Meng 49 sword

If it is said that Chen Boyan's Wan Jian Gui Zong is better than his special physique, and he is born to be able to control Wan Jian, then Xue Manshan's Wan Jian Gui Zong is better than decades of hard work, better than his profound cultivation base and A deep understanding of the way of the sword.

Even a genius like Chen Boyan dare not say that he can beat his master in this move.

Countless swords, broken, intact, blood-stained, and as cold as frost, were all aroused by Xue Manshan, densely scattered all over the sky, like a huge sword mound.

Looking at the sharp swords hanging high above their heads, no matter whether they were monsters or monks, they all felt a chill rising from their spines.

"Scatter!" The cultivators scattered in all directions, like sparks of a huge firework that gradually exploded, and in the blink of an eye, they raised their swords to the top of the sword mound.However, the monsters didn't have such a means. They rushed on instinct one after another, and some of them were even trying to cross Wufeng Ridge.

"Stop them!" Qing Gu rushed past Dai Xiaoshan, who was already seriously injured, and led Jiange disciples to protect this side of Wufengling.

Tu Youqi followed closely behind, and almost at the same time he stopped a monster, the boundless sword mound fell in the air, covering the entire area south of Wufengling like a heavy rain, killing the monster and screaming again and again.

Thousands of swords blared!

"Roar—" A high-pitched and shrill scream pierced the sky, and countless swords not only slaughtered monsters, but also forcibly razed Wufengling to the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The broken sword shattered into cold light fragments when it fell to the ground, and the impact force it erupted at that moment was no less than that of an ordinary monk's full blow.And just fell from the sky, how many swords are there?

Looking at the devastated scene in front of him, Tu Youqi felt his scalp tingle for a moment.Everyone in the world said that the Jiange disciples were not as good as the previous ones, especially the pavilion masters of this generation, who were too mediocre and made little achievements.

Even a Jiange disciple like Tu Youqiong sometimes feels that his pavilion master is indeed too ordinary, and he is always in seclusion. Apart from his overly serious expression, he can't see anything else.Moreover, since he took over the position of Pavilion Master, Jiange's overall style of conduct has gradually become low-key, and has no longer been as brilliant as it used to be.

It wasn't until this moment that Tu Youqiong really realized how powerful Xue Manshan was.

And in the eyes of all Jiange disciples surprised and astonished, those swords that were still intact after falling to the ground flew tremblingly like Xue Manshan again.

The number of swords gathered this time is far less than the first time, but this is the second time that Wan Jian returns to the sect!

It has been more than a thousand years since the Jiange sect was established, but it has never been heard of anyone who can perform the second Wanjian Guizong in such a short period of time. It may even be said that the move of Wanjian Guizong just now has not yet been completed. !

"God..."

"Governor Xue has such supernatural power!"

The monks and rogue cultivators of other sects were all amazed, but the monsters had already been killed by a round of sword rain, and they all fled in panic when they saw the second round of sword rain was about to hit.

The setting sun is like blood, and the sunset glow shines on the blade of the sword, and the swords fall like blood.

The blood drops pierced the dead leaves, pierced the flying smoke, and continued to harvest the lives of monsters mercilessly and spectacularly, bringing up clusters of real blood drops, intertwined with each other, and building a real blood-colored world.

Xue Manshan hung high in the air from the beginning to the end, without any unnecessary movement, without any unnecessary expression, looking at everything below with neither joy nor sadness, like a peerless magic weapon that has already come out of its body.

Countless swords could not withstand the second impact, and died together with the monsters.But with a slight movement of his fingers, the only remaining swords that were still in good condition began to respond for the third time.

They were summoned to Xue Manshan again, and when he pointed his long sword straight at it, they crashed down again!

Three consecutive sword rains made the earth tremble.Wufengling was not only razed to the ground, but even a tiankeng of different depths was dug out, which reminds people of the potholes all over the secret realm, among which there may be the handwriting of the ancestor of Jiange.

The hearts of the monks were also shocked. They never thought that they would see such a shocking scene here.

"Kill!" It was Qing Gu who was the first to react. At this time, the three sword rains had stopped, and the monster was weakening. If you don't kill now, when will it be!

The Jiange disciples were roared by this beautiful voice, as if waking up from a dream, they quickly raised their swords to follow.

The rest of the monks were not to be outdone. They had just witnessed such a feast of swords and seen Xue Manshan's divine power, and there was a force in their chest that they didn't know how to vent.

Don't hesitate, kill it!

The setting sun completely fell into the distant mountains, and the deep night barely gave everyone any time to breathe, so they lowered their heads.However, the forest to the north of Wufengling was still raging with fire, and the flames illuminated everyone's faces red, and also covered the earth with a splendid coat.

Xue Manshan fell from mid-air, lightly like a crane on a lonely mountain.

But the feathers of this lone mountain crane were also stained with blood, and his face was also full of solemnity.Returning Wanjian to the sect three times in a row was really a bit reluctant for him. He made such a feat, but he also paid an equally huge price.

Some things, I'm afraid you can only do it once in a lifetime.Although a little regretful, it is enough.

But he needs to do something before it's all over.

Thinking of this, Xue Manshan raised his energy and concentrated his mind, piercing the ground under his feet with a sword, pouring all the energy in his body into it.

In an instant, countless transparent flickering sword fences rose from the ground, replacing the original position of Wufeng Ridge, blocking the monsters that were still rushing from afar.

After everything was done, Xue Manshan sat cross-legged on the ground as if a little tired.

One person with one sword, guarding the long sword fence, although there is frost and snow between the eyebrows, the back is still straight.

"Pavilion Master!" Tu Youqiong killed Xue Manshan, and was about to ask him where his master was, but Xue Manshan asked him back: "Have you figured it out? What is Crazy Sword?"

"I..." Tu Youqiong still couldn't answer.

Xue Manshan didn't urge him, and let the sad and angry monsters rush over from a distance, hitting his sword fence hysterically, and he said leisurely like a breeze blowing on his face: "Crazy sword, it's not the sword that's crazy, but your heart. "

"My heart?" Tu Youqiong was stunned.

"How do you understand the word madness? What kind of sword is your madness sword? Madness does not mean being disorderly or insane, but that you can do whatever you want..."

Xue Manshan kept talking, Tu Youqiong had never heard him say so many words.But now in such an urgent situation, he babbled on instead, as if he wanted to break everything apart and tell him as much as he could.

"Pavilion Master..." Tu Youqi suddenly felt worried.

"Listen carefully." Xue Manshan didn't look back once, his eyes were firmly fixed on the monster in front of him, and his tone became more solemn.

"The Jiange will be handed over to you sooner or later."

"This world will sooner or later be your world."

"Remember that there is no real authentic swordsmanship in this world, as long as it suits you, it is authentic."

On the other side, Shenjing two hours ago.

Today's Shenjing is slightly different from the past, and the atmosphere is a little more solemn.The passers-by who came and went were in a hurry, and the common people who were not panicked even when the disaster of monsters and beasts first appeared, showed obvious panic today.

Even Sajin Street, which was the busiest and bustling in the past, is much more depressed.

Among the scattered pedestrians, a few pieces of paper money were blown by the wind and came from nowhere.The yellow paper money fell on the bluestone road, and the two very different colors collided with each other, which hurt everyone's eyes even more.

The patrols of the imperial guards were more diligent than in the past. Entire teams of sergeants walked through the streets and alleys in haste and orderly steps, so that those who were timid only dared to peek through the cracks of the doors.

What happened to Shenjing?

At the well where some common people still gather, gossip is still circulating.

"It is said that the Minister of Rites was also killed! Someone saw the coffin being carried in!"

"Oh my god, Shenjing this, this is going to..."

"Just yesterday, someone went to beat the grievance drum to beg to see His Majesty. It is said that he was stabbed to death in front of the palace gate by the fairy, and the body is still hanging up to now!"

"Which family of immortals is so tyrannical?"

"But it's really possible to make peace with the monsters? I'm afraid the fairy is not angry?"

"..."

"It's the Sword Pavilion of Gushan..."

"I'm telling you quietly, Your Majesty is about to make a big move, and this day is about to change!"

"Didn't the day change early?"

"Didn't there be rumors earlier that the little uncle in Jiange of Gushan is the real reincarnation of the Holy Emperor..."

"..."

Quiet, malicious or worry-filled comments came from every corner of Shenjing, in the Auspicious Inn, in the Baihua Building, and in the mansions of ordinary people and princes and nobles.

At dusk, the rumors changed again.

"It is said that the fairy king of Jiange... wants to dig the imperial tomb!"

"No way, how can this be done?!"

"This matter is absolutely true. Some people have seen the brigade go out of the city with their own eyes..."

"Really, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Even the imperial mausoleum can't be kept, the Great Xia is over, the Great Xia is over!"

"..."

The sound of beating his chest and stamping his feet could not be heard from the high city walls of Shenjing.

Ten miles outside Shenjing City, countless torches snaked out a fire dragon, extending from the majestic gate to the depths of the imperial mausoleum, illuminating the deepest tombstone for Meng Qiqi, Zhao Haiping and Princess Yihe.

This is the tomb of the Holy Emperor Yaoguang.

Not long after Princess Yihe arrived in Shenjing, she looked at the tomb of her ancestors that was about to be dug up, her eyebrows twitched.

Zhao Haiping finally hesitated and said, "Are we really going to dig a grave?"

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry. If something happens, my nephew will take care of it." Meng Qiqi had made up her mind and could not be refuted by anyone.He walked around the circular tomb, and then raised his eyes to look at Yihe.

"What does Her Royal Highness think?"

Yihe asked back: "Are you sure there are clues you want here?"

Meng Qiqi said: "I'm not sure, that's why I dug it up to have a look. But you think, Ji Yuetang has crawled out of the tomb, so there's no reason why Emperor Yaoguang didn't move at all. Even if he can't come back from the dead, Maybe there is something left for us too?"

"He has left no name." Yi He clenched the sword in his hand.

"A sword is just a sword after all, and the most important thing is a person." Meng Qiqi shook his head slowly, "Ji Yuetang has always been in Shenjing, and the defensive array can't kill him, and presumably Wuming can't either. So, we have to find another way. "

After finishing speaking, Meng Qiqi didn't want to say more, waved his sleeves, "Open the coffin!"

The accompanying Xiao Yu'er and Xiao Xiao immediately took a step forward, digging open the tomb without saying a word, revealing the black coffin inside.Meng Qiqi could tell at a glance that this coffin was exactly the same as the one Ji Yuetang slept in.

"Keep driving." Meng Qiqi narrowed her eyes slightly.

Zhao Haiping and Princess Yihe didn't know what was going on in Meng Qiqi's mind, they all stared intently at the slowly opening coffin lid, hoping to see some miracle.

However, there was no miracle, and the shock was not small.

"Why is it empty?!" Yihe was shocked.