The fake prince was exposed at the beginning, and I took office as emperor on the spot

Chapter 81 Thunder from the sky and fire from the earth

This is the moment Gu Fangchen has been waiting for.

These Sword Pavilion disciples were all martial arts practitioners, so their spiritual awareness was not sharp and they did not notice that someone was following them.

But he still had the eighth-grade divine cultivation, and he had already discovered the presence of this group of people on the road.

It was obvious that these people had not taken any action because they had the same purpose as him, which was to use Jiange to find Gu Lianxian's location.

Gu Fangchen judged that the overall strength of this group of people was slightly higher than that of Qiu He and his companions, but their aura was rather mixed, so they must be several groups of people who had temporarily joined together.

Almost four days have passed since he released the news.

After so many days, the battle royale has finally come to a conclusion. Those who can survive until now must be masters with outstanding strength.

The purpose of not pointing it out is to let the two sides fight.

The Sword Pavilion disciples led by Qiu He must form a sword formation to be strong enough to fight against these people.

If they are scattered, they will be defeated one by one.

In this emergency situation, Qiu He must have subconsciously not dared to let Qi Linghua break out alone out of selfish motives.

Because the highest level of cultivation here is only the sixth level.

And they all knew that there was a fifth-grade master in the stone forest who was hunting down Gu Lianxian, but this person had not appeared yet.

Obviously, that person is the real backup, waiting for them to break through and rescue Gu Lianxian.

On the way here, Jiange and his group had already encountered several attacks. Their strength was not at its peak, so Qiu He naturally would not let Qi Linghua take the risk.

At this moment, only Gu Fangchen has the ability to fight against the fifth-grade master!

Gu Fangchen nodded to Qiu He, who immediately took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, threw the positioning copper coin over, and shouted:

"Change the formation! Cover the Taoist priest's breakout!"

The others worked in perfect harmony, immediately changing the sword formation and trying their best to clear a gap large enough to break through the encirclement.

Gu Fangchen turned around and stepped on a stone pillar to avoid a sword energy. He bent his knees to use the force to leap up, and in the blink of an eye he rushed out several feet.

With a "bang", he stepped on the huge stone pillar and created a deep pit, with broken stones and dust flying everywhere.

One of the sixth-grade cultivators had his pupils constricted and said in a cold voice, "Where are you going?"

He flew up quickly and caught up.

However, just as he caught up and was about to swing his sword, he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Gu Fangchen turned around and took a step back. He stretched out his right hand and pulled it back hard, but the purple electric light wrapped around his arm appeared with a "sizzle".

This ray of lightning extended straight to the neck of the sixth-grade cultivator, wrapped around it tightly, and pinched into his flesh.

At the end, it was wrapped around the stone pillar on the other side where Gu Fangchen had used his leverage.

"Thousand Tribulations Silk"!
Gu Fangchen grinned, and spiritual patterns appeared on his body. All the spiritual energy that had been accumulated for a long time was channeled into the fine threads woven from a thousand heavenly tribulations.

The power of heavenly tribulation plus the energy of burning destruction!
"This move is called—Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire!"

The sixth-rank expert's face, which had turned red from being strangled, suddenly changed. He found that he could not cut the "Thousand Tribulations Silk", so he immediately summoned all the spiritual energy in his body to protect himself, trying to resist.

However, he really underestimated the power of this thing.

Gu Fangchen contained a trace of spiritual energy with the power of burning, and when it came into contact with the lightning on the Thousand Tribulations Silk, they immediately reacted violently with each other.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, shocking everyone.

The flames and lightning in the center intertwined, and suddenly a huge cloud of flames rose up. The ground shattered with a bang, and an invisible shock wave spread out, blowing away several people nearby.

Not only were those people blown away, but their skin and even their bodies exploded continuously because they were contaminated by the burning energy.

Those with weaker cultivation had their internal organs turned into a pool of mud, vomited large amounts of blood, and died on the spot.

Qiu He's pupils constricted. He had never expected that the strength of this "non-Taoist" could be so terrifying!

This has completely exceeded the scope of the general sixth rank.

Moreover, the silk thread containing lightning that he had just used was also extremely extraordinary.

He murmured:

"No wonder... such a fine sword is given away so casually!"

Everyone looked towards the center of the explosion. Gu Fangchen had disappeared. Meanwhile, the sixth-rank expert's entire head and half of his body had been blown off... leaving only half of his body still standing.

But the reason he was able to stand still was not because his body was strong.

It was because this half of his body had already turned into a piece of charcoal...

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts and couldn't help swallowing.

In an instant, the faces of those who were originally going to chase Gu Fangchen changed, and they all stopped and chose to turn back to deal with other people.

Anyway, it's the same if I catch someone alive and ask them...

After a fight, the sword formation finally couldn't hold up, and everyone dispersed and fled into the stone forest.

Xu Zhenguan had the weakest cultivation base, and even though he had a first-rate sword, it was of limited help, and he was chased and fled in a panic.

Fortunately, because his cultivation was weak, the opponent only sent out a seventh-grade cultivator to chase him.

It's more like a game than a chase.

The seventh-grade cultivator strolled leisurely like a cat playing with a mouse, with a playful smile in his eyes, and approached step by step.

No matter how Xu Zhenguan tried to escape, he always kept the same distance.

His eyes fell on the sword in Xu Zhenguan's hand and he smiled:
"The sword is good, but the person is not. It's really a waste of talent."

Xu Zhenguan held the sword tightly in his hand, and even though the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted, he gritted his teeth and dragged his body to continue running.

This was the first time... someone recognized him as a swordsman and gave him such a sword.

Even if he dies, he will never hand it over!

"boom!"

The seventh-rank man kicked Xu Zhenguan to the ground, kicked the "First Rank" out of his hand, and was about to stab his throat with the sword, but suddenly he froze, looked down, and saw the tip of the sword protruding from his chest.

Xu Zhenguan was stunned and quickly got up. He saw three senior brothers from Jiange standing behind the man.

He breathed a sigh of relief and saluted quickly:

"Senior brothers!"

The three Sword Pavilion disciples looked at each other, and the leader pulled out the sword from the seventh-grade disciple, then slowly raised it and pointed it at Xu Zhenguan.

Xu Zhenguan's pupils shrank when he saw the other two Jiange disciples picked up the "First-rate" and looked at it carefully, marveling at it.

"It's really a good sword!"

The Sword Pavilion disciple laughed and said:
"Thank you, Junior Brother Xu, for your filial piety."

Xu Zhenguan understood immediately, his chest heaving violently, a cold light flashing in his eyes, but in the end he lowered his head and said dejectedly:
"Thank you, brothers, for your help..."

He smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that fate really didn't exist at all.

Xu Zhenguan staggered to his feet and raised his head, only to see a face without facial features suddenly emerging from the gaps between the grass and trees on the stone pillar.

He was suddenly horrified.

Although Xu Zhenguan was just a menial disciple, he recognized it. It was the symbol of the "Candle-Cut Ghost" of the "Death" sect under the Demon Cult!

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he saw a flash of cold light.

The heads of the three brothers rolled down and landed beside his hands, with blood splattering all over him.

With a "clang", "First-class" fell to the ground.

The "Candle-Cutter Ghost" flashed before him, stretched out his hand and lifted up the head of the leading Sword Pavilion disciple. His face transformed into that of the Sword Pavilion disciple, and he frowned.
"It's not Gu Fangchen."

He threw the head aside, picked up the "First Rank", looked at Xu Zhenguan, and asked in a cold voice:
"Where did you get this sword?"

Xu Zhenguan was in a trance for a moment. In that split second, he became calmer than ever before. He heard himself say:
"Someone, someone gave it to this senior brother..."

"Where is that man?"

Xu Zhenguan pointed his finger:
"He left earlier, heading that way."

The direction it pointed to was completely opposite to the direction Gu Fangchen left.

The "Candle-Cut Ghost" put away the "First Stream", and a group of faceless people appeared behind him. They reached out and grabbed Xu Zhenguan and flew away.

"lead the way!"

(End of this chapter)