Sword... Scabbard?


    Not to mention the ancient Xiuhe forest that hit the stage was shocked, and the pillars of contemporary monastic circles such as Qing Yanzi, old Heavenly Master and Yuanpu immortal were also shocked by the scabbard.


    Although the attack just took advantage of the sudden attack, it was just the speed of the scabbard. The strength contained in it made a Gu Xiu in the middle of the unborn territory almost face to face, but he was beaten so embarrassed!


    Even if he Linzi fell to the ground, he vomited blood again, looked very angry and looked in the direction of the main entrance of the venue.


    Many spiritual senses had already poured out, and countless monks cast their eyes.


    Qing Yanzi had recognized the scabbard. There was a little commotion among the monks outside. The crowd blocked in front of the entrance seemed to be torn by some force and quickly gave way to a passage.


    A moment ago, a divine bird flew from the southwest. When it rushed near the entrance of the venue, it threw out the scabbard. It also broke its forward speed and landed steadily on the slope in front of the venue.


    At this time, the man left an open space around himself, and there was silence inside and outside the field.


    The sword Xiu carries a person on his back. The Wulin sword held in his right hand points down obliquely. His face is as gloomy as water, his eyes are as sharp as a sword, and his body looks like a scabbard sword.


    Its front forces people and its power breaks the sky!


    At the moment, his whole body was full of breath, threatening the surroundings, and even competing with the 14 Gu Xiu standing in the air!


    Set up on the projection screens inside and outside the venue, lock the picture at the main entrance of the venue. In the separated flow of people, the sword suddenly rushed forward step by step, staring at the dozens of figures in the air.


    On his back, a charming woman wrapped in a Taoist robe had her silver hair hanging down and her face was so haggard.


    In the command Hall of the investigation team, I don''t know who yelled first: "right and wrong! He hurt Gu Xiu!"


    A group of staff who had been looking at the scene reacted one step earlier than the monks in the venue, and the hall was immediately filled with the cries of young men.


    If we say that Qing Yanzi''s forced battle is a backbone supporting the spirit and body of the contemporary monastic world;


    The sudden attack of the scabbard was an iron fist, which hit the faces of the fifteen ancient sinners!


    This kind of cry is unlikely to appear in the venue, because the pressure of overhaul there is becoming more and more powerful, and many young friars in the venue have difficulty breathing, let alone shouting.


    "Non language..."


    Qing Yanzi stood in mid air, watching Wang Sheng who had stepped into the venue. His eyes showed a little satisfaction and a touch of guilt. Then he sighed dejectedly, fell down and stood in front of the old Heavenly Master.


    "Elder brother! Elder sister!"


    Wang Xiaomiao shouted with a cry. She was not far from the main entrance. She shouted and ran quickly.


    The ancient sword protected Wang Xiaomiao''s side, which would not make her feel any pressure, nor give anyone a chance to sneak attack.


    Wang Sheng''s cold and murderous eyes melted for a moment, and the tip of the non spirit sword drooped. Looking at Wang Xiaomiao running, he felt inexplicable.


    Her long hair was cut short, and the injustice, sadness and fatigue in her eyes made Wang Sheng almost punch himself in the heart.


    Finally, Wang Xiaomiao ran in front of him, jumped into his arms and burst into tears. The pressure and anxiety squeezed during this period were finally released


    "It''s okay, it''s okay..."


    Wang Sheng''s voice was a little hoarse. He raised his hand and stroked Xiaomiao''s emaciated back, and a strong hatred appeared at the bottom of his heart.


    When I left, Dahua was too peaceful and had no external worries; So that he never thought that Xi Lian and his sister would become the targets of these ancient sins.


    It''s just a little close. If it wasn''t for the fear of death, if it wasn''t for the elder array spirit of the sword sect


    "Elder brother, how''s the elder sister?" Wang Xiaomiao cried a few times and immediately struggled to look aside.


    "Healing," Wang Sheng said calmly. He squatted down slowly and carefully put down Xi Lian so that Xi Lian could sit on the ground.


    Xiaomiao immediately ran over and hugged sister Xilian, let Xilian snuggle in her arms, looked at Xilian''s neck with several scars, and her tears swirled in her eyes.


    Obviously, I could bear it before


    Wang Sheng observed the state of xiaxilian. An ancient sword flew to his hand and motioned him to hold the handle of the sword.


    "Thank you, master," Wang Sheng whispered. "Please protect my elder sister and younger sister again. Thank you before I kill my enemy."


    There was a sigh from the ancient sword. He didn''t insist much. He flew to Xiaomiao and quietly suspended there, emitting blue sword light.


    Jianling nameless did not appear directly.


    Wang Sheng stood up, while Wang Xiaomiao finally remembered something important and shouted, "brother, I have the evidence that these ancient sins have harmed people. Brother Yunzhi has also been controlled by his ancestors. Just expose them..."


    "No," Wang Sheng whispered. Wang Xiaomiao''s words stopped and looked at his brother with some worry.


    Turning around, Wang Sheng carried the Wuling sword forward and squeezed out an ugly smile to his master and many Taoist priests. Then the two eyes were murderous again, directly ignored the crane forest and fell on the 14 figures in the air!


    "Who hurt Xi Lian, come out and die."


    The twelve ancient practitioners in the air all looked very gloomy. Half of them were frightened by Wang Sheng''s prestige at this time, while half were frightened by Wang Sheng''s Wuling sword.


    This person''s sword, standing here at this time, is the highest cultivation among the ancient sin cultivation. The famous sword cultivation shows some fear at the moment.


    The Wuling sword emits a gentle hum, which spreads the cold killing intention.


    Wang Sheng''s eyes focused on the sword cultivation. He was waiting for the strongest of the ancient sin cultivation to stand up and fight with himself. He waited for the non spirit sword to cross the other party''s throat and destroy the yuan God who had passed the disaster.


    "Come out!"


    There was another yell, and everything in the audience was quiet


    "You little generation!"


    Suddenly there was an angry reprimand, but on the rostrum, the crane forest became angry and pointed to Wang Sheng and shouted angrily. There was a silver flag in his hand, which was engraved with Tao patterns.


    "How dare you humiliate me! I''ll let you know what an elder is today!"


    After that, the flag fluttered and led to a gust of wind. The crane forest hurriedly chanted the mantra.


    Wang Sheng did not move his feet. Wu Lingjian pointed at the ground obliquely, and his left hand led out colorful rays on his chest, condensing a flying sword.


    The finger of the left sword was simple and seemed to contain some trace of mysterious reason. The Feixia sword trembled slightly, and it turned hard.


    One for three, three for nine!


    The nine immortal swords, either empty or solid, trembled slightly, and light white sword light was brewing on them, which was Wang Sheng''s pure Yang mana.


    He Linzi held a flag and his face turned red. He recited the mantra three times and shouted:


    "Five thunder generals, train generals, fall to the ground, drive thunder and clouds! Show up quickly! Be as urgent as the law!"


    A whirlwind appeared in front of the crane forest. There was a low roar. The whirlwind was gradually dispersing. A five foot tall silver armor giant shining with thunder grabbed two sledgehammers and jumped up. The landing point was Wang Sheng!


    The name of the sword has no beginning, and the name of the sword has no end;


    When Wang Sheng raised his left hand, the nine "flying Swords" in front of him burst into the sky with the sound of breaking the air. They suddenly increased rapidly in the air and penetrated the head, shoulders, knees and elbows of the silver armor giant without hindrance!


    The roar stopped suddenly, and the seemingly ferocious silver armor giant was directly dismembered by the sword light!


    Wang Sheng''s sword kept pointing, but this time he drew complex sword symbols. The nine flying swords in the air seemed to fly in disorder, but they were rapidly approaching the crane forest.


    The face of the crane forest changed greatly, and the spirit consciousness couldn''t keep up with the dance track of these ''flying swords''!


    He suddenly waved the Dharma flag and hurriedly urged the mantra. His mouth was full of words, but his feet were retreating.


    Heaven and earth borrow the law, and a sword returns to the ruins.


    Wang Sheng''s left hand was raised again. The nine swords fired at the crane forest from nine directions. First, Qi Qi gave a loud roar, and then brought out nine white shallow circles. Almost in the twinkling of an eye, he reached the crane forest and wanted to stab his body out of nine blood holes!


    The Dharma flag is shining brightly, and the mana around the crane forest is surging. The Taoist''s spiritual consciousness is frantically searching, but he can only protect himself with this stupid method!


    However, the shadows of the nine swords mysteriously disappeared; He Linzi was waiting to find it. He felt a cold on his chest. He looked down in consternation and looked at the flying sword that had pierced his zhongdantian and cut off Yuanying directly.


    The sword finger of Wang Sheng''s left hand stirred slightly, and the sword light shone everywhere in the crane forest. The Taoist body split nine terrible sword wounds. Half a scream didn''t come out, and his body fell back on the stage.


    The blood foam splashed, and the Feixia sword was not stained with blood. It slowly flew back to Wang Sheng''s body and circled quietly.


    One.


    Wang Sheng took half a step forward. He didn''t even look at the body of the crane forest. He just stared at the famous sword Xiu standing on the cloud.


    The Shizu of Huashan Taoist school, the strongest ancient monk who crossed the peak of robbery!


    The man seemed to have some scruples and still didn''t stand up, and the master of Maoshan road couldn''t help sneering.


    The old Taoist priest said leisurely: "what a good sword technique of Shu mountain! It''s really the back wave pushing the front wave. Now the cultivation world has only recovered for decades. It''s really an eye opener for us to have such sword cultivation.


    With demons, siblings match.


    Because the demon even killed people violently, he regarded the elders in the Taoist world as nothing.


    The sword sect has really taught a good disciple. Your ancestor Qingfeng will be very proud of you. "


    Wang Sheng''s eyes did not fluctuate, and his spirit sword was raised. The tip of the sword pointed to the ancient Xiu of Maoshan Daocheng.


    That''s his answer.


    World War I.


    Let you break the sky, let the world scold me as a demon, just ask for a war.


    It is the enemy of life and death who plans to kill his little sister. All his answers are written on the blade of Wuling sword!


    Life and death, and a war!


    Inside and outside the venue, a lot of eyes moved from the person in the field to the Maoshan Taoist Chenggu Xiu. The latter''s face was iron green. His eyes swept over the Taoist leaders and masters of the Taoist Chengs below, and his eyes crossed a little resentment.


    Most of those who want to be shameless will stand up and fight at this time. After all, their cultivation is higher than that of the light sword below.


    But


    "Fellow Taoist brothers!" Mao Shan Gu Xiu shouted, "this son is deeply possessed by the devil. Why don''t we take him down together and dissolve his evil nature!"


    Half of the more than a dozen ancient practitioners nodded and agreed to fall from the cloud together.


    Wang Sheng snorted coldly. He was unafraid, but everywhere in the meeting room, a breath rose into the sky. Although these smells were "weak" compared with ancient sin and Wang Sheng, they were connected to one side and went up hard at the moment!


    Obviously, the "proposal" of inheriting the ancient construction of Maoshan road has provoked public anger.


    The seven families that originally insisted on keeping to their "Shizu" side, at this time, several others quietly retreated.


    Dong!


    I don''t know where there was a dull noise. The Gu Xiu who wanted to fall from the cloud stopped his body at the same time, and his eyes were searching everywhere.


    In a corner of the venue, I don''t know when there was an "old woman" with long gray hair.


    She was dressed in a dark robe and holding a peach stick. Her face looked like a 28 year old girl, but it gave people a sense of aging.


    At this time, the powerful pressure emanated from her, and there were large black clouds gathering rapidly in the sky above.


    Including the ancient sword Xiu who was at the peak of crossing the robbed territory, and the 14 ancient Xiu who were still on the cloud at this time, all looked very dignified.


    In their eyes, it seems that with the old woman''s crutch falling again, fierce souls will pop out of the clouds and tear up their original gods and Taoist bodies


    Hell immortal!


    When she came to Wang Xiaomiao, the ancient sword sounded gently, and the white haired old man showed his figure and stood with his hands.


    Dong!


    The muffled sound appeared again, and "Meng Po" bowed to Wang Sheng''s back, then slowly stood up and looked at the group of ancient sins.


    "You dare to be rude to your Highness''s sword master."


    "Alas," Jianling sighed with a nameless smile and stared at Wang Sheng''s back.


    For a time, those ancient practitioners dared not move.


    The nameless sword in Wang Sheng''s hand made a sword sound, and the tip of the sword was still locked on the ancient Xiu of Maoshan.


    The latter snorted and fell slowly. At this time, the old Taoists who were supposed to fall with him not only didn''t follow, but also tended to retreat.