Chapter 438 Sword Cultivation

Seeing Fairy Ji dodging, Su Zimo breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said ashamed.

In order to hide his identity, he was forced to do so.

"Why, don't you want to?"

Su Zimo's face sank.

Since it is a play, it has to be done.

Seeing the unhappy face of the big man in sackcloth, Ji Yaojing was stunned for a moment, then she smiled sweetly, beautiful and touching, and said softly: "Engong calm down, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding. An old man."

"Yan'er will apologize to Engong."

Saying that, Fairy Ji leaned over and saluted, with an apologetic expression on her face.

Su Zimo snorted and stopped talking.

Ji Yaojing's eyes turned and she asked again, "Don't you want to know my old friend?"

"Not interested in."

Su Zimo waved his hand casually and ran towards the distance, very fast, and the voice came from a distance: "I'm only interested in the Palace of the Emperor!"

"I'm going to the Palace of the Emperor as well, why don't we go all the way?"

Fairy Ji shouted from behind.

Naturally, Su Zimo would not agree, he did not say a word, pretending not to hear.

He had only just met, and he was almost seen through by the Fairy Ji. If he walked all the way, he would have been seen through by the Fairy Ji!

"Su Zimo!"

At this moment, there was a sudden cry from behind without warning.

Su Zimo subconsciously stopped and looked back.

This is completely the most normal and natural reaction of a person.

But in the blink of an eye, Su Zimo's thoughts turned, his figure did not stop, he continued to run forward, and disappeared in front of Fairy Ji in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Fairy Ji frowned slightly, and murmured thoughtfully: "It seems that they are really not alone."

After leaving far away, Su Zimo gradually slowed down and breathed a sigh of relief.

so close!

That shout just now was the one from Fairy Ji!

Her voice came so suddenly, if Su Zimo didn't react very quickly, she would definitely reveal her flaws and be caught by Fairy Ji.

"This girl is really..."

Su Zimo murmured softly, shook his head, and flew towards the center of the ancient battlefield, in the direction of the Palace of the Emperor.

...

ten days later.

The Palace of the Emperor descended slowly, getting closer and closer to the ground, and the coercion it exuded became more and more terrifying.

Within a thousand miles of this ancient palace, all the ancient creatures and relics and beasts have all been transferred, and they dare not stay in this area.

Even though the ages have passed, the emperor's remaining mighty might still be able to suppress the Eight Wildernesses, and all demons are afraid!

"It turns out that this is the Palace of the Emperor, and it really is shocking enough."

"The pressure is too great. I am now a Seven Vessel Foundation Establishment, and I dare not step forward. It is really hard to imagine the pressure I will endure when fighting under the shroud of the Palace of the Human Emperor."

"Look, is the carving on that stone pillar a dragon? It's lifelike, as if it's about to come to life!"

The appearance of the Palace of the Emperor of Humans attracted cultivators from all over the ancient battlefield to watch.

Layer after layer, densely packed, everyone looked up at the sea of ​​lightning, and this ancient palace in the vortex of dark clouds was shocked.

Not everyone can be as rational as Tang Yu, suppressing the curiosity in their hearts and avoiding getting involved in this bloody battle.

"I'll give you all three breaths to leave, whoever is still here will die for me!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the periphery of the crowd, with a sharp edge that could cut everything off!

Many monks looked back.

Behind the crowd, a monk in a robe came pacing, with a sheathed long sword casually inserted into his waist, his slender fingers swayed gently, and his expression was indifferent.

"Three breaths, how could it be possible to leave this place?"

Many monks frowned.

"One breath."

The robe monk was expressionless, lowered his eyebrows and said a word.

"Who is this person, his tone is quite crazy!"

Someone couldn't help but sneered.

"Two breaths."

The robe monk said another sentence.

The sharp-eyed cultivator saw the sect token on the man's waist, his expression changed, and exclaimed: "Jianzong! This person is probably the descendant of Jianzong, Hang Qiuyu!"

Hearing the four words of Jianzong's successor, there was a lot of waves in the crowd.

At this moment, Hang Qiuyu's voice sounded again.

"Three breaths."

I don't know when, Hang Qiuyu's slender fingers had already landed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Looking at the people in front of him, he said coldly, "You have lost your last chance."

hum!

A stunning white light emerged.

No one can describe the speed and power of this sword.

Jinghong sword, the sword comes out Jinghong!

At this moment, almost all the monks facing Hang Qiuyu were blinded by the dazzling sword light.

The next moment, everyone felt a chill in their throats, and began to spray some warm and viscous liquid, with a fishy smell!

That's blood.

Opposite Hang Qiuyu, dozens of cultivators all died, their throats were slit by a sword, and they fell to the ground, unable to rest their eyes.

Almost all those who dared to come near the Palace of the Emperor were seven-veined foundation building, and they all had some ability.

But these dozens of cultivators didn't even have the chance to sacrifice their spiritual weapons, so they died on the spot.

The power of a sword is so terrifying!

The cultivator in the back looked terrified, and hurriedly patted the storage bag, took out the amulet, and crushed it immediately. Then he sacrificed his flying sword and took out the shield, heartguard and other defensive spiritual tools.

Swish!

When the cultivators were ready and looked forward, Hang Qiuyu had disappeared.

A gust of wind blew across his face.

Hang Qiuyu has already rushed into the crowd with the Jinghong sword!

The sword light started, and the blood light appeared.

A cultivator was cut in half, blood spurted, and countless disgusting internal organs flowed out.

What kind of amulet, under Hang Qiuyu's sword, is like a piece of paper.

when!

There was a cultivator blocking the protective shield in front of him, blocking the Jinghong Sword for life, and there was a crisp sound.

The joy in this person's eyes has just emerged, and the next moment, the whole person's expression is frozen on his face, his eyes are dim, his head is on the side, and the vitality in his body is cut off!

A white mark appeared on this person's shield, and when it fell to the ground, it broke into two pieces.

A high-grade defensive spirit weapon was destroyed by the Jinghong Sword like this, and it couldn't even hold a sword!

Many cultivators changed color in shock, they dared not stay any longer, and fled into the distance like crazy.

This is the horror of Jian Xiu!

Although the Heavenly Desolate Continent respects the sword, a cultivator who is not an envoy Feijian can be called a sword cultivator.

The real sword cultivator is that the sword never leaves the hand, and the hand never leaves the sword.

Unlike the flying sword, the long sword in Jianxiu's hand has a hilt.

Jianxiu pays attention to swordsmanship, sword potential, and sword intent, and cultivates kendo, adhering to the unity of man and sword, the unity of man and man, and even the unity of man, sword, and sky!

In the realm of self-cultivation, whether it is Xianmen, Demons, or Buddhism, it is difficult to tell which sect, the monks of that lineage are stronger, and they have to end up fighting to find out.

But in the world of comprehension, a fact is recognized.

Jian Xiu's killing power is the strongest!

Among the three sects of immortals, demons, and Buddhas, the sword cultivators of Jianzong in the nine sects of immortals are the most famous.

The founder of Sword Sect at the time was the first Sword Emperor in ancient times.