Xuanxia

Chapter 1078 Sky Eye, Sword
Three years ago, Ning Baimei brought Dong Qianran and Ning Wushou here and knocked the sword demon off the cliff. At that time, after the sword demon was severely injured by Ning Baimei, Dong Qianran said that if someone helped, he could fight against the sword demon with his sword.

She thought the same when Fu Qingzhou was fighting the sword demon.

She admitted that Fu Qingzhou was now...as strong as herself, perhaps even a little stronger in some ways.

It was not surprising to her that Fu Qingzhou was able to suppress the sword demon with the help of the magic sword, magic weapons, and formation.

However, when the sword curtain rose, Dong Qianran's breathing stopped.

If the previously injured sword demon was roughly equivalent to a Xuanxing with complicated means and amazing momentum, then now...

It is a natural disaster.

"puff!"

Dong Qianran spat out a mouthful of blood, took several steps back, and his face turned extremely pale - all the formations and magic weapons that had just restrained the sword demon collapsed and shattered at this moment!
“How could it be…” Ning Wushu’s pupils shrank: “Last time my father knocked it off a cliff, he had never seen anything like this…”

She already knew the answer before she even finished asking the question.

The answer is Fu Qingzhou.

Fu Qingzhou is special.

Along the way, he had told them the story of the smoker, which was strange and shocking, but also reasonable.

The mysterious existence in his body is the true soul of the sword demon's body.

There is no doubt that Fu Qingzhou's coming here will produce an unusual resonance with the sword demon.

It’s just that sword curtain…

Ning Wushu slowly raised his head.

The sword curtain is like a peak, rising straight into the sky.

The moment the sword curtain rose, all sounds between heaven and earth froze.

It was an abyss formed by tens of millions of ancient bronze swords hanging upside down. Dark red blood rust was flowing on each sword, and the ancient runes engraved on the sword spine were spewing out ghost fire from the underworld.

They are not entities, but more terrifying than entities - they are probably the souls controlled by Cang Yun as the lord of the Styx Valley. He once fought millions of people on the battlefield, and thus realized the way of life and death and became a soul master. Now it seems that the souls that died under his halberd have traveled through thousands of years, carrying with them the resentment accumulated on the battlefield, and condensed into a sea of ​​sword intent!
As the sword curtain squirmed, it made a groaning sound of rusted metal, as if a hundred thousand ghost soldiers were dragging chains at the bottom of the Yellow Springs River.

What was reflected in Fu Qingzhou's pupils was no longer the sword shadow, but countless twisted ghost faces protruding from the bronze sword. They tore through the sword spine and struggled out, but were restrained back into the sword by invisible shackles. Every struggle caused blood ripples on the surface of the sword curtain. The foul sword energy poured down like a rainstorm, and the black rocks of the cliff turned into pus when they touched it.

"What's this?"

Fu Qingzhou only felt that his throat was strangled by an invisible sword finger.

He looked down and found that the curse marks on his body were twisting wildly, and those dark lines were trying to escape from his body like living things - even the remaining soul of the smoker was afraid of the pressure of the sword curtain?

Akihito's twin swords wailed in his hands, the bright light flowing on the sword edges being eaten away by the bronze rust, like two silver fish trapped in amber.

The hallucination of swords and horses came from deep within the sword curtain.

He saw Cang Yun's black armor stained with blood, and the long spear swept across the sea of ​​blood and corpses; he saw Jiang Lingyun working hard in front of the sword-making furnace, and the sword that was being tempered in the furnace fire was this master-devouring murderous weapon; he saw countless people die here over the past thousand years, and their spirits were devoured by the sword curtain, turning into a new wave of resentment.

The most terrifying thing is the sword hanging on the sword curtain.

Whether they are real or imaginary, no one knows.

Or maybe they were just illusions, but at this moment, the sword tip hanging in the sky and trembling silently, the murderous intent hanging down had condensed into substance!

Blood began to seep out of Fu Qingzhou's exposed skin - this was merely the aftermath of the sword intent, the two swords of Ren and De in his hands could no longer stab forward... He even had a vague sense of fear in his heart. When the real sword rain fell, would even the Three Pure Ones themselves be torn to pieces by the resentment that had accumulated for a thousand years?

This isn't Xuan Xing... Could this be the so-called selfless divine realm? !
He didn't dare to hesitate any longer and immediately opened his third eye.

It would have been fine if he didn't open his eyes, but once he opened them, Fu Qingzhou felt even more shocked!

In the field of vision of the Heavenly Eye, those dark and eerie sword intents, the terrifying sword curtains... all disappeared.

All that was left in sight was the broken body of the old ghost Cang Yun, and... the ancient sword.

Moreover, that body had no black armor or halberd, only a cloth robe.

He looked to be about sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair, long beard and a thin body. His loose black cloth fluttered in the wind, but his eyes were empty and lifeless, and the ancient and rusty sword was stuck in his chest. This certainly did not scare Fu Qingzhou.

What really shocked him was the... eyes hanging on the sky behind Cang Yun.

In Fu Qingzhou's field of vision, he could see that the sky was as dark as night, with only one huge eye slowly opening... and looking at him!
Look into his third eye.

Fu Qingzhou's mind exploded with a buzzing sound.

At the same time, the curse marks on his body seemed to be released, blooming instantly, covering his entire body and face, and even began to climb towards his third eye...

"Qingzhou!"

At this time, Ning Wushu, who was at the edge of the cliff, noticed something strange.

So she picked up the sword at hand without hesitation and swung it with her hand!
She knows swordsmanship, but she only knows one move.

Ning Baimei named this sword technique after his son, and called it Wuwang Sword.

The Wuwang Sword seizes the power of heaven and earth and ignores the cultivation level of the swordsman!
The invisible sword energy whizzed away, and Ning Wushu's expression turned as pale as paper in an instant, and blood oozed from his nostrils.

The invisible power of heaven and earth unleashed by the sword of punishment rolled in like a tide, and the shadow of the sword demon shook violently.

"Wow!"

After using this sword, Ning Wushu could no longer hold on and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His body softened and he immediately fell to his knees, relying on the sword to hold on, but the blood from his mouth, nose, and seven orifices could not be stopped.

"Wu Shu!" Dong Qianran was shocked. She didn't expect that Ning Wu Shu, who was responsible for support, fell down before her!

But this sword is effective.

Perhaps it was because the battle between Fu Qingzhou and the sword demon had already attracted the powerful force of heaven and earth, and perhaps it was because of the help of their many magic weapons and formations, Ning Wushu's move with the help of the sword master was so powerful that it was unimaginable!
Under the pressure of this invisible and intangible sword energy, the sword curtain that covered the sky was melting away bit by bit like thin ice encountering the scorching sun!

The curse marks all over Fu Qingzhou's body suddenly froze.

In his sight, the giant eye of the night was forced to close a little by the sudden shock, and the roar in his mind disappeared instantly.

Fu Qingzhou suddenly woke up, and almost instinctively seized the opportunity... and poured all his cultivation into the Heavenly Eye!
"Old man, what exactly is the curse mark you left on me?"

"Why didn't you help me at the critical moment, but instead wanted to mess with me?"

"At the beginning, you told Biyun that you must get me, but after you really got to know me, why were you willing to risk your life to help me?"

He clenched his teeth and stared at the true form of the smoker that no one else could see.

"Tell me the answer, tell me the answer to everything!"

Fu Qingzhou roared loudly, and his Heavenly Eye burst into an extremely dazzling light!

In an instant, the black-armored sword demon holding the halberd, the black fog, and the sword curtain all dissipated.

Dong Qianran and Ning Wushu raised their heads and looked at the sky in shock.

At this time, they also saw it.

The sword demon disappeared, and the sword intent that was flying into the sky disappeared as well.

In the sky, there was only a thin old man in black with lifeless eyes and the ancient sword stuck in his chest.

That is the true form of the "Sword Demon".

The so-called shocking sword intent is all illusion.

But this illusion has truly affected everyone's soul. Even Ning Baimei could not see through it. When you think you are injured by the sword... you are really injured.

Now, under the illumination of the bright light of the Heavenly Eye, all illusions have finally dissipated, leaving only the truth.

Fu Qingzhou continued to fly forward.

The Sword of Benevolence and the Sword of Virtue turned into bracelets and stuck to his right hand, delivering a constant stream of enormous power... and at this moment, his hand finally firmly grasped the hilt of the ancient sword.

(End of this chapter)