749: C749 Heavenly Sword Sect Wan Zibai!

C749 Heavenly Sword Sect Wan Zibai!

The moment he heard the three words "Heavenly Sword Sect", Xia Qianyu's brows fiercely jumped.

She didn't even sense with her spiritual will that the person who came was not weak at all.

Could it be that the Sword Immortal Tiantu had personally come?

Su Bai looked at her as if he could read her thoughts, and chuckled: "Don't worry. This man should be here for the Netherworld Monk. "

"If my guess is correct, this person should be the chief sword wielding elder from Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Xia Qianyu nodded, and revealed an expression of interest, "Then, should we go take a look?"

Su Bai squinted his eyes and laughed, then said: "It's not bad to watch a show."

"Woosh ~ ~ ~"

Both of them disappeared into the darkness.

And at this time, in the dark night at the end of the street, the Netherworld Monk who was hiding in the darkness seemed to have sensed something and suddenly turned to look behind him.

At the end of his vision, a thick, ink-black night sky split apart as a figure wearing an azure long robe slowly walked over.

One could vaguely see that this person's beard and hair were completely white. His long hair was scattered behind his head and his face was rosy. It was impossible to tell his age at all.

He had his arms folded across his chest and was holding a wooden sword. His clear eyes were filled with profoundness. Although he did not intentionally emanate an aura, the moment he appeared, along with the plants and rocks around him, all trembled and emitted soundless sword hums.

"Wan Zibai, you're still here!"

Netherworld Monk felt the change in the surrounding air and his pupils contracted. He let out a disdainful snort and laughed, "What, that old thing still hasn't come out, and he sent you here alone? This is looking down on this old man too much! "

The old man who was referred to as Wan Zibai sighed, and with pity in his eyes: "Junior Brother You, follow me back, maybe there's still a chance of survival!"

"Go back?"

Netherworld Monk's face was full of sneer, his eyes flickered with dense hatred: "From the day I betrayed the Heavenly Sword Sect, I could have gone back! Wan Zibai, you can't kill me! If you know what's good for you, stop bothering me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite! "

Wan Zibai shook his head lightly, "So many years have passed and you're still as stubborn as ever."

Swish!

As he spoke, he took a light step forward and swung the wooden sword in his hand.

"Chi!"

A cyan colored sword light swept through the sky like a huge crescent moon, cutting down towards Netherworld Monk's waist in an instant.

Netherworld Monk's face was cold. He suddenly waved his right hand and the iron sword in his hand flew out. The black light suddenly exploded and fiercely slashed down.

"Break!"

Rip!

As if the curtain had been torn apart, the azure crescent sword light was instantly torn apart by the black iron sword.

"Stop probing!"

"Bring out your strongest strength. Do you really think I'm Amon? Right now, I am at the God Realm! "

The moment he finished his last sentence, the aura of the entire body began to rise, and the formless grayish-black true essence began to burn around his body like a raging fire. Behind him, a faintly discernable black figure began to gather, and the enormous pressure caused the air in a radius of tens of metres to sink into a swamp, making it hard to move.

Wan Zibai frowned, as though he was surprised at Netherworld Monk's strength, and shook his head in the end.

"Since Junior Apprentice Brother Nether is so stubborn, then don't blame me for being merciless with the wooden sword in my hand!"

"Humph!" I hate hypocrites like you! What relationship do you have with me? Today, either you die or I die! "

"Soul Extermination, Slash!"

Weng! *

His killing intent soared to the sky, and the blurry image behind him seemed to have an invisible energy that surged out in an instant, transforming into a formless sharp sword that slashed towards Wan Zibai's mind. The longsword in his hand flashed, and at the same time, as fast as lightning, it slashed towards's head.

Facing this move, even Wan Zibai did not dare to be negligent.

The divine light in his eyes surged as the gigantic Power of Spiritual Will erupted, blocking the Netherworld Monk's divine will attack. His body moved, and like a fish in water, he retreated in an instant.

At the same time, he raised the wooden sword in his hand.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound of impact rang out.

The Netherworld Monk waved the black sword in his hands, causing the black light to dissipate a bit, but he showed no signs of retreating. His aura exploded forth from his body and the majestic true essence surged out like a tide, pulling his body up more than ten centimeters in an instant.

The black longsword in his hand soared in the wind, directly transforming into a huge black sword that was several tens of feet long. Black fog flowed within it, as if it could devour a person's soul and intimidate their mind.

"Chop Chop Chop!"

At this moment, Netherworld Monk had actually abandoned his advantage in cultivation technique and turned into a giant black mist, wielding a giant middle sword. The pressure caused the air to explode, the sword Qi cut horizontally across several tens of metres, turning all the trees and buildings into ruins.

In the face of such a heavy sword that was just opening and closing, Wan Zibai's face slightly changed, as he became slightly surprised for a moment.

He seemed to have underestimated his junior brother's strength!

If that's the case …

His eyes were cold and stern, and his aura burst forth unreservedly.

BOOM!

The air exploded.

Wan Zibai was flying with eyes like lightning, he clasped his hands together and an immense pressure expanded the air around him, forming a circular wave of air visible to the naked eye.

As for the brown wooden sword, it was currently floating three feet above his head. There were faint runes flowing on it. As the sword trembled, the sharp sword qi cut through the air with a 'chi chi' sound.

"Sword kinesis, Qi Fusion Slash!"

Suddenly, with a solemn face, Wan Zibai's hands slashed through the void.

Weng! *

The brown wooden sword trembled violently, and the brown light radiated out explosively. In an instant, the sword qi shot up into the sky like lightning, and the boundless sword qi shattered the void, and even the black sword qi that had been slashed down by Netherworld Monk shattered.

"Whiz!"

The brown wooden sword's speed was extremely fast. It instantly broke the sound barrier, accelerating to a terrifying speed that was close to two times the speed of sound!

In the darkness of the night, even with Su Bai and Xia Qianyu's eyesight, they could only see a flash of blurry brown light.

Netherworld Monk's pupils contracted. In the face of this sword attack, he had no time to dodge at all.2

How was this possible?

How could that old bastard Tiantu give his own Sword Qi Manipulation to Wan Zibai?

No wonder Wan Zibai was so confident, he actually had such a killing move waiting for him!

Damn it!

At the same time his heart was filled with madness, he felt a tinge of sadness. Was he finally going to die?

He couldn't even kill Wan Zibai, how could he kill Tiantu?

He smiled as he thought of this. In his heart he had given up on resisting.

However, just as he was prepared to close his eyes and wait for death, that brown wooden sword, as if it had been hit by a acupoint, floated three inches in front of his forehead without moving at all.

Netherworld Monk seemed to have thought of something and subconsciously turned his head, just when he saw the two young figures of a man and a woman slowly walking over from afar.

Instantly, his expression became incomparably agitated, and even his breathing became hurried.

"Mr. Su, Miss Xia!"

pqdm.com