Those who have mastered the Heavenly Sword will all have white hair and golden eyes. His heart was broken because of a woman, and he actually realized the meaning of the Heavenly Sword when he fell into the devil. He is the youngest sword master, and he is also the scar that Wan Jian Sect least wants to mention. Talking about Jiang Mi is taboo in the world of immortality. The number one in the world on the Langya Immortal Ranking has been changing over the past three hundred years, but everyone knows that the real number one is the fallen demon sword master.
Xingyuan knew how powerful Jiang Mi was, so he naturally did not dare to neglect him. Before he came, he had informed the Immortal Alliance and invited all the major sects to come to eliminate demons and defend the way. He himself led the elite disciples of the Xingji Pavilion, except Xingxuan.
Seeing that Jiang Mi had used the Heavenly Sword, he stopped talking nonsense and gave an order to the Xingji Pavilion disciples behind him.
"Open the formation!"
Countless spiritual lights rose up and intertwined in the air, forming complex patterns, and illusions were born and disillusioned. This formation is called the Zhuxian Formation, and it is the most powerful killing formation in Xingji Pavilion. It requires nine disciples to work together, and then Xingyuan controls the formation's eyes. No matter where the people in the formation go, they will die.
Suddenly, the light in the cave was dim, the cold wind blew, and the atmosphere was gloomy and miserable. In the Zhuxian Formation, in the front, you can see the dark, thick clouds and mist. Behind it, you can see the roaring water and hear the whimpering sound, like hearing the ghost's voice, which is eerie and terrifying. Xingyuan made a formation spell with his left hand, and the formation rotated rapidly, and murderous intent poured out directly at Jiang Mi!
The man stood there without dodging. His expression did not change at all, and he did not even move his eyelashes. The sword light around him stagnated for a moment, and suddenly the clear light rippled, like a vast sea of swords. The continuous sword energy shook the clothes of everyone in the cave.
The sea of swords easily deflected all the attacks, then rushed out of the Zhuxian Formation and headed straight for the Xingji Pavilion disciples. Just hearing a few "chichi" sounds, and the heads of the nine disciples fell off with their bones rolling around. The ground was in a mess, and their eyes were filled with horror.
Xingyuan used his Thousand Machine Fan to block sword energy, but his fair face was still cut and blood was flowing down. When the next sword light was about to seal his throat, a white light flashed, and the sound of swords clashing was heard, blocking the sword for Xingyuan.
An old man in black, followed by several young swordsmen also dressed in black, slowly walked into the cave.
"Leader, I'm not late, am I?"
Xingyuan smiled, "No, Master Yun came at the right time."
The old man looked at Jiang Mi with an expression of hatred and regret.
"Today, can you help Wan Jian? The mountain has been cleared."
Jiang Mi smiled coldly, raised his right hand slightly, and took out the long sword that could only be controlled by the sword masters of the past generations. The carvings on the hilt are like stars, and the blade is like a cliff standing thousands of feet high. The sharp sword light is like the legendary thousand-year-old ice pool. The water is cold, but not freezing. The cold air is chilling. When the blade is shaken, it is clear, and the dragon roars around the beam.
"A mere ant dares to talk about cleaning up the house."
After saying this, he waved lightly, and some kind of mist-like invisible pressure suddenly centered on the sword and spread rapidly to the surrounding area. In an instant, a hole was torn open in the cave, and then the entire Muyun Peak shook violently and actually split open in the middle!
Sunlight shines into the cave from this crack, followed by a biting cold wind mixed with frost and snow. Those who had no time to dodge were turned into powder by the sword energy and dissipated into floating dust.
Everyone in the Immortal Alliance turned pale when they saw this scene—the Supreme Heavenly Sword, the ancestor of all swords, allowed himself to be commanded by this fallen demon!
Yao Yue took the opportunity to help Xiao Wu leave and asked softly, "Can you control the sword?"
Xiao Wu nodded and shook her head, "Yes, yes, but I don't have enough time, so I can only carry myself."
"You can go directly. Don't worry about me."
As she spoke, several fairies holding pipa and guqin and fluttering in white clothes descended from the sky, followed far behind by a woman in black flying with a sword.
When Xiao Wu saw the woman in black, her eyes immediately lit up.
"Master!"
Qianxue also saw her, but when her eyes touched the woman in red next to her, she couldn't help but rub her eyes.
"It's strange. Why does this woman look exactly like her master?"
There were a lot of strange things happening today. She was looking for her apprentice when she saw all the sects of the Immortal Alliance coming towards Muyun Peak, which made her think that Xiao Wu had caused some big trouble.
"You're finally here." The woman in red breathed a sigh of relief at her.
If the appearance is a coincidence, then the voice is definitely not a coincidence. Qin Qianxue was shaken all over and said in a trembling voice, "Master?"
"It's me. Let's leave first, and I will explain the rest to you slowly."
At this moment, an exciting melody from the piano, like thousands of horses galloping, broke through the air.
Jiang Mi's expression suddenly changed, his pupils trembled violently, and his dark golden pupils gradually turned to blood color, just like the unconscious demons in the Demon Realm! Then the sound of the pipa sounded, like the cry of the Three Gorges ape or like the cry of a shark at night—extremely sad.
Qin Qianxue looked stern.
"Master, let's go quickly! This Miaoyin Sect's entrance song is heartbreaking and cannot be listened to for long."
As she said that, she was about to be pulled to stand on the sword, but she looked at the man in the center of the battlefield. Her heart tightened.
Jiang Mi's eyebrows twisted together, a sea of blood burst out from his eyes with a terrible violent energy, and the sword light around him became chaotic. He could only bend down and try to breathe, and finally he spurted out a mouthful of blood!
Although fallen demons cultivate faster, their minds are far less stable than those of ordinary people. If they cannot control their inner demons, they will become ignorant demons. Everyone could see that his mind was in danger, and all he needed was the last straw to break the bank. By then, no matter how powerful he is, his mind is like that of a three-year-old child, and he will only be slaughtered by others.
At this moment, a woman who was not afraid of death suddenly appeared and walked straight towards Jiang Mi. The thousands of swords didn't hurt her, so she stretched out her hands to cover his ears and mouthed the word "run."
The man took a deep breath, stood up straight, and brushed her hand away.
"No need... there is no need for you to pity me."
The woman was helpless and tiptoed close to his left ear.
"Then you have mercy on me. I don't want to be a widow."
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