Burning with Anger
Drip!
A drop of turbid sweat rolled down Fan Wujie's cheek, making an extremely weak sound. However, in the deathly silent space, it was extremely clear and reverberated in everyone's ears.
The crowd maintained their original posture and continued to look in the direction of the Mysterious Sword Valley. Their faces were lifeless and they did not say a word, faintly revealing an awkward atmosphere.
More and more sweat beaded on Fan Wujie's forehead. He once again formed a hand seal, and his voice boomed like thunder: "Three thousand swords — — appear!"
As he spoke, the sword aura that soared into the sky became even more tyrannical, as if it was going to tear the clouds apart. However, this time, there was still no movement in the direction of the Mysterious Sword Valley. Only the whistling of the wind could be heard.
The crowd in the Wanjian Pavilion shifted their gazes and looked strangely at Fan Wujie. Even the three thousand Heaven Spirit Sect disciples' faces were flushed red. They retracted their sword fingers and lowered their heads in embarrassment.
As for the people from the Ancient Star Sect in the distance, they were all amused by this awkward scene. They looked at Fan Wujie with ridicule, as if they were looking at an idiot. It was extremely dazzling.
Being stared at by these scorching gazes, Fan Wujie's face turned red. Especially the sneers and the awkward atmosphere that filled the air, it caused an intense anger to rise in him.
However, just as he was about to speak for the third time, the Sword Spirit's ethereal voice suddenly rang out in his mind: "Don't waste your time. The three thousand swords are no longer in the secret treasury."
"What?"
Hearing this, Fan Wujie was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out. He immediately replied: "How is that possible? The three thousand swords were also stolen?"
Hearing Fan Wujie's shocked voice, the Sword Spirit let out a sigh. Just as he was about to explain, he saw Fan Wujie's figure turn into a grayish-black sword light. He broke through the void and rushed towards the Mysterious Sword Valley without looking back.
His speed was extremely fast. Like a ray of light, he rushed into the Mysterious Sword Valley in a barbaric manner and directly rushed into the secret treasury.
Boom!
The door opened, and what entered Fan Wujie's eyes was a huge, empty secret room. Inside, there was not a single shred of cultivation resources. Only stone platforms stood there. It was empty and gave off an intense feeling of disorder.
Fan Wujie's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly constricted. The sound of his heart violently beating could be heard in the empty secret Treasury. His mouth opened and closed, as if he could not accept the scene in front of him.
At this moment, the Sword Spirit in white appeared.
He stood behind Fan Wujie, and his face was filled with helplessness. He sighed and said: "That day, that mysterious expert wantonly plundered Wanjian Pavilion and forcefully took the spirit vein. His methods were really strange. It was a long time later that I found out that the three thousand swords were also stolen."
"The three thousand swords contained mysterious runes. They could directly use the Ten Thousand Sword Array. They were the secret weapons of Wanjian Pavilion. Even if someone could steal them, it would definitely cause the sword array to resonate. How could it disappear without a trace?" Fan Wujie immediately asked. The Sword Spirit was immediately speechless, and the helplessness on his face became even more apparent.
He could hear that Fan Wujie's words were filled with a strong sense of blame, but he could not refute it.
Back then, Chu Xingyun relied on the Black Hole Epee to enter the Black Concealment State. He could conceal all sound, light, aura, and even spiritual energy fluctuations. It could be said that he was completely silent and unpredictable.
As for the Sword Spirit of the legendary ancient sword, he had been defeated by the Black Hole Epee. Even if he had recuperated for a thousand years, he could not see through the Black Concealment State, nor could he stop Chu Xingyun.
The Sword Spirit's silence made Fan Wujie feel aggrieved. He scanned his surroundings, and his gaze suddenly focused on a corner. There was actually a black scroll placed there.
Fan Wujie reached out and grasped the black scroll in his hand. After he slowly opened it, he saw a line of large words written on it: "Thank you to Wanjian Pavilion for your gift. Soon, I will definitely come again!"
It was only a few words, but they revealed a strong sense of mockery. In an instant, it ignited the raging flames of anger in Fan Wujie's heart. His body began to tremble, and as his pupils shrank, a crimson red color that represented his anger began to spread.
"You stole my Sword Pavilion's item and still dare to speak such arrogant words. If I don't flay your skin and break your bones, I am not human!" Fan Wujie's body spewed out a frenzied sword aura, and he tore the scroll into pieces. When he turned around, the Sword Spirit was startled by his crimson red eyes.
However, before the two of them could continue speaking, a series of loud rumbling sounds could be heard. These rumbling sounds came from afar, and even enveloped the entire Xuanjian Valley.
Fan Wujie's expression changed, and he immediately rushed out of the Xuanjian Valley and into the void.
In his field of vision, he saw that the people of the Ancient Star Sect had gathered and formed four major spiritual arrays. For a moment, starlight swept across the heavens and the earth, and the clouds in the sky changed. One of the spiritual arrays faintly formed the shape of a fierce tiger, as if it was an ancient killing tiger. There was an incomparably violent aura in the void, and it enveloped the entire sky.
As for the other two spiritual arrays, one was in the east, and it transformed into the body of a real dragon. Endless starlight fell from the sky, and its aura was enough to suppress the heavens. The other spiritual array was in the south, and it was in the shape of a Vermilion Bird. Every ray of starlight seemed to come from ancient times, and its destructive power was eternal. Its power was boundless.
The last spiritual array was the largest, and a magnificent shadow of a Black Tortoise appeared in the sky above it. When it roared to the sky, the starlight turned into a tide, surging and surging in all directions.
These four spiritual arrays each occupied one side, and each spiritual array was divided into seven other spiritual arrays. They were flexible and changeable, and they wandered around the Wanjian Pavilion. However, every time they flashed, they emitted dazzling starlight, and they fell from the void, crushing everything and shattering the void. They directly pounced on the people of the Wanjian Pavilion.
"Die!" Gu Fanxing spat out a word coldly. In an instant, endless starlight tore the sky and the earth apart. Feeling the endless power of the starlight, the people of the Wanjian Pavilion froze, and their eyes were filled with fear. The starlight covered the sky and the sun, and it was terrifying. Before it fell, it seemed that it would penetrate all of them.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Beams of starlight fell from the void. The moment they touched the ground, countless rays of blood spurted out. In an instant, the disciples of the Wanjian Pavilion died on the spot. Blood splashed everywhere, dyeing the sky red.
"Damn it!" Fan Wuchen's expression was cold. All the swordmasters made their moves and pounced toward the void. However, the starlight was too large. As soon as it reached the sky, it pressed down on them from all directions. Moreover, the spiritual arrays were actually moving, constantly crossing positions, and the starlight covered the entire space.
"This is the 28 Constellations Spiritual Array of the Ancient Star Sect," Yun Changqing said solemnly. "Seven are one side, and the four sides are gathered together. If you rush forward blindly, you will only be blocked by thousands of starlight, and then you will be trapped."
Below, the four swordmasters of the Technique Imparting Sect rushed over. They looked around, and their expressions were extremely ugly.
The people of the Ancient Star Sect were proficient in the Way of Spiritual Arrays, and they had integrated the spiritual arrays into the Crape Myrtle Star Technique. When tens of thousands of people formed a spiritual array, it was unpredictable and could continuously attract the starlight. The people of the Wanjian Pavilion could not get close at all.
"In order to avoid casualties, the best way now is to have all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion retreat and use the sword matrix as the foundation to resist the starlight. Otherwise, it will only increase the casualties," Tang Yunhuan said. In front of them, the whistling of starlight was constantly heard. It was too dense, and it went straight into the Wanjian Pavilion, mercilessly harvesting fresh lives.
The 28 Constellations Spiritual Array had been formed, and it moved around in all directions, flexible and changeable. In addition, thousands of starlight fell. Before the people of the Wanjian Pavilion could even get close, there were already countless casualties, let alone counterattack.
All the swordmasters were trembling, and their expressions were complicated. Just as Yun Changqing was about to continue speaking, a gray and black sword light suddenly swept over. Fan Wujie walked out of the sword light with a cold expression and stood in the middle of the crowd.
He glanced at Yun Changqing, then scanned the surroundings. The pools of blood and the broken limbs on the ground instantly ignited Brahma Wujie's anger.
"This is the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, the root of the Wanjian Pavilion. The Ancient Star Sect is wantonly attacking. How can we retreat?"
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