If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 164 Slaying the Great Demon King, the Terrifying Sword Master!
All the swords and flying swords in the city trembled and hummed, which greatly excited the cultivators in the city. They even raised their swords and held them in the air.

"It's the sword intent of the Sword Master Fudao!"

"The Sword Master of the Dao heard our cries!"

"This sword intent is the sword intent of the Sword Master Fudao!"

"Such a vast sword intent should be able to rival that six-headed dragon, right?"

"Where is the Sword Master Fudao? Could he be in the city?"

A deafening commotion erupted throughout the city; everyone was excited.

Clang——

The sound of swords being drawn suddenly drowned out the clamor of the crowd. Swords rose into the sky, their tips pointing upwards, hovering at the same height. There were more than a million of them, their light so dazzling that even the falling snow could not obscure it.

On the Heaven-Mending Platform, Gu Zong stood up, as did the other disciples, all gazing up at the sword in the sky.

Di Xie stood on the roof, looking up at this scene, his face full of disbelief.

"Such sword intent..."

Di Xie muttered to himself. Having been in the Tai Xuan Sect for so many years, he had a deep understanding of the sword intent of the Sword Master Fu Dao. He originally thought he had overestimated the Sword Master Fu Dao, but now he realized how unfathomable the Sword Master Fu Dao was.

Even with his cultivation at the third level of the Profound Heart Realm, Di Xie felt an insurmountable aura in the face of this sword intent.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire city, millions of swords flew northward in unison, their sword energy bursting forth, scattering the snowflakes in the sky. Unstoppable, they vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye, splitting the vast white sky in two and revealing the blue sky in a magnificent scene.

Gu Zong's hair was blown about by the strong wind. He looked in the direction where the million swords had left, and a smile appeared on his face. He was no longer as worried as before.

"Six-Headed Flood Dragon, can you withstand the strongest sword of the Tai Xuan Sect?"

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The Great Jiang Dynasty, in the northern border region.

A steady stream of cultivators flew northwards, like a rain of arrows, vast and mighty, scattering the snowflakes in the sky, a truly magnificent sight.

Looking in the direction they were flying, tens of thousands of miles away, on the battlefield of demons, the six-headed dragon had already leaped over the bottomless canyon, and endless demons followed him, crushing their way into the human territory.

The six-headed dragon held a Xuanxin Realm cultivator in its hand, and no matter how much the cultivator struggled, it could not break free from its grasp.

A thousand feet away, several cultivators at the Profound Heart Realm continuously cast spells, but unfortunately, their spells and supernatural powers did not cause any damage to the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, and could not even break through his armor.

Rocks rained down like a meteor shower, crashing down on the demon army, but the Six-Headed Flood Dragon showed no intention of protecting its subordinates.

As he advanced, he tossed the Xuanxin Realm cultivators in his hands into his mouth. While chewing, his six dragon heads twisted and turned, scanning all directions. He would occasionally raise his hand to pull the half-dead monsters in the distance, swallowing them whole. Blood rained down, staining the mouths of each dragon head crimson, a horrifying sight.

His posture was so languid and arrogant.

The cultivators of the Profound Heart Realm all felt despair. They had never felt so powerless when facing Jing Tu Xian of the Ephemeral Flower Sect before, because Jing Tu Xian died too quickly back then. Now, they truly felt the power of the Mahayana Realm.

Lu Lingjun stood on the White Spirit Demon Emperor, her hair disheveled, her right shoulder covered in blood, constantly bubbling with blood. She gazed at the Six-Headed Flood Dragon from afar, her eyes filled with resentment.

"I can't fight him at all! If I keep going like this, I might end up in his mouth at any moment!"

The White Spirit Demon Emperor said dejectedly, lacking any of the spirit of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator; all it wanted now was to escape this place.

Lu Lingjun took a deep breath. She knew that if she continued fighting like this, there was no chance of winning, and she would only sacrifice herself in vain.

She had the idea of ​​retreating, and not just withdrawing from the battlefield, but leaving the continent altogether.

at this time.

As if sensing something, she suddenly turned her head and looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Behind her, the sky and earth were vast and desolate, covered by white snow, and snow mist swept towards her on the wind.

Not only her, but more and more cultivators sensed something and turned to look.

With disheveled hair and covered in blood, Liang Canghai, the sect leader of the Cangtian Sect, held a large cauldron in his right hand, from which thousands of blue lights burst forth, sweeping across the battlefield. Wherever he passed, blood flowers appeared. However, his attacks had no effect on the six-headed dragon.

He suddenly turned to the side, staring wide-eyed at what was behind him.

The six-headed dragon, which was moving forward and eating at the same time, also sensed something, and all six heads turned forward.

His six dragon faces became ferocious, roaring forward in unison. The dragon roars shook the heavens and the earth, causing countless cultivators and monsters of low cultivation to bleed from their seven orifices.

The six-headed dragon raised his hand, and demonic energy burst forth from his palm. A huge bone knife appeared out of thin air. He gripped the knife with both hands and slashed angrily forward.

With a single slash, demonic energy surged forth like waves, transforming into countless black dragons that raced headlong towards the ends of the earth, sweeping across the world. Cultivators who were unable to dodge in time were struck and instantly turned to ashes.

boom--

A deafening roar came from the ends of the earth, and sword light flashed between heaven and earth. A terrifying sword aura attacked at a speed far exceeding that of the black dragon demon aura, and countless cultivators along the way were swept away by the sword aura.

These cultivators felt the world suddenly brighten, and then they were enveloped by a mysterious and vast sword intent. Their pupils dilated as swords swirling with sword energy swept past them, forcefully squeezing into their field of vision.

Lu Lingjun's cultivation was high and her reaction was faster, but she was still overwhelmed by countless swords. She dared not move and could only watch as the swords attacked the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.

Her beautiful eyes widened, filled with shock.

It's too late to say, then soon!
The massive sword energy, formed by millions of swords, forcefully dispersed the demonic black dragons and charged towards the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.

The six-headed dragon reacted with lightning speed. After swinging its blade, all six heads opened their mouths simultaneously, spewing forth torrents of flames, like a blazing celestial river sweeping across the sky. Boom—

The flames were dispersed, and the massive demonic body of the six-headed dragon was impacted, retreating backward, its flesh and blood flying everywhere like a torrential rain.

After seven steps, the six-headed dragon stopped. A million swords had already pierced through his demonic body, and after drawing an upward arc in the sky behind him, it hovered in the air.

Countless cultivators and demons stared intently as the demonic aura dissipated, and the dragon heads crashed to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

The six-headed dragon's terrifying body was riddled with blood holes, so numerous that it made one's scalp tingle; its life force had been completely extinguished.

The powerful sword intent of the Tai Cang Jing Shen Sword shattered his primordial spirit. A demon core floated among the countless swords; it was the Mahayana demon core of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon.

The world is silent!

Both human cultivators and demons stared in disbelief at the scene.

The nearly invincible Six-Headed Flood Dragon died just like that?

call out! call out! call out……

The million-strong sword formation began flying towards the Taicang Dynasty, the sound of air being torn apart breaking the silence.

"The Sword Master of Supporting the Dao! He is the Sword Master of Supporting the Dao of our Tai Xuan Sect!"

A great cultivator shouted with ecstasy. Not only him, but all the cultivators who had gone to the Heaven-Mending Platform to experience the sword intent were excited and shouted the name of the Sword Venerable of Supporting the Dao.

Lu Lingjun looked up at the million swords in the sky, which resembled a meteor shower, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The White Spirit Demon Emperor beneath her feet was equally dumbfounded and speechless.

"kill--"

Liang Canghai shouted loudly, his tone equally excited. With a command, the Cangtian Sect cultivators were the first to charge towards the demon army.

Upon witnessing the death of the six-headed dragon, the demon army immediately collapsed and began to flee in panic. The demon kings even leaped up and fled back to the demon land at full speed.

The vast array of swords swept across mountains and lakes, causing cultivators, commoners, and demons along the way to look up in awe.

The Great Jiang Dynasty, the Tai Chen Dynasty, the North Sea Mountains...

Master Xuanmiao stood on the hillside, gazing at the swarm of swords flying in from the horizon, his eyes filled with confusion.

Just a few breaths ago, he saw the million-strong sword formation flying north. How come they've returned so quickly?
He watched the million-strong sword formation disappear into the horizon, then stood there lost in thought.

During the flight, Gu An appeared out of thin air among the swords, stole the demon core of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, and then disappeared.

He returned to the Xuan Gu Pavilion, and no one knew that he had disappeared for two breaths.

He used his divine sense to control the million swords and return them to the outer city. With his Nirvana Realm memory and insight, he made each of the million swords return to its master, causing the whole city to erupt in excitement.

Killing the six-headed dragon granted Gu An eight hundred years of lifespan, far less than the lifespan granted by the eighth-order spirit tree.

Gu An picked up the Taoist priest Xun Chun and calmed himself down.

This move may escalate the great calamity of demons.

If the great calamity of demons arrives ahead of schedule, he will have no choice but to go on a killing spree to reach a lifespan of tens of millions of years as soon as possible.

He didn't want to slaughter the common people and fall into demonic ways, but if it was for survival, he had no choice but to lower his principles.

In the process of seizing lifespan, Gu An was always worried that too much killing would create inner demons or sins. Such things were not uncommon in the cultivation world, so he tried his best to increase his lifespan by relying on flowers and plants.

Of course, he was even more afraid of killing too much and attracting enemies that were difficult to defeat.

He tried not to think about these things, and instead thought about what kind of lifespan functions would be unlocked by a lifespan of tens of millions of years.
……

Inside the outer city gate.

Di Xie looked at the ecstatic cultivators on the Heaven-Mending Platform, his expression dazed.

With his perception, he could sense that the demonic aura of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon had dissipated.

How long has it been?

The Sword Master Fudao actually managed to kill the Six-Headed Flood Dragon Luo by using someone else's sword...

Di Xie knew the Six-Headed Flood Dragon. He disliked the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, but he had to admit that the Six-Headed Flood Dragon was very strong and could be considered a first-class level among the seventy-two great demon kings.

Just how strong is the Sword Master Fudao, who can easily kill a six-headed dragon?

Di Xie suddenly felt that the outcome of the upcoming war between the two races was unpredictable.

The Sword Master Fudao may become the biggest obstacle for his father, the Emperor.

He wasn't worried; in fact, he was somewhat looking forward to it.

He preferred the atmosphere of the Tai Xuan Sect to that of the demon race, at least there was no infighting among fellow disciples in the Tai Xuan Sect.

Di Xie looked up into the distance with a playful gaze, wondering to himself, "Demon Master, you consider yourself extraordinary, believing you can deduce all things in heaven and earth. Can you predict the fate of the Sword Venerable Fudao?"

He stepped onto the Heaven-Mending Platform, preparing to continue observing the sword intent of the Sword Master Fudao.

He had a premonition that the sword intent of the Sword Master Fudao would be the greatest opportunity he would ever encounter in his life!
Here it comes!
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