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Chapter 274 Killing Demons Today, Fellow Daoists, Come and Watch

"Your Majesty said that as long as you shout a signal for a cloud-piercing arrow, you don't need to worry about the rest, even if the sky falls."

The leading tauren looked relaxed, raised his head, and looked towards the sky.

In the battle group, those arrogances of all races who came to besieged also slowly turned their heads.

A chilling air suddenly spread from the sky.

"warehouse--"

The piercing sound of the sword whistling made all the practitioners under the Dao Monarch frown.

"warehouse--"

The sword screamed like waves, and the clear sword light directly dyed the whole world into ice cold.

"A cloud-piercing arrow—"

Between heaven and earth, there was a light voice.

"Thousands of troops—"

"warehouse--"

There are no thousands of troops.

There are only tens of thousands of sword lights!

"The Sword Alliance came as promised——"

Thousands of sword lights turned into sword cultivators in gray outfits, standing in the void, and the sword energy was exhausted.

The sword light transformed into an array, dividing the battlefield into two.

The sharp sword light pierced people's faces with pain.

"Chu Liuyun!"

"It's the Sword Alliance!"

"These tauren, why do they have anything to do with sword cultivators?"

The Tianjiao of Hundred Clans retreated quickly, looking at the sword cultivators in the sky, their expressions changed.

The world's number one sword cultivator, and these stupid tauren, have nothing to do with each other...

"Canglang—"

An extremely bright sword light cut the sky in half, and a tall and straight young Taoist stepped forward.

"Lu Wensheng, disciple of Tianshi Palace, pay homage to Patriarch Ziyun!"

Disciple of Tianshi Palace!

Taoist Ziyun looked up, with a look of surprise on his face.

Lu Wensheng, among the low-ranking disciples back then, was quite progressive.

However, the sword cultivator in front of him with such a strong sword energy is really Lu Wensheng from Tianshi Palace?

"The sword repair of the sixth level of Daojun!"

"The sword energy is so fierce,

I'm afraid that the emperor can protect himself in front of him! "

"Fortunately, there is only one, if there is another sword repairer like this, today—"

"warehouse--"

A ray of sword light cut through the void and appeared directly in the battle group.

"Bai Ke, disciple of Tianshi Palace, pay homage to the ancestor!"

Bai Ke!

Patriarch Ziyun looked at the somewhat familiar face, and was a little dazed for a while.

Is this the outstanding young man among the three generations of disciples back then?

How dare he recognize the appearance of the sword qi Ling Xiao now...

"Another daoist six-ply sword cultivator!"

Outside the battle group, everyone exclaimed.

Two six heavy sword cultivators, the emperor can fight!

Tens of thousands of sword repairmen formed a sword array, protecting Taoist Ziyun and the others in the middle.

Bai Ke and Lu Wensheng stepped forward and bowed to Taoist Ziyun: "This disciple is ordered by the master to protect the ancestor!"

Seeing the respectful expressions of the two, Wang Zishen, who was following Taoist Ziyun, looked at Taoist Ziyun enviously.

This attitude does not seem to be fake.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in a hundred years. You have grown to such an extent."

Taoist Ziyun stretched out his hands to help the two of them up, and then sighed: "Tianshigong, it depends on elite juniors like you to have hope..."

Hearing Taoist Ziyun's words, Bai Ke and Lu Wensheng had complex expressions on their faces.

"Old Ancestor, I'm ashamed to be praised so much..." Bai Ke shook his head.

"Hey, I'm not an elite..." Lu Wensheng also said with a depressed face.

Taoist Ziyun smiled lightly and patted the two men's arms.

This Xu Cheng boy is good at everything, but he is too humble to teach everyone in Tianshi Palace.

He found out the last time he returned to Tianshi Palace.

This is not acceptable.

A disciple of Tianshi Palace must have the arrogance to overwhelm the world!

Bai Ke and Lu Wensheng looked at each other and took a step forward.

"Senior brother Chu, please escort my patriarch to leave."

Lu Wensheng bowed to Chu Liuyun and those sword cultivators, and then stood where he was.

Chu Liuyun nodded, and the sword formation behind him turned into a huge sword light mill, protecting Taoist Ziyun and retreating.

Holding the sword in his hand, Bai Ke raised his eyes to look at the countless arrogances of hundreds of clans in front of him.

This is the overwhelming pressure that has been placed on all the disciples of Tianshi Palace for a hundred years.

On the battlefield of hundreds of clans, all living beings are the prey of these arrogants.

I, the Heavenly Master Palace behind me, are just prey.

Just that cold credit.

Bai Ke stepped forward step by step, and the sword energy on his body condensed into a thousand-foot sword light.

For the past hundred years, everyone's efforts have been aimed at surviving on the battlefield of hundreds of clans.

Every time I swing my sword, I want to survive in today's situation.

In Tianshi Palace, everyone dared to be lazy.

The teacher in charge of the heavenly master forcibly emptied most of the Bailing Dayu.

All for today!

Bai Ke felt his blood boil, and the sword light above his head instantly turned into blood!

"Bai Ke of Tianshi Palace is here, who will come to fight—"

The sword light of thousands of feet condensed into substance, and a trembling sound resounded thousands of miles away!

"Sword lunatic..."

Someone stepped back unconsciously.

"This guy, I'm afraid he wants to use us to sharpen his sword?" A foreigner in three-color armor gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Who is coming to fight?"

"Come to fight—"

In front of Bai Ke, no one was willing to make a move.

Jianxiu, those are all lunatics.

Seeing Bai Ke frightening countless alien talents with one sword, Ziyun Taoist showed a hint of relief on his face.

Tianshi Palace, there is a successor...

"Since you don't come, let's see how this sword will do!"

There was no response to the three calls, Bai Ke shouted loudly, raised his hand, and the sword light above his head slammed down with a scream!

"boom--"

"Cloud and Thunder Falling to the Sky Art—"

With endless coercion, Jian Guang shrouded thousands of Tianjiao in front of him.

"Fuck, I can't escape!"

"Locked! Can only fight hard—"

"If you don't want to die, do your best!"

Under the sword light, all kinds of spells and magic skills rushed towards the sword light above their heads with halos.

"boom--"

For thousands of miles, the void exploded into shattered cavities.

One after another figure was swallowed by the void.

Others turned into beams of light and dissipated in place.

"Happy, come again—"

"Swinging Clouds Empty Slash!"

Bai Ke roared wildly, and slashed the sword in his hand with a roar.

"I can't stop it!" Under the light of the sword, those arrogant arrogances all turned pale.

"escape--"

With a blow of the sword, more beams of light rose.

Bai Ke took one sword at a time, each blow brought out many pillars of light.

More Tianjiao didn't dare to go forward any more, and started to flee.

"A group of trash." In the distant sky, a tall foreign race wearing a brocade robe shouted, and his figure flickered.

It's just that when the figure moved, it didn't move forward, but retreated extremely fast.

"Emperor Realm?" A green robe stood where the alien race stood before.

"I can't see, you Shamo clan, this time it's a waste of money."

After being called to reveal his identity, the Shamo alien emperor-level master no longer hid himself, and the strong devilish energy shot up from his body.

"That's right, in this way, it's interesting to kill!"

The green-robed Taoist laughed, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and a beam of sword light instantly appeared above the head of the evil spirit.

"Stab—"

A Zhang-long spatial crack appeared above the Shamo alien race's head.

"You are Qing Yunjian, Yuan Siyuan?"

The Shamo alien dodged with all his strength, moved ten feet away, then stared at the green-robed Taoist who drew his sword, and let out a low voice.

"Haha, you know? That's better."

Yuan Siyuan laughed loudly, and the sword light on his body directly pierced the sky.

Monarch!

Sword Emperor!

"Yuan Siyuan from Tianshi Palace is here today to slay demons, fellow Taoists, come and watch—"