Chapter 98 Fang Wang's Sword Intention, Sacrificial Battle

After naming the Samsara Bell, the big bell above Fang Wang's head burst out with a powerful impact. Xiao Zi immediately mobilized her demon power to stabilize her body.

The sword energy formation of the Heaven and Earth Sword Intent was shaken. Fortunately, this was just the fluctuation of the plastic spirit, not the full power of the Samsara Bell.

Fang Wang closed his eyes again and continued the soul-shaping process as much as possible to make the Samsara Bell stronger.

Half a day later.

After the sword intent of heaven and earth dispersed, Song Jinyuan immediately came behind Fang Wang and saw him standing at the end of the bridge, flexing his muscles and looking the same as when he came.

The Samsara Bell has been put into the Baoling Space by Fang Wang.

"Fang Wang, what level of cultivation are you at now?" Song Jinyuan asked.

Fang Wang didn't look back and chuckled softly: "First level of Concentration Realm."

really!

Although Song Jinyuan had expected it, his heart still trembled when he heard Fang Wang admit it personally.

Fang Wang turned around and said, "I still have something to do. Before I leave, do you have any needs?"

Song Jinyuan thought for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Fang Wang smiled, then turned to face the lake, waved his sleeve with his right hand, and a sword energy shot out, flying across the vast lake at extremely fast speed and hitting the high mountain opposite.

Rumble——

Dust was flying and the mountains were shaking violently.

Song Jinyuan looked confused, not understanding what Fang Wang was doing.

As the dust dispersed, a ten-foot-long crack appeared on the opposite mountain wall. It was a sword mark. Looking from a distance, one could feel the sharp aura emanating from the sword mark.

That is……

Song Jinyuan narrowed his eyes and felt shocked.

Fang Wang raised his hand, stuffed Xiao Zi into his arms, jumped up, and turned into a white light that swept towards the sky.

Song Jinyuan stared closely at the sword marks on the mountain wall in the distance, and a figure appeared in his eyes. It was Fang Wang's figure, swinging his sword rapidly, and his sword moves were unpredictable.

More and more sword attendants and sword cultivators came to observe the sword mark.

the other side.

Xiao Zi has grown in size, and Fang Wang stands on top of its head, holding the Great Disciple Token in his hand, using his spiritual sense to detect the location of Fang Hanyu and others.

Xiao Zi flew in the direction pointed by Fang Wang.

Fang Wang noticed that this group of disciples was not as densely packed as before, and there were still twenty or thirty fewer people.

It looks like a fight has started!

Fang Wang's eyes flickered.

Chi Mo Sect, treasures, sacrifices...

He always felt that this battle would involve Lu Yuanjun.

"Lu Yuanjun, I hope you are really here." Fang Wang thought silently in his heart.

It's time to end this karma.

If this thorn is not pulled out, how can Fang Wang be free and at ease?

…

Rolling thunderclouds covered hundreds of miles, black clouds pressed down on the area, and the world fell into depression.

On the wasteland, a blood-colored air pillar connects the sky and the earth. Below is a huge altar made of bluestone. Countless corpses are piled around it. There are people, monsters, and beasts. The corpses form mountains, and the sea of ​​blood is dried. Extremely scary.

Looking into the distance, there are figures of monks fighting in all directions.

The Chi Mo Sect sent tens of thousands of monks, all wearing the same sect red robes. They besieged the Taiyuan Sect, Tianshu Sect, and Xuanhong Sword Sect monks everywhere.

The battlefield stretches for hundreds of miles, and the devastation caused by spell bombing is shocking.

The disheveled Fang Hanyu fought with two swords, fighting dozens of demon cultivators alone. Various spells were chasing him. He quickly evaded, his figure was like a ghost, and his evil eyes drew two bloody lines in the dark world.

Sudden!

Fang Hanyu jumped up, his spiritual power covering his whole body, and turned into a Qi dragon, soaring up and breaking through the formation. He then unlocked the Nine Dragon Divine Transformation Technique and stabbed with a sword. The sword master's sword Qi turned him into a rainbow light. Flying away, unstoppable.

In other directions, Xu Qiu Ming, Lu Changge, Ye Xiang, Zhao Chuanqian and others also showed their strength against many.

Especially Xu Qiu Ming, who was besieged by 500 demon cultivators all by himself and still managed to survive!

I saw Xu Qiu Ming's right hand using the fingers as a sword, his left hand behind his waist, and he waved his right hand quickly, and a series of domineering sword energy shot out from the sword shadow behind his head, killing in the direction he pointed, with great momentum , Chi Mo Sect's demonic cultivators couldn't stop them at all and could only avoid them, but even so, someone was injured or even died every breath of time.

Rumble——

To the north of the altar, a billowing dust wave was set off from the earth, with the force of rolling into the sky. A figure flew out from it. It was Zhao Chuangan, the inheritance elder of Taiyuan Sect. He was covered in wounds, and he was holding a long white jade ruler with a body wrapped around it. The arrogance exudes great pressure.

The aloof Chen Anshi stood on a gourd with his feet and a long knife in his hand. He looked down at Zhao Chuanqian and said, "Junior brother, why bother struggling? As long as you bow your head to me, senior brother can keep you alive."

Zhao Chuangan had no expression on his face. He raised the ruler with his right hand and wiped it on the ruler with two fingers of his left hand. Blood spattered and he then swung the ruler to slash. The sword energy passed by the blood beads and suddenly transformed into a bloody sword energy, sweeping across the sky and twisting. Scatter the dust waves along the way.

Chen Anshi swung his sword quickly, and the sword energy formed a huge shield around his body, blocking Zhao Chuangan's attack head-on.

The two high-level monks in the Xuanxin Realm fought with all their strength, and the momentum was so great, but they were not the most intense place on the battlefield.

At this moment, nearly thirty elders from Taiyuan Sect, Xuanhong Sword Sect, and Tianshu Sect were besieging a person. The man was dressed in black, holding a sword in his right hand, and holding a black gourd in his left hand. Behind him, there were three ghosts and gods, and they could not be seen. Pure appearance, completely dark, terrifying and scary.

The three ghosts and gods were several feet tall. They bared their teeth and claws, and slashed out black ghost power that looked like pen and ink, wreaking havoc in all directions, making it impossible for the elders to get close to the man in black.

The man in black was wearing a mask, not even revealing his eyes, but he looked around from time to time, as if looking for something.

"Fang Wang won't come, right? He just broke through the Concentrated Spirit Realm and is probably busy practicing new magic."

Zhao Zhen's voice rang in the man in black's heart.

This man in black is Lu Yuanjun!

Hearing this, Lu Yuanjun's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Boom!

A thunderous sound came from a distance, shocking everyone to turn their heads and see the rolling demonic energy sweeping in like a tornado. In the demonic energy and wind, a huge demon python could be vaguely seen twisting its body in it. Even though it was far away in the sky, it gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

"What are you waiting for? Kill them all quickly!"

A cold voice came, with an impatient tone.

Hearing this, the leader of the Chimo Sect, who was leading his disciples to besiege Xu Qiuming, immediately shouted loudly: "Don't wait any longer, kill them all!"

After the words fell, many Chimo Sect cultivators displayed their unique skills!

Chen Anshi, who was fighting with Zhao Chuangan, frowned, looked at Lu Yuanjun, and sighed slightly.

Hearing the words of the leader of the Chimo Sect, the cultivators of Taiyuan Sect, Xuanhong Sword Sect, and Tianshu Sect all felt nervous.

There are still people who don't believe in evil, such as Xu Qiuming. He turned and killed the altar, his steps were as fast as the wind, and the sword shadow behind his head swung quickly, strangling the demon cultivators along the way.

Boom!

A figure fell from the sky and smashed on the periphery of the altar, stopping Xu Qiuming, dust flew up, and the terrifying momentum frightened Xu Qiuming so much that he stopped immediately.

The dust was dispersed by a strong air force, and a figure in white appeared in front.

This is a white-haired man, who looks about 30 years old, with long hair tied under a silver crown, a burly figure, holding a wooden sword in his right hand, staring at Xu Qiuming expressionlessly.

The white hair and white clothes are so conspicuous in this dim world.

Xu Qiuming was as if he was facing a great enemy, he frowned and asked: "Who are you? You are not from the Chi Mo Sect, right!"

The white-haired man stared at him indifferently and said: "You are born with a sword heart, you are a good seedling, as long as you are willing to kneel down, I can take you to seek a higher immortal fate."

Xu Qiuming heard it, his eyes burst into murderous intent, he immediately killed the white-haired man.

On the other side.

Gu Li fought side by side with the disciples of the third vein, and the twelve of them were surrounded and had nowhere to escape.

"Big Brother! Didn't the sect send any support? It's a bit of a joke for us to fight against the entire Chi Mo Sect alone?" Zhou Bo said anxiously. His hair was messy, his face was stained with blood, and he was panting when he cast a spell. It was obvious that he was about to reach his limit.

Li Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Believe in the master, he will definitely have a countermeasure!"

As soon as the voice fell, a domineering and resolute sword intent came from the horizon, shocking them to turn their heads and look.

I saw a sword energy coming from the horizon unstoppably, passing over the battlefield, like an aurora across the dark sky, and forcefully killing the terrifying demon python surrounded by demonic energy.

In less than three breaths, the sword energy flew over dozens of miles, forcefully dispersing the demonic energy of the terrifying demon python, revealing its python body.

This is a huge black python with red spots. It takes at least eight people to hug its body. It is dozens of feet long. There is a bulging bump on its head. A figure stands behind it. He raises his right hand and points forward with both fingers, forcibly resisting the sword energy.

This person is wearing purple clothes, with a domineering posture and a majestic face. His long hair is casually scattered, and his pair of leopard eyes are chilling. He turns his right hand, and the powerful sword energy in front of him dissipates instantly.

"May I ask where you are from and why you want to interfere in the affairs of the Great Qi Xiuxian World!"

An old voice sounded, with a cold tone.

Hearing this, the cultivators of Xuanhong Sword Sect suddenly became excited, and one disciple even shouted: "The Supreme Elder is here!"

The purple-clothed man narrowed his eyes and looked at the horizon, snorting coldly: "My origins are not something you barbarians can find out. Since you are here, let's be sacrifices together!"

As soon as the voice fell, the demon python under his feet burst out black demonic energy again, drowning the figure of the purple-clothed man, and then turned into a gust of black wind and swept away.

…

Above the mountains, Xiao Zi twisted his snake body forward, it raised its snake head, and turned left and right.

"Such a strong demonic energy."

Xiao Zi muttered, and Fang Wang, who was standing on its head, also felt it.

Not only demonic energy, but also devil energy and ghost energy!

It seems that the battle ahead is very fierce.

Fang Wang picked up the senior disciple token and probed into it with his spiritual sense. He found that there were only more than 80 Taiyuanmen disciples left on the mission. In other directions, a large number of light spots were approaching. Judging from the number, there were at least tens of thousands of them. A group of light spots had already joined the battlefield.

What a fast moving speed!

Fang Wang was surprised by the support of Taiyuanmen. Their speed was naturally not as fast as his, but with such a large number of people, they could still fly so fast together. Could it be some kind of powerful magic weapon?