Chapter 1762 The Sword of Righteousness

"You are the first one who dares to catch the sword with your hands!"

As Zhang Wanli smiled coldly, a buzzing sound was heard, and then the sword shook violently, and a strong murderous aura suddenly burst out.

"Hmm?" The old man from the Lion King clan looked at him, and was about to retract his fingers, but it was too late!

With a "puff" sound, the two fingers holding the sword flew directly into the air, and blood spurted out. A cold light flashed and went straight to the neck of the old man from the Lion King clan.

"You dare to hurt me? Aren't you afraid... that our demon army will enter the country and sweep across the human world?"

The elder of the Lion King clan narrowed his eyes, spoke coldly, and retreated quickly.

"You demons provoked first, since you want to fight, why should we humans be afraid?"

Zhang Wanli held the killing sword in his hand, and the whole person was surrounded by murderous aura, like a killing god. The killing sword in his hand even appeared in the void.

The elder snorted coldly, and then his body shook violently, and he actually transformed into his original form.

It was a male lion that was five or six meters long. His body was extremely strong, and his golden hair was like a burning flame, emitting a hot breath.

At this time, the mad lion suddenly opened its mouth and roared at Zhang Wanli.

"Aohou..."

This roar shook the void, and ripples spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Brother Wanli, be careful, this is the Lion Roar of the Lion King Clan!" I hurriedly warned.

But Zhang Wanli was too close to the mad lion. At this moment, as the sound waves spread, he had no way to avoid it and was immediately enveloped by the heavy sound waves.

He was seen shaking all over, and a hint of chaos appeared in his eyes, and the whole person was stunned on the spot.

Not only him, but even the people below were affected and had a brief moment of unconsciousness. Of course, only the children of the aristocratic families and some second-rate casual cultivators were affected. The disciples of the famous and upright sects were naturally safe because they were protected by the elders and the headmaster.

"Are you going to lose?" Hu Zi gritted his teeth and was about to attack, but I stopped him.

"Let's see!" I whispered.

Zhang Wanli is the outstanding young generation of Longhu Mountain. Although I have never fought with him, after several contacts, I can feel that this person has a very deep cultivation and a very high combat power, which is stronger than Hu Zi and Wang Qian!

Sure enough!

Almost as soon as I finished speaking, I saw a purple light suddenly burst out from Zhang Wanli's chaotic eyes. Then, he flashed and disappeared in front of the wild lion in an instant. The killing sword in his hand went straight to the back of the wild lion's head at an extremely strange and tricky angle.

"This sword... is so strange!" Wang Qian couldn't help but speak.

Zhang Wanli's sword was not only filled with a strong murderous aura, but also exuded a...neutral and peaceful aura, especially his clear eyes and a layer of faint qi shrouding his body, which gave people a feeling of righteousness.

But he was clearly using a sword technique to kill people!

"It's the Haoran Zhengqi Sword from the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain!" Luohua Wuhen whispered, "This is the unique skill of the Tianshi Mansion. Only those with the purest hearts and a righteous spirit can practice it. Even in the Tianshi Mansion, only the old Tianshi and a group of elders can access it. I didn't expect that the old Tianshi would pass the Haoran Zhengqi Sword to him. It seems that the old Tianshi wants to train him to be the future Tianshi successor!" "So

that's it!" I nodded slightly.

At this time, the killing sword had already attacked the back neck of the mad lion. Because he turned into a mad lion, his movements were extremely inflexible and he couldn't turn back, so he didn't notice the track of the killing sword at all.

However, just as the killer sword was about to kill the mad lion, an old man from the human race stepped out again. His palm instantly turned into a lion's claw, and then he thrust forward fiercely.

With this thrust, the yellow-haired claw seemed to penetrate the void and collided directly with the killer sword.

First there was a "ding" sound, and then, an extremely violent energy suddenly erupted with the two people as the center.

In an instant, the dense murderous aura, the sharp sword aura, and the violent demonic aura mixed together, forming a storm that swept over fiercely.

"Wanli, come back!" An elder of Longhu Mountain spoke.

Hearing this, Zhang Wanli tapped his feet lightly in the air, and with the help of this violent force, he flashed and flew back quickly. In the blink of an eye, he retreated to the gate of Haoran Hall again.

"Hmph, what's the point of using your strength to bully the weak!"

The elder of Longhu Mountain snorted coldly, and then waved his sleeves fiercely.

As he waved his sleeves, the terrifying energy that had just condensed and was about to explode seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force, and it was intertwined and directly sucked into the elder's sleeves.

"Oh my god!" Everyone was stunned. Even I was slightly startled. Hu Zi on the side couldn't help but say, "What the hell... is this magic? Such violent power is directly put into the sleeves? Aren't you afraid of hurting your arms? What material is his robe made of? It can't be broken by such violent energy?"

"Is this your way of hospitality in Longhu Mountain?"

The old man who transformed into a mad lion has turned into a human form. He raised his palm with two fingers missing, with a gloomy face.

"Hehe, our Longhu has been passed down for thousands of years, and we have always followed the teachings of the Three Pure Ones and the saints, and we treat all those who seek the Tao with courtesy. However... for some arrogant lunatics, we Longhu will definitely not be polite!"

The face of this Longhu Mountain elder looked about sixty years old, wearing a purple gilded Taoist robe, with white hair and white beard, giving people a sense of immortality.

At this moment, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but his eyes were full of disdain for the Lion King clan.

"This elder is the junior brother of the old Tianshi. Although he is not very old, he looks only in his sixties, but he is already nearly a hundred years old!" Mao Buhui came to my side and whispered in my ear.

I nodded slightly. This elder was extremely profound in both temperament and cultivation, and his words were full of confidence and the bearing inherited from a great sect.

"Oh? You mean... my Lion King clan overestimated their own capabilities and didn't know what was good for them, and shouldn't have come to Longhu Mountain for the sacrifice?" The old man with the broken finger had a gloomy face and sneered, "What if... we insist on entering the Haoran Palace and insist on the sacrifice? What can you do?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly flashed and flew directly to the Haoran Palace.