Sword Slaying The Heavens

At this moment, in the sword mound of Chengxianzong, countless sharp swords that once fought in the world of cultivating immortals are buried now, some are cut off at the waist, some are corroded, and some are rusty, all scattered here In the cave.

At this time, a cloudy wind blew past Chen Fan with an endless aura of a hero's doom.

These are a group of dead swords, but their unwillingness and anger have been preserved and buried in the sword mound, which cannot be dissipated.

Chen Fan stood at the entrance of the Sword Tomb, his face was solemn, and there was a trace of terrible anger in his eyes.

Because right in front of him, the Wu Ya Sword was sealed on the sword platform in the center of the Sword Tomb, bound tightly by nine ice soul iron cables, and the sword was already rusted and covered in dust for too long. The sharpness and righteousness of Wu Yajian.

Boom——!

At this time, the sword platform suddenly shook violently, Wu Yajian seemed to have sensed something and was awakening.

Chen Fan opened his eyes slightly, and he found that there seemed to be something missing on the hilt of the Wu Ya Sword.

"That jade bead!" He was startled, the jade bead that was inlaid in the groove back then was gone, and the hilt of the sword was empty and covered with rust.

"Master of Immortal Palace, is a Wuya Sword worth your treatment?" Chen Fan said coldly to himself, his voice was icy cold, one could imagine the anger in his heart at this time.

The sharp sword that he forged with his own hands and contained countless blood essence was suppressed here. He was baptized by the death breath of countless dead swords every day, and was even fed with the flesh and blood of monks.

"Is this trying to turn you into a magic sword?" Chen Fan looked at Wu Yajian and said in a deep voice.

boom--!

All of a sudden, the sword platform was shaken, and it was instantly covered with countless cracks. The Wuya Sword swayed wildly, almost affecting the entire sword mound.

It woke up and sensed Chen Fan's aura, the aura of its master.

"Don't worry, I'm here to rescue you." Chen Fan stepped forward, a trace of gentleness surged from his soul, and turned into a raised hand, stroking the Wu Ya Sword.

At the same time, outside the sword mound.

Several Jindan elders who guarded the formation were also startled by the loud noise, but they were not too surprised, as if they had seen such a movement before.

"Is the sacrificial array opened so soon? Hehe,

But this time, the movement of the fierce sword was not small, much more violent than before, it seemed that he was angry. "Elder Han sneered.

"It's not like being angry. It should be excited when it sees that the sacrificial food is in the golden elixir stage." Another elder shook his head.

"I said that the great elder was worrying too much. The fierce sword was so excited that the little beast would die." Elder Han shook his head and chuckled, and continued to sit cross-legged outside the stone gate.

At this moment, Chen Fan has already approached Wu Yajian, looking at the sword platform with countless cracks, and the extremely strong nine ice soul iron chains.

"The sword platform and the iron rope cloth formed a square, no wonder you have been unable to break free." Chen Fan stretched out his hand, stroked the hilt of the sharp sword, and clearly felt the excitement and joy coming from the sharp sword.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this person, hundreds of years have passed, but when we meet now, it’s still the feeling of being one with the sword, but... the current Wuya Sword is much stronger, showing its sharpness, with strong The thick blood is more terrifying than a white bone sword.

"For hundreds of years, what have you experienced, did the master of the Immortal Palace take you to a blood sacrifice?" Chen Fan frowned in a low voice.

"Buzz!"

The sharp sword trembled slightly, making a sharp sword cry, as if telling Chen Fan something.

And Chen Fan stroked the hilt of the sword lightly, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I will take you step by step to kill the upper realm, step on the master of the fairy palace, and make the decision for you. Now, I will help you break the seal first, let You came back to light."

After the words fell, a majestic burst of true energy erupted from Chen Fan's palm, and he tightly grasped the hilt of the Wuya Sword. The true essence poured in continuously, and the sound of the sword's sound became more piercing and sharp at this moment.

Wu Yajian received his master's true energy, and with the help of this sharp sword, he frantically broke free from the sword platform and the nine ice chains.

boom--!

But at this moment, a light curtain suddenly flashed in the sword mound, and immediately the countless broken swords on the ground flew into the air, and a chilling intent appeared, enveloping Chen Fan.

This is the large sacrificial formation, which has been fully activated at this moment. The formation combined with these death swords, coupled with the inexplicable aura, began to gather together one after another, and it was going to become a terrifying killing formation.

Wu Yajian paused slightly, and seemed to realize that someone actually wanted to sacrifice its master to be devoured. This is not only a treasonous thing, but also a kind of humiliation, which made it furious!

A terrifying chill emanated from its sword body, and in just an instant, it suppressed the aura in the sword mound. Thousands of dead swords bowed down and kowtowed to Wu Yajian.

The Wuya Sword at this moment is like an angry supreme king, commanding everything in the Sword Tomb.

Chen Fan's heart shuddered. After hundreds of years, the Wuya Sword had reached such a high level. It must have experienced a powerful fortune.

However, outside the sword mound at this time, six Jindan elders guarded the formation at the same time, completely controlling the sacrifice formation. After the sword formation was activated, they all showed a smile on their faces.

"Successful, this kid is destined to perish!" An elder grinned grinningly.

"Once the sacrificial formation is activated, thousands of dead swords in the sword mound will attack, not to mention that fierce sword as the leader. This sword mound alone is already a great foundation of my immortal sect. Do you little bastards really think that Wan Jianzong can be compared with Chengxianzong?" Elder Han also sneered and shook his head.

"boom--!"

At this moment, the entire sword mound suddenly shook, and the figures of the six elders also swayed suddenly. They were affected, and a terrible anger came out from the sword mound.

The six elders changed their colors at the same time, and one of them frowned and said, "What's going on? Why did this fierce sword suddenly get angry?"

"Hmph, it must be that little beast trying to resist and angered it. This time, even if the strong man behind him comes, he can't save him. That fierce sword is so terrifying that even the suzerain is afraid." Elder Han smiled ferociously. , I feel very relieved.

Hum——!

An ear-piercing sword cry suddenly penetrated the sword mound, broke the restriction of the sword mound, and screamed from it.

The six elders were taken aback by the sudden movement, and they couldn't react at all. In just a moment, the terrifying sound of the sword's sound directly broke through their eardrums, and all six of them were bleeding from both ears.

"Not good, stabilize the formation quickly." Elder Han's complexion changed drastically, and all the majestic true energy in his body poured out.

The same is true for the other five people, frantically inputting their true energy to maintain the stability of the formation and restriction!

After a few breaths, the sound of sword sounds gradually subsided, and the restraint returned to normal. Several people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and immediately looked at each other, completely unaware of what happened just now.

"Zheng!"

At this moment, a crisp sound came from the sword mound, and the six people heard it clearly. It was the sound of a sharp sword being pulled out.