From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 146 Xuanyuan Killing Formation

"die?"

"You kid is still alive!"

A voice suddenly exploded in this space, and the next moment, a bright sword light suddenly exploded in the sky.

The formation broke down, Zhang Wuji looked up and found a group of 30 people appeared in front of Zhang Wuji at some point.

The stern-looking guy in front is Taoist Tiansha, and behind him are a few Uncle Yuanying who he doesn't know, and the last ten he is very familiar with are his ten brothers on the Killing Sword Peak.

Zhang Wuji didn't know who spoke, but at this moment he suddenly felt great relief, it seemed that he really didn't have to die!

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji's mind suddenly relaxed, and he still fainted on the ground with a thud.

Taoist Tiansha glanced at him, then didn't look any further, and turned his gaze to the man in black robe and the old man.

"Taoist Yunling, what else can you say!" he said in a sharp voice.

"One person does the work and the other is responsible, I have nothing to say!" The old man was also a bachelor, facing more than 20 Xuanyuan sword cultivators, there was no trace of fear on his face.

"Hehe, intercept and kill my disciple Xuanyuan, just say one person does things and one person takes care of it?"

"It seems that I, Xuanyuan, have not been out for a long time, and some people no longer know what Xuanyuan's style of doing things is!"

Taoist Tiansha narrowed his eyes slightly, sighed, and was not interested in talking to Taoist Yunling any more, and suddenly waved his hand and said, "It's slaughtered, no one will be left!"

Taoist Yunling's heart tightened suddenly when he heard the words, but he didn't speak.

Having lived in Beiju Luzhou for nearly 1000 years, how could he not know Xuanyuan's behavior style.

But he has to do this, because he can have today, and Yunling Villa can have today because of Mount Sumeru, and he will naturally give everything when he needs it.

There is no room for such a small person to struggle.

Fortunately, his most valued sons have been sent out of Xuanyuan Sword Sect's sphere of influence and become lay disciples of Mount Sumeru. I believe they can survive.

A day later, Zhang Wuji woke up leisurely.

He found that he was still lying in Yunling Villa, which made the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

"Ma Dan, what's the matter with those fellow students, is it so difficult to move yourself?"

Zhang Wuji was complaining in his heart, when a voice beside him quietly sounded: "Are you awake?"

Zhang Wuji turned his head and found that it was Heaven who killed the Taoist.

The next moment, he couldn't help but grow his mouth, because behind Tiansha Taoist, Nuoda's Yunling Villa has been completely turned into ruins. Although the raging fire has been burning for a day, it still has no tendency to go out.

"This...was done by our people?" Zhang Wuji was shocked.

"It's just killing a sect, what's the big deal!"

"How about you kid? Are you useless? If you are not useless, stand up and follow us!" Taoist Tiansha said in a deep voice.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Wuji was at a loss.

"Of course continue to kill!"

Taoist Tiansha continued in a cold voice: "The Taoist Yunling has three sons who were sent away early, but I have to count on what I say, and if I say that I will kill him, I will kill him even if he runs to the ends of the earth. You If there is nothing wrong, then join the formation of pill formation and come with us."

"Yes!"

"The disciple is fine!" Zhang Wuji immediately agreed.

In the final analysis, this incident was caused by him, how could he retreat at such a time.

And his body has almost recovered after a day of self-recovery.

Although he was seriously injured yesterday, his Jian Gang physical training method will automatically heal his body as his sword energy recovers, and he is already [-]% healed.

"Then go!"

"Putting out the Heaven Killing Sword Formation!"

Taoist Tiansha shouted loudly, and turned into a sword light and flew up suddenly.

Several Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators who were meditating around opened their eyes and followed closely behind.

And the rest of the alchemy sword cultivators, including Zhang Wuji and Dugu Qiubai, quickly filled the sword array and became part of it.

Including Zhang Wuji, all 24 people seemed to have turned into a blood-colored giant sword in an instant, and they galloped towards the due west with a thunderous sound of the sword in the sky.

At this time, Zhang Wuji realized belatedly that everyone except himself was a sword cultivator who had comprehended the sword intent of killing, and this large formation was also a killing formation based on the sword intent of killing.

And rather than joining the sword formation, it would be better to say that he was engulfed by the sword formation and moved forward together.

Obviously, although these uncles, ancestors, and brothers didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, they showed with actions that they would seek justice for themselves.

On a hill suspended above the lake, a big fat man was entertaining his friends.

"Everyone, don't be polite. Today is my [-]th birthday, Long Xuanzi. Everyone just eat and drink as much as you want. If you don't eat and drink enough, you won't be my friend." The fat man's voice was loud and proud.

He also has the qualifications to be proud. As one of the few yin gods in Luzhou in Beiju, he is a face-to-face presence wherever he goes.

And he is still a casual cultivator, and he has no scruples.

In Beiju Luzhou, there are not many people who can make him afraid, only the sword in the north and the Buddha in the west.

Except for these two, in the entire Beiju Luzhou, he basically walked sideways.

"Om...!" Long Xuanzi, who was suddenly raising his head to drink, was taken aback. He suddenly heard a sword cry, a sword cry that he had heard many times in his long life.

"Wow!" The wine bottle fell to the ground, and Long Xuanzi stared blankly at the blood-red sword array galloping towards him in the sky, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Xuan, Xuanyuan Killing Formation!" He stammered, cold sweat dripping all over his body.

He wanted to run at this moment, but his legs didn't listen to him, and he couldn't run at all.

"Om... Om... Om...!"

The sound of the sword's cry was getting closer and closer, and the lively venue soon became completely silent. Everyone did not dare to breathe, and stared blankly at the oncoming bloody killing sword.

"Om!" Sha Jian galloped away directly from the top of his head, not even stopping for half a minute.

"Fuck!"

"Scared me to death!"

Long Xuanzi shivered and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Historically, whenever Xuanyuan used the killing sword, blood would flow into rivers. He thought the killing sword was here to kill himself, but now he saw the sword just passing by, and suddenly Let out a long breath.

"That's right!"

"I didn't provoke the lunatic Xuanyuanjian, how could these guys come to kill me!"

"Besides, just relying on my few ounces of meat, it's not worth Xuanyuan's direct killing array!"

Thinking of this, Long Xuanzi was shocked again: "There is only one person in Beiju Luzhou who is qualified to let Xuanyuan unleash his sword, and that Buddha in the west."

"It's going to be a big deal!" Long Xuanzi thought in fear.

(End of this chapter)