The strongest all-around bodyguard

Chapter 802
Immortal Xuanyang recognized this magical weapon at the first sight when he saw the Huangquan Sword, because this Huangquan Sword is so famous. As the deadly enemy of Guimen, every disciple of Longhushan has heard of it. a sword.

After the shock, his face showed relief without sadness or joy, he slapped his hands, the essence and blood all over his body congealed at one point, and he suddenly knelt down towards the void, his body suspended in mid-air.

At this time, he already knew that he was in a desperate situation, but as the elder of Longhu Mountain, even if he died, he would fight hard to drag the other party to the underworld together.

When the Huangquan sword appeared, the surroundings seemed to be flooded with golden mountains, and the blood-brown water slanted like pours, and the humming sound made people panic, feeling that this piece of heaven and earth was moved into the real world in an instant. In hell.

Even Lin Fan in the distance felt a little affected. The ghost energy contained in the Underworld Sword sucked out the vitality of the surrounding residents. I don't know how many people died silently in their sleep.

"What a powerful Huangquan sword, I didn't expect it to appear here, it's just..."

Lin Fan couldn't help being startled. As soon as the Huangquan sword came out, even though he didn't see it, he still felt the deadly breath, filled with wisps of killing intent that exterminated life force, the purest killing intent in the world, just Just leaking a breath, it already makes people feel blood surging.

The surroundings fell into a kind of chaos, one side of the world was misty, running through a long blood-brown river that had sunk the souls of countless water ghosts, the darkness was everywhere, and the mournful howls that sounded from time to time showed the fear of death.

Yin Qi was steaming, resentment was pervasive, and the blood-brown river trembled suddenly, as if it had become a living thing, like a blood-colored python, it rushed towards Xuanyang Master.

Master Xuanyang still knelt on the ground piously, the sky was full of thunder and lightning, and a ray of lightning lit up like a long rainbow, piercing through the sky and reaching directly above his head.

A group of dazzling light flashed, forming a stark contrast with the gloomy surroundings. Two completely different energies collided and eliminated each other in the air, and the sound of violent explosions was endless.

The illusory Yellow Spring stands out, shimmering, and the surrounding colors fade away slowly, full of the meaning of destroying all things. Once anyone touches it, it will immediately turn into pus and melt into the Yellow Spring.

Correspondingly, Master Xuanyang held the nine-turn Thunderbolt Peachwood Sword, and his body was full of thunder, as if he had turned into an ancient thunder god, majestic and majestic, and his eyes were full of judgment.

The lightning and the virtual image of the underworld collided with each other, bursting out violent fluctuations, and a building seemed to have been bombed by a high-strength bomb, and it collapsed, stirring up dust all over the sky.

When the dust cleared, Master Xuanyang and the Nine-Turn Lightning Strike Peachwood Sword were reduced to ashes in the thunder. As a mortal, he used the Peachwood Sword in his hand to use the secret method of Longhu Mountain to attract the thunder of the Ten Thousand Dao Gods into his body. The ashes were wiped out in the thunderous energy explosion.

On the other side, the master of the Ghost Sect was also having a hard time. There was a mournful cry from the Huangquan sword, and a slight cracking sound, and a few cracks appeared on the surface, which turned into a stream of light and re-entered his body.

The master of the ghost gate couldn't help the pain in his heart. The Huangquan sword, like the ghost king flag, suffered great damage at the beginning. Over the years, he has carefully warmed it up and tried his best to heal the cracks on its surface. Physical damage has always existed.

This time, after a fight with Immortal Xuanyang of Longhu Mountain, not only the Ghost King Banner suffered a second injury, but even the Huangquan Sword, which had finally warmed up to a little effect, became as defeated as before.

If the special envoy hadn't been watching from the outside, when the old Taoist priest was desperately trying his best, he would definitely not have played all his cards. You must know that the last hope of the ghost sect's comeback lies not with him, nor with those ghost sect disciples, but It is because of these two instruments that carry a thousand years of accumulation.

As long as he understands these two magic tools and repairs them completely, the resurrection of the ghost gate will not be just an empty slogan, and he will have the real confidence to bargain with the forces behind Ye Mei.

But forced by the situation, he had to play all his cards, otherwise, if the people from Longhu Mountain retreated safely today, he and the Ghost Sect would lose their value of use. This is the saddest helplessness of a declining sect.

After putting away the Huangquan sword, the body of the master of the ghost gate suddenly changed greatly. The whole body was like a mummy whose blood had been sucked dry. The flesh and blood on his body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only skin and bones are left.

Although he defeated his opponent with the Huangquan sword and turned Master Xuanyang into ashes under the backlash of thunder, the master of the ghost gate was also severely injured. At this moment, he barely stood on the spot, not even daring to move his feet. The blood was weakened to the extreme, his hair became dry and pale in an instant, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up, like an old man who was dying.

A disciple behind saw the clue, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the sect master. The current ghost sect master is like swaying withered grass, his body is dangling, and he may fall down at any time.

"What a powerful miscellaneous hair..." The head of the ghost gate secretly said in his heart, if it wasn't for the arrangement in advance, if it wasn't for the Huangquan sword on his body, he might end up in a complete defeat when fighting the opponent this time.

Back then, the Ghost Sect and Longhu Mountain were running side by side, and they were the best for each other. Today, the master of his own sect faced off against the elders of Longhu Mountain, and he only managed to win by relying on the power of magic weapons.

Thinking of this, he sighed infinitely in his heart, and even felt a gnashing hatred for what happened back then. If the six major sects hadn't forced each other hard and the ghost gate had stood for thousands of years, how could it have ended up in such a miserable state.

Looking back at those disciples, the master of the ghost gate couldn't help but feel a little desolate. This is the only power left in the entire ghost gate, and there are only a few dozen people.

Relying on this strength, not to mention killing Longhushan to avenge revenge, I am afraid that even Tianshiguan's next revenge will not be able to resist.

But now is not the time to think about these things, the master of the ghost gate gathered his mind, and told the disciples beside him: "Go inside and see if there are any living stray hairs, cut off the grass and roots, and chop off their heads. Pay homage to my ghost ancestors."

After hearing the order, more than a dozen people came out of the crowd behind them, entered the ruins in front, and searched for the remaining disciples of Longhushan.

This time, I planned to kill people to sacrifice the flag. No matter how difficult the process was, the result was considered satisfactory. The only fly in the ointment was that the elder of Longhu Mountain's teaching skills was old and turned into ashes. prestige.

Therefore, I can only use the heads of those ordinary disciples of Longhushan as substitutes to announce to the practice world that the ghost gate is back.

(End of this chapter)