Chapter 19 Unfinished

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Six people in Qingyi led hundreds of Yuanying Jianxiu. As soon as they appeared, they shocked the whole audience.

Why did Jianxiu, who had already been buried in the dust of history, suddenly appear today?

The information about sword cultivation that can be recalled in the minds of the surrounding monks is really rare, but in this rare information, it is revealed that sword cultivation in ancient times is the most powerful profession in the whole ancient continent, and its attack power is strong enough to be proud of the heroes!

The faces of the monks around became gloomy.

Some people even find a more surprising fact from the dazzling variables in front of them.

The people around Zhang Yan seem to be extremely mysterious and powerful.

The four leaders of the Hades Prison, the first hermit family, the Taoist Xuanmen of Taiqing, the Confucian Fengchi, and the sword cultivation that had long disappeared in the ancient continent...

How many encounters have he had in the past decades to get to know such mysterious forces?

At this time, there are more than 300 high-level monks beside Zhang Yan.

There are ten practitioners above the level of the gods!

I have to mention that the ugly and Bu Ruo around him can kill the non-human existence of the divine monks!

The people around no longer look down on the power in front of them, their faces are as gloomy as water, and no one dares to speak.

The atmosphere is quiet, the needle can be heard, and a trace of depression is gradually rising.

"Thank you all the predecessors in the world of Wanjian for coming to help!" Zhang Yan looked solemn and said in a low voice.

Qing Yi said coldly, "We are not here to help you."

Zhang Yan was stunned.

A smile appeared on the lips of Qingyi and said, "The sword cultivation of our sword world is back, and we want everyone in the ancient continent to know..."

Master Cai rushed to say, "Today, the awesome people in the ancient continent have arrived, which is a good opportunity to announce."

Zhang Yan's eyes swept over the faces of Qingyi, Master Xiao Cai, Xia Yichuan, Ning Su, Hua Qingyu and Leng Feng, and from the 100 Yuan Yingjie swords behind them...

He smiled softly.

He knew that what Tingyi said was true, but most importantly, they were helping themselves. If they want to announce the news that the sword world has returned to the ancient continent, they can do not need to accompany themselves to be the enemy of the whole ancient continent at any time and on any occasion.

Yes, standing with Zhang Yan at this time is the enemy of many monks in the ancient continent!

Feeling this heavy friendship, Zhang Yan suddenly felt that even if he died in battle today, it would not be in vain to walk in this world...

"All the Taoist friends present, I, Dongfumen Xuanting, now the situation is grim, and Zhang Yan has many more helpers. We should work together to kill the enemy in front of us, and then discuss the ownership of the Buddha and demon treasure. What do you think?"

In the crowd, a tall and powerful white-haired old man suddenly spoke in a low voice, and a group of monks stood beside him, and Meng Dongye was also among them.

"It's Xuanting, the elder of Dongfumen! The peak monk of the later level of the god!" Someone let out a low voice.

Xuanting's name is obviously great, and his proposal is in the arms of the monks around him. They were originally worried that Zhang Yan's power would not be able to eat Zhang Yan. Now Xuanting's suggestion just provides everyone with the possibility of cooperation. How can they not agree?

"Long Yinfeng, on behalf of the three god-level monks and 13 Yuanying monks of the Wangxian School, agreed to the proposal of Taoist friends." In the crowd, a cold and arrogant man in a snow-white gown took the lead in agreeing to this matter.

Long Yinfeng!?

Everyone was in an uproar. Wangxian School is the most low-key and mysterious of the three sects in the East China Sea, and this Long Yinfeng is a famous god monk of the Wangxian School 3,000 years ago. Its reputation is not inferior to Xuanting.

With the consent of the Wangxian faction, other sects also agreed one after another.

"Zhongtu Hengyue Zong Lie Binghan, agree with the proposal of Taoist friends!"

"Yan Chenzi, Qianyuzong in northern Xinjiang, agreed to the proposal of Taoist friends!"

"The Southern Wilderness Spell Men Luo Chensheng agrees with the proposal of Taoist friends!"

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At this time, these monks from all over the ancient continent who knew or did not know agreed to Xuanting's proposal and joined forces to become allies.

As the sound sounded one by one, it fell one after another. In the end, more than 1,000 high-level monks in various places formed a temporary covenant because of the great increase in Zhang Yan's strength:

Solve the enemy in front of you first, and then discuss the division of the Buddha and demon treasure!

Zhang Yan and others looked at the scene in front of them so quietly, as if they had expected them to be like this, and their expression was calm and unchanged at all.

Although they are only more than 100 people, they are not afraid of the monks around them.

"Team!"

Qingyi's eyes swept around the monks who were about to start the war, and he snorted coldly.

Then he saw that the 100 Yuanying swords from the sword world pulled out their long swords behind them and turned into three round arch defenses outside everyone.

They all looked restrained and moved uniformly, like the most elite army. The tip of the sword pointed out, and the horrible killing atmosphere filled the whole sky in an instant!

"What should a good man in the world of swords face the battle?" The voice of the blue coat suddenly rose and pierced the sky.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

One hundred Yuan Yingjie Jianxiu responded in unison, and the sonorous atmosphere containing infinite killing made everyone feel a magnificent atmosphere in an instant.

"What should we do with the enemy?" Qingyi is like the calmest and most iron-blooded general, drinking coldly and swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Unreveal!"

One hundred Yuanying Jianxiu responded loudly, and a few four words were shouted out by them with a magnificent and unparalleled spirit.

Zhang Yan stood aside and couldn't help but surge in blood, and his fighting spirit was boiling. He couldn't wait to fight immediately. The people next to him, whether it was the four leaders of Confucian Fengchi and the Underworld Prison, or Chu Xiushui and the empty real people, couldn't help but look surprised.

What a strong fighting spirit! What a cold killing!

When the monks around heard this voice like an oath, they couldn't help but feel awe.

"Well, it's just a group of native chickens and dogs that come out of nowhere. You are the figures standing at the peak of the ancient continent. How can you be afraid of them?"

Xuanting swept around coldly and immediately stopped hesitating. He clenched his right fist and shouted loudly, "Guys, fight! The treasure of Buddha and demon is not far away!"

As this sound fell, more than a thousand monks around him did not hesitate to sacrifice various magic weapons in their hands, flew into the air, and their breaths soared.

More than a thousand monks flew to the sky, like a dark cloud, covering the sun in an instant. At the same time, the airflow in the void suddenly became violent and roared everywhere.

The whole Mengling Mountains is shrouded in the horrible atmosphere that makes heaven and earth tremble!

"Let's fight, too."

Zhang Yan glanced at the air and was about to sacrifice the spiritual treasure Jinlian, but he was stopped by Qingyi, "Don't move, just do a good defense. Today, I want to show the whole ancient continent what is the sword cultivation with the highest attack power!"

Qingyi said this and shouted coldly, "Kill!"

"Kill!"

One hundred Yuanying monks shouted in unison, but their bodies did not move, but they sacrificed flying swords neatly.

A hundred flying swords escape from the air, like a hundred bloodthirsty dragons breaking free from the shackles, roaring out, the endless void is torn, and the ultimate sword spirit is like the sickle of death, turning into streamers to harvest the enemy's head.

In Zhang Yan's vision, this hundred long swords are almost teleportation, from the bottom up, like the most brilliant fireworks in the world. Under the extremely beautiful appearance, there is endless murder!

Seeing this, more than a thousand monks above their heads waved their most powerful magic weapons and smashed them down fiercely. All kinds of magic weapons were mixed with dazzling airflows, collided with these swords fiercely.

Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch...

The explosion sounded like a tsunami and earthquake sounded in the void, and the violent atmosphere dispersed, tearing and powdering the floating clouds; the trees, mountains and rocks, birds and beasts within a thousand feet were almost completely erased by the airflow.

Heaven and earth seem to be collapsing!

Zhang Yan's consciousness has been covering the whole battlefield, and he can't help but be shocked to witness the scene in front of him. With this one blow, 100 Yuanying Jianxiu killed nearly 60 enemies who could not hide!

There were no casualties on Zhang Yan's side!

"Gentlemen, if you don't do your best, just wait to be swallowed up by them little by little!" This voice contains endless anger, as if it retains the strength of its allies on its side.

"What the Taoist friend said is right. If anyone dares to do this again, don't try to get a trace of Buddha and demon treasure!" Xuan Ting's voice suddenly exploded.

And just as they were talking, 100 Yuanying monks on Zhang Yan's side launched another attack.

This time, they suddenly escape into the air, like a hundred black lights straight to the sky, waved the sword in their hands and killed the enemy.

The goal they selected is extremely clear, that is, the Yuanying monks. Under their extreme attack, those Yuanying monks will inevitably die in the almost deadly attack of hundreds of swords if they do not have extremely powerful magic weapons in their hands.

Puff...

There was dripping blood in the air, which seemed to be a bloody rain, mixed with mutilated legs and screams before death.

One hundred Yuanying-level sword practitioners only picked Yuanying monks to kill. If they were unfortunately met by the god-level monks, they would directly explode Yuanying. The result of their actions was fierce and completely ignored their lives, which instantly caused great trauma to the enemy.

The scene was very chaotic, but Qingyi forced Zhang Yan and others not to join the war.

Zhang Yan's eyes were tearing. He couldn't ignore him to help his people fight blood and even explode his life to kill the enemy, but he hid and stood by.

The 100-yuan baby Jianxiu is also a human and his own brother...

Zhang Yan's eyes instantly turned red, and his body exuded an extremely tyrannical atmosphere. He was about to escape into the air and fight side by side, but was stopped by Qingyi's words, "If you go up, they will only die faster!" Do you want to kill them?

Zhang Yan's heart was shocked and his eyes swept over the battlefield above his head, but he saw that the hundred monks had been submerged by many enemies and more than half of them had died. He couldn't help shouting angrily, "If I don't go, they will die. How can I watch them die in front of me?"

Qingyi said coldly, "Do you think you can turn the world around by joining the war?"

Master Cai explained, "There are too many of them, and the monks of the god level are more than ten times more than ours. If we don't do this, we can't usher in a trace of vitality."

Zhang Yan was shocked and gritted his teeth and said, "I, Zhang Yan, would rather not sacrifice the vitality of my own people!" With that, he sacrificed the spiritual treasure golden lotus and turned into a streamer and went into the air.

The ugly and Bu Ruo beside them also followed one after another.

"Brother Yan, I'll go with you too!" Zhang Baocai shouted and followed.

Chu Xiushui sighed gently and said quietly, "Chu Yu, let's go too." With that, her shadow suddenly disappeared in place.

Chu Yu, an old man in white, laughed and said, "Okay!"

The empty real person took out a golden dust from his arms and sighed, "There is nothing to do. Our cow's noses also have to kill people to understand the realm of nothing!"

Man Chu, Yan Qiu, Ji Qian and Tuo Feng looked at each other and didn't say anything, just like ghosts.

Wang Daoqi saw this and smiled at Zeng Fuzi and said, "Chizi's heart is not ungrateful. Congratulations."

Master Zeng nodded and said to the 30 Confucian Fengchi monks behind him, "The power of my Fengchi can't be buried. Stop the war!"

"Stop the war!"

Thirty high-level Confucian monks with big sleeves said loudly, and the magnificent righteousness on their bodies turned into almost substantial blue light to shine on the world!

"Brother Zhang Yan... is very different!"

Hua Qingye smiled gently and had a gorgeous water sword in his hand. He said to Qingyi and others around him, "The killing in the world of ten thousand swords is popular. It is common for us to die, but if you want to melt into the ancient continent, I think Zhang Yan's approach is good. You should cherish human life..."

Qingyi and others looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then sacrificed their sword souls and joined the war!

Battle——

Full opening!

PS: Yesterday's chapter seemed to make my brothers very happy. Today, I wrote it a little worried. I'm afraid that I can't code out the violent plot. It's very difficult to write.

Only then did I find that the more I care, the slower I write, and it may even be very bad... Well, this chapter has been grinding for four hours, so ashamed.