Chapter 335: The Long River of Sword Qi

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"My sword...!"

The magic swords of the disciples of each sect broke away from their masters, and were attracted by the sword energy to fly high into the sky.

Dozens and hundreds of swords gathered in the air, and the tyrannical sword energy spanned thousands of feet, like a long river of sword energy.

Lu Pan, True Lord Xuanyin, Fairy Rakshasa, and King Tianlang stood on the four giant swords, activating their magic power to help Xu Junming move the sword formation.

Shang Situ saw this and his expression changed drastically.

He didn't expect Xu Junming to be able to do this.

"Yaksha, quickly, kill him quickly!"

"Roar…!"

After the three hill-like heads of the Yasha White Bone God and Demon roared angrily, three thick netherworld demonic flames, like three dark black giant pillars, crashed straight towards Xu Junming menacingly.

Feeling the powerful power that shocked the soul, Xu Junming took a slight breath.

"The Four Elephants Demon-Slaying Sword!"

Above the sword array, a powerful array covering hundreds of miles appeared. The red, green, black, and yellow sword energy was mixed, and the almost solid thousand-foot giant sword was like the Milky Way falling from the sky, facing three ghost flames.

passed.

The two sides got closer and closer, and in an instant, a dazzling light illuminated the world.

Everyone couldn't help but closed their eyes.

Immediately after the suffocating silence, there was a deafening explosion, earth-shaking.

Before they could open their eyes and see clearly the situation in front of them, they were blown away by an irresistible hurricane.

It wasn't until he hit the barrier formed by the sword array that he finally stopped.

Look up.

An astonishingly different appearance came into view.

The four-color giant sword, which was nearly twice the size of the illusion, cut the thousand-foot-high Yasha Bone God Demon in half from head to toe.

With a 'bang', the rocks collapsed, and the hills around Laolong Bay were forcibly split open.

Instead, a canyon emerged that was a hundred feet deep and over a thousand feet long.

As soon as the sword light fell, the nine-color divine light that filled the sky and the earth fell across the sky.

"No…!"

The unwilling roar was Shang Situ's final despair.

The nine-color divine light fell, and the mountains on the waist and abdomen of Laolong Bay were swept away.

The battle was over. Xu Junming put away the True Fighting Technique, feeling a sense of emptiness in his heart.

Fortunately, he didn't use it for long, so he still had some energy left. He waved his hand to attract the sword formation. After returning the magic swords of the monks from each sect, he glanced at the shocked monks from each sect.

Putting away the Yi Meng Huang Liang and the Four Elephant Sword Formation, the light flashed and flew into the distance as fast as a meteor.

Everyone was left looking at the remaining Laolongwan. No, it should no longer be bent.

Xu Junming's last sword, coupled with the nine-color divine light that was pushed to the limit.

It has profoundly changed the topography of Laolong Bay.

The original 'ji'-shaped corner was almost flattened.

Except for a few isolated hills above the water, Laolong Bay turned into Laolong Lake.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen such a fierce battle in hundreds of years!"

The white-browed old monk from Fukong Temple, Master Zhijing, sighed after pronouncing the Buddha's name.

The half-hundred old monks behind him also nodded in agreement.

"I didn't expect that Zhenren Chongshan's strength is so amazing. He can even kill the Yasha White Bone God and Demon trained by the Black Mountain Old Demon Sacrifice."

Master Zhijing nodded and said: "Although this person is murderous and has cruel methods, he still has a bottom line, which can be regarded as a blessing to me on the right path."

The half-hundred-year-old monk nodded and looked at the Xiajiang Aquatic Tribe, where only two or three big cats and kittens were left on Laolong Lake.

"Daheng Mountain was destroyed, and the Xiajiang Shui Tribe was left half-disabled after this battle. The two major demon clan forces in Xiajiang Province were almost destroyed. In the next three hundred years, the Xiajiang cultivation world will be safe and sound."

Master Zhijing nodded and then shook his head.

"Don't be too optimistic. Although Daheng Mountain has been destroyed and the Xiajiang Aquatic Tribe has been destroyed, the Black Heart Demon Sect is like a gangrene attached to the bones. If it is not eliminated, the seven provinces in the south of the Yangtze River, including our Xiajiang River, will become unstable."

"What Uncle Master said is true, but today Master Chongshan killed Shang Situ, the Bone Heavenly King, one of the nine kings of the Black Heart Demon Sect, and also destroyed the Yasha Bone God Demon trained by the old demon of Black Mountain, giving the Black Heart Demon Sect a heavy blow.

One blow can make him be honest for a while."

Master Zhijing sighed in agreement after nodding.

"The Black Heart Demon Cult is not a kind person and will definitely take revenge after the incident. I hope Master Chongshan can survive."

When they mentioned Xu Junming, they all began to use honorifics subconsciously.

In fact, not only them, but everyone who witnessed this battle today, sincerely admired Master Chongshan who crushed the Xiajiang Shui Tribe with his sword and killed Shang Situ, the King of Bones.

Ao Lin took a deep breath.

"Brother Ye, thank you for your help. When I get back, I will appease the people and handle all the matters in the Dragon Palace. Then I will take some time to express my gratitude to Brother Ye."

Ye Wenxiao waved his hand.

"You and I have known each other for many years, so there is no need to be polite. But you must not be rude to Master Chongshan."

Xu Junming took away Ao Yu's body, captured Ao Xiu, and then had a big battle with Shang Situ, but he did not shy away from the Xiajiang Aquatic Tribe.

Under the raging force of the tyrannical magic, the Xiajiang Aquatic Tribe suffered heavy casualties.

At least 30% of the water tribe warriors died in his hands.

Hearing Ye Wenxiao's words, Ao Lin smiled bitterly in his heart.

After witnessing the tyrannical fighting power that Xu Junming unleashed during his final blow, he still dared to retaliate.

"Brother Ye, don't worry, I understand!"

After cupping his hands, Ao Lin turned around and took Prime Minister Turtle and dozens of remaining Shui Tribe warriors into the Xia River.

Looking at his desolate back, Ye Wenxiao sighed.

In the world of spiritual practice, the strong one is king, and Xu Junming is already a man of rules.

The war clouds dissipated and the monks dispersed.

As the news spread, the reputation of Chongshan Master Xu Junming quickly spread throughout the Xiajiang cultivation world, and also spread rapidly to the surrounding provinces such as Shanyang, Tiannan, and Guangnan.

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There was a tangle of drowsiness, darkness, yin energy, resentment, evil spirit, and death energy. In the middle of the vast and vast world, there stood a huge black mountain.

This mountain is ten thousand feet long, black in color, and extremely hard.

On the top of the mountain sits an unpretentious stone palace.

The stone hall was extremely empty, except for a thousand-leaf bone lotus floating at the end.

Sitting cross-legged on the lotus flower was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, with an ancient appearance and full head of white hair.

There is a black sacred flag floating behind the man. The flag is broken and full of large and small holes, as if it has been rotten for many years.

Even so, the aura emanating from the divine flag is still extremely astonishing.

During the fluttering, wrinkles appeared in the solid space.

Suddenly, the man's perfectly harmonious aura became scattered.

The divine flag fell and disappeared into the man's body. His eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

Two green lights flew across the sky for nearly three feet before slowly disappearing.

"Where is the general on duty?"

Following a deep and majestic voice, a general who was over ten feet tall and wearing bronze armor flew in from outside.

Kneel down on one knee.

"The humble position is here!"

"The soul mark of the White Bone King has disappeared, and the Yasha White Bone God and Demon has been destroyed. I ordered the 'Excalibur King' to investigate the matter."

The general on duty trembled, and after respectfully saying "yes", he turned around and retreated.

“I don’t know which old guy took action!”

There was gradually no sound in the vast palace.

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To be continued...