Chaotic Battle
Fan Wujie's voice reverberated through the void. The sword intent on his body soared to the heavens, causing the thousands of stars to lose their radiance and become dim. His eyes were filled with anger and coldness. The moment they touched the crowd, their hearts trembled.
A few days ago, the Wanjian Pavilion had been ransacked. As the Pavilion Master, Fan Wujie was already filled with anger and grievance.
Today, the Ancient Star Sect had suddenly arrived. They had gathered 130,000 people to suppress the Wanjian Pavilion and even made fun of it. When the Wanjian Pavilion was caught off guard, they wantonly slaughtered and stained the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain with blood.
All of this anger and resentment had been ignited when the 3,000 swords had been stolen. At this moment, Fan Wujie's entire body was filled with anger. He could no longer endure the Ancient Star Sect's wanton humiliation.
"Pavilion Master, the Ancient Star Sect has condensed a spiritual array. If we force our way in …" Yun Changqing's face was filled with fear. He immediately tried to dissuade Fan Wujie. However, Fan Wujie only turned around and swept his cold gaze over him. Immediately, he stopped talking.
"Yun Changqing, could it be that you want to disobey my orders?" Fan Wujie's voice was filled with threat. As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of all the Sword Masters changed drastically. Even the disciples of the Wanjian Pavilion below shuddered.
"Fight!" Fan Wujie shouted again. Gray and black sword light condensed on his body. His palm slashed through the void. Suddenly, sword light bloomed wantonly. A towering sword aura filled the sky. Clanging sounds could be heard as the sword aura swept through the sky.
Boom!
Under Fan Wujie's command, the people of the Wanjian Pavilion all gripped their swords tightly. Rays of sword light soared into the sky like a tide of sword aura rushing forward and colliding with the thousands of stars.
In an instant, the space was flooded with spiritual energy. Destructive sword aura crazily shot out, buzzing non-stop. The people of the Ancient Star Sect all condensed their Wu Ling, interweaving a long river of stars and forcefully suppressing the vast sword light.
"Kill our way out!" Qi Yangchen roared. The disciples of the Wanjian Pavilion rushed out with their swords in different directions. In just a short moment, the entire void was in complete chaos, and the aura of destruction was everywhere.
"A bunch of idiots who are courting death." Liu Guqiong looked coldly ahead and let out a chilling laugh. A crimson star appeared behind him as he took a step forward. Everywhere he passed, the space became extremely hot.
"The Clan Leader of the Liu Clan actually slaughtered some juniors. How despicable." The moment Liu Guqiong made his move, a scorching sword light descended from the sky, cutting off all of the world's spirit energy and heading straight for his face.
Liu Guqiong furrowed his brow. The crimson star bloomed with starlight, and a scorching starlight shot out, destroying the power of the scorching sword light. He looked up and glared at the person in front of him, yelling, "Qi Yangchen, you think you have the right to talk about me?"
Qi Yangchen also glared at Liu Guqiong. The two confronted each other for a moment, and almost at the same time, starlight and sword light were released. They immediately collided in the void, bursting out terrifying power of heaven and earth.
While the two were fighting, the other Yin Yang experts also collided in various places in the space. Waves of terrifying power descended, shaking the void and causing cracks to appear on the ground, as if it would shatter at any time.
The 28 Constellations Formation covered the sky and the sun, condensing thousands of terrifying starlight, directly enveloping the people of the Wanjian Pavilion. Once someone approached, the formation would shift, and the constellations would change, but the starlight would still exist, constantly causing terrible damage.
Under such a situation, the people of the Wanjian Pavilion rushed out like clay oxen entering the sea. Countless people were drowned by the starlight before they could get close, leaving mottled bloodstains on the ground and even broken limbs. The scene was as tragic as hell, and it was frightening.
However, under the shroud of the bright starlight, there were still people who rushed out.
These disciples of the Wanjian Pavilion were covered in blood. As soon as they entered the Constellations Formation, they were like hungry wolves rushing into a flock of sheep. The bright sword light was their sharpest fangs. With a flash of the sword light, more than a dozen people immediately fell on the spot.
When the people of the Ancient Star Sect reacted, the figures of the disciples had already floated away and rushed to other places. The sword light flashed again, elegant and ethereal, but like the Grim Reaper's scythe, it mercilessly harvested huge heads.
It should be known that the Ancient Star Sect was good at spiritual formations. Before the enemies could get close, they would be covered by thousands of starlight. However, the disciples of the Wanjian Pavilion were originally good at swordsmanship. They were elegant and agile, and when they rushed madly, they could also kill the enemies and wantonly kill.
In order to put an end to such a situation, the Ancient Star Sect had spent a huge amount of resources to forge the 3,000 Star Rune Armors. Unfortunately, the 3,000 Star Rune Armors had been stolen by Chu Xingyun, and they could not defend themselves at all.
In the space, screams resounded. These screams came from both the people of the Wanjian Pavilion and the people of the Ancient Star Sect. The former were penetrated by the starlight and could not move half a step forward, while the latter were torn apart by the sword light and could not resist.
The two sides attacked each other. Blood flowed like water and seeped into the ground. In the end, it condensed into streams and converged into a blood river, winding around the entire Wanjian Pavilion. In the river, there were countless broken limbs, and it was full of the smell of blood.
However, it was precisely because of this that neither side was willing to retreat. They were completely immersed in the cycle of killing and being killed. Roars, wails, and even maniacal laughter entered one's ears and penetrated one's heart. It was like a symphony of death that clearly reverberated in the sky above the 10,000 Swords Pavilion and did not disappear for a long time.
However, unlike the turbulent momentum here, the Cliff of Ten Thousand Peaks, which was the deepest part of the Wanjian Pavilion, was so quiet that it was somewhat terrifying. In the vast void, there was only the whistling sound of the strong wind.
In the stone forest, Ning Lefan, Lu Qingxuan, and the other six were tied to stone pillars. The strong wind that pierced to the bone woke them up from their meditation state. They grimaced in pain and trembled all over.
Behind the seven of them were eight hundred disciples. None of them had entered the Heavenly Spirit Realm. Under the baptism of the strong wind, many of them had bloody scars on their bodies. Blood had already dyed their clothes red, and they looked very miserable.
Among them, there were some people who couldn't endure the pain and began to howl in grief. These howls of grief spread outwards, but they couldn't leave the Cliff of Ten Thousand Peaks. The sounds outside the Cliff of Ten Thousand Peaks also couldn't be transmitted. It was as if there was a formless power that completely isolated this place.
"Ever since we were imprisoned here, the entire Cliff of Ten Thousand Peaks has been surrounded by a spiritual formation. Not only is all sound isolated, even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth cannot seep in. It seems like Shi Hao wants us to die here." The strong wind entered Ning Lefan's body, but he didn't howl in grief. Instead, he released cold laughter.
"With Shi Hao's status, it might be difficult for him to arrange these spiritual formations. The one who is truly taking action should be Fan Wujie. He wants to use this to force us to hand over the sword scriptures." Lu Ling also grinned. He directly called Fan Wujie by his name. It was clear that he no longer treated the latter as the master of the Wanjian Pavilion and didn't show any respect.
"Ever since the Six Sect Competition, Fan Wujie has been targeting master everywhere. It is clear that he is scared that master's reputation will rise and endanger his position as the pavilion master. Even the four sword masters of the Cultivation Imparting Lineage have been suppressed. What kind of actions can't someone like him not do?"
"The current Wanjian Pavilion exists in name only. Rather than being caught up in endless conflicts for profit, I would rather be trapped here. Even if I die, I can die peacefully."
Lu Qingyao and Lu Qingxuan also spoke out.
The two women's words immediately attracted the attention of quite a few people. They couldn't help but nod their heads. Even though this place was dangerous and a land of death, it was also a rare place of peace. It was far away from the chaotic disputes of the Wanjian Pavilion.
Everyone's words fell into Lu Xing's ears without missing a single word. He still sat on the stone pillar like an old monk in meditation. However, a faint smile of approval had unknowingly appeared at the corner of his lips.
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