Invincible Starts From God-level Plunder

One after another, the fusion array posts landed in the same place of the large array outside the Pure Yang Sword Palace, and there were continuous golden energy ripples, escaping outward.

Gu Qingming and Jiang Yunxin stared at the large array in front of them unblinkingly, with their fists clenched, the tension on their faces surprisingly consistent.

"Boy, work hard!"

Gu Qingming frowned.

Beside him, Gu Tianyi manipulated the blood-colored sky pattern with both hands, continuously condensing the fusion array. With Gu Tianyi's control of the Tongtian Formation, this has reached its limit.

"He Fangxiao's younger generation is so bold that they dare to break into the land of my Pure Sun Sect's good fortune at night, and capture them without a hand!"

Suddenly, a violent drink sounded not far away, and it seemed particularly clear in the quiet night.

This voice is quite familiar, and it is the head of the Chunyang Sect-True Man Chunyang.

Behind him, there are three figures, each of whom is a powerful man in the realm of King Wu.

These three people are naturally the three ancestors of Chunyang Sect.

The high-level combat power of the Pure Sun Sect is all at once!

"Obviously, I have been very careful, but why is it still discovered?"

Jiang Yunxin said with a pale face and nervousness.

Facing the strong man of King Wu, she has an innate fear, which is the awe of the strong as a weak man.

This feeling will gradually disappear as the cultivation level increases.

"Girl, you just hide next to Tianyi boy, these four old guys, just leave them to the old man."

Gu Qingming's momentum was shocked, and the Hantian Sword Martial Spirit was unsheathed.

"Sword Fairy..."

Gu Tianyi suddenly shouted.

"Boy, don't worry, this little scene, the old man can handle it. If you want to help me, you can quickly weaken this big battle to the extent that it can be crushed."

Gu Qingming waved his hand, very open-minded.

"I am not preventing you from responding to the enemy, but I hope you can hold on for a while. After all, you will still need to condense the force of the extreme cold to break through the spiritual circle."

"So, use this sword!"

Gu Tianyi casually threw a azure sword with a simple body and exuding an icy chill.

It is Qing Mingjian.

Although Gu Tianyi is the sword master of Qingming, the sword spirit has her own consciousness. If the sword master allows, she can cooperate with other people to fight. It's just that if you can't communicate with each other, it's better to have a powerful burst of power when you cooperate with the sword master.

However, as the last Qingming Sword Master, Gu Qingming was still able to display a decent combat power even if he could not communicate with Qingming Sword.

Gu Qingming held the Qingming sword in his hand, and after a while, he smiled.

"Boy, thanks!"

The Qingming sword was horizontal, and Gu Qingming's momentum was as powerful as a tiger.

Leaping forward, holding the sword and pointing at the four martial masters who came from the sky not far away, they yelled: "Four, there is no enmity between you and me. Today, I just want to borrow Chunyang. The sword palace is used. Please make it convenient for everyone, I will thank you again in the future!"

The four of them were surprised when they heard the sound.

"This voice is...Gu Qingrui?"

"In the middle of the night, why did she forcibly enter the Pure Yang Sword Palace? At this hour, the Pure Yang Sword Palace has not been opened."

"Hmph, no matter what the reason, Pure Yang Sword Palace is the top priority of my Pure Sun Sect. At this moment, I am trespassing and I am absolutely uneasy and kind, brother, you don't have to say more, grab it first, and then send it out!"

The three ancestors have already made a decision.

True person Chunyang stepped on a fiery red flying sword, stood with his hand held, and walked in the air, quite like a master.

At this moment, his face solemnly looked down, and he lightly shouted: "Gu Qingrui, I am waiting for you as a disciple of the Pure Sun Sect. I have outstanding talents. I don’t care about the damage to the Pure Sun Sword Palace a few days ago. Today, you actually want to take action against Chunyang Sword Palace again, is it tolerable or unbearable!"

"This seat gives you a chance. I leave quickly now. I can assume that this has never happened before. But if you are obsessed with understanding, don't blame us for being merciless!"

This decision of True Man Chunyang seemed to have made concessions.

"Haha, I would like to thank you for forgiveness in advance, but today I enter the Pure Yang Sword Palace, and I am determined to get something. If there is any offense, I can only ask you for forgiveness in the future."

Gu Qingming smiled.

"What a stubborn wicked obstacle, brother, it's useless to say more, do it!"

As the ancestor Jianwu spoke, he had taken out a sword as thin as a cicada's wings from the Qiankun bag.

Before the voice was over, he had already shot.

The sword he cultivated was a fast sword.

Regardless of the strength, the ancestor of Jianwu can be regarded as the number one swordsman in the domain. The moment he shot, he swung away the heavy sword shadow, so fast that he couldn't catch it with the naked eye.

With this level of sword intent, even a sword master like Gu Qingming couldn't help but nod secretly, expressing his approval.

It's just that identification belongs to identification. In front of Gu Qingming, the swordsmanship of Jianwu ancestors is no different from the class.

"Swordsmanship is central and upright, known for being fierce. Your sword intent, you only want to be fast, but you ignore the most basic thing in kendo, which is the slanting front of the sword. Even if there are occasional small achievements, it is just an opportunistic and evil sword."

The Qing Ming Sword in Gu Qing Ming's hand swayed, and the soft sword that came on the face was swung away.

"Rather nonsense, you are a mere junior. Although you have some talent in cultivation, you need to be immersed in kendo all year round. What do you know? How dare you give pointers to the kendo of this seat?

Jian Wu ancestor said furiously.

What he is most proud of in his life is his kendo.

Now, Gu Qingming said that the sword is going slant and the evil way is wrong, how he is not angry.

In a fit of anger, the sword's momentum became more swift and violent, and a bit more killing intent.

In the eyes of laymen, the sword moves performed by the ancestors of Jianwu became more fierce and swift. But in the eyes of Gu Qingming, an insider, there are so many flaws.

"Since you don't believe me, then I will use my own sword to break your sword!"

Gu Qingming smiled.

"Hmph, if you can break my sword with one sword, you will be your apprentice from now on!"

Jianwu ancestor said angrily.

"Haha, look good!"

Gu Qingming chuckled, and the Qingming sword was unsheathed.

Compared with Jianwu ancestor's fast sword, her sword is simply slow to the extreme, and it is just a simple sword without any fancy.

But the next moment, a shocking scene of jaw dropping appeared.

Under Gu Qingming's sword, the seemingly unstoppable sword intent of Jianwu ancestor was broken. In the hands of the ancestor of Jianwu, the fast sword that was as thin as a cicada wing seemed to be out of control, and flew out.

The Qing Ming sword drove straight in, and the tip of the sword stopped less than an inch in front of the ancestor Jianwu's neck. As long as Gu Qingming is willing to wave his hands, he can make Jianwu ancestors different places.

Obviously, the ancestor of Jianwu was defeated and defeated miserably.

"Haha, there are too many people wanting to be my apprentice in this world, you...not enough."

Gu Qingming chuckled, turning his wrist, and patted the face of Jianwu ancestor with the face of the Qingming sword.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound.

The ancestor Jianwu lightened and flew out in one direction, crashing into the big formation guarding the Pure Yang Sword Palace.

A bright red sword print appeared on half of his face.

"You guys, let's go together."

Gu Qingming hooked his hand, stroked the long sword, and said with a chuckle.