Chapter 839, the ninth person, the god of the fourteen worlds

"Brother Sun, that demon can also be called 'Master Mother' in a certain sense. Even if you don't respect her, there is no need to hate her so much, right?" After hundreds of years of time, Huo Qingman, who has completely grown up, has become picturesque and beautiful. She can be said to be the most beautiful and best flower among the younger generation of Xueqiling. I don't know how many blood princes don't think about her and even fight with swords for her, and even Zhu Sansan, who has been devoted himself to her.

It's just that since the domineering sword in Huo Qing's waist suddenly came out of its sheath and cut off Zhu Sansan's hair, which is known as the "demon phoenix", most of the admirers can only hide their admiration in the bottom of their hearts and dare not speak lightly.

A fight at the foot of Huashan Mountain ended in Li Xuan's big defeat and loss. However, because of a slight omission in information rights, it led to a siege that he carefully planned and paid a great price, which turned into Zhu Sansan's anti-circlement killing.

The bloody fortress-style giant warship flew within 500 miles of the peak of Huashan Mountain, and the whole Huashan Jianzong was shocked. Even Yue Fuqun could not turn this matter into a big deal and a small matter. The matter of Li Xuan's interception of Zhu Sansan, the elder of this sect, was pushed to the table. Since then, Li Xuan has been working painstakingly in Huashan for hundreds of years. Flowing water.

It's just that the ultimate purpose of Zhu Sansan's besieging and killing this time was not achieved after all. Not to mention the capture and killing of Li Xuan, she was almost killed by Li Xuan, who suddenly broke out.

After the siege and killing plan was exposed, Li Xuan did not even escape at the first time, but chose to explode all his strength and try to forcibly kill Zhu Sansan and the blood spirit Su Yu who appeared after him. The weak aura that penetrated the world covered seven or eight hundred miles. Li Xuanzhen's swallowing hero was almost appalling, at least Zhu San Third, when Zhu Peng first entered the virtual step, there was absolutely no such amazing majestic Zhenyuan, which could almost guarantee the super-ratio output of tens of tens of thousands of tricks.

Just being pressed in Li Xuan's weak gas field, the huge-fought fortress warship in the Blood Spirit Ridge has been deformed by the defense shield. Later, Li Xuan held the sword with all his strength. The domineering and strong sword light, at the urging of the horror Zhenyuan, turned into a long river of sword spirit hanging upside down the Tianhe, and all the monks in the field As long as his skill is not as good as that of Li Xuan, he will be beaten by him, and he has no power to fight back.

With force to break the method, Li Xuan used his absolute strength to tell people in the world a truth: "The so-called 'wisdom' itself is far from as mysterious as ordinary people think. It's just a way to do things. Compared with absolute power, it sometimes looks very weak."

If it hadn't been for Li Xuanda's idea of preserving strength from the beginning, if it hadn't been for a lot of concerns at the foot of Mount Hua, if it hadn't been for his own sword road, it would have been magnificent and difficult to exert under his hands and feet, if not...

In a word, Zhu Sansan and his party were almost crushed and exploded by Li Xuan, who was full of force, at the foot of Huashan Mountain, and the costly fortress warship was almost beaten to scrap metal. Fortunately, at the most critical moment, a fierce and blazing night murderous spirit suddenly rose from the south of Huashan Jianzong, and the sword spirit rose and the wind and clouds changed, and the sky and clouds in that place were even rendered into a red and purple by the strong killing sword spirit.

Almost the next moment, at the highest peak of Huashan Mountain, a bright white eye-catching sword came out. It turned thousands of miles in an instant like electricity. In an instant, it tore Li Xuan's step virtual aura and hit him. Li Xuan's whole body suddenly appeared a faint dark black hole, and the black hole The flashing electric light of the black light lingered, and even generated a huge adsorption force to distort the space, which abruptly blocked the first strength of the sword light, but the blazing sword light was just as small as peeling off, and the second layer of sword light inside was more dazzling and sharp on Li Xuan's back.

At this time, Li Xuan's hard-working body refining technique played a very strong role in protecting the body, dispersing a layer of sword light again. However, it was not easy to hit with all his strength at the top of Huashan Peak. The third layer and the last layer of sword power suddenly broke out. From his back from Li Xuan's front chest, a lot of red blood splashed out. Three layers of sword power, but one layer is wrapped in one layer, and one layer is sharper and sharper.

"Taiyue Sanqingfeng, Yue is not a group of you."

Li Xuan roared, and his whole body suddenly turned into a sword and disappeared from the sword. Zhu Sansan, who had been suppressed, and Su Yu took action at the same time, but there was not even a moment of entanglement. The three separated in the next moment. Su Yu was cut off a wisp of temples, and Zhu Sansan's left arm was inexplicably sucked into a white bone by Li Xuan...

At the top of Huashan Mountain, Yue's big sleeves and high crown are as lonely and elegant as a fairy in the floating clouds, but Ningzhong beside him is not so natural. This female swordsman who is full of joy and anger has been devastated recently. First, her baby daughter was abducted by the demon giant, and once again, Ningzhong was stunned to find her own Huashan. Jianzong is no longer the Huashan Jianzong of the Yue family in the past. His husband has seen more and more flaws and flaws in the mastery of the whole sect.

"Brother, why did you just take action? Wouldn't it be better to let those rebels hang each other?" With red eyes, this beautiful woman said a little hateful words.

Listening to his sister's words, Yue Buchun slowly closed his eyes and did not respond. It was not what he wanted to take action just now. If he could, he hoped that the following rebels would kill each other more than Ningzhong. However, the sudden explosion of the sword spirit in the south was full of warning. It was the bloody ancestor Zhu Yun. The breath of...

Yue Buchun is also very afraid of this genius swordsmanship in kendo. He will never want Zhu Yun to appear at the foot of Huashan Mountain, because it means that the two of them have included the attack distance between them. If one can't control it, it is likely to lead to a full-scale battle between Huashan Mountain and the soul. This is at this moment. Yue Fuqun didn't want to see it anyway.

Don't forget that in addition to the internal disputes in Huashan, the other Siyue Jianzong is also coveted on one side. In recent years, the development of Huashan Jianzong has been a little too fast.

"Sansan, why didn't you do your best just now? If you and I put our efforts into leaving Li Xuan here with four levels of confidence, Yue Buchun can't watch Li Xuan and we have been entangled with us at the foot of Huashan for too long.

Su Yu reached out and gently touched the broken hair on the side of her face. Although Zhu Sansan was more injured than her, she was more dangerous than Zhu Sansan. Today, Su Yu is just a practice in the sky. Although she is good at kendo fighting power, her life expectancy is gradually approaching the dangerous period. The sky monk can only live about 400, and she practiced swords, and her cultivation once fell into a bottleneck, but it is far from the certainty of breaking the situation as Zhu Sansan, who had already reached the peak of the sky.

"Li Xuan is not so easy to kill. I'm very satisfied that he can uproot his power in Huashan this time. What's more, I understand why his cultivation can be improved so fast..." With this, Zhu Sansan shifted his eyes to his own Li Xuansheng. On his left hand, which was sucked into a white bone, Li Xuan, who had just been exhausted, slapped Zhu Sansan. The next moment he recovered his breath. Zhu Sansan's left arm was scraped into a white bone, but because of this, Zhu Sansan vaguely guessed what magic skills Li Xuan had practiced. No wonder his airway was so strong and refined. Fierce.

The imperial sword traveled quickly, as panicked as a homeless dog, and a gray sword light flew away quickly. Although it was relatively safe, Li Xuan still did not mean to stop, and even flew more fiercely and urgently. This is also normal. Hundreds of years of hard operation will be poured into the flow of water. Everyone will be angry. What's more, Li Xuan has been smooth for many years, but he has long lost the perseverance of his former youth.

"Demon phoenix, Su Yu, blood and soul, I, Li Xuan, swear that I will destroy all your people in the future... Who is there?" The words of hatred suddenly turned around. Li Xuan suddenly stabbed a sword behind him, but he was easily strangled by the opposite knife and one sword with a repeated spiral-like strength, which melted out the strength of the strong sword.

Li Xuan turned around and saw a Taoist man holding a pair of swords, standing by his side with dull eyes.

"Li Xuan... I'll explain... how about your business?" Obviously, it was a very simple word, but it was said intermittently by this Taoist, but Li Xuan seemed to be afraid of the Taoist in front of him. He seemed to inadvertently distance themselves from each other, and then said calmly and said indifferently, "Failure. If you are willing to take action, it is a winning game. Even if Yue and blood are useless, But you don't want to take action. I'm alone. You don't know how many masters there are in the southern blood soul now.

"Failure? No... It doesn't matter... I can't take action... air pressure... system... cause and effect... I'll give 'Greepery' to..."

"It's useless. Gluice is indeed powerful, but it doesn't match the ice strength of my own hard work. I can't exert the greatest power of this set of unique skills."

"Cold ice...not good...discard it..."

"Abandoned? It's easy for you to say. I have worked hard for a hundred years. Do you know how much I have suffered for it, how many words and lives have been risked and abolished? It's easy for you to say.

After a long silence, the Taoist man with loose hair and a worn-out Taoist robe said slowly, "Let's go... come on... you go with me."

"Where are you going?"

"The book and sword are in the sky... Grab the incense banquet... You will become the ninth... and the last person in my sect." After a moment of escape, the two fierce and fierce lights flew away. Since then, thousands of troops, people and horses from all directions have gathered together to win the incense.

Time spread, four years later.

The incense-grabbing banquet that attracted the world of the eight forces will finally begin. Before this magic banquet really started, it has attracted countless people to bleed for it, and countless people have paid a heavy price for it.

The righteous monk, the strong man of the devil, the strong force of the two principles against Mai Mang, with the book and sword star domain as the center, launched the most fierce fighting. In terms of pure strength, the devil's way is actually weaker than the righteous monk. The vast world, and the righteousness always exists. This sentence is not a simple empty word.

It's just that the Demon Sect has made too much arrangement in the book and sword star domain, but their power has blocked the impact of nearly six layers of the righteous monks. In addition, the older generation of monks at the bottom of the box will never easily take action, so in the book and sword star domain, the two forces can fight well. It is said to be colorful.

The nine giant peaks on the main plane of the book and sword have been built successive giant cities by the mortals they shelter. It has to be said that the adaptability of human beings is terrible, but it is only a short time. Even the older generation has not died, and human beings living in the giant city of Jiufeng have adapted to the current life. Live, even the red swirling sky above the head...

On the main peak of Jiufeng, there is the most gorgeous and huge palace. A beautiful woman in a black and gray robe and an old-fashioned dress stood in front of a pool. Through the pool, she looked down at the mediocre people like ants under the mirror.

"They, if they know that you have chosen this place as the battlefield of decisive battle, these hundreds of millions are almost doomed to die. I don't know if they will still be busy struggling with their current lives..." Although the clear and soft voice is beautiful, it is cold without any emotional fluctuations, which is the doomed death of hundreds of hundreds of millions of people, as if In her eyes, there are only slightly longer numbers.

"They will be crazy, angry, hysterical, but what does it matter? For us, they are just pets in captivity in their spare time. When they like it, they look at each other. When they are angry, they will run over to death with one finger. Sadness is as ants, which is insignificant." The person who answered was not the object of questioning by the woman in gray. A handsome young man carrying a huge sword box stepped in and intercepted the female husband Tang Ranli's words. At the same time, he also licked a face and approached the near side of the woman in blue on the main seat of the hall and said respectfully, "Sister Qing, the recent war report, Tianlong plane Duan Yu, Xu Zhu Death in battle, this is the fourth and fifth protagonist who has died in the past half a month. Until this time, on the main seat of the hall, the beautiful woman in a blue suit and a jade wrist supporting her chin to take a nap slowly opened her eyes, as if she had just woken up at this time. She said inadvertently and ruthlessly, "The low-level practice planes such as Shujian, Xueshan and Luding, even the son of the plane are also limited by the environment, and the upper limit of their strength. It also has its limits. Although Xu Zhu and Duan Yu are strong people in the advanced immortal plane, their cultivation is all ingenious. If Beiming can really make first-class strong people in batches without bottlenecks, then Xiaoyaozi would not have been plotted by his apprentices in those years... Don't be happy for the current success. It's really difficult. The actual combat faction hasn't been killed or injured yet.

Speaking of this, the woman known as "Sister Qing" paused for a moment, but frowned slightly and said, "Hasn't Chu Xuanji come back yet?"

"No, the madman came back and brought back a seed. I've seen it first. He has excellent qualifications and a pretty good nature."

"I can rest assured of your vision. In this case, you can put him on the ninth peak."

"Yes"

After a conversation, the man carrying a huge sword box turned back and turned away, while Tang Ranli, dressed in a black and gray robe, walked behind the woman in blue and pressed his hands on her knife-like shoulder and said bitterly, "Sister, Wen is getting more and more annoying. Every time I see his eyes looking at you, I want to look directly. The beads were dug out, and the cultivation was not very good, but it was full of bad water, and the toad wanted to eat swan meat.

"Ha ha, if he can fulfill what I want in my life, what if I finally meet his wishes?" Compared with Tang Ranli's disdain, the Yue female sword practitioners known as "Qingjie" don't care about it. In fact, it is true. In this life, in this life, she has no attachment except for the heart demon of her life with the sword, and even the most basic obsession of living has disappeared.

As soon as the words came out, the whole hall was silent. After a long time, Tang Ranli pressed A Qing's shoulders and said gently: "Sister Qing, why are you in such a hurry? Like Song Qingshu and others, little by little change, accumulate small changes and eventually change the direction of the general trend, why do you have to face the fatal danger? I can feel that with the death of those 'protagonists' one by one, the whole world, the universe, and even the operation of the road have become more and more serious. I gradually feel a deadly danger approaching, Sister Qing.

"The way of Jiuyin is indeed a unique learning of great success. Xiaoli, you have gradually felt the trend of the whole world, which is very good."

He spoke softly and seemed to careless, but under the insistence of Tang Ranli, Ah Qing finally explained with his own understanding: "Xiao Li, haven't you faced the most terrible swordsmanship 'Thirteen Swords' in the world, have you? It can be called the ultimate of the most perfect killing sword move in the world, which is like a most sophisticated mechanical perfect ring. The more support, the more defensive, the more persistent it is. In the end, the more defeated, death and death. The meaning of the sword is so, and so is the same. With the method of small momentum and great victory, it is impossible to count the way of heaven. The only possibility is to forcibly separate each other's victory and death when it exerts the first few swords. If not, the more procrastination, the less likely it is to survive. The incense banquet is the last game I play with Jin Yong. Either he dies or I die. At this point, A Qing's natural blue and white fierce sword spirit in his pupils actually made the surrounding space broken and cracked, which made him turbulent.

At the same time, in terms of the righteous monks who are still struggling to make a breakthrough, Song Qingshu is listening to one annoying war report after another, fourteen heavenly planes, more than a dozen planes of the protagonists of luck, each of which is important. If only one or two fall, there is no need for Song Qingshu to do it, the inertia of the general trend However, it will make up for the fall of three or four, and Song Qingshu is not unbearable. However, as the protagonists die more and more and continue to die, Song Qingshu gradually feels that he can't stand it. He vaguely understands the meaning of A Qing, the leader of the free heaven, but he understands that it does not mean to accept it. A Qing is ready to face the most. In the end, Song Qingshu still wanted to live for another two years.

"Dat, damn, damn, she is a dead net, she is going to die, she is going to be a crazy woman." With a wave of his big sleeves, the exquisite tea sets on the table were smashed. He was not a quiet person. The situation in front of him was so bad that he could not accept it.

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