Chapter 375 You Don’t Understand Swords

"Old Wei's disciples are indeed the best among men!"

Yuan Menghua's eyes lit up, and then he sighed in his heart.

Old Wei had only accepted two disciples in his life. One was called Cao Jinxian, a genius in both swordsmanship and beast control, and he was his respected senior brother.

The other was Yu Changsheng, a name he had heard Ruan Hao mention once, when Old Wei came out in person to accept disciples.

However, Yu Changsheng's cultivation was not obvious at that time, and in Yuan Menghua's eyes he was still a junior who needed to be cared for, but now this junior brought him a huge surprise.

Disciples are the hope of the Wanxiang Sect, and he now sees hope in Yu Changsheng.

"This boy is like Cao Jinxian!"

"Even if the whole sect is destroyed, he must not let him die here!"

Yuan Menghua made up his mind, and slashed the sword in his hand upwards. Three thousand sword lights instantly spread out, cutting through the vast sky, and at the same time knocking away Yang Ninghong's nine-pecking needle.

"This old man still has some strength left!"

Yang Ninghong gritted his teeth and cursed indignantly, pinching his fingers to cast a spell, and a series of magic walls blocked the opponent's sword light. At the same time, the nine needles turned into nine, and nine afterimages stabbed towards Yuan Menghua, with power no weaker than Yuan Menghua's three thousand sword lights.

"It's worth it to exchange my dying body for the hope of a sect!"

"My swordsmanship is not as good as Brother Cao, but how can a mere Yang family dog ​​bully me!"

"Let you see how sharp my sword is!"

As the sword rose, Yuan Menghua's eyes flashed, like a sharp sword light.

And at this moment, five illusory door frames appeared behind him. These five door frames exuded purple air, but they were also tainted with a decaying atmosphere.

"The gate of the Purple Mansion, the Five Swords Technique!"

Yuan Menghua pinched his fingers, and five sword shadows quickly emerged from the five illusory doors.

These five sword shadows represent the five sword energies at his peak, and also his last life essence. When they are all cut off, it means that his spirit and energy are all exhausted, and even the gods cannot save him.

"Purple Mansion Gate, you old thing!"

Seeing this, Yang Ninghong was shocked and retreated violently.

What is the Purple Mansion Gate? It is the same as the foundation building and the golden elixir. It represents the symbol of the Purple Mansion and is also the lifeblood of their Purple Mansion True Lord.

Why the golden elixir can only live for a thousand years, while the Purple Mansion can live for thousands of years, is because their spirit and energy are sealed in the Purple Mansion Gate at all times. As long as the Purple Mansion Gate is not destroyed, their Purple Mansion True Lord has various means to prolong their life and survive.

Even a Purple Mansion like Yuan Menghua, who is about to die, can slow down the passage of life by retreating.

The Purple Mansion True Lord can condense up to nine Purple Mansion gates, three of which represent blood essence, that is, the blood of the flesh. If the blood and qi Purple Mansion gates are not destroyed, the flesh can be nourished. The other three represent magic power, which means that the purple mansion magic power is inexhaustible.

And the last three are gods, that is, divine consciousness and soul.

If these three are condensed and intact, even if your flesh is destroyed and your magic power is dry, you can still leave your body and take over other people's bodies to be reborn, or become a ghost cultivator and live in the world as a spirit body, and will not die immediately after death.

This is the specialness of the Purple Mansion. The power of the Purple Mansion is completely different from the existence of the Golden Elixir, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

Now, of Yuan Menghua's five Purple Mansion gates, the first three blood and qi gates have become purple and black, indicating that his physical life span is coming to an end.

And the last two magic power gates, one is intact and the other is broken.

This is also why he stopped after reaching the peak of the Purple Mansion and his life span is not as good as other Purple Mansions. It is also because he had an accident when he was young or during cultivation, which damaged his foundation.

"With the sword in my hand, I will open the sky!"

Yuan Menghua clenched the sword in his hand, opened his eyes, and swung the sword.

The sword shadow in the first Purple Mansion gate flew out with his movements, and the sword rang.

The mighty sword path and the real pressure of the peak of the Purple Mansion enveloped Yang Ninghong, letting him know that the old man in front of him was desperate!

"Damn it! How could this happen!"

This is the worst outcome for Yang Ninghong.

He clearly saw that the other party was discouraged and disturbed by his words, but why did he suddenly burst out as if he saw hope!

Yang Ninghong didn't have time to think, he cursed angrily and cast a spell immediately.

"Fiery Net!"

The phantoms of nine nine-pecking needles used his magic to weave a nine-layer net in front of him, trying to block the mighty sword shadow.

This sword, open the sky!

Different from Cao Jinxian's Taichu Kaitian Sword, but it also has a similar meaning.

This is a sword technique that Yuan Menghua had comprehended and created when he saw Cao Jinxian's sword when he was young.

He once thought of surpassing Cao Jinxian, but gradually, he could only look up at Cao Jinxian's back, until Cao Jinxian disappeared and it was his time.

"Brother Cao, if you saw this sword, I wonder how much you can judge it in your heart?"

Yuan Menghua smiled, leaving a trace of blood, and the illusory first Purple Mansion gate behind him was shattered.

At the same time, the nine-layer net in front of him was also shattered.

"Ahhh!"

"I don't believe it, just a dying Purple Mansion peak!"

Yang Ninghong roared angrily, exerting his own magic power to the extreme, pressing his five palms forward, and his five fingers pressed on the Nine Pecking Needle like five mountains, forcing it to pierce the sword shadow in front of it.

The strength of a Purple Mansion True Lord varies. Perhaps cultivation cannot represent everything, but the number of Purple Mansion gates can definitely represent how powerful a Purple Mansion True Lord is.

Yang Ninghong, the strongest Purple Mansion of the Yang family, only has three Purple Mansion gates. Even if he reaches the peak of Purple Mansion in the future, he may only have five gates at most.

No, with his current talent, he may not be able to reach the peak of Purple Mansion, let alone condense two more Purple Mansion gates.

Yuan Menghua's five Purple Mansion gates are not his limit, but they are definitely Yang Ninghong's limit.

Therefore, the difference between the two can be seen at a glance.

"Break!"

Yuan Menghua uttered a word lightly, and the next moment, the sword shadow tore the black cloud apart, turning the sky into white light.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Nine Pecking Needles shattered inch by inch.

This magic weapon that Yang Ninghong had nurtured for hundreds of years was shattered by Yuan Menghua's sword.

However, Yang Ninghong also got a chance to breathe. He pulled his palm hard and smashed the broken black cloud, the Nine Pecking Needles, and the net on the remaining sword energy.

When the sword energy reached him, it no longer had the power to hurt him.

"Damn, damn old thing!"

Yang Ninghong gritted his teeth and looked at his palm, only to see a cut on it.

Yuan Menghua looked at the other party, took a step fearlessly, and then the second purple mansion gate lit up.

"I see how many lives you still have to squander!!!"

Yang Ninghong shouted angrily, and then sacrificed a pagoda, which was colorful.

But under Yuan Menghua's next sword, this top-grade spiritual treasure was also broken, and at the same time, Yang Ninghong's robe was also cut open, and the black inner armor on his chest was exposed.

"You really cherish your life, so many body-protecting spiritual treasures."

Yuan Menghua didn't care and broke the purple mansion gate again.

"But, no matter how many, you will die today."

The sword was raised, the inner armor was broken, and half of Yang Ninghong's body was almost cut off, but thanks to the purple mansion's blood gate, he still survived this sword.

"Hahaha, you are old after all. How can you kill me without overwhelming power!" Yang Ninghong swallowed the pill and stared at the last two purple mansion gates behind the opponent, laughing.

"You only have one intact purple mansion gate and one broken purple mansion gate left. The sword energy sealed inside is limited in power. With my backhand, it is enough to resist."

"If you consume with me obediently and hold me back, there may be hope when reinforcements arrive, hahaha!"

Yang Ninghong once again offered a spiritual treasure, which was a large shield full of ancient atmosphere. It was obvious that it was good at defense, so he laughed more wildly than the previous times.

"Yes, there is still one intact purple mansion gate left"

Yuan Menghua's eyes were firm, and then he raised the sword in his hand. The sword light made Yang Ninghong feel unprecedented danger.

At this moment, Yang Ninghong was horrified, and suddenly remembered that the three purple mansion gates representing Yuan Menghua's aura were not intact, but full of decay.

As for the last one, it was so broken that it was almost unrecognizable as the Purple Mansion Gate.

The more intact the Purple Mansion Gate was, the stronger the sword shadow sealed inside would be.

When Yang Ninghong realized this, he opened his mouth and murmured.

"But, how can you still use the mana to activate it?"

The stronger the spell, the more mana is needed to support the sword moves. Yuan Menghua has already slashed so many swords, his breath is dry, and his life is coming to an end. How can the mana be used?

Yuan Menghua smiled this time, but Yang Ninghong was shocked by this smile.

"You don't understand the sword."

"Sword, what if there is no law?"

"The sword of a sword cultivator is carried by the Tao!"

The sky lit up again, and along with the sound of the intact Purple Mansion Gate breaking, the sound of the avenue roaring also sounded.

The sword Tao is respected, and the sword cultivator is the first in attack, which is the consensus of the world's cultivators.

What the sword cultivators fight for is not the mana, but the sword in their hands and the sword Tao in their hearts.

At this moment, this sword was extremely bright, lighting up the mountains and rivers, dispelling the fog that had not dissipated for thousands of years in the Yunwu Mountains, and also allowing countless Wanxiang Sect disciples who were being hunted down below to see hope and a lighthouse.

"Puff!"

The blood spread like fog, and the big shield in front of Yang Ninghong spread like dust.

He looked down, and then his consciousness and soul were enveloped by the light of the sword, and were instantly wiped out, without even the chance of reincarnation in the future.

"This is the old man's Kaitian."

Yuan Menghua held the sword and closed his eyes, his breath plummeted, and the last broken purple mansion gate behind him slowly disappeared.

At the same time, on the other side.

"Old thing, it is wishful thinking for you to defeat us quickly with your current strength. When Huanlong kills your disciple, it will be your turn."

Hailong Zhenjun sneered, and his figure stood on a blue sub-dragon, raising waves and pressing towards the black wind spirit dragon in front.

At the same time, next to the raging waves, there was another beast-controlling formation. It was a sub-dragon summoned by True Lord Huanlong. It was snow-white with whorls in its eyes. It was called the illusory sub-dragon, and was good at creating illusions and controlling enemies.

The Black Wind Spirit Dragon was naturally stronger than the two sub-dragons in terms of bloodline, but it was trapped in the raging waves and could not move forward. Even if it spread its wings and spun, and the surrounding strong winds continued, it could not cut through the heavy raging waves. Whenever it wanted to fly out, it would be controlled by the illusory sub-dragon.

Two hands could not beat four punches, but the Black Wind Spirit Dragon's strength was strengthened, and with Elder Wei's divine sense beside him, it was not easy for True Lord Hailong to kill it, and he could only fall into a stalemate.

"Hehehe, I have heard your legend in the past, especially the Cao Jinxian you trained, who is the light of Wuzhou's beast control world. It's a pity that something happened, causing your Wanxiang Sect to plummet. Then The genius has also disappeared, otherwise our Linglong Sect would not be able to squeeze into the three sects and six sects, and it would be even more impossible to destroy you now, hahaha."

True Lord Hai Long laughed loudly, and with a pinch of his fingers, the waves turned into whirlpools. He controlled the claws of the Black Wind Spirit Dragon and shouted: "Inverted Sea Dragon, hang it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, layers of sharp water flowed up in the whirlpool of the waves, and with the roar of the inverted sea dragon, the scales of the black wind spirit dragon's claws were cut open.

"Ouch!" The Black Wind Spirit Dragon screamed in pain, its claws dripping with blood.

"You, the Spirit Dragon Sect, enslave the Yalong and use cruel methods to promote the growth of the Yalong. Regardless of its pain and emotions, you will eventually destroy yourself."

"Blue-Eyed Holy Snake!" Mr. Wei snorted coldly.

The blue-green eyes of the Blue-Eyed Holy Snake erupted with two rays of green light, stopping the whirlpool, and extended its tail to bring out the Black Wind Spirit Dragon.

At this moment, True Lord Tianlong, who was fighting the Black and Yellow Spirit Turtle next to him, seemed to see hope and gave an order.

"Five Elements Mysterious Bird, Five Elements Divine Light!"

Five rays of light of different colors rose from behind him, like five divine spears stabbing the Black Wind Spirit Dragon's body, further aggravating its injuries.

Just when True Lord Tianlong wanted to attack further and get rid of the Black Wind Spirit Dragon.

"Where are you looking, little one!"

The black and yellow spirit turtle roared angrily, and slapped the ground with its claws. A sharp stone pillar rose from the feet of True Lord Tianlong.

Tianlong Zhenjun's expression changed, and when he wanted to call out his Cangshui Yalong and Five Elements Black Bird for body protection, it was too late, so he had to press down with one hand to condense the shield with his magic power.

But Tianlong Zhenjun's beast master is not a magician who has specialized in shielding. Even the magic power of Zifu cannot withstand the attack of the black and yellow turtle.

"Poof!" The next second, Tianlong Zhenjun's palm was pierced. Fortunately, the Five Elements Black Bird used its attack in time to destroy the stone pillar. Otherwise, his chest might have been pierced.

"Damn it!" True Lord Tianlong flew into the air and glared at the black and yellow turtle.

This black and yellow spirit turtle with huge defensive power was difficult to injure with his two beasts. Unexpectedly, he took the opportunity to attack the black wind spirit dragon once, and he was even injured by it.

"The injury is not serious, but the black wind spirit dragon is hanging, hahaha."

"It doesn't matter if True Lord Phantom Dragon is not here. Wei Zhengfa, you are old after all, but you have lived your life for so long, so why bother with unnecessary resistance!"

True Lord Tianlong called out Mr. Wei's name for the first time, his eyes full of provocation.

Mr. Wei stood beside the Blue Eyed Holy Snake and said: "I am here, and the Wanxiang Sect is here." (End of this chapter)