Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

He patted the toad's head gently, and the toad opened its mouth wide and swallowed the whip in Wang Kui's hand.

This scene made Dao Huang completely relieved. Although he lost an opportunity, at least the variables in the battle were reduced.

Dao Huang and Jin Buhuan swung their swords again and attacked Jian Di.

Without Chengfeng's support, the Sword Emperor was fighting alone and the situation was precarious.

After ten moves, the Sword Emperor's left shoulder was cut by the Sword Emperor's Heaven-Slaying Sword, and blood was dripping, with the bones vaguely visible.

"Master, be careful!"

Chengfeng felt distressed when watching this scene. He struggled to get up, but found that his whole body was weak. He could only watch his master get hurt while he was powerless to do anything.

"Let my master go, come at me if you can."

Chengfeng's angry roar echoed in the courtyard.

Mo Chen and Jin Buhuan ignored him and continued to strike with their swords as fast as rain and wind. The sky full of sword lights continued to pour down towards Xuanjizi's body.

After fighting for another ten rounds, Xuanjizi was stabbed in the thigh again.

He knelt on one leg, but remained stubborn.

"Old man, I never thought you would have this day!"

The Sword Emperor's resentful voice echoed around, cold and merciless.

Xuanjizi said nothing, but suddenly shook his hand, and the Qingmang Sword hummed in the air, the sound was like a phoenix cry in the sky, tearing the sky apart.

Rays of sword light shot out like rainbows shining in the sun.

The sword energy around Xuanjizi rose up, and a murderous aura enveloped the surroundings, much stronger than before.

In an instant, a gorgeous green rainbow flashed by.

"Pfft-"

The Qingmang Sword had pierced through Jin Buhuan's throat.

The fishy blood instantly gushed out from the throat, like a bright red blood rain.

Jin Buhuan's sallow face was distorted rapidly.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his eyeballs bulged, and bright red blood kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth.

"Pfft!"

Jin Buhuan knelt on the ground, leaning on his sword with both hands.

Until his death, he would not believe that this old man could kill him at the end of his strength.

He didn't want to die. He was still young and didn't want to fall down like this.

His reputation is still spreading throughout the world.

Once upon a time, people were trembling with fear wherever he went and worshipped him as a god.

He enjoyed the feeling of being superior, but was everything over in just one year?

He was afraid, but he was still unwilling to give in. He still wanted to live and enjoy the glory and honor.

But it was too late, his throat was gurgling.

His eyes were closed and his head was tilted limply to one side.

He was unwilling to give up and refused to fall down until his death.

He knelt there with his hands on the knife, like a frozen stone statue.

The air around seemed to be frozen, only Jin Buhuan's bright red blood was still flowing slowly.

Dao Huang ignored his disciple and he was also seriously injured.

Xuanjizi's powerful blow just now had cut off his left arm, and the entire arm fell to the ground.

However, he saw the hope of victory, and he knew that it was the last gasp of the Sword Emperor.

It is also Xuanjizi's strongest attack. Daohuang understands the principle of rise and fall.

At that moment that decided life and death, the eyes of Sword Emperor Mo Chen were like ice, condensing more than fifty years of hatred and desire.

Every movement he made revealed his determination.

“Harmony between man and nature”

This is not only the name of a move, but also a cry from the depths of his soul and the final struggle against fate.

As he swung the knife, a strong wind suddenly arose, dust flew, and the whole courtyard seemed to be caught in a small storm.

A miniature white vortex spun in the air, releasing energy that made people feel suffocated.

Mo Chen's figure was looming in the vortex, his face was distorted, and the flame of revenge was flashing in his eyes.

The vortex stopped and everything returned to calm.

"Dang!" A crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.

"Plop!" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard soon after.

The vortex dissipated, and Xuanjizi's Qingmang sword lay powerlessly on the ground.

He himself had been ruthlessly split into two by the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The scene was horrifying and unbearable to watch.

Mo Chen held the knife in one hand and howled towards the sky, his voice filled with relief and sadness.

He had endured for too long for this moment.

During those years, the hatred of having my father killed, the hatred of having my wife taken away, the pain of having my faction destroyed, every scar was deeply engraved in my heart.

He was once a prominent figure in the martial arts world, looking down on the world and admired by everyone.

But all of this was destroyed by that man.

He was forced to endure humiliation, lost his dignity, and even the courage to live.

Now, everything was over, and his enemies finally fell under his feet.

However, at this moment, Mo Chen felt unprecedented emptiness and loss.

Where is his most beloved woman, Li Ziyan? Is she still alive after all these years?

This question was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

Mo Chen put down the long sword in his hand and walked towards Xuanjizi's room with heavy steps.

"Master!"

Chengfeng's screams echoed in the air, his eyes widened, filled with disbelief and grief.

Xuanjizi's miserable condition almost made him collapse.

Anger and sadness intertwined, Chengfeng wanted to rush forward and fight with Mo Chen, but found that he could not move.

He could only helplessly look at the remains of his master, the grief and anger in his heart surging like a tide.

"Boy, where is your master's wife?"

Mo Chen suddenly appeared and walked over, his voice low and majestic.

Mo Chen searched all the rooms around him, but still found no trace of Li Ziyan.

His feelings towards Li Ziyan had never changed. He was still deeply in love with her and could not forget her.

Until now, he still didn't know that Li Ziyan wished that all the people in Mo Tian Pavilion would die.

He didn't even know that Li Ziyan, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world at the time, was the daughter of Li Mingde, the leader of the Tianyun Sect.

More than eighty members of the Tianyun Sect, including the sect leader Li Mingde and his wife, were wiped out overnight by Mo Tian Pavilion leader Mo Ran, Dao Huang's father.

Of course, Mo Chen and Li Zi Yan were very young when this tragedy happened.

This blood feud is something that Li Ziyan can never forget.

When she grows up, she wants revenge.

But it is extremely difficult to kill Mo Ran. His son Mo Chen is even better than his father, becoming a genius and being honored as the Sword King.

There was no other way, Li Zi Yan had to get close to Dao Huang, become his fiancée, and wait for an opportunity to assassinate Mo Ran.

But her skills were too weak and she failed after trying several times.

When she was about to collapse, Xuanjizi suddenly appeared, swept across the martial arts world, and was honored as the Sword Emperor.

Li Zi Yan and Sword Emperor met in the bamboo forest.

The Sword Emperor was trying to reach the supreme realm in the forest and became possessed. He was saved by Li Ziyan using a rare old mountain ginseng.

The fate of the two was thus established.

Everything Xuanjizi did was because of her, which was a huge irony.

Chengfeng didn't know Xuanjizi's past, and even if he knew, he would not tell the enemy who killed his master.

Facing Dao Huang's questioning, Cheng Feng's heart was burning with anger, it seemed as if a wild beast was roaring in his chest, and the blood in his body was boiling.

An old illness suddenly flared up.

The pain came like a tide, and Chengfeng was unable to relieve it through strenuous exercise as usual.

His body was blocked by a mysterious force from the old man riding the toad, and he could only vent his inner pain through crazy roars, completely ignoring Mo Chen's questioning.

Mo Chen didn't know about Cheng Feng's old illness.

At this moment, his face was as gloomy as water and his voice was cold.

"Boy! I'm asking you a question, do you hear me?"

Chengfeng was still immersed in his own world and turned a deaf ear to his words.

Mo Chen's anger was ignited.

His eyes widened and his tone was threatening.

"Boy! If you don't speak, do you believe I will kill you right now?"

Chengfeng responded to the threat by spitting and remained silent.

"you dare……"

Mo Chen dodged the spit and picked up the Zhan Tian Sword on the ground. The blade shone brightly and he was about to chop it down.