The misery begins with the sinner

Chapter 28 Haoran kills ghost evil with one sword
In the silent and empty Cuixin Hall, the Holy Sword of the Three Religions, Tianke Mingjian, was placed on the sword niche.

The surrounding formations are restricted and no one can covet them.

Suddenly, a figure, wearing black clothes and covering his face, quietly stepped into the hall.

His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, sneaking closer to the holy sword.

"There really wasn't any extra manpower! It seems that it was God's will that I took this sword away today!"

It was unexpectedly smooth, and with joy in his heart, the man in black came to the restriction and started to use his Yuan Gong.

The Confucian and Taoist restrictions that protected the holy sword were silently resolved, and the sword was carefully held on the hilt.

A flash of joy flashed in the eyes of the man in black, he put away the holy sword and immediately left the hall.

And just after the man in black left, Yu Lijing slowly walked out of the hall.

"How is it possible for you to steal it so easily! What a stupid thief!"

With a sigh, Yu Lijing followed, fishing far behind the man in black.

Following closely, the man in black seemed to be extremely familiar with the terrain of the Defeng Ancient Road.

There was no response from the mountain guarding formation, and even evaded several waves of guards, which made Yuli Jing secretly make up his mind to take more precautions in the future.

The man in black who got the holy sword walked quickly along the Defeng Ancient Road and ran for dozens of miles before stopping in a small forest.

"Master, I got the holy sword!"

As soon as he said this, a figure walked out from the grass.

When Yu Lijing, who was not far away, saw this person, he frowned and was shocked.

Astonishingly, it is Shu Dao Qian who is currently in charge of the De Feng Ancient Road.

He came to the man in black and said, "You did a good job, but have you ever alarmed everyone?"

"No! There are no guards in Cuixin Palace!"

As soon as these words came out, Shu Dao Qian's expression changed.

"No! We fell into a trap!"

After grabbing the holy sword, Shudao Qian couldn't help but leave.

Upon seeing this, Yu Lijing raised his hand and a sword energy shot out, blocking his way.

"The master is carrying the holy sword, where are he going?"

"It's you!" Seeing Yu Lijing appear, Shu Daoshu frowned slightly and said, "You are the only one, do you think you can stop the two of us?"

At this time, the man in black also reacted, instantly pulled out his long sword, held it tightly in his hand, and looked at Yu Lijing carefully.

"It will be difficult for me to deal with you all by myself, but do you think I am really the only one?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a mighty light coming out, and a man with an unconventional figure came striding up to the Heng Lv Dian with an upright Dharma sword on his back.

"Justify what heaven and earth do not, judge what is right or wrong, do not judge, what criminals and ghosts do not violate, what the sun and moon cannot destroy. Confucianism and legalism, ruthlessness, Confucianism in law, selflessness."

The poem trumpet sounded softly, and Yuli Jing obediently bowed and saluted.

"Greetings to the Reverend Dharma Confucian!"

"Get up!" With a wave of his long sleeves, Fa Ru was selfless and not angry. He faced Shudao's condemnation and said calmly: "Hand over the holy sword, plead guilty and submit to the law! Considering your past achievements, maybe you can be given a lighter sentence!"

At the moment when they saw Fa Ru, Shu Dao Shu and the man in black suddenly showed a look of despair in their eyes.

"It is absolutely impossible to plead guilty and submit to the law! The master will avenge us!"

After hearing Shu Dao's words, Fa Ru and Yu Lijing appeared beside them in an instant, trying to stop them.

But it was a step too late after all!
After Yu Lijing made an inspection, he replied to Fa Ru: "Both the principal and Fu Siyun have committed suicide by taking poison!"

Jun Fengtian remained silent, his brows furrowed and his eyes looking toward the sky, as if penetrating the limitations of space.

With a wave of his hand, the Holy Sword of the Three Religions, Tian Ke Ming Jian, instantly fell in front of Yu Li Jing and ordered: "Send this sword to Haozheng Wudao to announce to the outside world that the evildoers who want to steal the Holy Sword have been killed." .

The leader was the one who took the lead in clearing the road. Unfortunately, he died in battle. Let’s give him a generous burial! "

"Li Jing takes orders!"

Yu Lijing took the holy sword, but did not leave. Instead, like Fa Ru, he looked into the distance.

But I saw only lush vegetation and nothing strange. I was curious and was about to ask.

But I heard Fa Ru say: "You go back to Confucianism first. I have something else to do, so go back as soon as you go!"

Immediately, the selfless light of Dharma and Confucianism penetrated into the nine heavens and disappeared.

"Are you in such a hurry? You haven't said a few words yet...!"

Looking at the retreating figures, Yu Lijing muttered, put away the two bodies, and returned to the ancient path of virtue.

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In the beacon illusion, the fierce battle continued, and sweat had already blurred the eyes.

The blood dyed the clothes red. I don’t know how long it has been. Is it a moment? Is it an hour? Or a day?
With one against two, the sword was close at hand and he was seriously injured. He was running his body crazily, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy to replenish his own losses.

The sword in his hand never stopped, and the hand wielding the sword had long lost consciousness.

The broken clothes reveal the cruelty of this battlefield.

Hate Wufeng has long been seriously injured and cannot bear it, and the evil sword in his hand has changed hands at this moment.

The fallen left arm, with sword marks deeply visible on the bone, put him on the verge of death.

But those eyes belonging to the swordsman were still bright, staring at the two fighting men without wavering.

"Devil's Ghost Yang·Li Xie Dao"

The ghost energy turned into a blade, and the blessing of the evil sword added more ferocious energy. The whirling sword light cut through the space and opened the door to hell.

The flawless sword is still domineering, and the sky is filled with frost. Just when the snowstorm clears up, the light of death blooms.

There was a sonorous sound, the divine soldiers collapsed, and the sword was so close that it was difficult to grasp it, so it came out.

The fierce sword light cut through his chest, and his body fell to the dusty ground like falling snowflakes.

"Your tenacity is rare in this world, but a ghost can do it, let alone you!"

The ghost chess master no longer had the initial calmness, and the hand holding the knife was stained red with blood.

On the gorgeous robe, a trace of blood was particularly dazzling.

The rapid breathing and slow footsteps of death seemed to announce the outcome of this battle.

However, at this moment, a burst of laughter was heard. "Hahaha...! Ghost Chess Master, do you really...think...you can...kill me like this?"

The arrogant laughter, the short tone, and the figure slowly getting up again indicate that the end has not yet come.

"Why aren't you dead? Still not dead? In that case, let the ghost give you one last ride!"

With the sword close at hand, he managed to stand up, and his back straightened again, like a sword, with perseverance between heaven and earth.

When he raised his hand, Wuxia broke through the air instantly.

A sword was swung out, and four completely different sword energies were shot at the same time.

It's ice and snow, it's blood darkness, it's magic flow, it's wind marks, the four sword powers are intertwined and overlapped. Different from the previous power, it actually knocked the ghost chess master dozens of feet away.

"Thank you! Let me hone my sword power! I still have one last sword, please taste it!"

Hearing this, the fallen Ghost Chess Master immediately brightened up, gritted his teeth and yelled angrily: "You are at the end of your power, yet you are so brazen that you use the Ghost Chess Master to hone your sword realm?"

"If you don't see life and death, how can you see the real sword! Now let you witness my sword!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword was close at hand and no longer retained, and the awe-inspiring energy exploded with all its might, with awe-inspiring righteousness that shook the sky.

Thousands of sword souls came out of the body, and the sword spirits of ancient and modern Confucian and Taoist martyrs who protected the Tao felt the same way.

The awe-inspiring aura strengthens the power of the sword.

An extremely domineering sword intent penetrated his body, without any reservation.

In an instant, the entire beacon illusion was unbearable and collapsed instantly.

The holy energy soared into the sky, covering a radius of ten miles.

With such power, the Ghost Chess Master immediately wanted to retreat and wanted to use the black hole to leave. However, under the blessing of the righteousness of the Confucian and Taoist sages.

It actually made it difficult to open the space channel.

Seeing this, the ghost chess master also made the same move.

Ghost energy exploded around him, and his power instantly increased several times.

"Lieque has no boundaries·Taihuang ghost attack"

"The heaven and earth are righteous, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is called Haoran!"

The power of Haoran's sword first appeared in the world, Xuanhuang overturned, and the sun and moon appeared together, forming a majestic mountain and river, suppressing it.

When the two moves met, the heaven and earth suddenly changed, the earth collapsed for several miles around, and the center area was sunk hundreds of feet deep.

Just like the impact of a meteorite, everything returned to chaos.

"I won!"

In the pit, the sword is very close and the face is pale, and all the sword spirits of the poor sky are languid and can no longer be used.

The ghost chess master had lost consciousness, and his chest was pierced by a sword.

The sword is close at hand, and his left hand presses on his heavenly spirit.

The energy rushes into the waste acupoints, forcefully urging the energy body that has already been exhausted, and continuously absorbs the ghost chess master's energy.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, with the bright moon hanging high and the cold moonlight shining by the riverside, a man was drinking tea alone.

Suddenly his face turned red and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The black-faced boy waiting on the side was shocked when he saw this.

"Juejun, what's wrong with you? What's wrong? Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"I can still win even though I use half of my skills. The sword is so powerful so close!" He waved his hand, a cold light flashed in his eyes. After a while, he collected his thoughts and said, "I'm fine, it's just that there's something wrong with my Qi. Xi Yan'er, I'm going to retreat for a while, just take care of yourself!"

"As long as you're fine! Just fine! It scared me to death!"

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In the pit, the sword is so close that it forces the ghost chess master to use his Yuan Gong, and his body is constantly being refined while the body is running.

The originally pale face gradually gained color.

I felt a pure holy aura approaching very quickly, and the familiar feeling it exuded, I judged that Fa Ru had arrived.

Then he chopped off the ghost chess master's head with a sword, raised his hand to destroy his body, and managed to crawl out of the pit.

Just after he escaped from the pit, he saw Dharma and Confucianism descending from the sky.

After glancing at the battlefield, a look of surprise flashed in Jun Fengtian's eyes.

When he saw the bloody sword close to him, he immediately came to his side without hesitation and used the energy of the God Emperor to heal his wounds.

"Why don't you activate the holy energy I left behind to tell you?"

Jun Fengtian asked while healing his wounds.

As early as the time of De Feng Ancient Dao, Jun Fengtian had already prepared if the holy energy left in Jian Jiuchi's body that day was in danger.

If it is destroyed, even if it is thousands of miles away, Jun Fengtian will be able to sense it.

Jianru had informed him of this matter when he left. Now this scene made Faru very puzzled.

"The ghost chess master set up a formation in advance to isolate the space, and the holy energy was activated, but the news was not spread.

This time I was too confident! "

As he spoke, the sword was close at hand and his eyes scanned the whole place, but he could not find the evil sword or the figure of Hate Wufeng.

Sighing: "Hey! It seems that he is still not dead!"

After suppressing the injury, Faru raised his hand to pick up the ghost chess master's head, took off his mask, and revealed a strange face that he had never seen before.

"This person is not the ghost chess master!"

It was no surprise that the sword was so close. The other party was extremely cunning, since he could take away the Demon Sword and Henwu Feng.

It’s not surprising to change your face to prevent your identity from being revealed.

He nodded and said: "Yes! I know! This matter is not simple. The other party should not be dead yet! We can only discuss it in the future!"

"You are seriously injured, follow me back to Haozheng Wudao!"

"Not yet!" Jian Jiji shook his head and refused, and then explained: "The three sects of the Tide of Saints are fighting against Youdu. This ghost chess master once said that the outcome of this battle has been determined. I am not worried!"

"That's all! I'll go with you!"

Jun Fengtian waved his long sleeves, pierced the air with his sword close at hand, and headed towards the tide of saints.

(End of this chapter)