Chapter 475: Battle with the Heavenly Monarch (2)
A group of Jianmen disciples vomited blood, and some of them could not even stand in the air and fell into the lake in a very embarrassing manner.
Han Yuweng looked at Hu Tianjun in horror. He closed his lips tightly, but blood could not be controlled and spurted out from the gap between his lips... The harder he pursed his lips, the blood turned into thin blades, and spurted out far away with a "hissing" sound.
Among Wutong Sou's disciples, Han Yu Weng is one of the two or three with the strongest cultivation. He has already glimpsed a little bit of the mystery of the realm of heaven and man. He has an extremely solid foundation and strong background.
Even so, he couldn't see clearly how Hu Tianjun made his move, whether he used supernatural powers or magic weapons, and only then did he destroy so many Jianmen disciples' flying swords in an instant.
The blood was still gushing out.
The flying sword that Han Yuweng destroyed was his natal flying sword that he had been refining for thousands of years. This sword itself was a sword embryo of an acquired spiritual treasure that was nurtured in the earth lung furnace of Jiancheng. After thousands of years of hard work and nurturing with his soul, essence and blood day and night, the quality has been improved by several levels. Among the acquired spiritual treasures, the quality is definitely top-notch!
In the past, how many defensive treasures had Han Yue Weng's natal flying sword pierced through, how many defensive spells had been torn apart, how many protective talismans had been smashed, and how many monks had been killed?
But today, it was smashed to pieces by Hu Tianjun.
This is the problem with sword cultivators. Their innate flying sword is extremely powerful... but most sword cultivators only have one flying sword on them. This flying sword is almost equivalent to their clone. The better it is refined, the more serious the damage will be once it is destroyed.
Han Yuweng finally couldn't hold his lips together anymore. He opened his mouth slightly and a large amount of blood mixed with a few tiny pieces of internal organs spurted out. His body swayed, and blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes and nostrils.
"you……"
Han Yuweng stared at Hu Tianjun intently. His aura fluctuated violently for a while, and slowly, bit by bit, and very firmly declined from the ultimate perfection state of illuminating the void to the late stage of Ning Dao Fruit.
"It's dangerous for little kids to play with swords." Hu Tianjun put his hands behind his back and looked at Han Yuweng calmly: "You are not qualified to talk to me... Take these little minions and get out of here."
Hu Ping shouted in the air: "Dad, you are so powerful, Dad, you are so awesome! Dad, kill them for me, kill them... They cut me, they cut me... Look, there is still blood in my crotch!"
"Don't let them go! Kill these bastards!"
"Pah, pah, pah." Sharp cold lights flashed in the sky. The moment their flying swords were shattered, more than a sent out warning letters.
In the sky, several old men in long robes with wide sleeves and tall crowns on their heads were rapidly approaching this side on the floating clouds. More than a dozen giant floating warships began to accelerate, and several warships separated to the left and right, and were coming to encircle this side.
On a floating mountain, cold lights flickered, and sword lights quickly outlined a huge sword formation around the mountain. The chilly air came straight over from nearly a hundred miles away, and deep, thin sword marks appeared on the lake again.
Hu Tianjun snorted coldly. Behind him, the old boatman standing at the stern slowly raised his head and said sinisterly: "The current owner of the studio is doing things here. Fellow Taoists who have nothing to do with this, please don't come and take advantage of the fun... Hehe, it will kill people!"
Several old men with eerie auras in the sky were stunned for a moment, then they immediately pressed down the clouds and stopped in the air without moving.
Judging from the noise, was there a conflict between the Shadow Studio and the Sword Sect disciples?
Well, that has nothing to do with them.
They came to the Sword Washing Pool because of the case in which the entire Wanhua Sect disappeared, along with a large number of elite disciples from various major sects... They gathered here, not to help escort the Sword Sect disciples.
Did the people from Jianmen provoke these murderous guys from the photo studio?
Alas, these disciples of Jianmen are accustomed to drawing their swords and killing each other at the slightest disagreement. Killer against killer, there is no need for them to get involved in this good show.
Most of the dozen flying boats and warships in the air stopped, and only four warships suddenly descended and continued to rush towards this side with murderous intent.
On the floating mountain controlled by the Jianmen disciples, thousands of Jianmen disciples in white clothes turned into long rainbows and soared into the sky, forming a formation and rushing towards the small sampan.
The title of the studio owner is very scary.
But in the hearts of these Jianmen disciples, the title of the owner of the photo studio is not scary enough!
For thirty thousand years, Jianmen has been the absolute number one , surpassing many other sects. In the hearts of every Jianmen disciple, there is a sense of pride, or arrogance, of "fearing neither heaven nor earth"!
The sword light was so fast that it reached overhead in a breath at a distance of only a hundred miles.
Thousands of Jianmen disciples formed a sword formation, and the sharp sword intent crushed down. In the sword formation, a middle-aged man looked at Han Yuweng who was spitting out blood and screamed in shock: "Uncle Master, what are you doing..."
The middle-aged man looked at Han Yuweng, then at Hu Tianjun standing on the small sampan, gritted his teeth, his face darkened, and shouted sternly: "Set up the formation, kill him!"
No matter who you are, if you provoke Jianmen, you will be killed with one sword!
For thirty thousand years, this has become the standard operation for Jianmen disciples when they travel outside.
With the support of Jianmen, which has the supreme status in Yuanlingtian, the disciples of Jianmen act directly and efficiently.
No matter who you are, it’s just a matter of one sword!
In the sword formation, the disciples of the Jianmen Sect who were lined up in the array all circulated their sword energy, and rays of cold light rapidly surged along mysterious trajectories. In an instant, the sword intent and sword light of thousands of people condensed into one, turning into a black and white sword light that was several miles long and slashed down head-on.
Hu Ping was so frightened that he screamed: "Dad, help, help!"
Then, Hu Ping screamed: "Watch your target, hit my dad, don't hit me too... I'm injured like this, I'm completely harmless to you!"
Hu Tianjun was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
'Kill my dad'?
These words are truly... only something worse than an animal can say such things!
"Illusionary Floating Two-Yin Sword Formation." Hu Tianjun sneered sinisterly: "This sword formation is good, but if you want to deal with me, you little brats still lack some skills."
He raised his right hand, and the beautifully polished palm, which looked like it was carved from white jade, suddenly turned pitch black. Wisps of thin black smoke continued to spew out from his palm, and Hu Tianjun's right hand suddenly gave people an extremely terrifying sense of shock.
Looking at his dark palm, it was as if I had suddenly experienced the most horrible nightmare in broad daylight. It was as if all the incredible and horrible scenes I had seen in the nightmare were reappearing in front of me at the same time.
Han Yuweng and dozens of Jianmen disciples whose flying swords were shattered were closest to Hu Tianjun, and they could see the dark palm most clearly. The more so, the more they could see the most subtle palm lines and the smallest fingerprints on his palm... and the wisps of twisting, wriggling, and rising black smoke.
Their souls were almost completely swallowed up by this palm.
Extreme fear arose from his heart, Han Yu Weng suddenly roared, and a shocking sword intent suddenly swirled in his body, fiercely slashing at his own soul. Two streams of blood spurted out of Han Yue Weng's ears, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Don't look at his hand!"
The black and white sword light slashed down.
Hu Tianjun's dark palm gently slapped the sword light.
A terrifying cry was heard, and the several-mile-long sword light was shattered, and thousands of Jianmen disciples who were lined up in battle array vomited blood.
There was no sign of damage to their clothes on their chests, but a pitch-black palm print had silently appeared on the heart of each of them.
The palm print sank three inches into the flesh and blood, even shattering their ribs.
Wisps of black mist rose from the palm print, devouring their flesh and blood bit by bit, and dissolving their magic power bit by bit. Thousands of Sword Sect disciples felt extreme pain at the same time. Countless illusions appeared before their eyes, their hearts twitched violently, and their bodies felt limp and powerless.
The sword formation collapsed, and thousands of Sword Sect disciples trembled all over and fell from the air with pale faces.
Their natal flying swords let out mournful sounds and circled rapidly around their masters, flying around like a group of headless flies, constantly making a 'buzzing' sound.
Hu Tianjun waved his dark palm lightly, and with a crisp sound of "clang clang", thousands of flying swords exploded into pieces.
As a result, thousands of Jianmen disciples who had been severely injured vomited blood again, rolled their eyes, twitched, and fainted. Black smoke continued to come out of their chests, and the flesh, blood, and magic power in their chests were constantly being devoured by the black palm print, and the area of the black palm print was rapidly expanding.
"Pah pah pah pah pah", hundreds of sharp cold rays exploded in the sky.
On the floating mountain, in the four flying warships piloted by the Sword Sect disciples, many Sword Sect disciples sent out urgent letters asking for help.
All of a sudden, countless sword lights were seen flying up into the sky from the direction of Jiancheng. In the direction of Huiyanlin, there were also many sword lights flying into the sky, rushing towards this side with murderous intent.
Hu Ping screamed at the top of his lungs: "Dad, you are awesome, you are great... Dad, quickly put me down, quickly put me down... Hey, Dad, you are so great, I will invite you to Canhua Tower for a drink when we get back, I tell you, the madam of Canhua Tower, that waist, that look, hey, you must try it... It's so delicious!"
Hu Tianjun's pitch-black right palm twitched violently. He looked deeply at Hu Ping, seriously considering whether he should just kill the beast with one palm!
An extremely powerful sword light came rushing from the direction of Huiyanlin.
In the sword light, a large number of runes kept splashing and lighting up, and there were constant roars of fire and lightning all the way. It was obvious that some kind of void-shifting sword rune was used to achieve such a terrifying speed.
The sword light wrapped around a large pleasure boat, and in a few breaths, it rushed to the nearby waters.
The sword light faded, and the huge pleasure boat landed heavily on the water. Bai Yuan roared in frustration, "This is Jianmen's territory. Who dares to cause trouble here? Tell me your name, who dares to die? I, Bai Yuan, have said that I will kill everyone in your family!"
