Chapter 517: The Beginning of Chaos (1)
Huayu City, East Gate Tower.
Bai Yuan sat on the top floor of the city gate tower, with the doors and windows open. A bronze mirror was suspended in front of him, reflecting what was happening by the Qiuxue River. Of course, there was the scene of the thirteen Fire Crow ancestors attacking frantically and the monks from the Electric Sword Peak rushing to reinforce them.
"Dianjian Peak?" Bai Yuan asked Wu Yunzi who was standing next to him.
"Dianjian Peak is barely considered a legitimate sect among the many sword sects in Yuanlingtian." Wuyunzi said with a hint of disdain, "However, compared with the profound sword tradition of our sect, the swordsmanship of Dianjian Peak can only be described as 'fast', which is somewhat inferior."
Dianjian Peak ranks 55th among the top 100 sects in Yuanlingtian. Among the many sword sects in Yuanlingtian, it is considered to be the strongest sword sect except for Jianmen!
However, perhaps because Jianmen was the only one that dominated the Yuanlingtian sword art, among the top 100 sects in the Yuanlingtian cultivation world, besides Jianmen, there was only Dianjianfeng, a sword art sect. The other small and medium-sized sword art sects were just a few in number, and none of them were significant.
This highlights the special status of Dianjian Peak.
Being able to occupy a place in the top 100 sects outside of Jianmen, Dianjian Peak is still very powerful. If it weren't for the fact that Jianmen was too famous and too many sword-wielding people joined Jianmen, and the number of disciples at Dianjian Peak was relatively small, with the inheritance of Dianjian Peak, it would be no problem for it to rank among the top 30.
Yin Yuan sat beside Bai Yuan, touching her little hand, and said lazily: "No matter where he comes from, he comes to oppose our brothers, it is a capital crime... Xiaobai, I think Dianjian Peak should be closed down. Yuanlingtian, Jianmen is enough, what is this Dianjian Peak... Haha, why keep them?"
Bai Yuan's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Brother Yin is right. The elders should quickly make plans and see how to destroy Dianjian Peak."
Wu Yunzi was stunned, looked at the other elders, smiled bitterly and nodded.
Forget it, let’s just destroy it. The sword-fighting heritage of Dianjian Peak is still quite impressive. After destroying Dianjian Peak, we can also take its classics and enrich Jianmen’s own foundation.
Bai Yuan looked at the image in the bronze mirror and said with a little excitement: "It looks like this is a big show. Brother Zhishen, I wonder if you can hold it together?"
Yin Yuan smiled and said calmly, "Let Brother Lu play for a while. What can they do with a mere Water God Palace? The Miro Cult should be able to suppress them. We should just watch the show from the sidelines. When Brother Lu and his men can no longer suppress them, Xiaobai, you can bring your people to the stage... With the support of your sister-in-law... the Water God Palace can't turn the tables!"
The white turtle smiled so hard that his two rows of white teeth were exposed.
Well, the protagonist naturally appears last... When 'Lu Zhishen' can no longer hold on, the eldest sister-in-law will appear with the reinforcements of Jianmen and blind a group of people's eyes. This will show her ability as the eldest sister-in-law.
Yin Yuan's words really touched her heart!
The thirteen Fire Crow ancestors screamed loudly and began to burn their blood hysterically. They , but raging flames burst out of their bodies again. The color of the flames turned into an almost transparent blue. The temperature of the flames was more than a hundred times higher than the flames released before.
The ice crystals melted rapidly, and the flames madly burned the purple light that Song could not emit, causing large ripples. There was even a faint high temperature seeping in through the purple light, forcing the Miro sect disciples behind Lu Yi and others to retreat continuously.
Song Wufa and Luo Wuji scolded at the same time.
Four more elders of the Miro Sect took action. They did not offer any magic treasures or the like, but simply activated their innate mystical magic, and all kinds of strange phenomena rushed out, covering the vast sky, suppressing the thirteen Fire Crow Ancestors, and gradually draining their blood and energy, wasting their magic power, and crushing their burning feathers into pieces one by one.
Lu Yi let out a long roar and summoned the Xuanyuan Yiqi Taiyue Tower. The Taiyue Tower, emitting yellow light, turned into a giant object ten thousand feet high and crushed down from the sky. An extremely heavy force field imprisoned the thirteen Fire Crow ancestors, and their arrogance was mostly dispelled.
Huo Yun and the other two supreme elders of Fire Crow Valley suddenly changed their expressions.
They stamped their feet fiercely and muttered a few words to Li Guiliu.
Li Guiliu looked at Tie Feiliu of Mingyin Sect, but all the cultivators of Mingyin Sect shook their heads. Tie Feiliu vowed that their skills were in conflict with those of the thirteen Fire Crow Ancestors. Once they started to use their skills, the cold and yin energy would surge, and they might accidentally hurt the thirteen trapped Fire Crow Ancestors.
While they were discussing this, the monks from Dianjian Peak who came to support them had already come out with swords drawn without a word.
Nine elders of Dianjian Peak who were at the Half-step Heaven Realm took the lead, followed by a large group of masters at the Illuminating Void Realm and Condensing Dao Fruit Realm. They formed a sharp sword formation, with strands of cold light condensing out of thin air, locking onto Lu Yi and the others.
The next moment, countless lightning bolts shot up into the sky.
Dianjian Peak is worthy of its name. The sword came out like lightning, and the sword light was like thunderbolt. In an instant, it crossed a thousand miles of void and struck heavily on the purple light released by Song Wufa. The sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard continuously, and Song Wufa's body shook slightly, and blood came out of his seven orifices at the same time.
In an instant, the purple aura endured at least a million sword strikes. The sword art of Dianjian Peak is fast, extremely fast, so fast that you can't react at all. The sword light is like rain, like thunder and lightning, especially the nine half-step heavenly realm elders of Dianjian Peak, who are extremely fierce, and the sword light is extremely fast, and each sword has the power to tear the sky apart.
With a crisp sound, the purple cloud collapsed and Song Wufa spat out a mouthful of blood. He shouted softly and a soft, thin, transparent scarf shining with colorful clouds flew out from his sleeve and turned into a huge bright cloud in a flash to block in front of him.
This is a top-grade defensive spiritual treasure, a good thing from the ninth level of the other shore realm.
Although the monks of Miro Sect have studied the "law" to the extreme and condensed their own mysterious law, they rarely use flying swords, magic talismans, lightning beads, magic treasures and other killing methods. However, this only means that they are too lazy to use them, not that they don't have them!
As a super sect ranked in the top five in terms of comprehensive strength in Yuanlingtian, the Miro Sect has a lot of assets.
Song Wufa's silk scarf, 'Liang Yi Hui Ming Jin Kong Suo Shen Tai Yi Jin Luo', is a magical treasure handed down from the ancestors of the Song family of the Miluo Sect. It has infinite changes and endless magical uses.
The colorful bright clouds spanned the sky, and the colorful rays of light gathered from all directions.
The rays of rosy light condensed into long qi that fluctuated in the air. The soft and erratic rays of rosy light collided with the countless sword lights of Dianjian Peak, and actually made a harsh sound of metal colliding. This seemingly extremely fragile rosy light did not move at all. The life-saving flying swords of many cultivators of Ningdao Fruit and Zhaoxu Realm of Dianjian Peak were actually smashed by the rosy light!
This glow looks domineering and fierce, and its gentleness and etherealness are only its superficial appearance. Its real source is all kinds of innate evil spirits condensed in the void. It gathers infinite evil spirits into one ray, which is extremely heavy, tough, and sharp.
Ordinary cultivators would be reduced to ashes by this glow .
Even the flying swords of the Dianjian Peak monks, which had been nurtured for many years with their own blood, essence, and soul, could not withstand the terrible pressure of the rosy glow and were destroyed in an instant after the slightest touch.
A large group of Dianjian Peak monks vomited blood and flew back, glaring at this side in frustration.
Song couldn't keep calm and took out a big pill and swallowed it. His pale face quickly regained its color. He chuckled and sprayed a breath of vitality on the Taiyi Jinluo. Suddenly, the rosy glow became stronger. Strands of rosy glow wrapped around the thirteen trapped Fire Crow ancestors. Where the rosy glow passed, large pieces of feathers collapsed. The Fire Crow ancestors' body, which was as strong as a diamond, suddenly cracked with huge wounds deep to the bone.
"Go!" Huo Yun and three other Fire Crow Valley elders shouted angrily in frustration.
However, their own cultivation was limited, so they did not dare to come and fight Song Wufa and others. So they whistled and urged countless fire crows to fly into the sky. When these fire crows raised their heads, they sprayed a wisp of their life essence blood from their mouths and injected it into the bodies of the thirteen fire crow ancestors from a distance.
Infused with the essence and blood of countless descendants, the arrogance of the Thirteen Fire Crow Ancestor soared.
With a loud bang, several huge wings slammed into the Taiyue Tower. Lu Yi felt his blood tremble and staggered back two steps. The Taiyue Tower was actually blasted hundreds of miles high by the brute force of several Fire Crow Ancestors, and Lu Yi almost lost contact with the tower spiritually.
The terrifying flames rolled over, and Song Wufa, Luo Wuji, and the other four elders who had taken action shook their bodies and groaned at the same time. Except for Song Wufa's Taiyi Jinluo, which only shook Ji Xia slightly, Luo Wuji and the other four elders' innate profound methods were broken at the same time, and they all vomited blood.
Luo Wuji's face darkened. He casually took out a Qilin paperweight, exhaled a breath of vital energy, and shook his hand to throw the colorful paperweight that looked like it was made of glass away.
A ball of colorful light flashed rapidly, and then there was a "pop" sound. A large pool of blood burst out of the head of an old Fire Crow. It wailed as its skull was cracked by a paperweight and it fell to the ground in a spin.
Luo Wuji pointed his finger, and a streak of blood spurted out from his fingertips and landed on the Qilin paperweight.
The Qilin paperweight let out long roars and turned into colorful flames that rapidly flew up and down, flew up and down, and in the blink of an eye, it bombarded the Fire Crow Ancestor's head frantically for hundreds of times.
There were continuous loud bangs, and the head of the Fire Crow Ancestor was blown to pieces. A ball of fire exploded inside his body, and the earth shook violently. A ball of blue-purple fire cloud rose slowly, and a huge pit with a diameter of one hundred miles and unfathomable depth was burned out in the earth.
Among the thirteen Fire Crow ancestors in the Fire Crow Valley, one died here.
Huo Yuyun and the other two shuddered together, wailing like bereaved parents... The remaining twelve Fire Crow ancestors screamed in unison, then turned around and walked away, never looking at Song Wufa and the others again. One Fire Crow even screamed, "Pay more money, pay more money, or we'll come back and beat you up!"
Song Wubu blew out a breath lightly, and the colorful bright clouds swallowed up and swallowed, wrapping up another Fire Crow Ancestor.
The Taiyi Jinluo closed inwards silently, and the Fire Crow Ancestor suddenly disappeared into smoke, without any trace left.
