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Inside the Demon Slaying Division.
Gu Changsheng, who was sitting cross-legged, fixed his eyes.
“Here it comes!”
He covered his face with his magic knife to avoid being recognized by Master Hua Jin, then he tiptoed to the ground and floated to the top of the wall of the Demon Slaying Division like a big bird.
As soon as they got up there, two powerful sword energies struck the gate of the Demon Slaying Division.
The alloy door that Zhao Ying was so proud of was shattered with a loud bang, and it couldn't even block an attack from the enemy.
“Is this the immortal who has reached the Shattering Void Realm?”
Inside the gate, Zhao Ying and others, who were fully armed with handguns, felt cold all over.
Even though I haven't seen the person coming yet, the sense of oppression is already enough.
"No, this is not the Void Breaking Realm."
Gu Changsheng sensed the breath of the person coming and narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is the Fusion Realm!"
He breathed a sigh of relief.
If the enemy is at the fusion realm, then there is nothing to be afraid of.
He is a half-step into the void, so can't he do it easily?
When the smoke and dust cleared, two immortals holding swords walked out from the shattered remains of the alloy door, one on the left and one on the right. One of them held a sword in his left hand, and the blade was as black as ink; the other held a sword in his right hand, and the blade was as white as jade.
The auras of these two sword masters are also completely different.
One is extreme silence, the other is extreme coldness.
"What a fierce sword intent." Gu Changsheng secretly praised as he felt the sword intent from the two sword masters.
These two sword cultivators may look inconspicuous, but they are much purer than Master Hua Jin and Monk Fa Ming. It is obvious that their martial arts are not simple and their understanding of swordsmanship is also quite profound.
To be honest, neither Hua Jin Zhenren nor Monk Fa Ming can be a match for these two.
"Left-handed sword in 떘, Xuanzong."
"In the right hand sword, Xuanming."
The two Ascended Immortals, who looked almost identical except for the teardrop moles on their eyes, said in unison: "Come here today to arrest Hua Jin and bring him to justice. Those who obey will live, and those who disobey will die!"
"What a big mouth."
A cold voice sounded above my head.
Xuanzong and Xuanming looked up, and at that moment, they felt as if they saw a giant sword holding up the sky.
They were dazed for a moment, and when they looked again, they saw only a monk standing there.
In a second, the monk jumped over the wall and stood in front of them.
Xuanzong glanced at the ground at Gu Changsheng's feet and his eyes twitched wildly.
I saw fine cuts constantly appearing there, like a dense spider web, silently and gradually spreading to the surroundings.
A strand of hair floated past with the wind, and before it came within five meters of the person, it was torn into pieces by the invisible sword intent.
This person...
Such a strong sword intent!
Xuanzong and Xuanming looked at each other in shock.
They think their sword skills are the best in the world.
Even if there are some who are stronger than them, they can be counted on one hand.
It must not be seen when the second patio is opened.
However... now such a monk was standing before them.
"Why? Isn't it true that those who obey live and those who disobey die?"
Gu Changsheng sneered: "Now I am the rebel, you guys let me watch you closely?"
"Looking for death!" Xuanzong snorted coldly and took the lead in drawing his sword.
So what if the monk in front of me has powerful sword intent?
He must do well what the real person asks him to do.
The dignity of Kunlun Palace will not allow anyone to challenge it.
Squeak! Xuanzong's pitch-black sword pierced through the air, causing a sharp whistle and pointed directly at Gu Changsheng's throat.
This sword is like lightning that cannot be intercepted by the immortals of the same level.
But in Gu Changsheng's eyes, the trajectory of the sword was as clear as a snail crawling.
When the tip of the sword was three inches away from his eyebrows, Gu Changsheng came to life.
He did not draw his sword, but simply put his fingers together like a sword and casually slashed forward.
"Dang!" There was a loud sound of metal clashing.
Xuanzong only felt an irresistible force surging along the sword.
His knuckles instantly cracked, and the pitch-black sword flew out of his hand with a whine. The whole person was like being hit by a huge hammer. He groaned and flew backwards, hitting the broken alloy door frame hard, and gravel fell down.
Almost at the same time when Xuanzong was defeated, Xuanming moved.
His figure was like a ghost, and the white sword blade silently stabbed Gu Changsheng's ribs at an unpredictable angle. It was fast, fierce, and accurate!
But Gu Changsheng seemed to have eyes behind him. He turned his wrist and accurately pinched the incoming cold white light with two fingers.
The sword tip was frozen between his fingers. No matter how Xuanming used his true power, he could not move forward an inch.
“Aaaaa——!”
Xuanming gritted his teeth and tried his best.
But the sword could neither be drawn nor thrust into the target.
Just as a look of shock appeared in his eyes, Gu Changsheng's other palm strike was like a giant axe splitting a mountain, hitting the spine of the white jade sword heavily.
"Crack!" The crisp sound of shattering echoed throughout the venue.
The white jade sword, which looked extraordinary at first glance, broke into pieces like ordinary iron.
Xuanzong and Xuanming staggered backwards, their backs against the cold broken wall, their faces devoid of any color.
They joined forces, but they couldn't even force the other side to draw their swords?
This gap is like a chasm!
Who is this person?
Why did such a powerful swordsman appear?
Why did he protect Master Hua Jin?
I saw that person approaching step by step.
Despair and madness intertwined in the eyes of the two men.
"Combined!" Xuanzong roared.
"Kill the immortal!" Xuan Ming shouted.
The sword intent burst out from the two of them—death silence and coldness blended together at this moment.
A terrifying sword intent that far surpassed the peak of the two people instantly condensed into a huge, bright sword light, with a sharp scream that tore through space, and fell towards Gu Changsheng like a falling waterfall.
This sword drained all the true energy from both of them.
"Just in time!" Gu Changsheng's eyes finally narrowed slightly.
Facing this combined sword attack, he opened the five fingers of his right hand and grasped the air!
"Zheng——!" A clear sword sounded, tearing through the night sky.
The simple long sword behind him was unsheathed half an inch with a sound, and an indescribable sharp sword intent that seemed to cut off all the constraints in the world soared into the sky.
No fancy moves.
Gu Changsheng simply faced the huge sword light that was pouring down and made a light stroke.
A sword aura that was condensed to the extreme, as thin as a hair but dazzlingly bright appeared out of thin air.
"Sizzle!" It was like a hot knife cutting through solidified grease.
The powerful and bright sword light, the moment it came into contact with the thin sword energy, began to wail as if it could not bear the heavy burden. Its surface was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks, and then it exploded with a loud bang!
The broken sword intent dissipated, cutting the ground into pieces, and then quickly disappeared in the air.
Xuanzong and Xuanming were struck hard and both spat out large mouthfuls of blood. Their breath instantly died out, with only complete despair and confusion in their eyes.
"You... who are you?!" Xuanzong covered his chest and his voice was hoarse.
Gu Changsheng snorted coldly and sheathed his sword.
"You are not worthy of knowing my identity."
The words haven't finished yet.
He casually raised the index finger of his right hand, which was hanging by his side, in the direction of the two people.
An invisible sword wind swept past.
The horror, despair and doubt on Xuanzong and Xuanming's faces froze in an instant.
A very thin line of blood appeared on the necks of both men at the same time.
Then, the two heads slid down silently and rolled on the ground covered with sword marks.
The headless corpse shook and then fell to the ground with a thud.
The entire area in front of the Demon Slaying Division was dead silent.
There was only the whimpering of the wind blowing through the ruins and the thick smell of blood.
Outside the wall, Zhao Ying, Wang Shouyi and others were already stunned.
This... isn't this old man a bit too fierce?"
The corners of Zhao Ying's mouth twitched.
Then what was the significance of this senior taking so much trouble to set up the formation in the Demon Slaying Bureau?
What is the significance of writing a suicide note?
Kill the enemy instantly.
There is no need to set up a formation.
Do all big guys like to show off like this now?
Gu Changsheng turned back to the crowd and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately I fulfilled my mission. I was almost killed by that sword. Fortunately, I am more skilled than him."
Zhao Ying: “…”
"Senior, you are so powerful!" Wang Shouyi was the first to react and bowed down. The guards behind him woke up as if from a dream and bowed in salute.
This old man looks inconspicuous.
But he is a super boss. If it weren't for him, the world would have been doomed.
After all, their bodies are not as strong as the alloy doors of the Demon Slaying Bureau.
"Hey, it was just a fluke~"
How could I have received such treatment when I was in the Yueying Sect before?
Gu Changsheng's lips curled up slightly, and he felt very happy in his heart.
This feeling of crushing powerful enemies and being admired by others is indeed refreshing.
He opened his mouth to say something...
Sudden!
Without warning, a bone-chilling chill shot up from my spine and instantly spread throughout my body, as if a slippery and poisonous snake was staring at the back of my neck.
The smile on Gu Changsheng's face suddenly froze, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
He turned his head sharply.
His sharp eyes shot towards the dark street corner outside the gate of the Demon Slaying Bureau.
At the end of the deep shadow that almost swallowed up all the light, a figure stood quietly.
The man was dressed strangely.
A gorgeous dragon robe embroidered with gold thread.
On the outside, there was a loose dark golden Buddhist robe covering it.
The light was dim, and his face could not be seen clearly. Only his open mouth was unusually clear in the shadows. The corners of his mouth were exaggeratedly raised, revealing a silent, creepy smile.
He just stood there quietly, smiling...
It seemed as if he had been watching there for a long time.
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