Those who have mastered the Sky-Breaking Sword Intent all have white hair and golden eyes.

His heart was broken because of a woman, and he actually realized the Heaven Breaking Sword Intent when he fell into the devil. He is the youngest Sword Master, and also the scar that Wanjianshan is most reluctant to mention. Talking about Jiang Mi is a taboo in the world of immortal cultivation. The number one in the world on the Langya Immortal List has been changing for three hundred years, but everyone knows that the real number one is this fallen Sword Master.

Xing Yuan knew how powerful Jiang Mi was, so he naturally didn't dare to neglect him. Before coming, he had already informed the Immortal Alliance and asked all major sects to come and eliminate demons and defend the way. He himself, with the elite disciples of the Xingji Pavilion except Xing Xuan, served as the vanguard.

Seeing that Jiang Mi had already used the Sky-breaking Sword Intent, he stopped talking and gave the order to the Xingji Pavilion disciples behind him: "Start the formation!"

Countless spiritual lights rose up and intertwined in the air, forming complex magic patterns that appeared and disappeared. This formation was called the Immortal Execution Formation, and it was the most powerful killing formation in the Xingji Pavilion. It required nine sorcerers to work together, and then Xingyuan would control the center of the formation. No matter where the people in the formation went, they would die.

Suddenly, the light in the cave was dim, the cold wind was blowing, the weather was gloomy and miserable. In the Zhuxian formation, looking forward was dark and thick clouds and mist; looking back was the roaring of rapids and the whimpering of springs, like the voices of ghosts, gloomy and terrifying. Xingyuan's left hand slashed in the air, and the formation spun rapidly, and the murderous intent in the formation poured out like Jiang Mi!

The man stood there without dodging, his expression didn't change at all, and even his eyelashes didn't move. The sword light around him froze for a moment, and suddenly a green light rippled, like a vast sea of ​​swords, and the endless sword energy shook everyone in the cave so much that their clothes flew up.

The sea of ​​swords easily blocked all attacks, then rushed out of the Zhuxian Formation and headed straight for the disciples of the Xingji Pavilion. With a few strange "chi chi" sounds, the heads of the nine disciples were severed at the neck, and their bones rolled on the messy ground, with horror still in their eyes.

Xing Yuan used the Thousand Machine Fan to block a sword energy, but a cut was still made on his fair face, and blood flowed out. When the next sword light was about to block his throat, a white light flashed, and the buzzing sound of swords clashing rang out, blocking the sword for Xing Yuan -

An old man dressed in black, followed by several young swordsmen also dressed in black, slowly walked into the cave.

"Alliance leader, am I not late?"

Xing Yuan smiled: "No, Master Yun came at the right time."

The old man looked at Jiang Mi with an expression of hatred and regret: "Today, I'll trouble you all to help Wanjian Mountain clean up the mess."

Jiang Mi smiled coldly, raised his right hand slightly, and sacrificed the long sword that was only controlled by the Sword Master of all generations. The carvings on the hilt were like the movement of stars, and the blade was like a cliff thousands of feet high. The sword light was like a thousand-year-old ice pond, the water was cold but not frozen, the cold air was murderous, and when the blade was vibrated, it was like the roar of a tiger and a dragon, lingering in the air.

"How dare you, a mere ant, talk about cleaning up your own house."

After saying that, he waved his sword lightly, and a kind of mist-like invisible pressure suddenly spread rapidly around the sword body. In an instant, a hole was torn open in the cave, and then the entire Muyun Peak trembled violently, and it actually split directly in the middle!

Sunlight shone into the cave from the crack, and along with it came a biting cold wind mixed with frost and snow. Those who didn't have time to dodge were turned into dust by the sword energy.

When everyone in the Immortal Alliance saw this scene, their faces turned pale - the Emperor Heavenly Sword, the ancestor of all swords, was actually being ordered around by this fallen demon!

Yaoyue took the opportunity to help Xiaowu retreat to the vicinity of the rift and asked softly, "Can you fly the sword?"

Xiao Wu nodded and shook his head: "Of course I can, but I'm not good enough, so I can only carry myself."

"Just go ahead and don't worry about me."

As they were talking, several fairies in white clothes, holding pipa and guqin, descended from the sky, followed by a woman in black flying on a sword in the distance.

When Xiaowu saw the woman in black, his eyes immediately lit up: "Master!"

Qin Qianxue also saw her, but when her eyes fell on the woman in red beside her, she couldn't help rubbing her eyes: How strange, how come this girl looks exactly like her master?

——Today there were so many strange things. She was looking for her apprentice when she saw that all the major sects of the Immortal Alliance were heading towards Muyun Peak, which made her think that Xiaowu had caused some big disaster.

"You're finally here." The girl in red breathed a sigh of relief at her.

If the appearance was a coincidence, then the voice was definitely not a coincidence. Qin Qianxue was shocked and asked in a trembling voice: "Master?"

"It's me. Let's get out of here first, and I'll explain the rest to you slowly."

At this moment, a passionate piano melody, like thousands of horses galloping, broke through the air!

Jiang Mi's face suddenly changed, his pupils trembled violently, and the dark golden pupils gradually turned blood red, just like the unconscious demons in the Demon Realm! Then the sound of the pipa sounded, like the cry of a monkey in the Three Gorges, and like the sobbing of a mermaid at night, extremely sad.

Qin Qianxue's expression was stern: "Master, let's go quickly! This Miaoyin Sect's battle entry song is mind-destroying, we can't listen to it for long." As she was about to pull her onto the flying sword, she looked at the man in the center of the battlefield, and her heart tightened -

Jiang Mi's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and a terrible violent aura burst out of the sea of ​​blood in his eyes. The sword light around him became chaotic. He could only bend down and gasp for breath, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood!

Although the cultivation speed of a fallen demon is fast, his mind is far less stable than that of an ordinary person. If he cannot control his inner demon, he will become a demon without wisdom or knowledge. Everyone can see that his mind is in danger, and it only takes the last straw to collapse. By then, no matter how powerful he is, he will be slaughtered by others because his mind is like that of a three-year-old child.

At this moment, a fearless person suddenly appeared and walked straight towards Jiang Mi. The thousands of sword energies did not hurt her, and she stretched out her hands to cover his ears and mouthed the word "run".

The man took a deep breath, forced himself to stand up straight, and brushed her hand away: "No need... ahem, no need for you to pity me."

The girl had no choice but to tiptoe closer to his left ear and said, "Then please have pity on me. I don't want to be a widow."