The Arrogant Alchemist

Chapter 459 Wrath of the King (2)
With a crisp sound of "squeak", the sword net was torn apart, and at the same time, those extremely fast wind blades also hit the old man's chest.

The old man stuck the silver long sword across his chest, and the cold air and the wind blade collided with each other. Gradually, the frost on the sword became thinner and thinner, but the wind blade in the middle-aged man's hand seemed endless.

The young man raised his staff again, and another wave of terrorist attacks bombarded the Spirit Sword Pavilion.

A gleam of resentment flashed across the old man's eyes, he let out a loud shout, and threw away the long sword in his hand.The sword seemed to be alive, standing in the air, floating in mid-air and slowly rotating, spinning out waves of sword energy, blending into the large formation of the guards, and contending with that attack.

But the old man was no longer prepared, he was sliced ​​into his chest by the wind blade, a golden light flashed, and something he was wearing temporarily blocked the attack.But a new attack is coming in an instant.

Blood spurted out from his chest, and his body flew straight back like a kite with a broken string.

"Pavilion Master!" A violent shout came from the sky, and a black shadow suddenly pressed down, smashing the power that was entangled with the guardian formation.

The young man and the middle-aged man sensed a terrifying pressure from above, and immediately backed away quickly, heading towards the back mountain of Lingjian Pavilion.

"Boom!" With a sound, a black gap opened in the void, chasing towards the direction in which the young man retreated.

The middle-aged man yelled: "I'll take that person away, you save your own life!" He actually accelerated his speed and turned into a streamer away on his own.

"Nangong Yuxuan!" The woman's crisp voice also suddenly sounded, like thunder, shaking people's souls.

Nangong Yuxuan let out a low curse, took out a purple charm from his bosom, and waved it into the air.

Violent vibrations came from the air, and the entire Yuelu Mountain trembled, as if the sky and the earth collapsed at this moment, and large areas of space were shattered into fragments. The dark knots could be seen with the naked eye, rushing out violently, as if wanting to occupy and destroy this area.

Yunran stopped at a high speed, and his body was pierced by that energy. Before the pain came, the gray ball in his body seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and spun crazily.

A warm and domineering energy gushed out from her body, covering the entire Spirit Sword Pavilion, and repairing the torn spaces.

When the light flooded the area again, the figures of the two men were gone.

Down below, the buildings of the Lingjian Pavilion collapsed a lot, and there were many low-level disciples lying dead on the ground. The tragic scene made Yun Ran clenched his fists.

The talisman that Nangong Yuxuan threw out just now sealed the violent elemental power collected from the border of the God's Domain continent. After being forcibly compressed and condensed by the warlock, once the outer seal was broken, the burst of energy was extremely terrifying. The large array of guards almost destroyed the entire Yuelu Mountains.

A dark figure flitted back to Yun Ran's side with a sullen face.

"They ran away!" An extremely cold voice sounded.

Yun Ran has never seen Cang Jian utter such a big anger, the whole person is like a Shura descended into the world, a pair of eyes were aroused by the anger and murderous aura, red like blood, and the body was dripping with blood, it was obvious that he was carrying the anger just now. In the pursuit of powerful energy, the human body he used was on the verge of collapse.

But he didn't stop suddenly, and rushed towards an old man in the ruins below.

The old man was as angry as gossamer, his eyes were closed tightly, and his body was riddled with holes from the middle-aged man's wind blade.A layer of faint purple awns floated on his body.

If Cang Jian hadn't cast a layer of energy on his side when Cang Jian arrived, the old man would have died under the final attack.

"Master." The man helped him up, changed his title, and said in a low voice.

The old man didn't respond, but Cang Jian's heart suddenly sank when he penetrated his body with spiritual power.

Only the last trace of soul power remained in the old man's body, and that faint breath was about to drift away at any time.

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the man's body, his hair color instantly turned into a coquettish purple, and his slender fingertips actually glowed with a faint golden light, and the anger in his long and narrow eyes could almost burn the whole world.

At this moment, the entire Yuelu Mountain's creatures sensed a powerful coercion that could sweep the entire world.Many monsters scrambled to escape.But those fleeing figures in groups, under the sudden angry voice, seemed to be frozen, prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.

"I, Cangjian, and the seven great families of God's Domain will never die!"

"Never die!"

The voice full of anger pierced through the clouds and traveled across the entire Chinese mainland, making the people from the God's Domain who had already smuggled into the mainland feel terrified, as if their names had been engraved by the god of death.

This voice also made another distant continent, which is full of strong men, tremble.

In a space that seemed to be filled with darkness, a pair of golden eyes suddenly opened, the fierce light in the eyes pierced the sky, looking down at the God's Domain Continent coldly and full of murderous intent.

"Never die!"

"Never die!"

The cold voice exploded from the awakened king's body, causing the seven old men who closed their eyes to open their eyes in unison, staring in a certain direction in amazement.

"It's him! He's woken up!" Someone murmured, and suddenly got up, and said to the others: "Re-strengthen the seal! We must not let him escape!"

But at this moment, in an area where monsters are rampant, there are two figures ecstatically flying up into the air.

A red-haired man's eyes burst into a fiery light: "It's His Majesty's voice!"

"Your Majesty's aura is actually in that continent!" Another boy with silver eyes and black hair stared in the direction of Huaxia Continent, as if sensing something.

"I can be sure that His Majesty's aura is on that continent." A flash of determination flashed in the eyes of the second boy who spoke, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the sky.

"You look after the house! I'll go find my lord!" In the air, only the boy's last voice remained.

But at this time, the back of the man he was looking for suddenly flashed seven colors of light one by one, more gorgeous than each time before, but the man's body was trembling violently, as if he was undergoing torture.

The physical body has completely collapsed, and Cang Jian, who has recovered his original body, is pale and coquettish, with deep hatred flashing in his eyes, the energy emanating from his body is getting more and more terrifying, but he seems to have no intention of hiding or restraining himself.

The violent breath spread out layer by layer with him as the center, and charged towards the Spirit Sword Pavilion, which had already suffered a catastrophe, but was stopped by a white light curtain.

The pure white and clear Ling Jue rotated and floated above Yunran's head, sprinkled holy light elements on the traumatized land and people.

And she walked forward slowly, opened her arms, as if she didn't know that the uncontrollable power of Cang Jian would hurt her, and gently hugged the man who was half kneeling in front of the old Pavilion Master Duanmu.

(End of this chapter)