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Chapter 72 Xuanhen Shock

Xuanhen Sword Sect, Xiaoyao Peak.

The clouds turned into wind and thunder, and the immeasurable sword energy condensed into the shape of a dragon, rolling and leaping in the sea of ​​clouds. The sword dragon spit out thunder, its sound was either angry or sad, and scattered golden scales and light flowers all over the sky, turning into a rain of blood and flying, and when it landed, it turned into nothingness.

The roar of the dragon's anger and mourning was shocking, five times, ten times,... and finally seventeen times before the sound was silenced.

Seeing this, countless disciples of the Xuanhen Sword Sect stopped to escape from the light, unsheathed their spiritual swords, and drew a line up and down in the void as a sword ceremony.

The expressions of some senior disciples suddenly changed, or they looked confused, and they looked ferocious.

A new disciple saw the face of the senior brother next to him changed drastically and asked cautiously, "Senior brother, what happened?"

But he saw his senior brother shaking his head and sighing, "I didn't expect that seventeen senior brothers would break their swords in one day. Since the sword dragon is angry and mourning, they must be the swordsmanship talents of each sword hall.

After such a major change, the next ten years will definitely be troubled, alas! "

In Xiaoyao Peak and Zangfeng Hall, a group of golden elixirs also wanted to know what happened.

All the nine sword halls had golden elixirs coming to the hall, just to witness the situation with their own eyes.

Yu Qifeng, the headmaster of Xuanhen Sword Sect, looked around at all the golden elixirs and couldn't help but regret a little. He didn't want to be careless and the consequences would be tragic.

Just listen to him say, "Yu Huaiyuan, Lan Linjun, you two just sit down and wait for me to use the wisdom of the sword to restore the situation that day."

Yu Huaiyuan and Lan Linjun were sitting back to back on the jade platform in the palace. Yu Huaiyuan had a sad and angry look on his face and nodded in response, "Please teach me how to cast a spell to see what happened to that thief."

Lan Linjun's face also changed from blue to white, and he nodded silently.

Zheng! Two streams of light passed by, and the illusory sword flower sank into the heads of the two people. Above the hall, the light of the sword flickered, creating two illusory images, which were exactly the scenes that took place during the capture.

Yu Qifeng sighed, "Let's all take a look. We did stop people at the Ghost River, but..."

After a long time, the light and sound dissipated, and many golden elixirs were silent.

Lan Linjun's face was already filled with tears, and he knelt down with a "pop", his words filled with sadness,

"If Senior Brother Xiao hadn't sacrificed his life to break the formation, the two of us would have died in the ghost formation. We also ask the elders of each hall to make the decision to avenge the brother who broke the sword."

Yu Huaiyuan stood up and bowed his hands to all the golden elixirs, "This mission was caused by my poor planning. I mistakenly surrounded the man in the ghost world and did not use thunderous means to kill him. That's why he built up his momentum and was killed." Many senior brothers and sisters.”

His face was full of sorrow, and he said bitterly: "I am willing to accept the punishment. I only ask the sect to allow me to practice the Burning Heart Sword Art. Even if I lose my life, I will personally kill this thief."

Yu Qifeng looked at the two of them, and said in a serious voice, "You two go down to rest first. The Jindans will arrange this matter. Don't worry, the swords of my Xuanhen Sword Sect will not be left vacant."

When Yu Huaiyuan and Lan Linjun left the palace, Yu Qifeng turned around and said to the Jindans,

"Why so many Taoists were asked to intercept a disciple of Wangui Peak? The Immortal Lord issued a strict order. I can't say.

Ji Cuiyu from Wangui Peak is related to a secret of our Xuanhen Sword Sect and must be captured. Do you have any opinions? "

One of the Jindans said with a voice as cold as ice water: "If there is any need for explanation, the person must be in the Mingtan Sect, knock on the door and ask them to hand over the person."

Another Jin Dan said, "The reason is that seventeen Dao disciples were killed by a Ningzhen disciple of the Ming Tan Sect. It's very shameful, right? If I force the Ming Tan Sect to make friends again, my Xuanhen Sword Sect's face will be lost." Just step into the mud.”

Indeed, no one could have predicted such a result beforehand.

There are nineteen Xuanhen Dao disciples in the nine sword halls. They have no shortcomings in fighting skills. Catching a demon cultivator disciple is just a matter of easy success. Even the worst case scenario that Yu Qifeng had ever thought of was that the disciples from Wangui Peak stirred up the trouble and ran away.

Who would have thought that seventeen Taoist swordsmen would occupy three levels of Ningzhen's late stage heritage.

"Is Ji Cuiyu the true successor of Mingtan Sect?" a Jindan elder asked in a deep voice.

"It's not a true successor. The Sword Transformation Competition is coming soon. There are records of the fifteen true successors of Mingtan Peak and the chief of the inner sect. This person is not on the list."

The elder smiled and said, "Since it is not true, I suggest passing down a secret order. If our sect's Jindan encounters this Ji Cuiyu, he will find a reason to kill him and bring the body back to the sect."

"What about the golden elixir and below?"

The elder smiled mockingly, "Below the Golden Core? Except for the top three or five in the sect who can compete for victory, of course the others must run quickly, even if they run slowly!"

Yu Qifeng thought for a while, "Then I will issue a secret order. When I see this Ji Cuiyu, I will kill him without any worries and take the body back to search for the soul."

Each sword hall went to tell Ningzhen disciples that if they encounter this person, they can fly away directly without fighting. "

Suddenly, Jin Dan asked, "What if Ji Cuiyu participates in the Sword Transformation Competition?"

As soon as this question came out, many golden elixirs in the hall suddenly became quiet. After a while, Yu Qifeng said with difficulty, "If we think about this matter long term, there will always be a way."

……

Ming Tanzong, Wangui Peak.

The young Taoist with a bony forehead, red lips and white teeth, smiled harmlessly.

Gui Ji Yinsou Tong Hui's expression was so complicated that she had mixed emotions.

Looking at Shen Caiyan, who stood behind the young man as pretty as an orchid plum, with a smile like a peach and plum, with a look of sadness on his face, he turned to Xie Lijun and said, "Is this the direct disciple Ji Cuiyu you mentioned?"

Xie Lijun glanced at Jiang Moshu and said with a smile: "Don't point it out, don't tell it, everything has a cause and effect.

Old Tong, this meat rotted in the pot. Speaking of which, you handed over these ten thousand ghost flags with your own hands, and now they are back to you, which is a good talk. "

Tong Hui was speechless for a while, but then he thought about it, what he wanted was to have a successor to Yugui.

Finally he let out a long sigh and said, "That's all, that's all. Whether humans and ghosts share the same path or they go different paths depends on your own destiny."

With a wave of his hand, dozens of ghost concubines appeared behind Tong Hui, showing off their graceful looks. Suddenly, there was a sinister wind and an evil atmosphere on the performance field.

The ghost girls are constantly switching between reality and reality, each with their own enchanting style and beauty, and their charming voices and laughter are endless, which makes people feel like wildfire burning their hearts, and makes people dream.

"You said that by chance, you refined the banner of ten thousand ghosts into a magic weapon. I still believe it. But you said that you have made a new ghost formation, which is not weaker than Can Jue. I don't believe it. Come on, show it to me. "Tong Hui's expression perked up, as if he wanted to take the test seriously.

"Please give me some advice, uncle."

Jiang Moshu smiled indifferently, and then with a snap of his fingers, Shen Caiyan stepped on the drum with her bare feet, making a sound like thunder.

Where the flags were displayed, the fighting ghosts rushed away with clanging swords.

There is not the slightest pity for the fragrance and jade, and there is no intention of appreciating the moon and shying away the flowers.

The impact of the murderous aura actually captured all the ghost girls. Under the random swords, they were all reduced to broken flowers and pistils, and the sinister atmosphere was completely dissipated by the fierce murderous aura.

Tong Hui's old wrinkled eyes suddenly opened wide, showing great amazement.

"What a powerful ghost-killing formation, good! Good! Good! From now on, our peak will add a powerful ghost formation, congratulations!"

Xie Lijun chuckled, clasped his hands and laughed, "This Ji Cuiyu is my disciple, of course it's good."

Tong Hui immediately glared at Xie Lijun, "Such a ghost formation genius, what can you teach me by majoring in ghost-suppressing magical powers?!

Let me pay the debt for Shen Xu's death in the Qifeng Fight. "

Xie Lijun...