Chapter 88 The Rebellion of the Wall

Chapter 88

The uncontrollable mood is always immature!

Using the power of the world, almost cruel ascetic practice has finally stabilized the realm of the Sword Emperor, and the receiving and sending has been determined.

Let's say that the thousands of soaring realm masters shot from all directions. On the three-foot green front, they all shot several inches of sword light, which was spectacular, while on the other side, Leng Ruo frost's lips were purple, and his body swayed, as if he would fall down at any time.

"Get out of here!" With a loud shout, then an invisible powerful breath spread out, and the thousands of long swords suddenly stopped in the air, and then the thousands of soaring martial artists and swords were shaken away by an invisible force.

Fengyun Wuji let go of half of the bondage of the Sword Emperor's Realm, and a powerful breath made everyone present tremble, but listening to the endless sound of swords, everyone of the Muzi Sword School was shocked to find that the long sword in his hand had a tendency to get out of hand.

Just when everyone was shocked by this terrible breath, a dark and cruel color suddenly flashed in Xiang Jue's eyes. He abandoned the long sword in his hand. His right hand was like a sword and stretched out to Leng Ruoshuang's chest. At this moment, Xiang Jue's right hand seemed to have turned into a long sword, and

"The sword of the sword demon!" Fengyun Wuji almost recognized the unique skills used by the other party at a glance. Seeing that Leng Ruoshuang was about to be hit by the heart, Fengyun Wuji shouted angrily, and his big sleeves were spread out. His right hand rushed out of the underworld, and Xuxu made a seal on Xiang Jue. Then he heard a scream. Xiang Jue seemed to have been hit by a giant mallet. When he was less than three feet away from Leng Ruoshuang, he suddenly flew out. In the air, the gray robe on his body was suddenly divided into extremely thin strands, and then the wislits of cloth were quickly divided into strands, and .

On the exposed ** chest, dense blood lines were crossed like nets and covered Xiang Jue's upper body, but listening to a sound of 'sneer' and 'sneer', the blood lines quickly expanded into shocking sword wounds. The skin and flesh rolled down, and wisps of blood lines shot out from the open skin net.

Boom!

Xiang Jue hit the corner of the inner courtyard of the Twilight Purple Sword School and smashed a huge gap. When he fell to the ground, he was already a bloody man, and his body was full of sword marks. He kept torping and tossss on the ground.

Fengyun Wuji's body shook slightly, and he had already cut into Leng Ruoshuang and the thousands of masters who were still stunned by this sudden change and could not react to the soaring realm of the Twilight Purple Sword School.

His right foot stamped on the ground, Fengyun Wuji's robe bulged, and the sword spirit broke through the air under his feet. The strong sword spirit forced the warriors around him to retreat dozens of steps. After a pinch of cold Ruoshuang, Fengyun Wuji's face immediately became ugly. Looking at Leng Ruofuoshuang's face alone, Fengyun Wuji knew that he was poisonous, but he did not expect that the poison was so domineering and weird, and the hegemony and weirdness were not as poisonous as this plane could have. Tao Tao's true spirit surged into Leng Ruoshuang's body and immediately protected his heart and brain. Fortunately, Leng Ruushuang's internal force was extremely deep, and the toxicity had not yet penetrated into the heart.

"Master... Master... That tea... Xiang Jue... For me... Tea... In..." A blue color also appeared on the cold eyelids, and his lips trembled and said.

The magnificent real qi poured into Leng Ruoshuang's body. However, how Ren Fengyun Wuji did it could not drive away the strange poison in his body. Seeing that Leng Ruoshuang's head was off, he had fainted. Fengyun Wuji's heart burned like a fire. Since the I can't see my disciple die in front of my eyes.

I really want to kill everyone in front of me. Feng Yun Wuji roared in his heart, but he couldn't do this. These people are masters of the soaring realm. Thousands of people must not be slaughtered because of this. Besides, they are also related to their own fate. In addition, judging from the situation just now, it was obvious that Xiang Jue took the leader's token to force these people to take action.

Just when Fengyun Wuji was extremely angry, the shout of Helian Nanshan suddenly came from behind him: "Senior, save me! If you don't save me, I will die!"

At the other end, Henan Nanshan grabbed a disciple in the costume of the Twilight Purple Sword School in one hand, and held a sword in the other hand and ran this way. Behind him, the dense disciples of the Twilight Purple Sword School were excited and flew all the way. If it hadn't been for Helian Nanshan's intelligence, he would I guess he died a long time ago.

"Ker this man! He actually pretended to be the master! He also rushed through the scum who became the leader of our Taishang, intending to usurp the foundation of the Purple Sword School. The disciples obeyed the order and never spare him. Xiang Jue suddenly rushed up from the ground and said a lot of words in one breath.

"The head!" When the dense disciples of the Twilight Purple Sword School who came later saw the tragedy of Xiang Jue, they exclaimed one by one. Then a large part of the people separated and rushed to Fengyun Wuji, while others still chased Shen Tu Mojun.

Hmph! A cold hum made everyone's heart shake.

Fengyun Wuji faced the excited disciples of the Twilight Purple Sword School. Suddenly, he slapped out a seal of the disciples. An invisible shock wave spread, but when he saw the dense crowd falling out in an arc, Fengyun Wuji's palm turned up, but listening to a scream, the tens of thousands of brothers suddenly However, they threw them backwards one by one and lay on the ground horizontally.

Fengyun Wuji's move was aimed at establishing prestige, so he had momentum. In fact, the disciples of the Purple Sword School were not hurt much, but they were too shocked by his power in his heart and forgot it.

"You haven't done it yet! ..." Xiang Jue shouted at the thousands of soaring martial artists. Each of these soaring people had to surpass Xiang Jue, but Xiang Jue was in charge of the seal of the sect and held the token of the ancestor of the creation school. Instead, they had to obey Xiang Jue.

Fengyun Wuji turned his head and stared at Xiang Jue coldly. The undisguised murderous spirit in his eyes made Xiang can't help but retreat.

He pinched the sword with his right hand, but when he heard the buzzing sword, the Twilight Purple Sword School, everyone was stunned to find that the long sword in his hand suddenly broke free from his control and shot into the air.

A chill spread in everyone's hearts like frost. Everyone, together with Xiang Jue, looked at the tens of thousands of spiral swords arranged up and down in the air in horror, and couldn't help but gasp.

The tens of thousands of spiral ladder-shaped swords in the air, under the control of Fengyun Wuji, made bursts of crisp sword sounds, and his right hand pointed down, and the tens of thousands of long swords suddenly fell down from the air with crystal sword light.

Awning!!!

Tens of thousands of swords turned into streamer, shot down backwards, and a handle shot down from around Xiang Jue. At first glance, there was a rain of swords in the air. Xiang shouted in determination, "I'm done!" I closed my eyes in despair.

For a long time, there was no sound. Xiang Jue opened his eyes, and his eyes were suddenly reflected by the light: the tens of thousands of long swords centered on Xiang Jue, arranged in circles, like a Taiji map.

At the corner of the wall, a little corner of clothes quickly disappeared, and a cold voice came from the air: "Let's keep your life for the time being. If the frost dies, you all have to die. If he is fine, I will let him take care of the door in person."

Xiang Jue couldn't help shivering when he heard the words, and his heart was full of despair. Is this still the ability that people should have? ......