Chapter 102: The End

"Why don't you run away?"

The leading Dharma-phase cultivator had a gloomy face. They had over ten thousand Yuanshen cultivators, five Dharma-phase cultivators included, besieging a Yuanshen realm sword cultivator, yet they lost so many people.

Even two Dharma-phase monks were killed! Although it was all because of that holy sword, his eyes swept over the Soul Devouring Gourd behind Bai Jiange, and his expression eased slightly. As long as he could get the Soul Devouring Gourd back, these losses would be acceptable.

These Qianyuan monks are now like rats, becoming increasingly difficult to hunt. These 100,000 true spirits are not a small number and can save them a lot of time.

What they lack now is time! Bai Jiange looked at the people who were watching eagerly, and suddenly smiled. He stroked the long sword at his waist with his left hand and said slowly:

"Since you don't want me to leave, I will kill you all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of sword in the sea of ​​qi, and a sword-shaped Yuantai with golden light flew out of the body, circling and merging into Ren Tu in an instant.

Chant! The sword chanted, and Ren Tu emitted a dazzling red light. Bai Jiange's momentum rose, and he was close to the Great Perfection of the Yuanshen Realm in an instant.

The three Dharma-image cultivators and many black-robed men were all stunned. Bai Jiange was indeed the most brilliant sword cultivator they had ever seen, but without the supreme sword intent of the holy weapon, even if he burned his primordial fetus, he could only barely reach the great perfection of the primordial spirit realm.

He is not even as good as many men in black robes, let alone the three Dharma-image monks, yet he dares to speak so arrogantly and say that he will kill them all.

Everyone thought that Bai Jiange was crazy. A Dharma-image monk gave a look, and several men in black robes flashed and were about to get rid of Bai Jiange. At this time, the sound of a sword suddenly rang out again.

I saw another sword-shaped embryo circling out of Bai Jiange's body and merging into Ren Tu. Bai Jiange's momentum rose again.

Everyone was stunned at this moment, even the few men in black robes who were preparing for a surprise attack were stunned where they were.

What's going on? How could he have two embryos?

Without giving everyone time to think, sword-shaped Yuantai flew out one after another, nine in total, all of which merged into the butcher.

A terrifying sword intent pierced the sky!

The butcher was like a red crystal, emitting red sword light, and the space around him was cut into fine cracks by the sword light.

Bai Jiange's white robe rustled, and every strand of his white hair was shining with sword light. The sword pattern between his eyebrows was shining brightly, and those with insufficient cultivation would be blinded by just one glance. His eyes, which contained infinite sword intent, glanced at everyone indifferently, and said expressionlessly: "You want to kill me?"

The three Dharma-phase monks came back to their senses. All this happened in a flash. They suppressed the shock in their eyes and said in a difficult voice: "Monster! It is truly a monster! Everyone listen to my order, kill this man at all costs!"

The Dharma-phase monk had unknowingly shifted his target. At this time, the Soul-Swallowing Gourd was no longer important. If this evil sword cultivator grew up, it would be a catastrophic disaster for their Dark Underworld! Even if this person had burned his Yuantai, this evil monster was a person with great luck. It was not impossible to restore his Tao foundation. Only by completely destroying his true spirit could we be sure of nothing! "Kill!"

The three Dharma-image monks no longer hesitated, with huge Dharma-images floating behind them, they broke through the void and rushed up in an instant!

Thousands of black-robed men followed closely behind, and many cultivators even burned their primordial fetuses, looking fanatical.

"No heaven, no earth, no me, no sword - Guixu Sword Technique!"

Boom! Endless sword beams poured out, and Bai Jiange's figure quickly shuttled through the sea of ​​sword beams. Each sword beam seemed to be his incarnation.

As the sword swung out, groups of people in black robes were chopped into nothingness by the sword light. The aftermath surged, filling the void with cracks and cutting the earth into countless bottomless fissures.

They had to admit that Bai Jiange's strength at this time was no less than that of the Dharmakaya, and as a sword cultivator, his killing ability was even more terrifying, and even they could not see through the sword skills he displayed.

Humph! A Dharma-image monk snorted coldly, stretched out his hand from the Dharma-image behind him, and a huge bow with flowing light appeared in his hand. He pulled the bow and countless energies gathered into arrows. An inexplicable aura instantly locked onto Bai Jiange.

Bai Jiange, who was mowing the grass, was startled and quickly flashed his figure several times, but he still felt a force locking onto him. He suddenly realized that this arrow would hit him and he couldn't dodge it. He could only take it head-on!

Whoosh!

A white light flashed, and a crack appeared in the void. The light arrow condensed by countless energies appeared in front of him. Bai Jiange's pupils shrank suddenly, and the tip of Ren Tu's sword, like a red crystal, cut through the space and pierced the light arrow at the critical moment!

At the point of collision, a dark hole appeared silently, and the next moment a terrifying shock wave shot out, and many unlucky black-robed people were directly shot and killed by the aftermath of the sword light!

Boom! Bai Jiange was pressed into the air by the terrifying force, creating a big hole on the ground. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. In the moment of the collision, he stabbed out thousands of swords to barely block the arrow. He was indeed a Dharma Realm master, and his strength was truly terrifying.

The Dharmakaya monk holding a treasure bow in the void stepped forward, creating a big hole in the void. His whole body was shining with light, and he pulled the huge treasure bow again. His eyes were cold and fixed on Bai Jiange in the big pit.

The other two Dharma-image monks pinched their fingers to make incantations, and golden light shone from their Dharma-images behind them. A nine-story pagoda, with tremendous force, smashed towards the big pit. A purple lightning bead floated in the purple lightning sea, and thick purple light beams shot out!

Bai Jiange stood straight in the big pit. He remained calm in the face of the terrifying attack from the Dharmakaya monk. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, threw out the Ren-Slayer in his hand, and made sword gestures.

"First Coming - Blade Storm!"

The wind is blowing! The boundless sword light field formed by Guixu Sword Art was instantly activated, merging with the countless sword intentions inspired by Bai Jiange, forming a huge vortex storm connecting heaven and earth in an instant!

Bai Jiange's eyes were alert. This move was a move that even he couldn't completely master. Hundreds of sword intentions were splashing wildly in the storm vortex, colliding and merging with each other. Different sword intentions would undergo uncontrollable changes under such circumstances! This move made it impossible to distinguish between friend and foe ! The sword storm was getting bigger and bigger, with all kinds of light flashing in the center. An inexplicable wave was faintly transmitted. The three Dharma monks in the void were actually unable to stand steadily. A terrifying suction force held them tightly. They were too close to the storm, almost in the storm, and even their attacks were pulled by the vortex.

Bai Jiange's face changed, his figure flashed, and he quickly moved away from the storm. Many people in black robes also turned around and ran away!

The void began to disappear silently from the core of the storm, and the sword light storm exploded instantly. Dense space cracks spread out, and all the black-robed people who were swept by the aftermath were directly turned into nothingness, and even their true spirits were annihilated. Even the forbidden formation here was destroyed by the aftermath in a flash.

Not good! The three Dharma-phase monks in the void changed their expressions wildly, and urged their Dharma-phase to instantly cover their bodies, bursting out with all their strength, shooting into the distance, trying their best to escape the swallowing of the storm.

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Boom! After a long time, a loud noise was heard, resounding through the heaven and earth, and the void was completely shattered. The space of this small world was really too fragile.

Even though the sword storm erupted in the void, a huge hole was blown out on the ground, a thousand feet deep! Crack!

An arm pierced through the soil, and Bai Jiange crawled out of the ruins. His face was pale, his breath was weak, his long white hair was messy, and his white robe was stained.

Bai Jiange frowned slightly, and was about to circulate his true energy to clean out the filth, but he found that his body was clean and his Qi sea was badly damaged. There was no trace of true energy left. He couldn't help but show helplessness.

He stood up and slowly sat down against the rock, looking calmly at the black-robed men who were slowly surrounding him. A moment later, three disheveled figures fell from the void, their robes torn and their faces pale. They were the three Dharma-image monks.

The three of them were closest to the sword storm, and even though they tried their best to dodge, they were still seriously injured.

Of the more than ten thousand men in black robes, only about two thousand are left dead, and of the five Dharma-image cultivators, only three are left, and they are seriously injured. All of this was caused by the sword cultivator in the Yuanshen realm before him.

Everyone stared at the white-clothed swordsman leaning against the rock with alert eyes, as if he was not a swordsman in the Yuanshen realm, but a ferocious beast that would choose its prey! Bai Jiange, who had reached his limit, gently stroked the emerald long sword in his arms, raised his head and looked up at the sky, his eyes empty. In the end, will you still accompany me, Senior Sister?

Bai Jiange withdrew his gaze and looked at the people who were slowly approaching, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

You want my soul, right?

Then I'll give it to you! Bai Jiange's mind sank deep into his soul. At the core of his soul, an invisible and intangible long sword flew around a little true spirit like a lively fish. Bai Jiange's mind slowly reached out to the long sword.

The cracked lips slowly opened, and the voice was hard and cold.

"The End Sword..."

(End of this chapter)