The Fall of the Ancient Stars
The chaotic and bloody battle on Ten Thousand Swords Mountain did not stop.
Just as Chu Xingyun had said, the more they killed, the deeper the hatred between the two sects grew. Because of the endless killing, this space was already soaked in blood and emitted a strong aura of death.
On the ground, among the rocks, and even in the mountain stream, there were piles of cold corpses. The scene was chilling, but the people fighting in the air were in the midst of a bloody battle. Their eyes had long been dyed red by the bloody light.
After the crazy battle, the Ancient Star Sect only had 13,000 people left. There were only four Yin Yang experts. The casualties were extremely tragic, and most of them had died at the hands of Fan Wujie.
As for the Wanjian Pavilion, the casualties were also tragic. There were only 9,000 people left, and even fewer Yin Yang experts. Only Fan Wuchen and Qi Yangchen were left. The rest were all dead, and even their bodies were hard to find.
But even so, the fighting spirit of the two sides was still burning. They charged again and again, forming a large formation. When the two sides collided, the rumbling sounds were like a funeral song, echoing in the air for a long time.
In the air, Liu Wentian and Gu Fanxing stood side by side. Their eyes were filled with cold killing intent as they stared at Fan Wujie in front of them.
At this moment, they were both injured. Mottled blood dyed their robes red, and their auras were fluctuating. On the other hand, Fan Wujie's aura was still as strong as ever. He was looking down at the two of them with an arrogant expression.
"Hmph!"
Gu Fanxing's eyes darkened, and he suddenly let out a cold snort. In an instant, bright starlight rose up. Behind the two of them, an ancient Peng covered in starlight appeared. It opened its huge mouth and let out a long cry, causing the space to tremble violently.
At the same time, the starlight ancient Peng spread its huge wings and suddenly trembled. It charged at Fan Wujie at full speed. There were actually chains on the ancient Peng's body. The starlight chains emitted dazzling starlight.
"You dare to use a mere insignificant skill in front of me? How foolish." Fan Wujie was full of disdain. The ancient sword appeared, and the Ling Tian Sword Shadow slashed at the starlight ancient Peng.
Weng!
When the sword shadows came into contact with the Ancient Starlight Roc, the thousands of starlight scattered. The sword shadows also turned into streams of light and fell from the sky, accurately landing among the Ancient Star Sect's crowd.
Suddenly, countless people from the Ancient Star Sect let out shrill cries. These sword lights came from the legendary ancient swords. They were the ultimate sword lights with terrifying power. How could they block them?
The sword light easily pierced through their chests, and blood gushed out from the holes. In an instant, all signs of life were annihilated. Their bodies fell from midair until they stopped moving.
"Fan Wujie, you're courting death!" Gu Fanxing was so angry that his veins were bulging. With a roar, the Starlight Ancient Peng that had dissipated into starlight reappeared. Starlight chains shot out and locked onto Fan Wujie's body.
Seeing such an opportunity, Liu Wentian and Gu Fanxing hurriedly shot out. The former held the Ancient Star Wanderer Ruler while the latter condensed the enormous Wu Ling. One in front and one behind, they were about to kill Fan Wujie on the spot.
"Foolish move." Another sarcastic voice came from Fan Wujie's mouth.
His body trembled slightly, and the legendary ancient sword in his hand disappeared. It turned into streams of light and shot through the sky, forming an indescribably terrifying sword pressure. Not only did it suppress Liu Wentian and Gu Fanxing, but even the starlight chains were frozen in place.
Fan Wujie's eyes darkened. He held the sword and swung it, all in one smooth motion.
Boom!
All of the starlight chains were shattered, and the starlight scattered. The flowing wind swept past and swept Liu Wentian and Gu Fanxing down. They crashed heavily onto the ground, and their auras became much weaker.
Fan Wujie walked slowly and stood above the two of them. He smiled and said, "I've said it before. As long as I have the legendary ancient sword, no one in the entire Northern Wilderness Region is my match. You two have really overestimated your own strength."
Hearing this, Gu Fanxing felt like he was going crazy. His expression gradually became ferocious. He had thought that with Fan Wujie's strength, he would not be able to control the legendary ancient sword. But in the end, Fan Wujie was covered in extreme sword light. The sword moved according to his will, and he displayed an unparalleled and domineering attitude.
With such strength, he could not defeat him, and neither could Liu Wentian!
"What? Have you finally felt despair? " Fan Wujie was enjoying this moment of superiority. As soon as he spoke, Gu Fanxing's expression darkened. He roared, "Shut up! Today, I will kill you!"
With that, Gu Fanxing's body shot up into the sky. A terrifying blood-red light shot out from his body. Every ray of blood-red light contained a terrifying power. One of them split into four and shot toward the dim illusory constellation.
"Twenty-eight constellations, gather!"
Gu Fanxing continued to speak. The blood-red light on his body became even more terrifying. He had actually merged the 28 constellations together. Then, his aura began to explode with a trace of madness. Even the pressure changed. It became suffocating.
"You finally can't take it anymore?" Seeing this strange scene, Fan Wujie's tone did not change at all. He glanced at Gu Fanxing and smiled, "You used your blood essence as the price to activate the Secret Constellation Technique. You absorbed the power of the 28 constellations into your body and increased your cultivation greatly. But even so, you think you can win against me?"
Fan Wujie shook his head as he spoke. He did not hide the mockery in his heart. Then, under everyone's gaze, he stepped forward. He raised the legendary ancient sword in his hand. A terrifying light flashed in his eyes.
"Since you've used all your trump cards, then very well. Let me end this farce!" Fan Wujie's words were like thunder. Rays of sword light seeped out from the legendary ancient sword. It was like a dazzling sun that was faintly suspended in the void.
As these sword lights descended, the gazes of all the people from the Myriad Swords Pavilion became feverish. The swords in their hands were actually trembling, emitting sword cries one after another. Moreover, under some mysterious power, they were faintly converging together.
Boom!
Thousands of rays of sword light shot up into the sky at the same time, forming a sword light vortex that enveloped Fan Wujie's body. He continued to stir up his spiritual energy, causing the sword light of the legendary ancient sword to become even more dazzling. The expressions of the people in the Wanjian Pavilion became even more fanatical. They all raised their longswords and, as if they had gone mad, gathered the sword light into the vortex.
The terrifying sword light vortex rotated in the air. Wherever it swept, everything was reduced to ashes. When the people of the Ancient Star Sect saw this sword light vortex, their hearts trembled inexplicably and they stopped what they were doing.
"What a strange swordsmanship. It's as if Fan Wujie is absorbing the Light Sword Will of the people in the Wanjian Pavilion." Gu Fanxing looked straight ahead. His heart was also trembling.
At this moment, the phantoms of the 28 Mansions circled around him. His aura was strong and had reached its peak. However, when facing Fan Wujie and the legendary ancient sword, he still did not feel confident. At this moment, it was as if he was in a sea of sword light. In his eyes, there was only this sword. The sword's momentum was above the heavens and the earth.
Buzz!
At this moment, Gu Fanxing's entire body trembled. A strong sense of danger welled up in his heart.
The aura on Tian's body suddenly exploded. Starlight bloomed. The phantoms of the constellations roared and rushed forward. However, an ancient sword with endless brilliance flashed past. It was deeply imprinted in his eyes.
This ancient sword was like a ray of light that swept through this entire expanse of spatial turbulence. The body of the sword flowed with an extreme aura that pierced through the sky and destroyed everything in its path. Merely a strand of it had completely obliterated the phantoms of the 28 constellations without making a sound, and it was even to the extent that it didn't even cause the slightest ripple.
Gu Fanxing's expression stiffened. He looked at the ancient sword that was tearing through the heavens and earth. He wanted to move and escape, but he found that he could not do anything. He could not even scream. He could only watch as the legendary ancient sword approached and pierced through his flesh and then through his heart.
Poof!
The moment the ancient sword pierced Gu Fanxing's heart, it destroyed his vitality. His body, which was originally surrounded by starlight, instantly turned cold. He fell powerlessly onto the pile of corpses.
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