Breaking through Thunderbolt with martial arts

Chapter 480
A sword pierced through the chest, and bright red blood spilled, staining the ground red.

Ye Xiaochai is worthy of being the sword master of the Central Plains, and his swordsmanship was the top at that time, and even the swordsman suffered trauma.

"No cough cough..."

Jian Zong coughed sharply, and his figure seemed to be even more stooped, "My flaw is only a thousandth of a second."

At this moment, it seemed that the overall situation had been decided, and the outcome was decided.

Jian Zong showed a touch of admiration on his face, "Supported by the heart sword, breaking my sword spirit; taking the name and god as the main, taking the victory, it is really extraordinary!"

But at this moment, as Jian Zong's voice changed, Ye Xiaochai felt something was wrong, and wanted to draw the sword, but at some point, Jian Zong's hand only grasped the edge of the sword, and bright red blood flowed down the blade.

"That's right, the sword returns to its original owner!"

As soon as Jianzong's words fell, the famous gods showed unprecedented thunder and lightning.

At the same time, a huge energy was aroused from Jianzong's body, and Ye Xiaochai couldn't help but let go and backed away.

At this moment, Jian Zong let out a low growl suddenly, grabbing the famous god and pouring it into his body again until the hilt of his sword was gone.

Blood gushed out like a stream of water.

At the same time, the supreme lightning energy flowed through his body, from the inside out, Jian Zong's white hair flew up, and his robe trembled violently.

The ghostly aura entangled in his body for sixty years was also gradually forced out by the energy of lightning.

A deep roar came, and clusters of dark green ghost energy left the body, and the aura around Jian Zong became stronger and stronger.

"He's going to force out that knife."

I don't know when, Fengyue Morong came over with a dignified expression.

The knife was the injury left by Chang Ri Kun's battle with Tiangui Tyrant Xiao, the master of Yan Luo Ghost Prison.

The ghost howling knife entered the body, making Jianzong no longer at the peak, and coughing frequently, only then has he been imprisoned for countless years.

Of course, the tyrant Xiao was worse than Chang Ri Kun, because the tyrant Xiao who returned to the ghost prison was killed by the ghost queen, thus successfully usurping the throne.

Compared to Tyrant Xiao's desolation, Jian Zong was still alive.

Of course, this is also due to the fact that he has a friend who is both an enemy and a friend—Xuanlong Ling Jueding.

Just when the Ghost Howling Knife was completely forced out, countless evil spirits gathered and condensed the blade again, intending to kill Jian Zong.

But at the same time, unprecedented and unprecedented sword energy burst out, centering on Jianzong, sweeping the ten directions.

Ye Xiaochai and Fengyue Morong immediately vomited blood and retreated.

Accompanied by a low shout, the sharp edge of Jianzong's chest suddenly forced out, and flew in the air, smashing the newly formed Ghost Howling Knife, and then reflected back, falling into Jianzong's hands.

Perhaps, it should no longer be called Jianzong.

On the other side of the mountain, Jian Chan Mixin, who has been sensing the sword prisoner, suddenly opened his eyes, "Swordsman, you are finally back."

At this time, the majestic sword energy erupted, and Ye Xiaochai and Fengyue Morong were both under the pressure of the powerful sword, retreating step by step, leaving two foot-deep footprints along the way.

And a hundred meters in front of the two of them, a burly figure stepped forward.

"Dragon horses travel thousands of miles with snowflakes, wind and moon ten steps away, and swords sing in the sky. Autumn frost cuts jade for a long day, and the name of the clan is immortal."

His long, slightly brown hair swept back high and hung backwards, a bright red vertical mark between his brows added a touch of sternness, and his face with stubble was even more majestic and cold.

"Ye Xiaochai, after these ten steps, you can live!"

Chang Ri Kunzhen leaned over and stared coldly, with a calm tone.

That is the pride and self-confidence that belongs to Chang Ri Kun.

Ye Xiaochai lost the power of a weapon, and had to face Chang Ri Kunzhen, who had recovered to a perfect state, with an unprecedentedly dignified expression.

"Huh? Why, are you going to die with him too?"

Chang Ri Kun's sword twirled, and looked coldly at Fengyue Morong who was standing beside Ye Xiaochai.

"I..." Fengyue Morong clenched her hands tightly, falling into hesitation.

But Chang Ri Kun's character didn't give anyone a chance to hesitate, the name god moved, and the majestic sword aura swept past, covering both of them under the sword aura.

Boom boom boom!
The two tried their best to resist, but Changri Kunzheng, who had returned to his full glory, was at the level of the four great Daoist creators, and there are only a few people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him in the world today, how can Ye Xiaochai and Fengyue be irresistible.

Daoist sword Qi swept across the body, and the red blood stained the white shirt.

until,

Pfft!

With a sword piercing through the heart, Ye Xiaochai's powers collapsed immediately, and all his vitality was destroyed.

"Ye Xiaochai!"

Fengyue Morong shouted with a complicated heart, but seeing Chang Ri Kuncheng pull out the famous god, a handful of blood gushed out.

Ye Xiaochai staggered back, feeling a surge of emotion, the greatest regret in this life, the irreparable regret, flooded her heart, as if her life had come to an end.

The sword energy in Ye Xiaochai's body was rushing around, and cracks appeared in his body, and the sword energy in his body was about to explode.

"The fate of Buddha has arrived."

Jian Chan Mixin got up suddenly, and at the same time the famous move reappeared, "Impermanence!"

A sword qi came from outside the sky, repelling Chang Ri Kunzhen immediately, and then another peaceful voice sounded, "As usual!"

Turning back with a sword, he forcibly suppressed the sword force that was about to erupt in Ye Xiaochai's body, avoiding the crisis of Ye Xiaochai's body explosion.

Immediately, Jian Chan Mixin appeared and carried Ye Xiaochai on his back.

"Zhan Ya, you are finally here."

Chang Ri Kun was not surprised, he had already felt the familiar breath of the sword when he attacked in the Earth Sea Solitary Castle.

Zhan Ya was conceived by his sword fetus, and the two are inseparable, as long as he makes a move, he cannot hide it.

"Helping Ye Xiaochai several times seems to be the guidance of the Buddha, but his plans are bound to destroy me."

Chang Ri Kunyi took a deep look at Jian Chan Mi Xin, and the name in his hand disappeared, "For your sake, this is it for today, but next time, I won't hold back."

As soon as the words fell, Chang Ri Kunzhen turned around suddenly, and Jian Chan Mi Xin who was behind him also recited the Buddha's words and disappeared in an instant.

The prisoner of swords and swords fell into silence for a while.

After a long time, Chang Ri Kunzhen continued, "Yuan Wuji let you go, what request did you make?"

"Kill Ye Xiaochai, or - you!"

Fengyue Morong would not lie, she said it directly.

"Oh?"

Chang Ri Kunzhen turned around slowly, with a sneer on his face, "Then you missed a good opportunity."

"I don't bother to kill him who has no backhand power. If I want to kill him, I need to fight him openly and prove my strength."

Fengyue Morong's voice was low, but firm in her voice.

Because beating Ye Xiaochai is also the ultimate goal of his mother.

"Hahaha!" Changri Kunyi laughed for a while, then stared at Fengyue Morong, "Then you still have two choices, kill me—or Yuan Wuji!"

The Misty Rain Sword and Jiang Chao Knife were unsheathed at the same time behind Fengyue Morong's back, and then pierced deeply into the ground, and Fengyue Morong also knelt on one knee, lowered his head and said, "I want you to teach me the strongest sword."

"Oh? How strong is it?" Chang Ri Kunzhen showed great interest.

Fengyue Morong's words were still consistent, "It's enough to kill you or Yuan Wuji!"

However, Chang Ri Kunzhen didn't care about it at all. There is such a kind of master as there is such a disciple, which can be described as a perfect interpretation in Chang Ri Kunzhen.

"One day later, I will fight him. Maybe you only have one choice to kill me, because after tomorrow, he will not exist!"

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