Chapter 632

The appearance of this brass sword caused the calm face of the Asura that was blocked outside of the War Hounds Mountain to finally show a clear fluctuation.

He was filled with fear as he took a step back.

As someone who had participated in the attack on the capital five hundred years ago, he had an incomparably deep impression of this sword.

The body defense that a third grade Warrior was so proud of was like a mortal in front of it.

Even the Diamond Body that was even stronger than a third grade Warrior's did not dare say that it could withstand the unparalleled sharpness of this magical weapon.

During the great turmoil of the usurpation, the Asura had seen a fellow disciple being slashed by a prince of the Daibun Dynasty. His body was covered in sword wounds and his internal organs were corroded by sword qi before he finally died.

That fellow disciple was a genuine King Kong.

The scene of a sword appearing in the sky and forcing back the Asura's diamond was interpreted differently in the eyes of the spectators on the three sides.

"What kind of sword is this? It actually scared off the diamond? "

"Is this a matter of the sword? It's because Xu Yinluo is here."

"That's right, the sword is just a normal sword, but the master behind the sword is Xu Yinluo, it must be him. The vice alliance master said that Xu Yinluo will support our Wulin League. "

"He's finally here … …"

The spectators of the Southern Peak did not recognize the Nation Suppressing Sword and did not think that a sword could scare off the Asura's diamond. The one that forced it to retreat was the master behind the sword.

And this master was obviously the Xu Yinluo that the vice alliance master had mentioned.

Xu Yinluo was finally here … … Young master Liu's heart relaxed. The shadow in his heart caused by the lightning pillar had been relieved by a lot.

He could not help looking at Miss Rongrong. He found that her eyes were shining and her face was blushing. It was obvious that she was a young girl in love.

And the Wan Hua Lou female disciples beside her had similar expressions as her, all of them suddenly became excited.

"Master?"

Young master Liu saw his master's serious expression as he stared at the brass sword.

The middle aged swordsman suddenly recovered and said with some doubt:

"That sword gives me a very strange feeling. As for the specifics, I can't describe it. En … … This is a swordsman's self-cultivation."

How come I don't feel it … … Young master Liu suddenly realized:

"No wonder I also have this feeling."

The middle aged swordsman said with relief, "Very good, it seems you have been working hard during this time."

This little bastard, why are you pretending in front of me? I just felt that the sword looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before … the middle-aged swordsman muttered in his heart.

… …

Liu Hongmian, White Tiger, Qihuan Pill-Fragrance, as well as Jingxin and Jingyuan naturally did not recognize this famous divine weapon. Their attention was not on the brass sword at all.

They looked around vigilantly, their expressions cautious and solemn, because they knew that the one surnamed Xu had arrived.

They finally of of.

Along with his appearance, the helpers and trump cards that he would bring would all appear on the stage.

On the Wind-Riding Boat, the Rain Master and Du Nan Vajra would also attack with their full strength.

The previous exchange was.

The battle of before was just a prelude.

They had suffered in the suburbs of Yongzhou, so they had complicated feelings towards Xu Qi 'an.

They longed for him to appear and take revenge on him. They were afraid that he would appear and capsize again.

… …

A sword … The Wulin League members represented by Cao Qingyang did not recognize the Nation Suppressing Sword, but they were surprised to see that the sword could force the Shura Vajra to retreat.

"Xu Yinluo is here …" Xiao Yuenu enunciated each word.

Cao Qingyang hummed in acknowledgment. His tense expression relaxed a little as he sighed with emotion in a low voice.

"Even a Buddhist Vajra is afraid of Xu Yinluo."

He interpreted the Shura Vajra's fear and retreat as a precaution against Xu Qi 'an, believing that it was afraid of the master behind the sword.

Fu Jingmen and company shared the same thoughts. They were delighted by Xu Qi 'an's strength, which gave them confidence.

No one paid much attention to the sword.

Yang Cuixue, the Pavilion Master of Ink Pavilion, stared at the sword for a while. His eyes reflected countless needle-like sharp glints. Suddenly, he covered his eyes and groaned.

Blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers.

"Pavilion Master Yang?!"

His companions were shocked and hurriedly checked on his condition.

Yang Cuixue covered his eyes and ignored the concern of the crowd. He shouted with a slightly sharp voice, "You're not dead yet.

"Nation Suppressing Sword, it's the Nation Suppressing Sword, it's the Nation Suppressing Sword!!"

His voice was high and his tone was crazy. He repeated it over and over again, as if he was possessed.

Ink Pavilion was a sect of swordsmen. Generations of disciples liked to collect famous swords and record them in books.

Since the founding master, there were three sword manuals — Heaven, Earth, and Man.

All the swords that could be recorded in the three sword manuals had three key elements:

First, it was powerful and belonged to the category of artifacts. Second, it had an extraordinary story or historical significance. Third, it had both the first and second elements.

The number one sword in the manual had never changed in the past three hundred years. It was the sword of the founding emperor of Daibun — the Nation Suppressing Sword!

The sword recorded in the manual was the Nation Suppressing Sword!

The sword of the founding emperor of Daibun. According to historical records, the sword was made of brass from the Cliff Mountain. The patterns on the body of the sword resembled a tortoise's shell. It was said that the sword was given to the founding emperor by the divine tortoise of Sampo.

The founding master of Ink Pavilion had never seen the Nation Suppressing Sword because it was sealed in the Yongzhen Temple in the capital.

However, as the national artifact of Daibun, it would be recorded in detail in historical records.

Ink Pavilion's sword manuals were based on the descriptions in the historical records.

Yang Cuixue could determine that the sword was the Nation Suppressing Sword. Firstly, as a fourth-grade swordsman, he was very sensitive to swords and knew that it was a divine weapon. Secondly, the patterns on the body of the brass sword resembled a tortoise's shell.

Lastly, the craftsmanship of the sword was different from the current one. Yang Cuixue loved swords as much as his life. He could vaguely tell that this was the most popular style of sword craftsmanship in Daibun.

This style and craftsmanship were imitations of the Nation Suppressing Sword.

"The Nation Suppressing Sword?!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise. The martial artists around Yang Cuixue were dumbfounded.

"This sword is Emperor Gaozu's sword."

"During the Battle of Shanhai Pass, the King of Zhenbei used it."

Fu Jingmen and the others swallowed their saliva. They felt like they were on a pilgrimage.

Yang Cuixue said agitatedly,

"With the appearance of the Nation Suppressing Sword, why would the Wulin League be afraid of foreign enemies? Wherever the sword's sharpness goes, even gods and demons will flee. Xu Yinluo has even invited the Nation Suppressing Sword. He can really control the Nation Suppressing Sword. The rumors are true. "

In order to support the Wulin League, Xu Yinluo had actually invited this legendary artifact!

The Nation Suppressing Sword?!

White Tiger, Qihuan Danxiang, Jingxin, and Jingyuan communicated silently with their eyes. They were shocked and solemn. They had never expected that the brass sword that had been thrown into the battlefield first was the legendary Nation Suppressing Sword.

How could they not know the illustrious reputation of the Nation Suppressing Sword?

Was this Xu Qi'an's trump card?

He had indeed come prepared.

"Eh, the Alliance Master and the others seem very excited?"

"Why are they all looking at that sword? Is there something special about it?"

"Pavilion Master Yang suddenly covered his face and cried just now …"

The Southern Peak could not hear anything. They could only make a vague guess based on the actions of Cao Qingyang and the others.

…

The shadow beneath Sun Xuanji's feet suddenly squirmed. A figure emerged and held his shoulder.

He did not turn back. He was too weak to do so.

His lips moved slightly, "Fifteen minutes …"

"I know. Leave it to me. Where are your pills? "

As Xu Qi'an spoke, he touched Sun Xuanji's waist. He was disappointed to find that his storage Dharma artifact had been damaged by the lightning strike and could not be opened.

Fortunately, Lin 'an had prepared a lot of healing pills for me. They were all top-grade pills refined by the Nation Master … Xu Qi'an took out the pills he had stored, crushed them, and stuffed them into Sun Xuanji's mouth.

The effect of the pills was immediate. Sun Xuanji's condition was initially stabilized.

Xu Qi'an carried him with his Qi and sent him to Cao Qingyang and the others.

"Take care of him."

Fu Jingmen strode forward and hugged the ordinary-looking Sun Xuanji. He looked at Xu Qi'an with blazing eyes.

"Xu Yinluo, thank you."

Xiao Yuenu stared at Xu Qi'an for a while and smiled reservedly.

He finally appeared.

Loud cheers erupted on the Southern Peak.

"Xu Qi'an!"

White Tiger gritted his teeth as he recalled the pain of losing his arm.

Qihuan Danxiang and the others were filled with fear and resentment. Among them, Jing Yuan and Jing Xin were the most emotional.

Ever since they left Thunder State, they had suffered at the hands of Xu Qi'an and suffered defeat after defeat.

This almost made the two outstanding young Buddhist geniuses lose their confidence.

"Fifteen minutes … I can only put my life on the line …" Xu Qi'an muttered in his heart. He had already secretly come to the Wulin League and handed the Nine-Colored Lotus Root to the old Alliance Leader according to the agreement.

The old Alliance Leader's condition was extremely bad. His body was on the verge of splitting and collapsing.

He needed to sleep to prevent the collapse.

Without the help of the Nine-Colored Lotus Root, he would only be able to hold on for a month at most before dying.

The old Alliance Leader needed time to digest the Nine-Colored Lotus Root, break through his cultivation base, and become a second-grade Dao Integration Stage Warrior.

According to the plan that Xu Qi'an and Sun Xuanji had discussed, he would first give Cao Qingyang a drop of blood essence to help him temporarily break through to the third grade and restrain the enemy. This was because Xu Qi'an knew that Ji Xuan and the Buddhist Vajra were wary of him. They would slowly test him.

During this process, Sun Xuanji would set up a spell formation as the main force of the second round.

If they could last long enough in this round and delay the old Alliance Leader until he came out of seclusion, then Xu Qi'an would be able to join forces with the old Alliance Leader to resist the enemy.

With a second-grade Dao Integration Stage and a third-grade Warrior working together, this battle was as stable as an old dog.

However, Nalan Tianlu did not care about martial ethics and directly broke Sun Xuanji's mountain-protection spell formation with a bolt of divine lightning.

Xu Qi'an extended his right hand, and the Nation Suppressing Sword automatically flew back into his palm.

He then extended his left hand, and the saber emerged from the fragment of the Earth Book in his chest, sending itself into its master's left palm.

The left saber and sword stood proudly in the middle of the field, mocking,

"Orangutan, do you dare to fight me head-on?"

Orangutan … The Asura Vajra looked at him deeply and said loudly,

"Du Nan, Nalan Rain Master, if you don't attack now, when will you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden stream of light fell from the sky again and hit the top of the mountain with a "boom". The newcomer was tall and burly, with dark golden skin and no beard or eyebrows. He looked like a brass statue.

Another Vajra!

Another one?!

The people of the Wulin League were stunned. They all looked at Cao Qingyang and found that the Alliance Leader's expression was exactly the same as theirs.

It seemed that he did not expect there to be two Vajras.

"Two Vajras and the Witchcraft Sect's Rain Master …"

Qiao Weng said bitterly, "Alliance Leader Cao, you, you …"

He could not speak.

The others also had bitter expressions. If they had known the scale of the enemy, they would not have had the courage to come to the back of the mountain.

Grade Three was already invincible in Jianghu for hundreds of years. There were three of them at once, and there was a Grade Two Rain Master behind them.

Cao Qingyang really did not know that Sun Xuanji was hiding something from him. He only said that there were Buddhist Vajras and Witchcraft Sect enemies.

Sun Xuanji was also afraid that Alliance Leader Cao would be scared and run away with his sister-in-law, leaving a mess behind.

The corner of Fu Jingmen's mouth twitched.

"How can Xu Yinluo fight? There is still hope for him to fight against two Vajras, but what about the Rain Master? "

Dai Zong's face turned pale. He lost his fighting spirit and confidence.

He said in a low voice, "Let's, let's retreat first. It's more important to preserve the Wulin League …"

Xiao Yuenu glanced at him. "If you are afraid of death, leave."

Dai Zong opened his mouth and choked.

As she spoke, a beautiful and charming woman in a silk dress with her hair tied up high stepped on the void and walked over step by step.

Above her head was a layer of rolling black clouds. From time to time, lightning flashed in the thick clouds, accumulating power and waiting to strike.

She seemed to be the ruler of this world. Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning were all under her control.

Was this the Rain Master of Witchcraft Sect? Cao Qingyang and the others took a look and felt their adrenaline surge. Their hearts beat faster and they had difficulty breathing.

They could not look directly at a master of this realm.

Why can't you, a warrior monk, be provoked? Shouldn't a warrior monk be as vulgar as a Warrior? As expected, Yang Qianhuan had to be the one to provoke people … Xu Qi 'an clenched the saber and sword in his hand and shouted, "Retreat further.

The further the better. The back of the mountain can't be saved. "

"The back of the mountain can't be saved …" Cao Qingyang and the others' hearts beat wildly. Without another word, they quickly retreated.

"Alliance Leader, let's go to the South Peak. It's very far away. If we don't deliberately target it, we won't be affected."

Dai Zong carried Sun Xuanji on his shoulder and suggested.

Cao Qingyang pondered for a moment and said, "Hmm." He dragged his seriously injured body, but his speed was not much slower than the others.

Dongfang Wanrong completely let go of the control of her body, letting her teacher take the initiative and become the master of the body.

She made a gesture with one hand and suddenly pointed to the sky.

"Boom!"

The clouds, which were accumulating power, immediately struck down a lightning pillar as thick as a water tank, submerging Xu Qi 'an.

The blue-white lightning pillar was so powerful that it could be clearly seen from dozens of miles away.

"Buzz!"

A golden light rose above Xu Qi 'an's head. The Buddha's Pagoda propped up a pale golden Qi shield, shielding the power of thunder and lightning outside.

"Thump, thump, thump …" Du Nan's Vajra ran wildly, crashed into the Qi shield of the Buddha's Pagoda, and punched Xu Qi 'an in the chest.

"Clang!"

The Vajra Divine Art collided with the Vajra Divine Art, and the sound was like a great bell.

Xu Qi 'an flew out like a cannonball, breaking countless trees and collapsing a part of the mountain, causing rocks to fall down.

He tumbled to reduce the force and was already out of the mountain, stabilizing his body in the air.

Suddenly, the scene of the Asura Vajra appearing above his head, clenching his fists and pounding his head appeared in his mind … Xu Qi 'an's body changed speed that did not conform to the principles of physics, dodging to the side, twisting his waist and turning around, bringing his right arm to slash out with the Nation Suppressing Sword.

At this time, Dongfang Wanrong in the sky stretched out her right arm and aimed at Xu Qi 'an.

Killing Curse Technique!

Xu Qi 'an, who was swinging his sword, became sluggish, as if he had suffered an invisible injury, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices.

The Asura Vajra's fist smashed down.

Xu Qi 'an turned into a cannonball again and was pounded back. With a loud bang, his whole body was embedded in the mountain. The main peak of the War Hounds Mountain fiercely shook.