Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 415

[Chapter 415 The first]

The seven major sects came out in full force.

Xiongzhenmen, Yanzilianhuan, Miaoxian Lianzong, Jinxianzong, Modaoshan, Mixintang, Xiaoruyimen.

The combat power that can fight is now outside the gate of Abandoned Sword Villa.

Headed by Ge Zhongwu, he changed into black clothes, his temples were pale, and his face was full of wrinkles, as if he had aged ten years in half a day.

But his eyes were still burning with energy, like blood and flames.

“kill!”

A word came out coldly from his mouth.

boom!

The gate of Abandoned Sword Villa shattered.

Their movements are already very skilled, and everyone has done this several times.

Generally speaking, breaking the gate, swarming in, seeing all living creatures slashed and slashed with knives, surrounded by circles, and any fish that escaped through the net, they would be beaten and killed.

This is already well established.

But today is a little different.

Ge Zhongwu rushed into the door first, but the first thing he saw was a slightly lonely back in the courtyard patio.

White clothes beat snow.

The third son of Shen.

He raised his head, as if he was enjoying the moonlight, and he seemed to be meditating alone.

There is a wooden table in front of him, a stove of incense shavings on the table, and a light smoke curls up.

Quiet and gentle.

——It doesn’t match the murderous aura of the whole courtyard at all, or in other words, the elegant aura of his own body has already covered those thoughts of killing.

“You are finally here.”

Shen Zhenyi turned her head and said only a light word.

His face is like a crown of jade, he is unrestrained and unrestrained, and under the clear moonlight, the third son of Shen is like a fairy.

He didn’t bring a sword, and he wore loose robes, which were loose but still like a jade tree facing the wind.

– No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like he’s fighting here.

He knew that he would definitely die, so he came to die?

I heard that in the early years, when the human race was still strong and energetic, when the city was attacked by fierce beasts, some people did not want to live, tidy up their clothes, and died calmly. They once mustered the courage and pride of the human race.

——But this kind of thing has not been heard for a long time.

The human race is struggling to survive, living behind the huge city wall, where is the courage of the ancients to regard death as home?

Probably it is this country bumpkin who came from the lower realm to Zhanyuefeixian, and he has such an ancient style.

Ge Zhongwu thought of this, his heart was calm, and he said with a long smile: “Mr. Shen is in good spirits, the moonlight is still good today, are you waiting for us here?”

His eyes narrowed, his pupils shrunk, and his expression was particularly grim, “Are you ready to die?”

When he came here tonight, he never intended to let anyone from Abandoned Sword Villa leave alive.

Xiao Bishui, Pratt & Whitney, Zhuo Liufeng, Huo Rushan, Grandma Jin, and people from Shangyin walked out from behind him one after another and stood in a row.

The seven sect masters gathered in one place, not even one of them.

Such a lineup makes people hopeless. In the Nineteen Outer Cities, no one person or any force can stop these seven people from joining forces.

But Shen Zhenyi still didn’t care.

“That was not prepared.”

Between life and death, there is great fear.

He was here, but he never thought about death.

He will never die at the hands of these villains.

“This kind of moonlight is refreshing, and it’s really not a good time to kill people. Can you wait for a while before the dark clouds cover the moon?”

Tonight is quiet and serene, the moon’s eyes are bright, and it shines everywhere, and the bloody smell will inevitably affect the scenery, which makes people uncomfortable.

“Unfortunately, it’s up to you to choose!”

Ge Zhongwu sneered, “The King of Hell calls someone to die at the third watch, who would dare to keep someone at the fifth watch?”

It has never been heard of the murdered being able to despise the timing of being killed.

“Since you are so anxious, there is nothing you can do.”

Shen Zhenyi shrugged, his eyes slowly passing over the crowd.

“Who will come first?”

The air was stagnant, and everyone felt that they should be sure to win against Shen Zhenyi, but when they really faced the third son of Shen, there was a chill in their hearts.

Originally thought that the massacre at Abandoned Sword Villa would be a swarming melee. But now Shen Zhenyi is standing here unarmed, if they insist on going together, will it be too shameless?

But if you want to go head-to-head, I don’t know why, but I have no confidence in my heart.

“Hmph, then let me send the death of Third Young Master Shen!”

The Shangyin people were the first to stand up.

Mixintang’s martial arts is best at cruelty to vegetables, and can deal with people whose cultivation is lower than himself, and can solve the battle cleanly.

It may be the easiest for him to do it.

Shen Zhenyi glanced at him and nodded slightly, “The martial arts secretly taught by you Mixintang should be the true scripture of Mixin? Your disciple is not using it perfectly, you try it.”

He greeted him casually, without the slightest fear.

Shangyin’s face tightened, but he didn’t smile and said: “Shen San Gongzi is really not afraid of danger, well, since you asked for it, I will send you on the road with the magic scripture, so what?”

He was originally here to kill, so why be polite, he took two steps forward, his eyes flashed with strange light, and his pupils turned rapidly.

Miasma and fog surged up, enveloping him and Shen Zhenyi in an instant. Countless worlds, billions of illusions, all kinds of terror and darkness passed by Shen Zhenyi like a revolving lantern.

Shen Zhenyi yawned.

These things are kind of boring.

In the endless journey, he has seen the deepest darkness and the most terrifying abyss, these are nothing at all.

“Is that all there is to it?”

It seems that the master is not much better than the disciple, and the upper limit of the Fascinating Spiritual Sutra is no more than that.

“Any more?”

“Please do your best, otherwise I’m afraid there will be no chance.”

Shen Zhenyi kindly reminded the Shangyin people.

Shangyin’s complexion changed, he remembered what Shen Zhenyi said to Ge Xiaopan upstairs in Mingyue – also let him use it to the fullest, and then when Ge Xiaopan used the Divine Sword Domination Technique to destroy the world, he died. .

I… I have already tried my best to drive the Fascinating Spirit Sutra to the highest level, how can it not affect the third son of Shen at all?

Suddenly, a huge fear surged in his heart.

“Looks like there’s nothing left.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.

“The county master, you are optimistic, the sword of formation should be used like this.”

He turned his head in a leisurely manner, called out to the room in the dark, and then pointed and swiped, and saw the willows supporting the wind, and with a shout, countless brilliant walls of light descended from the sky, just like a skyscraper formed on the ground, piled up in Shangyin the top of the person’s head.

The Shangyin people didn’t even have time to snort, they were crushed to the ground by the countless walls of light. At first, they wanted to struggle, but they were immediately crushed by the huge pressure, and the seven orifices were bleeding.

It was just this instant that he died of heavy wounds.

“The sword of formation… is it used like this?”

Princess Long felt something was wrong no matter what she thought.

Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly, flicked her fingers, and the wall of light suddenly vanished.

“The formation is a bit more complicated. This person can’t bear the pressure inside the formation, which makes him die a little bit miserably.”

He extended his hand to say hello, and politely apologized, “I’m sorry, Hall Master.”