“Ancestor Jian Ge, you killed seven elders of the Holy Land. Now if you follow me and go back to the Holy Land of Yaochi, you will suffer less. Otherwise…” Taoist Qiong Hua held the flute across his lips, his eyes flashing with cold light, and the threat was evident in his words.
Chen Huaian said nothing, but just stood there with the sword in his arms.
Facing the murderous intent of Qiong Hua Zhenren, he was like a green pine standing in the wind, just looking at him calmly, as if he was completely still.
The sky in Lingxi Valley became increasingly gloomy, and suddenly a strong wind blew among the peach trees in the valley.
The new buds were protected by the leaves and not many fell off. However, the remaining petals were blown high into the sky by the wind, and after being torn apart, they fell in a riot of color.
Master Qiong Hua's patience has reached its limit.
She no longer waited for the Sword Pavilion Patriarch's answer, but simply placed her lips on the cold flute and blew gently.
Woo——!
The sound of the flute was not pleasant to the ear, but rather like a death horn on a battlefield!
In an instant the whole sky turned blood red.
In the clouds, countless corpses wearing broken armor and holding weapons formed an army of thousands of horses, and a bloody torrent rushed towards Chen Huai'an like a raging wave.
The boundless murderous intent of the thousands of troops gathered and condensed into high-speed spinning arrows.
The killing arrow passed through a flock of birds halfway, and the birds were crushed into powder before they could touch the arrow.
The disciples of Lingxi Valley also knew that Chen Jianzun was here to help.
He immediately activated the sect protection formation and enveloped Chen Huai'an, hoping that the sect protection formation could offset some of the attacks for Chen Jianzun.
However, there was only a loud bang.
The sect protection formation was instantly shattered by the impact, not even lasting a second.
All the large arrays hidden in the mountains of Lingxi Valley were destroyed, and the spirits housed in them were also blown to pieces.
From the gathering of killing arrows to the breaking of the sect protection formation and then to the approaching of the thousands of troops.
There was no change on Chen Huai'an's face or expression.
In the small world, everyone saw that at some point, a mist condensed into a phantom behind Chen Huai'an.
The phantom figure was kneeling on the ground with the sword across his knees, his eyes slightly closed as if he was dozing off.
Suddenly, the still air around Chen Huai'an came alive, and his red hair flowed like a stream through his black robe.
"I had a drink at Xinling, took off my sword and laid it across my knees."
The sound of silk thread came from the other side.
The sword on Chen Huai'an's waist and the phantom sword behind him trembled at the same time.
The sword blade slammed into the inner wall of the scabbard frantically, and wisps of blood spread from the sword, as if the sword body inside the scabbard could not wait any longer.
The bloodthirsty and murderous intent finally solidified into reality.
The sound of the flute condensed into thousands of troops and horses right in front of us.
Huh——!
The swords at the knees of Black Scale and Shadow were unsheathed at the same time.
The two sword blades merged into one, and a bright sword light shot out.
The sword light collided with the army, first forcing it to stop, and then melted into it bit by bit like solid ice falling into magma.
When Master Qionghua saw Chen Huai'an block the attack, he was extremely shocked, and the sound of the flute between his frown became more and more urgent.
But it's too late.
The sword's edge was embedded in the vast army, and its speed was getting faster and faster.
In the end, the entire army was completely penetrated, and even the bloody sky was torn into a silver line.
The curtain seemed to be cut open by a sword, and the bloody curtain was torn off by the sword energy, revealing the original color of the sky.
Chen Huaian still stood there without moving, but the space behind him was distorted, and he could vaguely see the shadow of a small world.
"Dongxu...Eight Realms?!"
Master Qiong Hua's voice was low and his pupils were trembling.
She is also in the eighth level of the Cave Void Realm, or the eighth level of the Peak Realm.
She was not afraid of Chen Huaian, she was just confused and surprised as to why the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion could reach the eighth level from the Cave Void Level in such a short time.
Is this world really so fast in cultivation?
Absolutely not.
There is only one reason - hiding your strength from the other party, and you have been hiding your strength all the time.
"Ancestor Jian Ge, what is your level of cultivation?"
The man in black clothes opposite him did not answer, as if he was disdainful of answering this question.
The water vapor behind him condensed into a phantom of a swordsman who stood up, holding the sword in his hand. He stepped back with his right foot and bent his body slightly, as if to draw his sword.
Upon seeing this, Qiong Hua Zhenren became alert and prepared various life-saving magic weapons to protect himself.
She didn't know why she had to be so careful when facing a monk of the same level, but her subconscious told her that she had to do so.
Otherwise...
You will die!
"Kill one person every ten steps—"
The sound of weaving silk was heard again.
Chen Huai'an took a step forward and instantly appeared three feet behind Master Qiong Hua.
He held the unsheathed black scale sword in his hand, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, and the misty shadow was still standing there, having already drawn the sword.
Master Qionghua was unharmed, but no one knew why.
That person just now, is he a sword?
“Crack—”
A crisp sound rang in my ears.
The broken crystal fell on his shoulders.
Taoist Qiong Hua realized later that the eardrum that was engraved with a protective formation had fallen and shattered.
She looked up in surprise, only to see that the defensive barrier she had set up earlier was now covered with dense silver-white sword marks.
The next second, it shattered.
At the same time, a voice sounded behind me.
"...No trace of a thousand miles is left."
As soon as the words fell, the mist disappeared.
“Ah!”
The light of the sword came from the side.
One moment he was still among the Canyang mountains and waters, and the next moment he was in front of Master Qionghua.
The hissing of the sword energy also changed from sharp to like thunder.
Block it!
A life-or-death crisis.
Qiong Hua Zhenren's strong will to survive made her suddenly raise her life-saving magic weapon in her hand - the jade flute.
The jade flute emitted rapid sounds, and the invisible, rhythmic, dense grid attempted to block the sword light.
However, the sword light still passed through lightly.
Just like a breeze or a handful of water, it seems that it will break if touched lightly, yet it can penetrate every pore.
"Swish!" The life-saving magic weapon of Master Qionghua broke in response.
The sword light also pierced through her brow, leaving a soybean-sized spot of blood.
The sword's force did not diminish, and it pierced through the fleeing female cultivators from Yaochi one by one like a gourd, before it flew into the abyss and disappeared without a trace.
Qiong Hua Zhenren stood there in a daze, his body breaking apart piece by piece.
A flash of golden light appeared, and the soul rushed out of the body and flew all the way towards Danzong.
The sword just now actually hurt his soul.
The cold sword intent was like a leech attached to her bones, consuming her original power.
So much so that she could no longer return to the Yaochi Holy Land for rescue.
He could only go to find True Man Honglian near Danzong, and then ask True Man Yuyao for help through True Man Honglian's voice transmission.
This Jian Ge ancestor is really terrifying.
Even though she didn't practice her small world well enough, it wouldn't be possible for her small world to be torn apart with just one sword, right?
Is this the strongest swordsman in the same realm...
Master Qiong Hua gritted his teeth.
I thought Zhang Yibai was dead, and the myth of him being the strongest swordsman should be broken.
I never thought that another killer with a sword would appear!
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Chen Huaian saw Master Qiong Hua running away but did not chase after him immediately.
To prevent accidents,
He has more important things to do now.
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