Chapter 80 Ancient Sword Sect

"Swoosh!"

A flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the darkness and headed straight for the sky.

On the tall city wall, three figures stood quietly, watching the lightning leave.

"Let's go, Brother Lin Dong is destined to be a giant dragon soaring in the sky, we can only look up to him." Jiang Lei slowly retracted his gaze and patted his eldest daughter's shoulder somewhat uninterested.

Hearing this, the beauty who had been holding back her emotions finally couldn't hold back, and two lines of tears quickly slid down her delicate cheeks.

"Sister, why are you crying? I made an agreement with my elder brother, he said he would definitely come back to see us."

Yinyin pulled her tearful sister with her little hand, a little confused.

"Nothing, sister is happy."

Jiang Xue quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her mouth and said with a smile.

"Jiang Yinyin, the master of life and death, we will meet again..."

In the distant sky, the figure standing with his hands behind his back and the figure on the tiger beast's back whispered something.

......

This is a huge and ancient mountain range, like a giant dragon quietly crawling on the ground. There are also fierce and unusual auras hidden in the mountain range, which faintly reveal a special charm.

"It seems that there are quite a few beasts of the third level of creation hidden in the ancient abandoned stream. We can start large-scale hunting here to improve the strength of you and Xiao Yan."

On a towering mountain, Lin Dong retracted his inquiring gaze.

Hunting a beast of the third level of creation, Xiao Yan devoured the monster crystal and flesh, and Xiao Diao extracted the monster spirit, without any waste.

"Hehe, let's go in quickly, I can't wait."

Xiao Diao's eyes were fixed on the deepest part of the mountain range, where there was a very violent and domineering aura. He knew that it must be that mixed-blood bastard.

"Xiao Yan, let's go."

Lin Dong flashed and flew to Xiao Yan's tiger back.

"Roar!"

After resting, Xiao Yan roared in a low voice, and once again carried a man and a marten to the depths of the mountain range with full of energy.

Outside the Ancient Abandoned Gorge, at the entrance to the dense forest road.

Dozens of figures in uniform stood holding swords, completely blocking the road behind. Their cuffs were all embroidered with patterns of ancient swords.

Gu Jianmen, the most powerful force in the Ancient Abandoned Gorge, has three Qi-making Realm masters suppressing the ancient sword sect, all of whom are masters of the ancient sword sect.

"Damn it, why are you people from the ancient sword sect so overbearing? This ancient abandoned gorge is not exclusive to your family, why don't you let us in?!"

The three Yuandan Realm masters were confronting the people from the ancient sword sect from a distance.

"Hmph, don't accept it? Then kill them all. I tell you, this is our ancient sword sect's annual hunting operation. During the operation, no one is allowed to trespass. In the ancient abandoned gorge, our ancient sword sect is the rule."

A middle-aged man in green walked out from among the dozens of ancient sword sect masters. He was about forty years old, with a thin face, holding a long sword, and a proud expression. He was a powerful master of the formation realm.

"You..."

The three casual martial artists looked at each other with sullen faces.

"Shua shua shua!"

As if to echo the middle-aged man in green, all the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect drew out their long swords, and the cold light was sharp for a moment.

"A hero does not suffer a loss in front of him. Let's go."

The casual martial artists still did not have the courage to take action. After muttering a few words, they had to turn around and leave unwillingly.

Let's not talk about the three Yuandan realm masters. They had no chance of winning in a conflict with the dozens of masters of the Ancient Sword Sect. Even if they barely rushed in, they could not afford the subsequent revenge of the Ancient Sword Sect.

The great elder of the Ancient Sword Sect was a great master of the Qi realm, and was the undisputed strongest man in the ancient waste ravine.

"Tsk, a bunch of trash."

Looking at the three figures going away, the middle-aged man in green snorted disdainfully.

He was Liu Yuntian, the deacon of the Ancient Sword Sect, and a small master of the Formation Realm. He had the confidence to do so.

"Swoosh!"

Just as Liu Yuntian was secretly proud of himself, a flash of lightning suddenly passed through the dense forest, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and it was extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, it had already shuttled through most of the green sea.

Relying on the strong eyesight of a powerful person in the Formation Realm, Liu Yuntian could vaguely see that in the center of the lightning was a flying monster with a pair of lightning wings on its ribs, and there seemed to be an extraordinary figure standing with his hands behind his back on its back.

"Hmph, look, here comes another ungrateful person, everyone pay attention."

It was the high-spirited Liu Yuntian who turned his head and gave a warning, and then shouted: "Please stop quickly, the people in front, the Ancient Sword Sect is doing business here, no one is allowed to trespass."

He Liu Yuntian is not an ungrateful fool, he knows the principle of courtesy before force, if he accidentally passes by a thorough high-level powerhouse, wouldn't it be troublesome if he rashly provokes him?

A roar echoed over the endless green forest, ensuring that the strange warrior could clearly hear his warning. Even the three independent cultivators who had not yet walked far away stopped to watch the show.

"Roar!"

The monster in the center of the lightning roared impatiently, flapped its wings, and tried to speed up to pass through the airspace above.

"How dare you! Get down!"

Liu Yuntian, who felt that he was seriously provoked, blushed and immediately ordered the dozen disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect behind him to attack with him.

"Clang clang clang!"

Dozens of long swords containing powerful Yuanli fluctuations immediately rose into the air and slashed at the flying monster that was approaching.

"Sky Scale Halberd Technique, Angry Python Halberd!"

The movement below seemed to alarm the figure standing with his hands behind his back on the back of the monster. He glanced at the people below and his mouth moved slightly.

"Roar!"

In a roar, the manic Yuanli surged wildly in the sky, and the red light quickly dyed the sky red. As the red light rapidly squirmed and surged, a ferocious red python suddenly poked out from the red sky.

The breath of the red python was violent and powerful, lifelike, as if it had been injected with vitality, like a living python-like powerful monster descending.

The Yuanli took shape and gave it energy to things!

"Bang bang bang!"

The roaring red python swallowed dozens of fine steel swords in one gulp, and then swung its tail flexibly. The huge tail turned into an extremely sharp red whip shadow, aiming at the crowd below and smashing it down.

"Boom!"

The earth shook violently, and dozens of Ancient Sword Sect disciples who had not been able to dodge were buried by the huge whip shadow, and a gully several dozen feet long immediately appeared on the surface.

"Puff!"

As the only Ancient Sword Sect strongman who barely escaped the attack of the red giant python, Liu Yuntian covered his bloody left arm and vomited a large mouthful of blood. He was just scratched by the red whip shadow.

"The Yuan force takes shape and gives Qi to things, which is called Qi creation. This is actually a Qi creation realm strongman?!!"

Liu Yuntian, with a pale face, covered his injured left arm and looked at the lightning that jumped over his head, and couldn't help blurting out.