Xuanxia

Chapter 800 Internal strife (Part )

The sword of virtue pierced deeply into Huijue's chest, and blood flowed out of the wound, dripping down.

Where the sword pierced, there was no longer the protection of the plain white Buddhist robe.

The Buddha's robe...I don't know where it went.

Huijue's expression did not change much. After a brief pause, he slowly said, "Buddhist, I am here to take you..."

puff!

Fu Qingzhou didn't even wait for him to finish his words before he suddenly pulled out his sword and at the same time moved his body and quickly retreated!

It’s because... Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizheng, who were just thrown away, have come again.

Their target this time is not Fu Qingzhou, but Huijue!

The sword of wisdom and the sword of benevolence stabbed from behind Huijue, pointing straight at the back of his head.

Not only the two of them, but also King Xishuo.

After the white mist began to dissipate, King Xishuo finally ended his stalemate with Zhao Yuan. After a moment's silence, he swung his ceremonial sword and charged towards Huijue.

When Zhao Yuan saw King Xishuo leaving, he just smiled coldly, then took a few steps back and disappeared into the white mist.

Fu Qingzhou, who had just taken a few steps back, suddenly felt a bad wind behind him. He was startled and subconsciously turned around, overlapping the sheaths of the De Sword and the Wang Sword in front of him to block. Then, he was hit by a huge force!
It’s Jiang Baichuan.

In the blink of an eye, he flashed behind Fu Qingzhou and stabbed him with a sword!
With a ding sound, the tip of the sword pierced the scabbard of the King Sword.

The enormous force was enough to shatter all the bones of the weak Fu Qingzhou, but this force was instantly dissolved and absorbed by the scabbard, just like the white mist.

Fu Qingzhou stood there without moving, not even taking a step.

His pupils condensed, and he swung the German sword forward with his backhand!

A thunderous sound was heard, and when the sword was chopped down, a purple lightning-like blade light was raised, as if the god was furious!
This is not swordsmanship, it's knife skills.

The fourth style of the Mingwang Sword, the Great Power and Sin-eliminating Sword!

What’s more important is…some of the remaining power of the immortal thunder still remains in the sword of virtue!

Jiang Baichuan had a solemn expression. He was so seriously injured and poisoned that he didn't dare to resist directly.

With a slash of the sword, the clothes were torn apart and the blade was shattered into powder in an instant. The sword light wrapped in immortal thunder also directly split the ground and buildings behind the platform. A small building behind the meeting hall was immediately split in the middle and collapsed with a loud bang!

Jiang Baichuan dodged the sword. He dropped his clothes and sword and dodged a few steps away. A piece of flesh was cut off his cheek and a deep wound appeared on his shoulder that could see the bone.

"Are you coming again?"

Fu Qingzhou panted, slowly stood up, and looked at the other person coldly.

Jiang Baichuan stretched out his hand and grabbed a long sword in the air, and held it in his hand.

"Relying on external things is ultimately a trivial path."

He said calmly: "Fu Qingzhou, it will be difficult for you to achieve great things."

Fu Qingzhou sneered: "That sounds good, but you can suppress your realm to the same level as mine, and then we can fight again?"

"Useless nonsense." Jiang Baichuan shook his head and raised his sword.

Fu Qingzhou took a deep breath, put away his smile, and tightly grasped the scabbard of the King Sword.

At the same time, King Xishuo, Lan Xiyu and Yuan Zizheng, with their three swords, also fought with Huijue.

King Xishuo was obviously a man of great accomplishment, and the ceremonial sword in his hand could actually exert powerful force. With one swing of the sword, he was able to cut out thousands of white lines around Huijue, which were like cages, trapping him tightly.

Lan Xiyu's sword of wisdom mostly targets flaws and weaknesses. She moves around Huijue, slashing out with the sword of wisdom continuously. Each stab is like a dragonfly skimming the water, drawing a puff of blood.

Yuan Zizheng's benevolent sword performed the most mediocrely at this time. He did not know martial arts and did not dare to get close. He could only control the flying sword from a dozen steps away, cutting around Huijue continuously.

Huijue unexpectedly...did not resist.

His condition was very strange.

After experiencing the previous series of battles, he was already very weak and tired, and he was stabbed by De Jian, so he exuded a weak aura; but at this moment, he put his hands together again, and his skin all over his body had turned into golden light. Those attacks that hit him only made bursts of sounds of metal colliding.

It seems that even with the power of the Eight Kingly Swords, they can't hurt him at all!

"Your Majesty."

Huijue said softly, "We agreed not to kill Buddhist disciples."

"If you have the ability to capture him, it's up to you."

King Xishuo said calmly: "But now that it has come to this, you have tried to stop me, so I have no choice but to kill you." Huijue sighed deeply.

"Your Highness, are you going to use this humble monk as a favor to the people of this world?" he asked.

King Xishuo smiled slightly: "Master, you are indeed smart - it's a pity that your previous plans were actually very good, especially the one in Southern Xinjiang."

"If you had succeeded that time, I could have united the forces of Southern Xinjiang. What a pity..."

As he spoke, he swung his sword again, and thousands of thin lines appeared around Huijue again, cutting towards him and leaving shallow marks on his golden body.

"Master, it's useless. I know you have a way to save your life, but what can you do if you just save your life?"

King Xishuo continued, "For the sake of my lord and my cause, you should sacrifice yourself for the last time... Anyway, you have sworn an oath and cannot attack me, right? You have been badly injured recently. You can't fight again in this battle, right? It's hard for you to even walk, right? You can only admit it..."

At this time, some voices were faintly heard behind them.

"Disperse! Disperse!"

"The fog has finally cleared!"

"What on earth is this fog? What happened? Are Jiang Baichuan and the others dead?"

"Quick, go and have a look!"

King Xishuo's pupils condensed.

This white mist was finally being absorbed by the scabbard in Fu Qingzhou's hand...

Not only that, it started raining at some point.

The place was covered with white fog just now, even the wind and rain were blocked, and only now were the raindrops drifting into the crowd.

Then, King Xishuo changed the subject and shouted, "Evil monk Huijue, prepare to die!"

……

The fog finally dissipated.

The rain fell suddenly.

Master Baihe looked at the gradually fading fog around him in amazement, his heart pounding.

She had never imagined that there would be such a strange thing.

Breaking through Xuanxing was something she had planned for a long time - as early as several months ago, she had already touched the edge of Xuanxing, but she had always suppressed her plan and had not yet made a breakthrough, just wanting to wait until the Xuanmeng ceremony to make a grand and stunning debut.

As it turned out, the effect was quite good... but still a little worse than she expected.

But no matter what, after breaking through Xuanxing, she finally became one of the world's top strong people!
But she didn't expect that she would encounter this white fog just after arriving in Xuanxing.

During this long period of time, Master Baihe had gone through several psychological changes:
What kind of magic is this? Do you want to trap me?

This evil fog is quite extraordinary. It should be the enemy's trump card and must be broken carefully.

What on earth is this? Why are all my methods useless?

This is impossible. It is harmless to humans and it is not an illusion. How is it possible that we cannot break out of it?

What level of realm does one have to be able to create such white fog? If he attacks me now, won’t I, Bai He, die here?
...Fortunately, the fog finally dissipated after a while.

Listening to the noisy voices of the people around her, Master Baihe finally calmed down a little. She forced herself to remain calm and looked towards the platform.

I saw King Xishuo, Lan Xiyu, and Yuan Zizhen surrounding Huijue and constantly drawing their swords... Hey, how did the ritual sword end up in King Xishuo's hands? Where's Zhao Hao?
Uh... Zhao Hao was supporting the unconscious Hua Wuying and stumbling towards the edge of the platform, avoiding the aftermath of the battle.

The aftermath did not come from Huijue and the others.

But it was Fu Qingzhou and Jiang Baichuan!
Fu Qingzhou didn't know when a scabbard appeared in his hand. He held the scabbard in one hand and the sword in the other. Every time he swung the sword, he could unleash a terrifying power that actually forced Jiang Baichuan to stay away!
I don't know how many buildings behind Xuanmeng Square were destroyed by him, as if they had been plowed through by thousands of troops.

"Go, go, go and help!"

Beside him, Wu Yue shouted loudly and rushed forward first.

The other Cave Heaven Realm experts also responded and rushed forward.

Master Baihe was silent for a moment, let out a long breath, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and also rushed forward to kill.

The crowd rushed towards the platform, but at this moment a voice suddenly rang out!
"Wait a minute!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that it was Ning Wushu who had stood on top of a tall flagpole in the square at some point in time.

In the wind and rain, she looked solemn and said in a cold voice: "The person who just helped release the white smoke and mist in the crowd... stand up yourself, don't wait for me to catch you!"

(End of this chapter)