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Chapter 68 The sword is reason

The Netherworld River isolates Yin and Yang. On one side of Xinggeyuan, there are clear waves, but on the other side of the Netherworld, there are turbid water. The only thing that is the same is that it is like an icy abyss and a cold pool, with no floating hair.

The dark mist on the river exudes a cold air, and wherever the dark wind passes, there is a faint ghostly cry coming in with the cold air.

Several rays of sword light trapped a person and a ghost in the dark wind.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword's cry spread, and dozens of rays of light broke through the sky from a distance, hovering in the air, and instantly surrounding the world.

"How could it be him?" One of them frowned.

Surrounded by all kinds of sword lights, a young Taoist priest stood there with a cold expression on his head. Behind him, a ghost attendant in palace attire showed a cold and charming face. He remained pretty and motionless, showing no fear at all.

"Senior Brother Xiao, do you know this disciple of Wangui Peak?" Faced with the question from his fellow disciples, Xiao Chengfeng pondered for a moment, then shook his head and responded,

"I can only say that I have met him once. At the birthday banquet of the Xuanbing Jie Sect's Immortal Master, Ji Cuiyu from Ten Thousand Ghosts Peak finally occupied a stage."

"Really?!" Several sword cultivators around him couldn't help but be surprised.

You must know that although Senior Brother Xiao Chengfeng is usually low-key, several golden elixirs in the sect praised him for his majestic and dignified swordsmanship, and they were very optimistic about him. He was one of them who guarded the ring at the Immortal Lord's Birthday Banquet.

Thirty percent of the nineteen Daoists of the Xuanhen Sword Sect present had participated in the last sword fight with the Mingtan Sect. Some people were a little dissatisfied after hearing this.

"It's just a fight in the arena. It's hard for everyone to use swords. The Mingtan Sect suffered a huge defeat in the last sword fight. It's not like we haven't seen the methods involved, so it's just like that."

Xiao Chengfeng knew a little about Ji Cuiyu's power, because he and Yu Huaiyuan both obtained a magic weapon at the Immortal Lord's birthday banquet, and also witnessed the final changes when the treasure was divided.

Now Yu Huaiyuan was talking and negotiating below. Xiao Chengfeng thought about it and solemnly explained the situation at that time.

"This Ji Cuiyu used a ghost formation to trap the Xu family's sword and slashed him at close range. It is similar to physical training and monster clan fighting methods, so it should not be underestimated."

Someone on the side laughed immediately, with teasing in their words, "Xu Mingyuan? That boy's swordsmanship is quite impressive, but he has not mastered any of the Xu family's three major sword scriptures, so defeating him is not a big deal."

Xuanhen Sword Sect focuses on the way of swordsmanship. All the twelve sword scriptures in the sect can directly access the soul. The disciples naturally have higher eyesight than the top. In addition, the swordsmanship and fighting skills are strong. Except for one or two powerful sects and aristocratic families, few can value other magical means. , Mingtanzong is naturally not in sight.

At that moment, someone spoke up, it was Lan Linjun from Jian Xiangtang. He raised his hands to everyone around him and said, "I didn't expect that I could perform the great sword intention in this Xinggeyuan hexagram and integrate it into the Tao Yun of this world. , brothers and sisters, please give me a small favor and let me test the edge of this light ghost sword."

Among the three golden elixirs in Lan Linjun's family, one is in the Xuanhen Sword Sect, one is in the Northern Xinjiang Sect, and one is said to be in the Eastern Boundary. They are also considered to be a thousand-year-old family with a good reputation in the West End. .

Immediately, he pointed with his hand, and a thin and almost transparent spiritual sword appeared in his palm. Wisps of black energy continued to flow from the sword. Instead of being sinister, it seemed to contain mysterious light.

The key to a magic weapon-level spiritual sword is the combination of sword art and sword intention, which is really rare.

At this moment, some people sighed in their hearts. For some people, every step of their practice, even if they are just used excessively, the things are the best, and they really can't envy them.

Xiao Chengfeng frowned slightly and felt a little uneasy, but he could only remind him, "Don't be careless. This Ji Cuiyu got a magic weapon at the Immortal Lord's birthday banquet."

Lan Linjun looked around, and sure enough, everyone was smiling and saying nothing, and smiled sarcastically,

"Brothers, I don't know that you all have some good stuff ready to use as your trump cards.

We all kill demon sect monks and physical cultivators quite a lot on weekdays.

It's hard to say how many swords Ji Cuiyu can sustain if he uses his long sword to strike far. "

Then the sword light fell downwards.

When the others saw it, they decided their positions according to the seven stars and three, and spread the murderous swords everywhere, like a giant bowl covering the sky and the earth, blocking all ways out.

……

Jiang Moshu looked silent, feeling very unhappy in his heart. He was about to see the light of day when suddenly a group of people came and pointed magic swords at you, saying that you had committed a crime and wanted to leave.

I'll leave your sister, who are you? !

Afraid of any misunderstanding, Jiang Moshu still asked in a deep voice:

"I am indeed a disciple of Mingtan Sect Wangui Peak, but I have never interacted with a disciple of Xuanhen Sword Sect before. Have you found the wrong person?"

Yu Huaiyuan's eyes were as bright as a sharp sword, "Yes or no, it's up to you. Just wait with me to return to the sect, and someone will naturally tell you."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lan Linjun falling from the air, standing next to Yu Huaiyuan, and said wildly, "Senior Brother Yu, it is rare that he is a Taoist disciple of the Demon Sect, how about you let me capture him?"

Yu Huaiyuan looked at the shadow-like spiritual sword behind Lan Linjun, nodded, then turned sideways and asked again:

"Ji Cuiyu, we have received the order to bring back the disciples from Wangui Peak here, regardless of life or death.

Let me ask you one last question, are you willing to surrender and return to the Xuanhen Sword Sect with us, perhaps with your life intact? "

Jiang Moshu no longer wanted to speak, and when he spoke he would always curse.

However, Shen Caiyan behind her received a message from the ghost contract. Graceful Lianbu stepped forward and said with a gun and a stick,

"It's unreasonable, isn't it? The master is too lazy to talk nonsense, but I want to give you a good beating and teach you how to treat guests."

Yu Huaiyuan smiled coldly, pointed at the young Taoist with a jade-like bone on his forehead, and said calmly:

"Ji Cuiyu, in this world of cultivation, the sword is the principle.

I hold the sword and I am justified,

There are many swords here, so it makes sense. "

There was a look of contempt in Shen Caiyan's eyes, and she said coldly, "Bah! You, the Xuanhen Sword Sect, are unreasonable and don't speak out, and you still want to bully the few and bully them. You are so shameless!"

Lan Linjun was born in a Jindan family, and he was a disciple of the largest sect in the West. He had a smooth life since he was a child, but he was choked by someone. His face immediately darkened, and he shouted sternly,

"But little ghost girl, there is no place for you to interrupt here. Your master and servant will be captured later and kept so that you can taste the feeling of spiritual fire burning your body."

Yu Huaiyuan turned to Lan Linjun and said, "Junior brother, since you want to take action, you must go all out and don't take it lightly.

Capture them if you can, and it doesn't matter if you kill them, it's just to bring them back to the sect to search for their souls. "

Lan Linjun pointed his hand, and a faint light slipped out from behind. His body and the sword merged, his mind merged with the sword, and his Qi merged with the sword. It was like a spring falling into a deep pool, as clear and wonderful as an autumn water spring, and the jingling was like the sound of nature. , cut through the void, and slashed with one sword.

Seeing their fellow sect take action, many Daoist disciples of the Xuanhen Sword Sect shook their swords to make peace, or there was white light, dragons and tigers, golden threads, or colorful clouds...

The sword light responded, the sword clanked, Xuanhen drew his sword, and the world changed.