Chaotic Sword God

"Hehehe, little Jianxin, this time you are finished."

Nanming Yuyan let out a happy laugh. Although she was seriously injured at the moment, compared with the current situation of the ancestor Jianxin, this injury is really nothing.

"Nanming Swift, do you think you can kill me like this? You underestimate me, don't you?" Patriarch Jianxin said in a low voice, his aura was rapidly decaying, and the power of the curse was rapidly spreading in his body.

The bright sword light has enveloped him, and he is resisting with all his strength with the power of the law of the sword and the power of his majestic cultivation.

At the same time, another force of law suddenly appeared, that is the law of killing.

The law of the sword and the law of killing formed two completely different brilliance to surround the ancestor Jianxin.

Finally, under the full resistance of the ancestor Jianxin, the curse law stopped spreading and was temporarily contained.

"Hehehe, of course my sister knows that you have both the two laws, and you can't kill you with just a little power of the curse after a long time of washing. But Xiao Jianxin, if you want to destroy you, you don't have to kill you. You get killed."

Nanming Swift regained her adult form, her injuries were rapidly healing, her beautiful big eyes stared at Patriarch Jianxin with a little bit of excitement, and her voice was crisp and clear: "Just like you are now, being cursed by the Supreme Master The law is entangled, and you must go all out and use all your strength to suppress the spread of the curse law. How can you fight against people like this? How can you practice?"

Patriarch Jianxin was silent for a while, he knew what Nanming Yuyan said was the truth, with his half-step eighth-level strength, it was impossible to kill him with only a much weakened Taizun's curse.

But the existence of the power of the curse also restricted him. Before the power of the curse was resolved, not only could he not do anything, but he also couldn't practice. He could only maintain this state forever.

And this ray of curse from the Taizun, because it involves too high a level, unless it is a Taizun who has comprehended the law of curse to the extreme, it is extremely difficult to resolve it.

"Little Jianxin, from now on, you should stay in Wanjian Immortal Sect to spend your old age in peace, and stop jumping around in the fairy world." Dozens of plumes and feathers gathered here one after another, and in a moment, they re-formed a small red umbrella in the hands of Nanming Swift.

Aside from the dull color caused by excessive energy consumption, the small umbrella itself has not been damaged in the slightest.

"You spent so much money to hurt this old man just to prevent this old man from supporting Zixiao Sword Sect?" Patriarch Jianxin said in a deep voice.

"It's not enough for me to pay such a high price for a down-and-out sect in the sunset. After all, the ancestor Lingyu, which contains the power of the Taizun's curse, is also very precious to our clan."

"The reason why I use this thing is because of you. Your progress is too fast. You used to be my junior, and you existed like an ant in my eyes. But now, you are the latecomer, and you have grown to such an amazing level. I'm already invincible, if I continue to let it go, then one day in the future, wouldn't you become the second Heavenly Emperor of the Wanjian Immortal Sect?" Nanming Swift said it openly without hiding it.

"It is enough for the Wanjian Immortal Sect to have a Jianming Emperor. If there is another Jianxin Heavenly Emperor in the future, wouldn't the two Heavenly Emperors be able to compete with my Suzaku Royal Family?"

At this time, all the injuries on Nanming Yuyan's body had recovered, she ignored the ugly-faced Patriarch Jianxin, but turned around and left, and a light word came into the ears of the seven Patriarchs of the Giant Elephant Sect: "Return Let’s celebrate the heavens, do what you want to do, and go back to your sect after you’re done, to find the murderer who destroyed your sect.”

Hearing this, the seven patriarchs of the Giant Elephant Immortal Sect all showed joy, and the next moment, the figures of the seven of them disappeared.

After Nanming Yuyan and the seven ancestors of the Giant Elephant Sect left, among the many immortals who were watching the battle in the distance, several figures came out and came to the ancestor Jianxin within a few steps.

The lord of Qingtian City, Jiang Pingtian, the deputy lord of the city, Huo Dezhenren, and Lu Wuwu are among them.

"Jian Xin, the power of the curse on your body is extremely difficult to dispel. You Wanjian Xianzong may find it difficult to solve it. Why don't I take you to the Daoyuan and let the old dean think of a way." Lu Wuwu stared at the sword The curse on Patriarch Xin's face was full of worry.

"The Suzaku clan is really too ruthless. Their holy beast clan is already so powerful, why do they use such means to suppress fellow swordsman?" Daoist Huode looked at the ancestor Jianxin who was full of black energy, He shook his head vigorously.

The several great immortals gathered near the ancestor Jianxin also sent out concerned greetings.

Patriarch Jianxin's face was expressionless, black textures appeared on his face, and the breath of curse power permeated the air, causing the space around him to dry up.

"I won't be going to the Daoyuan for the time being. It's just a pity, Zixiao Sword Sect, the old man has no ability to continue guarding." The ancestor Jianxin let out a sigh. At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength. , with a sense of dejection, then turned and left without looking back, and disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​stars in a few flashes.

Although Patriarch Jianxin couldn't use his cultivation anymore, he was still a strong man of the half-step Eighth Heaven Realm. He traveled very fast and returned to Wanjian Immortal Sect very soon.

The sect of Wanjian Xianzong is not located in the Thirty-Three Heavens Realm, but in an unknown sea of ​​stars, on a huge sword floating in the void.

This divine sword is a supreme divine weapon, but at this moment, it has turned into a huge sword-shaped land, giving birth to all living beings.

"Jianshin, you're back!"

As soon as he returned to the Wanjian Immortal Sect, an energetic voice echoed in the ears of Patriarch Jianxin, and the calm words were filled with supreme majesty.

"Brother, I'm useless!" Patriarch Jianxin's mood fell instantly, with a dejected look on his face.

"I can't stop you from fighting Nanming Yuyan, because not only the Suzaku clan, but also the one from the Qinglong clan is watching secretly, so since you are determined to stand up for the Zixiao Sword Sect, you can escape this calamity." No." The majestic voice came again.

"Jian Xin, you should also let go of your obsession and ignore the matter of Zixiao Sword Sect, because the matter of Zixiao Sword Sect is no longer something that our Wanjian Immortal Sect can decide."

"You have been in seclusion for many years, and the news has been blocked. There is one more thing that you probably don't know. The group of Zixiao Sword Sect disciples who joined the Daowei family back then have now established another sect outside with the support of the Daowei family. The name remains the same. It's called Zixiao Sword Sect."

"What? There is such a thing?" Patriarch Jianxin's face changed slightly.

"The Immortal Venerable of the Six Paths of Reincarnation encountered a dangerous situation, narrowly escaped death, and the fate of the Zixiao Sword Sect is now in the mind of the Daowei family." The voice came again.

Patriarch Jianxin remained silent on the spot, with an uncertain expression on his face.

At this time, a sword qi cut down from the void, and the black feather stabbed in the heart of the ancestor Jianxin, which could not be pulled out, instantly turned into a mass of ashes in front of this sword qi.

Only Suzaku's feathers were cut off, but the curse power that had already invaded the body of the ancestor Jian Xin still existed.

"Jian Xin, you are the Nine Suns Sword Body, which is rare throughout the ages, and the ancestral blood in your body is also extremely strong, so the power of the curse entangled in you may be difficult for others to resolve, but for you, it is both a disaster and a blessing. The final result depends on your luck.”