1728th Blade of Doom

The birth of Ba Dao caused disputes among the heroes, and gave Xiao Chen an excellent chance to rest.

Don't worry about other things, just focus on healing, so as not to leave unresolved unresolved diseases in the future.

Xiao Chen's memory of the experience in the Kunlun Realm was still fresh in his memory. Now that he has come to this great world, he must be careful not to repeat the mistakes he made before.

"Uncle."

"Brother Hua."

While the two were chatting, the core disciples and true disciples of Zi Yanzong all rushed over.

A group of people who were quite anxious at first were relieved a lot after finding out that both of them were fine.

"The Shenxiaomen gang really went too far. This must be repaid, and they took advantage of others' danger to hold Senior Brother Hua hostage."

Knowing Hua Yunfeng's previous experience, many true disciples were all indignant and furious.

At the beginning of the Shenxiao Gate Yu Leifeng, but it was agreed to form an alliance together to fight against Tiandang Mountain and Putuo Mountain.

For a Taoist soldier, to use such a despicable means, it is really low, it is contemptible.

Xiao Chen smiled faintly: "Of course we have to take revenge, but not now. Now is actually the best opportunity to find opportunities. The disciples of other factions are all competing for Taoist soldiers, which is an opportunity for us instead."

Ling Yu said puzzledly: "Master Uncle, why are you in no hurry at all, the most important thing now is to help you snatch back the Taoist soldiers!"

A top Taoist soldier is the greatest opportunity, and the entire sect disciples will follow suit.

In the demon battlefield, there is no greater opportunity than this, otherwise the disciples of various factions would not be like this. Everyone seems to be crazy, fighting to the death and life, the fight is inexhaustible.

Even if they don't want to fight, they still run to join in the fun, wanting to fish in troubled waters.

Hua Yunfeng smiled mysteriously: "You don't have to worry about this matter. Xiao Chen has his own way. After my strength recovers, I will take everyone to sweep the places of adventure."

Others fought back and forth, but they couldn't pull out the scabbard. This Xiao Chenba knife had already recognized Xiao Chen's master.

It has already been branded with him, and it will return to Xiao Chen's hands sooner or later, so there is no need to worry.

Many disciples are skeptical, but such an arrangement is considered satisfactory. With the leadership of Hua Yunfeng, looking for opportunities, at this juncture, there will be great gains.

Half an hour later, with the help of the pill, Hua Yunfeng recovered quickly from his injury.

Lead the true biography and core disciples of Ziyanzong, bid farewell to Xiao Chen, and leave the valley.

Although his injury was terrible, but regardless of his cultivation, it was not as terrible as Xiao Chen's injury.

With the help of pills, he recovered quickly.

With the help of the Bloody Dragon Emperor, Xiao Chen continued to understand the scars of the Tao left by the Tao soldiers in his body, and his heart was like still water, calm without waves.

On the other side, the competition for Taoist soldiers has completely fallen into chaos and intense heat.

Meng Qi and Na Zhende originally wanted to join forces to suppress it forcefully, but unfortunately they were not strong enough. The two teamed up, but they couldn't reach the level of shocking the scene. In the end, the two actually fought.

Each has their own selfish intentions, so how can a verbal covenant last forever?

"Damn, what a heavy knife."

"I can't pull it out at all!"

"Haha, I snatched it, it's mine."

in the chaotic crowd,

Ba Dao kept changing hands, but no one could pull it out successfully. Instead, he brought himself an unprovoked disaster and was besieged.

Just as it seemed that there would never be a winner, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

A domineering and trembling breath came from afar, accompanied by bursts of thunder, causing the sky to roll with dark clouds and thunder.

"Where are the disciples of Shenxiaomen?"

There was a loud shout, and Shangguan Lei from the Shenxiao Gate finally rushed over from the forbidden area.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and Shangguan Lei was bathed in the lightning, like a god of war, standing high above, looking coldly at the disciples of the various sects below.

"It's Shangguan Lei, Shangguan Lei has appeared!"

As soon as Shangguan Lei opened his mouth for the shadow of a famous tree, it immediately caused an exclamation in the chaotic crowd.

The disciples of Shenxiaomen scrambled to respond, responding to Shangguan Lei's question with excitement on their faces.

"Senior brother Shangguan, it's finally come out, this tyrant sword will definitely belong to my Shenxiaomen."

As soon as Shangguan Lei landed on the ground, he was surrounded by disciples from the Shenxiao Sect, giving him momentum.

"Brother!"

Many disciples greeted Shangguan Lei respectfully, feeling the aura of the peak Great Yuan Dan on his body, and everyone around him was under tremendous pressure.

Shangguan Lei's eyes swept away, and the invisible pressure spread out, abruptly making the more than 2,000 disciples of various sects present quiet down.

No one dared to look at him, even Xuanguang Temple Zhende and Confucian Academy Meng Qi, who had fought the most fiercely before, avoided each other's sight.

He didn't dare to compete with him, he was very surprised in his heart.

"It's scary, the Great Yuan Pill has reached its peak!"

"This level of cultivation alone is enough to overwhelm the entire audience. How did you cultivate?"

After the Great Yuan Pill, the progress in cultivation will be extremely slow, and it will be able to reach the peak of the Great Yuan Pill. In the entire graveyard area, they can be regarded as masters, but it must be known that the suzerains of some third-rank sects in the outside world have only this level of cultivation.

And Shangguan Lei's potential obviously goes beyond that, he is still so young, he will definitely step into the realm of the sea of ​​clouds in his lifetime.

Achieving Xingjun, even higher!

Zhende groaned to himself, now Shangguan Lei's aura seemed to be farther away than his senior brother, and it was more terrifying. These days, what exactly has the other party experienced, and the progress is so terrible.

Meng Qi felt the same, comparing Shangguan Lei and Wang Yueming, he felt that the originally evenly matched situation seemed to be broken.

Shangguan Lei was very satisfied with the performance of everyone on the scene. His eyes never left, a disciple who was holding the Tyrannical Saber at this moment.

That was Dongxuan Mountain, the chief true biography of a third-rank sect. Under Shangguan Lei's gaze, he was under tremendous pressure, and sweat was constantly oozing from his forehead.

Shangguan Lei recognized this person, looked directly at the other party with bright eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Does Ma Tianliang want to die? Why don't you hand over the Taoist soldiers to me!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking people's hearts, and went straight into the soul of Ma Tianliang. In the sea of ​​consciousness, it felt like a thunderbolt suddenly appeared.

Let him tremble all over, trembling with fright, and flying out of the sword uncontrollably in his hand.

Wow!

The crowd dispersed, no one dared to get close to the Taoist soldiers, lest they would be watched by Shangguan Lei, they scattered one after another, leaving a large empty space in the place where the Taoist soldiers were.

What people were fighting for just now, no one cares about it now, so they can only watch unwillingly.

"It turned out to be a domineering sword, and even a bear like you is worthy of mastering this sword."

Shangguan Lei saw the ancient characters on the scabbard clearly, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his face, which made Ma Tianliang feel ashamed.

"Only I, Shangguan Lei, deserve to have this knife!"

A word of domineering, deep in his heart, Shangguan Lei's face is stern, and his strong self-confidence is accompanied by Lei Ting's domineering aura, exuding it.

No one dared to block its pace, and automatically separated a path for it.

"That's not necessarily the case!"

A cool voice suddenly sounded, Wang Yueming held a folding fan, it fell lightly, and finally rushed over from Wan Hua Yuan.

"It's Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Wang is finally here!"

The people in the Confucian Academy were suddenly extremely excited, and the faces of the others also showed a little more joy. Finally, one person came out and could extinguish Shangguan Lei's limelight.

"Wang Yueming, do you dare to fight with me?"

Shangguan Lei's eyes were full of murderous intent, he looked at Wang Yueming who was falling in the air, and said coldly.

Wang Yueming unfolded the fan with a swipe, and smiled calmly: "Others are afraid of you, Shangguan Lei, but I, Wang Yueming, will be afraid of you?"

Shangguan Lei's gaze flashed, and he suddenly discovered that this Wang Yueming had also reached the peak of the Great Yuan Pill.

The momentum is no longer as aggressive as before, and he said in a deep voice: "This knife fits perfectly with my way, and it was born for me. Wang Yueming, what's the use of you going there?"

Wang Yueming said flatly: "You don't need to worry about this, I have my own reasons to take action."

"Interesting, I really thought that with some natural materials and earthly treasures, I could be promoted to the top of the Great Yuan Pill, and I would be able to compete with me. Take my knife!"

With an extra knife in his hand, Shangguan Lei jumped into the air, and the light of the knife reflected.

I saw the dazzling light of the knife, and the sky shone brightly like daylight for half a day, fleeting in a flash.

"Purple Qi coming from the east!"

Wang Yueming yanked the folding fan in his hand, and the mighty aura on his body turned into the rising sun, sending down wisps of pure purple aura.

With his true energy and awe-inspiring aura, he took the knife hard.

Click!

There was a crack in the folding fan, Wang Yueming stepped back three steps, only felt his arms go numb, and his expression changed drastically.

"How is it possible, my cultivation base is the same as his, why is there such a big difference in strength."

Shangguan Lei grinned sneeringly. His cultivation base was accumulated in the sea of ​​blood and corpses of monsters. Wang Yueming was promoted by foreign things, so how could he compare with himself.

"Eternal devotion to the sun and the moon, write the spring and autumn with righteousness!"

One trick put himself at a disadvantage, Wang Yueming quickly sacrificed the two lines of poems left by the master in the folding fan.

Seeing the cracks in the folding fan healed, a majestic aura overflowed, and Wang Yueming's cultivation level skyrocketed again, bursting out with an aura comparable to Xingjun.

Fighting with Shangguan Lei again, the pressing opponent was forced back.

Shangguan Lei spun and landed in the air, the ground trembled suddenly, looked at Wang Yueming and said in a deep voice: "No wonder you have the confidence to fight with me, but I see how long this broken fan of yours can help you."

Facing Wang Yueming whose aura had risen to Xingjun, Shangguan Lei was not afraid at all.

Whoosh whoosh!

Just as the two confronted each other, a figure suddenly jumped out, stepping on a lotus flower, like a phantom, holding the Ba Dao in his hand under the eyes of Shangguan Lei and Wang Yueming.

"Bad knife?"

It is the first person in the three great caves, Xuanguang Temple Zhenyuan, who is holding a tyrant sword, with a dignified expression on his face.

"This sword is an unknown thing. Although the masters of each generation dominate the world, they all die under their own sword in the end. In addition to the Tyrant Sword, there is another name, the blade of doom. This knife needs to be handed over to the Buddhist sect custody."

Holding the Ba Dao, Zhen Yuan looked at Wang Yueming and Shangguan Leidao.

Shangguan Lei sneered and said, "You think I'll believe what you said? Monk, stop talking nonsense and hand over the knife."

In the clouds, a pair of vertical eyes flew away quietly.

Xiao Chen in the valley opened his brows, and put the eyes of Dongtian God into his brows, with a look of doubt in his eyes: "Badao? Blade of Doom?"