Xuanxia

Chapter 793 White River
"Brother Hua."

Seeing Hua Wuying, Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly: "You are here."

"Here I am." Hua Wuying held the sword in his hand and said with a smile, "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."

From the very beginning, he never lost control of the sword of justice.

Fu Qingzhou had long suspected that Jiang Baichuan had the means to control the Eight Kingly Swords. After all, the other party was once the true master of the Dejian Sword, so they had made a plan long ago.

Of course, the so-called contingency plan is also a kind of gamble.

He bet that Jiang Baichuan could not truly control the Sword of Righteousness, and that Hua Wuying could still take back the divine sword that belonged to him.

Fortunately, they made the right bet.

Before this, Hua Wuying could not touch Yijian, nor could he communicate with Fu Qingzhou through the sword realm. But since entering Xuanmeng, because of the close distance, Hua Wuying has been communicating with Yijian secretly with his eyes closed, and quietly told Fu Qingzhou their location.

and so……

"Well……"

Jiang Baichuan, who was about to move again, suddenly frowned.

He lowered his head and found that the blood flowing from the blood holes on his body suddenly turned black.

"Now that we know your location, 90% of the poison here is naturally prepared for you."

Fu Qingzhou raised the German sword from a distance and sneered, "Aren't you going to kill me? Come on?"

"Haha." Jiang Baichuan also sneered in response: "Arrogant... You have no idea how strong I am now."

He stretched out his hand and took a picture from a distance.

Not far away, Huijue was fighting fiercely with a group of martial artists. Countless people were injured and knocked away, and weapons fell to the ground.

Pulled by Jiang Baichuan's power, a very ordinary long sword flew up by itself and fell into his hands.

As he raised his arm, the sword shattered instantly and turned into millions of sword fragments that surrounded him.

"Hey, the Demonic Sword Thousand Blades?"

Fu Qingzhou was not afraid at all: "Brother Hua, Brother Zhao, please think about what kind of victory speech you will give after killing him. Otherwise, you will be speechless and lose face."

Hua Wuying smiled faintly.

Zhao Hao was helpless: "No, buddy, why don't you take me with you when you make a plan? What's this? How do you use this ritual sword?"

“Don’t worry about it.”

The one who answered him was Hua Wuying: "The sword itself will tell you."

After saying that, Hua Wuying didn't even wait for Jiang Baichuan to make a move, but drew his sword first!
The sword's light flickered and then faded, like a bright sun that suddenly shone brightly, but then disappeared in an instant, along with Hua Wuying's figure.

In just a split second of light and darkness, he teleported to Jiang Baichuan's side and stabbed at him with a sword!
At the same time, Fu Qingzhou also untied the longbow on his back and placed the German sword on it.

"It was you who abandoned him and chose me."

He narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Put an end to your own decision."

After saying that, the longbow was pulled into a full moon, and with a bang of the string, the sword of virtue turned into a meteor and whizzed out!

"Oh shit!"

Zhao Hao clenched his sword tightly: "Then kill him, it will be clean once you kill him!"

He no longer cared, holding the ceremonial sword, his body floated up, flew towards Jiang Baichuan like a big bird, and slashed down with the long sword!

Facing three people and three swords, Jiang Baichuan's expression remained gloomy.

He simply waved his arm lightly, drawing the millions of sword blades.

……

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A series of screams rang out, as a large group of people were blown away by Huijue's casual sleeve.

Some of those with lower cultivation levels vomited a lot of blood after landing on the spot. The blood was even mixed with fragments of internal organs, and it was obvious that they were about to die.

Even the stronger ones fell to the ground, rolling around holding their wounds, obviously seriously injured. After only a short fight, most of the people in the martial arts world had lost their passion and gradually retreated, and some cowards even ran away.

This Huijue... is too strong, unbelievably strong!

Even though he was besieged by more than a dozen cave-heaven warriors and bombarded by countless people from the martial arts world, he still stood firm.

The strongest points of Jinchan Temple are body training and illusion.

But for some reason, Huijue didn't seem to use much illusion this time, but only used his own body to fight.

Compared with the magnificent Buddhist spells that could easily cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split apart before, this time, apart from using the golden Buddha shadow to block others from rescuing Fu Qingzhou, he seemed to no longer use any spells.

But it was not until he really gave up his magic that everyone realized the level of his body training!

when!
Huijue raised his hand and caught the sword that Jingming Zhenren stabbed at him with his bare palm. No blood flowed out of his palm, and there was even a sound of metal clashing.

Master Jingming's pupils condensed, his true energy circulated, and white ink began to spread on the sword - Qingxu Sword Art!

But Huijue was not panicked at all. The ink in his hands did not dissipate at all.

"The sword techniques performed by the Buddha's sword are stronger than yours."

Huijue smiled at Master Jingming, and his five fingers bloomed like lotus flowers.

As a result, the sword was shattered in an instant, and the Qingxu Sword Technique's meaning was like a flame encountering water, and it shrank in horror.

This power that was about to be released also shocked Master Jingming so much that he vomited a mouthful of blood mist and flew backwards.

In fact, Huijue is not as calm as he looks.

Despite being besieged by more than a dozen cave-sky warriors, he still suffered serious injuries.

Of course, those swords did not have the power of the divine sword. The wounds left on his body healed in the blink of an eye, but his face became paler and paler, and the light on his white robes became dimmer and dimmer.

One could even see with the naked eye that his face, which was originally as smooth and tender as a child's, now had some wrinkles that indicated age.

But in contrast, there were those strong men who were beaten to pieces by him.

Zhenren Jingming was not the first powerful Cave Heaven Realm expert to be shocked to the point of vomiting blood by Huijue.

All those old acquaintances fell down not far away, covered in blood, and tried hard to get up.

"Namo the Buddha of a Hundred Disasters."

Huijue smiled and clasped his hands together: "Everyone, now... can you listen to my lecture?"

As he spoke, the huge golden Buddha shadow behind him began to turn blood red little by little. Tears of blood flowed from the Buddha's eyes. The Buddhist beads in the Buddha's hands turned into a huge skull. An unimaginable majestic and eerie aura spread out and began to drill into everyone's heart.

Just then, a light laugh was heard not far away.

"Master Huijue, you are dying, right?"

Huijue frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

Among the crowd, he saw Master Baihe, who had just been injured by him, slowly getting up.

Her hair was disheveled, blood was on the corners of her mouth, and the whisk in her hand had exploded, leaving only a broken handle.

But her slightly bloodshot eyes were filled with wild excitement!
"We had a fight not long ago."

She grinned and said, "We didn't have time to decide the winner that time - this time, I'm going to show you something fun."

As he spoke, Master Baihe threw away the broken handle of the whisk in his hand, raised his right hand to the sky and raised a finger.

Huijue was startled, then realized something and his expression immediately became serious.

He stretched out his right hand and shook it towards Master Baihe from a distance.

The huge golden Buddha figure responded to his action, moved with a loud bang, and stretched out a hand to grab Master Baihe!

But at this moment, a bright light suddenly appeared in the clear sky!
The bright light was like a pillar, as if it was cast down from the ninth heaven, like a thunderbolt yet silent and without any trace, like a candle flame yet extremely fierce, it directly blasted the outstretched hand of the golden Buddha figure into dust and ashes!
But this terrifying beam of light hit Master Baihe without causing any harm to her.

On the contrary, after touching Baihe Zhenren, they were extremely gentle, circling around her hair, along her skin, and seeping into her body little by little!
"Zi Su..."

Huijue's expression finally became completely serious: "The power of the mysterious star."

(End of this chapter)