fearful.

Jian Jiuming slowly raised the long sword. On the blade, a cold silver light flowed, filled with sharpness and sharpness, and the surrounding air became distorted.

He pointed his sword at the sky, and the sword glow surged, as if he wanted to cut the sky and the earth.

Cut down with a sword, and the cold light exploded!

"Everyone must persevere!"

Nameless has only one hand left, standing upright on his chest, with an extremely firm expression, releasing power by squeezing life.

Jie Kong and the three were heartbroken and roared loudly, at the cost of their own potential, they burst out with power beyond themselves.

The rest of the Daming Temple disciples were affected by the emotions of the four strong men, put aside all concerns, and shared the same hatred.

The sword light poured down like a torrential rain, and everyone trembled violently.

The golden light at the outermost edge of the town was easily shattered, several monks were severely injured, and their life and death were unknown.

"Damn it!"

They were about to burst into tears, their eyes were red, and their eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.

"The power of the fifth level of the Divine Realm is beyond what you can imagine." Hua Mingyue snorted coldly with disdain, "The later the level, the harder it is to improve, but every level up brings a qualitative leap."

At this moment, the Exorcism Tower suddenly emitted a humming sound like a metal stone hitting, which was deafening.

A soft radiance shot out from the tower, covering Wuming and the others.

"The Great Formation and the Exorcism Tower have resonated, Amitabha, it is helping us!"

Everyone looked devout and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Sure enough, a more intense and pure Buddhist power diffused out, filling the gap opened by Jian Jiuming.

"Now, the Trinity Demon Slayer Array is stronger than ever!"

Everyone was shocked, and the Exorcist Tower brought them hope.

"That's it, do you think you can fight against me?" Jian Jiu's old eyes were like ancient wells, and the attack from the Exorcism Tower did not shake his state of mind at all.

With the sound of the last word, the light on the long sword in his hand soared, and an extremely fierce sword intent permeated the audience.

Everyone's pupils contracted and their bodies trembled.They saw a giant sword standing up to the sky, and it seemed to be able to cut off everything, including the sky and the earth!

"A miraculous sword!"

Jian Jiuming shouted lightly, he slashed in the air, and the giant sword fell.

"With the help of the Exorcist Tower, we will not lose!"

Wuming looked very dignified and encouraged everyone.

"We will not lose!"

A group of disciples yelled, draining the last trace of strength from their bodies to strengthen the formation.

The moment the giant sword touched the formation, the sword light raged, and the golden light scattered.

Everyone exhausted their last bit of strength and barely blocked the sword.However, the formation also collapsed.

Everyone vomited blood one after another, fell to the ground and panted, so weak that they could no longer stand up.

But Jian Jiuming still stood in the void, pointing his sword at the ground, with a proud expression on his face.

"The suzerain god is majestic, we will follow forever!"

The top ten sword servants knelt on one knee, their eyes filled with fanatical admiration.

Hua Mingyue also looked at Jian Jiuming with a smile, with a touch of awe in her eyes, "Master Jian, I hope you can attend the selection ceremony for the new head of Baihuamen."

Jian Jiuming said indifferently: "After today, I will devote myself to hitting a higher realm, but I can send people there."

Hua Mingyue looked happy, bowed and smiled: "Thank you, Sovereign!"

"Now, end them and get rid of the ants in the tower." Jian Jiuming said indifferently, as if what he was about to do was a trivial matter.

"Please suzerain take action!" Hua Mingyue said sincerely.

With one hand behind his back, Jian Jiuming lightly waved the silver sword, and said indifferently: "It's an honor for you to die by my sword."

A group of monks sat cross-legged, clasped their hands together, and closed their eyes. They had prepared themselves for death.

Wuming made a weak but calm voice: "Amitabha, there is no joy in life, and no fear in death. Sword benefactor, please do it."

"Sword benefactor, please do it!"

A group of monks followed suit, and a tragic mood rippling through the audience.

At this moment, the gate of the Exorcism Tower opened, and a figure slowly appeared in front of everyone.

"Are you finally willing to come out?" Jian Jiuming looked at him indifferently, and instantly changed the direction of his sword move, "Then you go to die!"

"You said... I will die?"

The man raised his head, a pair of golden pupils were as indifferent as an abyss.

The next moment, Jian Jiuming's pupils shrank suddenly, and this man appeared in front of him instantly, with sharp claws piercing through his body!
(End of this chapter)