Chapter 86 Luck

The incident happened suddenly, and the monks no longer had the tacit understanding they had before, and each used their magical powers to evade.

"Seal!" Only the old voice still calmly stretched out his hand to the sky, and suddenly, amidst the entanglement of energy, countless sword qi were stopped for a moment, and Yan Chixia's face turned red as if she had been swallowed back, and a mouthful of blood slowly flowed out .

but.

"Wan Jian returns to the sect!" The voice sounded behind the old man, and he turned his head abruptly.

Thousands of sword qi formed behind him, as if the rain of swords had hit his face, and the junior in armor who was banned by him was closely following behind the rain of swords and attacked him!

Just for a moment, countless sword auras came to him, and Yan Chixia's flying sword, which was fixed in the sky by the old man, was also driven by the aura and shot straight down. Now, there are sword auras in all directions, and the old man has no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the earth.

The other monks saw the sharpness of the sword energy and avoided it.

Wang Sheng felt that his whole body was full of strength, and the golden core in his lower abdomen was turning around, which provided the motivation for him to display so much sword energy.

Just now, he planned to just feign a shot and call out Wan Jian Gui Zong to attract the old man's attention, but he didn't expect that the amount of sword energy that Yan Chixia used when he was in the outside world was equal to the amount of sword energy that Yan Chixia used before!

And the power seems to be the same!

"I didn't expect the old man to capsize in the gutter!" The sword energy reached his body, but the old figure didn't panic, just shook his head, and then he took out a talisman in his hand and used it instantly, and his body slowly disappeared.

The sword energy fell on the ground without stopping, and suddenly, there was a rumbling sound, and the earth shook countless earth, rocks, smoke and dust.

Wang Sheng let go of his spiritual sense to look for the figure of the old man, but there was no trace.

On the contrary, the sword energy rose again behind her, but Yan Chixia's real sword body did not fall needlessly because of losing the target, but instead shot straight in one direction led by the flying swords of the nine main bodies.

That is the void a hundred meters away!

The stream of light was brilliant, the sword energy was numerous, the void was blasted in less than a breath, the figure of the old man was revealed, and nearly a thousand flying swords pierced the old man.

'Puff puff! ', the muffled sound kept ringing, and the figure of the old man instantly became a sieve!

This is not over yet, after thousands of flying swords pass through his body, they condense into shape again, and a huge flying sword takes shape and falls straight from the top of his head.

'puff! 'The body was split into two, and the flying sword turned into nine beams of light and flew back to Yan Chixia's scabbard, while the two halves of the old man's body were turned into dross by the remaining sword energy before they landed.

No one manipulated the ban, Yan Chixia and Gushe regained their freedom, the four formation masters who besieged Gushe had already seen that the situation was not going well and left, and as soon as Gushe regained her freedom, she took out a small golden bell from her bosom , she stared at the void in front of her with cold eyes, and said coldly: "I still want to escape!"

Throwing out the small bell, the small bell grows into a huge bell in the wind, and when it comes to the void, the body of the bell shatters slightly in the void, and a golden elixir shining with light emerges.

And Yan Chixia cooperated with Gushe to release nearly 10,000 sword qi to seal off the surrounding space, closely guarding against other great masters in the distance.

"Forgive others and forgive others. Why do fellow Taoists rush to kill them all?" The remaining six masters stood outside the sword formation and did not attack. One of them cupped their hands instead.

Gu She looked at everyone coldly and didn't answer, but Yan Chixia even flew up to be level with everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, think about it, whether you want to risk your life to try Yan's sword!"

At this time, a small figure appeared on the golden elixir, with five colors of light shining all over his body, this villain has all features, old face, a few strands of white beard neatly kept, he calmly bowed to Gu She.

Gu She's eyes shot coldly, "I said that He Sect and He Sect's words are so sharp, so it's you. I didn't expect that the rules proposed by your Confucian Sect back then would be violated by yourself now."

The villain shook his head, "Fellow Gushe's words are wrong. I was kicked out of the school a few years ago, but this move has nothing to do with Confucianism."

Gu She sneered, "Since it has nothing to do with you, go to hell." The giant clock was about to vibrate again.

"Senior, please be merciful!" The voice was urgent and very familiar. Wang Sheng looked back and saw four figures shouting anxiously outside Yan Chixia's sword formation.

"Ning Caichen!" It was Ning Caichen who arrived with two middle-aged men, and Nie Xiaoqian also followed him.

One of the middle-aged people held up a token and said loudly: "Please, this senior, be merciful and return the elder soul of our sect. Our Confucian sect will definitely remember this friendship."

There was a bit of pride and taking it for granted in his words.

Gu She looked at the Jindan villain with a smile, "Is this the good disciple taught by your Confucian school?"

The Jindan villain also shook his head and remained silent. He had already seen Gushe's determination and knew that she would never let him go, so he stopped trying to defend himself.

In the next second, Gushe vibrated the bell decisively, and the golden core was instantly shattered, while the color on the villain's primordial spirit left immediately, his figure was instantly transparent, and he was sucked into the golden bell by a suction force.

"How courageous!" The middle-aged man was furious. He looked at the six Dao cultivators on the other side of the sword array, held up his token and said loudly: "Please help me to destroy this despicable cultivator, my Confucianist sect! I will never go back on the conditions promised before.”

"Ridiculous!" Gu She straightly moved the golden bell to the middle-aged man's head outside the sword formation with a blank face, but with a shock, the middle-aged man's body slowly shattered like glass, and only a transparent soul ran out of the body.

"You ruined my body!" He shouted in disbelief.

Gu She ignored them, but looked at the six cultivators outside the formation who had not made a sound since just now, and said expressionlessly: "You guys have to continue."

"Hey, fellow daoist Kunlun Chaos Clock is in hand, we naturally don't dare to be presumptuous, but I still hope that fellow daoist will not let things go to waste, and that Confucian fellow daoist should not destroy his Yuanling." One person sighed.

That's right, ever since Gu She took out the little clock, they never dared to go forward again, it was the Chaos Clock! The number one treasure in the world three hundred years ago, coupled with that supernatural swordsman, they will never have the slightest chance of winning.

Gu She stared at the few people coldly, "Although I don't know who you are, I can't get rid of those sects. Could it be that they have forgotten the oath they made back then, and are really desperate to win a piece of luck."

It was still the same person, still sighing, "As a high-level disciple of Kunlun, it is natural to say so, but we really cannot compare with fellow Taoists."

Gu She glanced at them disdainfully, "When will the great opportunity depend on that illusory luck!" She turned around and said indifferently: "You can go on your own."

The man was silent for a few breaths, and then stretched out his hands to salute, "Next time if we see each other, it will be a matter of life and death, fellow Taoist, take care!" He set up the light and left first.

The remaining few people followed suit and left.

Outside the sword formation, only Ning Caichen, Nie Xiaoqian, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, and the arrogant middle-aged man with Yuanshen remained.

They were also speechless at this time.

Hearing the obedient words just now, the Taoist nun in front of her was actually a member of the legendary Kunlun sect. Yuanshen, who had been cursing bitterly, was dumbfounded, and then suddenly realized that she was threatening the legendary holy place Kunlun just now.