I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

Before Zhang Chunxiao could fight back, Tiandao had already thrown a punch. Even though he revealed dozens of formations in an instant, they were easily penetrated like a piece of thin paper soaked with water!

Nine dragons fell, Buddha's light exploded, and mountains shattered.

In just a few breaths, only the Way of Heaven stood still in the sky.

Chapter 86: Witnesses

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At the rear of Juejian Sect, the righteous mighty ones who had been supporting the formation were now spitting blood and collapsing on the spot because they had shared the injuries of the four sect leaders. The originally lit formation also gradually dimmed.

Ouyang Jiulong and others were all dying. They looked up at the lonely shadow in the sky and felt despair from the bottom of their hearts.

With just a wave of his hand, Tiandao used the same Taoist methods as them, and they were far more powerful than theirs!

Just as Tiandao said, the unique skills passed down for thousands of years by the four major sects were nothing but child's play to him.

At this moment, they finally understood how terrifying the so-called Heavenly Dao was.

And the Heavenly Dao didn't even bother to pay attention to Ouyang Jiulong and others.

It's not worth his concern to crush an ant to death.

But there is one exception.

Tiandao looked down at Jiang Zuimeng's figure and raised a finger from a distance.

Dark clouds rolled in, and faint thunder with the rhyme of Tao emerged.

The thunder calamity from heaven is enough to annihilate all things.

Throughout history, there have been countless powerful people who have spent their entire lives trying to transcend the calamity and ascend to heaven, but all turned into nothingness under the lightning. What about Jiang Zuimeng, who only has one breath left?

Jiang Zuimeng's face turned pale. Her brain was clearly warning her to run, but she couldn't move a single finger.

"Die."

Heaven has delivered its judgment mercilessly.

There was a sharp roar, a bright light that shook the sky, and straight lightning that fell down. That was the judgment of heaven on all things.

Until another more brilliant lightning flashed across the sky, splitting the thunderbolt that fell from the sky straight into two!

This terrifying attack that should have annihilated Jiang Zuimeng, the four sect masters, and even the Miejian Sect was actually broken by a single sword!

When the lightning turned into fireflies and gradually dissipated, everyone could finally see the figure of the person who drew the sword.

He was dressed in a white sword robe, his face was as gentle as jade, and a casual sword movement seemed as light as smoke, but it was enough to break the punishment from heaven!

The Sword Immortal's direct disciple, the Chief of the Absolute Sword Sect, the Senior Brother of the Sword Dao, the number one prodigy in the righteous path, this should be a figure that they are very familiar with.

But it is so strange.

Putting aside his magnificent cultivation in the Void Refining Stage and his profound Dao rhyme that was almost enough to rival the Dao of Heaven, he actually managed to break through the thunder tribulation with one sword? !

"This is the strength of Lord Xiao..." Ouyang Jiulong murmured to himself, feeling extremely complicated.

Even though he already knew the truth, it was only after witnessing it with his own eyes that he finally realized that the young man he had high hopes for was actually an ancient mighty being who was capable of competing with the Heavenly Dao!

"Long live Lord Xiao!" Jiang Zuimeng, who had saved his life, wiped his tears and raised his hands to cheer.

And Tiandao's eyes finally became sharp.

"You're letting these ants stall for time. I thought you were going to lie down in bed and wait for death."

"You thought I was going to die in Tianhuo City." Xiao Wuyou smiled lightly.

"...Just because you have escaped a disaster for the time being, does that make you so proud?" Tiandao raised the corners of his mouth, but the smile in his eyes had long disappeared.

"Escape?" Xiao Wuyou's eyes sank slightly, the sword flowers of Wuyou Sword rippled, and the glazed sword intent dissipated.

"It was you who escaped last time."

After these words were spoken, Tiandao could no longer hold back and his expression turned cold.

Last time he had the chance to put an end to Xiao Wuyou, but he fell into the opponent's trap, made a misjudgment, and missed the great opportunity in vain!

"Don't worry, I won't make the same mistake again this time!"

As Tiandao shouted coldly, the terrifying Dao rhyme surrounded him like a hurricane, causing the space to distort.

The demons and monks who were fighting below stopped fighting and trembled. As living beings, they were instinctively afraid of the trembling of heaven and earth.

Xiao Wuyou faced this earth-shaking force head-on and raised his eyebrows: "Are you so sure that there is really nothing I can do?"

Looking at the other party's frivolous eyes, Tiandao suppressed the anger in his heart.

You are the winner, why should you be angry with the loser?

Tiandao stroked the faint mark on his cheek and said, "Your so-called strategy is this sword mark that I can heal at any time, which is not even a wound?"

There is no point in allowing more cultivators to take advantage of Xiao Wuyou's luck.

The four great leaders of the righteous sects, with the support of a group of powerful men, tried their best but could only leave a painless sword mark.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Wuyou just shook his head leisurely.

"No, it was just an experiment."

"Now that the results have been proven, I feel relieved."

Half the sky froze.

The rumbling thunder slowly dissipated.

On this side of the Juejian Sect, night fell and the moon was high in the sky. A silver-haired sword immortal, brighter than the moonlight, slowly emerged from the misty fairy clouds and came to Xiao Wuyou's side.

"That's my plan."

Disappearing along with Xiao Wuyou's words was Bei Ming Long Yue's sword intent!

Tiandao's pupils trembled violently.

He was very familiar with Xiao Wuyou's Glazed Sword Intent.

But Bei Ming Long Yue's sword intent, which should have been as white as the moon, was also stained with the color of colored glaze!

The cultivators below naturally didn't know whether it was luck or not, but when they saw the Sword Immortal of the Misty Moon and the Sword God in White standing together like a fairy couple, their morale suddenly soared.

At this time, Ouyang Jiulong used Taoist talismans to convey his message to all the cultivators.

"Everyone retreat!"

Xiao Wuyou had previously instructed that when he took action, the army should withdraw as soon as possible to avoid being affected by the fighting.

Although he was very unwilling, Ouyang Jiulong had already experienced firsthand that no matter how hard they tried, they could not tip the scales of victory or defeat, and continuing to stay here would only drag Xiao Wuyou back.

Under the escort of Tushan Liuhuan and others, the monks retreated all the way to the back mountain of Juejian Sect until they reached the edge of Juejian Sect.

From afar, the lead-gray thunderclouds and the bright blue moon appear to be two different worlds.

Ouyang Jiulong suddenly stopped.

Not only him, Ouyang Jing, Song Dugu, Cihui, many cultivators also stopped here and looked deeply into the sky that was divided into two in the distance.

"Hey, this distance is not safe!" Jiang Zuimeng, who was supported by others, called out anxiously.

"Don't you want to witness it?" Ouyang Jiulong had his back to her, but his deep voice was filled with suppressed excitement.

"Don't you want to witness the battle between the monks and the way of heaven?!"

The monks who were fleeing were all startled.

Regardless of the path they practice or the level of their cultivation, the original intention of the practitioners is the same.

Heaven is unfair.

There are too many cruel and unreasonable things in the world, so the monks want to pursue power.

The power to change your destiny.

But how easy is it to stick to one's original intention? Many monks gradually lost their original intentions throughout their lives, and even fell into the devil's way.

When I found out that transcending the tribulation and ascending to heaven was just a lie.

The monks all felt a sigh of relief.

Why? Why?

This is why Ouyang Jiulong and others are unwilling to accept the "favor" of heaven.

They are unwilling to see their cultivation in this life being in vain!

Even if they can't compete, they won't give in!

And now, the pinnacle among them, the peak above thousands of cultivators, will prove the original intention of all cultivators!

"Don't you want to witness the moment when fate is changed?"

In the silence with no one responding, all the monks stopped and looked in the direction of the battle between heaven and man.

Chapter 87: Master and Disciple vs. Heavenly Dao

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With Xiao Wuyou in front of him, Tiandao naturally had no time to care about the actions of the ants below.

"Is this your plan?" Tiandao glanced at the silver-haired swordsman with three parts of displeasure and seven parts of contempt.

He was not too surprised that Bei Ming Long Yue was contaminated by Xiao Wu You's luck.

After all, the four sect leaders can all get a certain amount of Liuli luck, and Bei Ming Long Yue and Xiao Wu You have a deep karma relationship, so there is no reason for them to be worse than them.

However, even if Bei Ming Long Yue was infected with Xiao Wu You's luck, it would not be enough to shake the balance of victory and defeat.

Without waiting for Xiao Wuyou to answer, Tiandao shook his head again and mocked: "No, it's too difficult for you to ask this question. After all, Liuli Qiyun is your only trump card."

"Unfortunately, it's not enough to defeat me!"

Tiandao even felt that he was worrying too much.

There is no need to collect so many luck crystals and overdraw the luck of heaven and earth. He is enough to crush Xiao Wuyou by himself!

"Whether it is enough or not, let's see for ourselves."

"That's exactly what I meant."

A gentle breeze blew.

The monks who were watching the battle from afar felt a stinging pain in their eyes. The next moment, they saw only Bei Ming Long Yue left in the air, and could no longer catch sight of the other two people in the sky.

Until the clouds were suddenly torn apart!

"What, what's going on?!" Liu Yanbin was shocked and rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

"Their speed is too fast. It is beyond the capability of your level of cultivation to see them." The great elder at the side said solemnly.

Only with the cultivation level of a Spiritual Transformation could one barely catch a glimpse of the astonishing and fierce battle taking place in the sky!

The way of heaven did not lie, and the swordsmanship of the world was nothing but a joke to him.

Tiandao, holding the invisible sword, unleashed all kinds of sword skills at will. Even the sword practitioners headed by the great elder could not see through him!

Even though both sides held iron swords and had equal skills, they believed they were no match for the Heavenly Dao.

However, Xiao Wuyou used the Juejian Sect's sword skills that they were all very familiar with, like a ray of lightning that pierced through the storm, completely dissolving Tiandao's offensive!

After an intersection, the Worry-Free Sword and the Daoyun Sword hit each other at the same time, and both of them retreated under the terrifying sword light.

"Hmph..." Tiandao covered the sword scar on his shoulder with his mouth slightly raised.

Although Xiao Wuyou's expression seemed calm, the blood on his side kept seeping out.

After confirming that Xiao Wuyou's strength had not changed from last time, Tiandao had no more scruples and launched a real attack!

In terms of swordsmanship, even though Xiao Wuyou has achieved the unity of man and sword, he is only on par with him.

But in terms of the strength of luck, how can a mere mortal compete with the way of heaven?

Taking advantage of Xiao Wuyou's messy posture, Tiandao suddenly stabbed him with a sword!

In the corner of his eye, Bei Ming Long Yue coldly drew out his sword, emitting a radiant light!

Overcome!

Tiandao didn't even bother to use the sword of Daoyun to block it.

If Bei Ming Long Yue didn't use 'Long Yue' with all his strength, he wouldn't even be able to break his luck shield.