I was framed, but I suppressed the whole sect

"Damn it!"

Seeing the sword spirit transforming into a sword and killing him, Sheng Xingchen's face became extremely ugly.

Saint Xingchen also has some understanding of the sword spirit of the Star Palace.

Even one of Sheng Xingchen's plans was to subdue the sword spirit, control the Daluo Immortal Sword, and obtain the invincible sword art of the Daluo Heaven's number one sword immortal. But who would have thought that before Sheng Xingchen took action, the sword spirit of the Daluo Immortal Sword suddenly awakened and wanted to kill him directly.

"Holy Star Body!"

"boom."

At the moment when the Daluo Immortal Sword was about to kill him, the Holy Star activated the Star Holy Body, and the vision of the Holy Body appeared.

Behind the Holy Star was a silver sea of stars that seemed to have no end, with starlight scattered all over the sky.

Above the Holy Star's head was an incomparably huge silver moon, with the pressure of the galaxy stretching across all directions.

At the same time, a shadow appeared in the starlight behind Holy Star.

No one noticed this phantom.

The sword beams that fell from the sky seemed to be imprisoned. Even the sword spirit of the Daluo Immortal Sword that was killing the Holy Star seemed to be trapped in a swamp.

The original sword spirit would not be so weak.

However, under the backlash of the Dao Oath, the sword spirit's current power is less than one millionth of its peak state, and is suppressed by Saint Xingchen's minor saint body.

The current Holy Star's combat power cannot be measured by realm because of his holy body.

"Ok?"

“Is this the power of the Holy Body?”

Nan Yuyan looked at the scene in front of her, a trace of horror in her eyes.

"Submit?"

Sheng Xingchen stared at the sword spirit of the Daluo Immortal Sword in front of him and threatened.

"Surrender, I surrender!"

The sword spirit's answer shocked Sheng Xingchen, and he even doubted whether the sword spirit in front of him was the sword spirit of the Daluo Immortal Sword.

Is the spirit of the Daluo Immortal Sword so unbearable?

Nan Yuyan, who was resisting the sect protection sword formation in the distance, was stunned.

Sheng Xingchen released the restraining force and was about to capture the sword spirit, but at this moment, the sword spirit, which had already expressed its surrender, suddenly had a surge of energy and stabbed directly at Sheng Xingchen's heart.

At this moment, the power unleashed by the sword spirit of the Daluo Immortal Sword reached a suffocating level.

"Get out of the way."

In the distance, Nan Yuyan growled, her face pale.

No one knew what the sword spirit did, but it burst out with the aura of a holy realm.

Damn.

In the shadow of the starlight behind Holy Star, the phantom also looked ugly and activated a small tower.

The moment the small tower appeared, time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Sheng Xingchen took the opportunity to twist his body and avoid the fatal sword. However, the sword still broke through Sheng Xingchen's holy body and pierced Sheng Xingchen's chest.

However, Holy Star's heart was not hurt.

This sword made Sheng Xingchen walk on the edge of hell. However, before Sheng Xingchen had time to catch his breath, the shadow behind him spoke again, "Be careful."

The sword spirit came back and killed Saint Xingchen from behind.

This time, Sheng Xingchen did not panic. He activated the power of time in the small tower and tried to imprison the sword spirit.

However, Sheng Xingchen's plan failed.

At the moment when Holy Star controlled the small tower to try to imprison the sword spirit, the trajectory that was originally heading towards Holy Star suddenly changed, and the sword light split into three.

One continued to stab towards the Holy Star.

The two changed direction and fled into the distance.

"Click."

The sword light that pierced towards the Holy Star was directly shattered by the attack of the Holy Star.

"Don't even think about leaving."

Seeing this, Sheng Xingchen thought that the sword spirit was deliberately creating a maze in an attempt to escape.

Even the shadow behind Sheng Xingchen and Nan Yuyan felt the same way.

"Xingchen, you block one, and I, the master, block one. You must not let the sword spirit escape."

Nan Yuyan warned and rushed to block one of them.

Upon seeing this, Sheng Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief and immediately chased after the remaining one.

This is the sword spirit of the Daluo Immortal Sword. Once it is subdued, it will be an unimaginable help to Holy Star in the future.

However, at the moment when Sheng Xingchen moved, the sword light that had just been shattered suddenly reunited and stabbed towards Sheng Xingchen's lower body.

Sheng Xingchen let out a shrill scream, looked at the bloody area beneath him, and fainted.

"Asshole."

The shadow behind Sheng Xingchen wanted to chase the fleeing sword spirit, but Nan Yuyan flew over at a high speed, so he had to give up.

She couldn't let Nan Yuyan find out.

The sword spirit also seized this opportunity and succeeded.

The Star Palace no longer had its former grandeur and majesty. Mountains collapsed, palaces turned into ruins, and tens of thousands of disciples died.

Yundi City.

Fang Yun, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, and his terrifying soul power turned into an illusory big hand and grabbed.

Fang Yun held an illusory sword tightly.

"Ok?"

"Isn't this the Daluo Immortal Sword?"

Fang Yun thought he had seen it wrong, but soon, the illusory Daluo Immortal Sword in front of him continued to send goodwill, and after he woke up completely, Fang Yun was sure that the thing in front of him was the Daluo Immortal Sword.

However, the sword body of the Daluo Immortal Sword has been destroyed, and even the sword spirit has been severely damaged and cannot manifest itself.

It can only maintain the appearance of Daluo Immortal Sword.

It was trembling slightly in Fang Yun's hand, constantly conveying goodwill. Fang Yun did not understand it at first, but soon Fang Yun realized that the Daluo Immortal Sword was about to recognize its master.

"I'm sorry, I've been expelled from Xinggong and I don't want to have anything to do with Xinggong anymore."

Fang Yun directly rejected the goodwill of Daluo Immortal Sword.

"Ok?"

"This is……"

"This is the ancient sword spirit!"

A figure appeared beside Fang Yun, it was Long Jun. Long Jun stared at the sword spirit in front of him with wide eyes, and when he saw Fang Yun's refusal, his face was full of disbelief.

"This sword spirit must contain the ancient sword heritage. Why do you refuse it?"

Long Jun looked at Fang Yun in confusion, his eyes full of envy.

"No reason."

"unnecessary."

"You go."

"Go find a master that suits you." After Fang Yun explained, he looked at the sword spirit that was still begging in front of him and decisively refused.

Fang Yun's refusal made the sword spirit of Daluo Immortal Sword so anxious that it manifested itself, but the consumption was too great and it was almost transparent.

"Fang Yun, it's me."

"I am the spirit of the ancient Daluo Sword Immortal, Bai Wei. I hold the invincible swordsmanship inheritance of the ancient Daluotian's number one swordsman. I have always been choosing the successor of the swordsman, and you are the successor I, Bai Wei, have chosen."

"In ancient times, the name of the Daluo Sword Immortal was well-known to everyone. His legacy..."

"But he is dead!" Fang Yun interrupted the sword spirit directly.

"That's because the enemy is too strong..." the sword spirit explained quickly.

"No, your master is too weak." Fang Yun interrupted the sword spirit again.

As soon as these words came out, the sword spirit immediately exploded, "He is just a Qi-refining cultivator from the lower realm, and you say my master is too weak?"

"If he is really invincible in swordsmanship, how could he die?" Fang Yun asked, staring at the sword spirit.

The sword spirit stopped talking for a moment.

His eyes were full of anger and he was about to lose his temper.

Fang Yun didn't wait for the sword spirit to get angry, and said, "Don't question my words. I'm really not interested in your master's swordsmanship."

"Okay, I'm going to bed."

"Don't bother me."

"I don't specialize in swordsmanship."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yun fell asleep, leaving the sword spirit aside.