Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 178 The Corner of the Sky

Once again, Zeming Island was littered with corpses, and countless corpses piled up together, which was terrifying.

Tang Ge could no longer hold on and sat down against a boulder. The Devil's Crying Sword was stuck on the ground in front of him, and blood slid down along the blade and blended into the soil.

Bu Tianyan came out from the hiding place, with some minor injuries, caused by Chen Song's dying counterattack. He looked at Tang Ge with his eyes closed and breathing weakly, and suddenly felt an inexplicable thought.

But this kind of thought quickly disappeared, because he thought of a person, the person who could control his life.

"Why do you say you are doing this?"

Bu Tianyan said calmly, wondering if Tang Ge heard it.

After a while, Tang Ge still had his eyes closed, but his lips moved slightly and said, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Bu Tianyan ignored it and threw out the mountain and river fan, which floated and rotated above Tang Ge's head. Circles of true energy rippled down and enveloped his body.

Tang Ge felt a lot more relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bu Tianyan shook his head helplessly, looked at Ji Qingyun, then at Gu Zhiyue, then walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down again.

Shouldn't anyone come again?

As he thought this way, his body gradually tensed up. Sure enough, within an hour, several figures emerged from the mist.

They were all dressed in blue clothes. Although the clouds and swords on the skirts were obscured by the miasma, they were very clear.

Bu Tianyan's face darkened suddenly, thinking what happened, even the people from Yunjianzong came, and he had seen the middle-aged man in the lead.

A practitioner in the upper realm of Qianyuan, the next person in Yunjianzong who is most likely to step into the phaseless realm, Wei Kong.

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As expected of a big shot, Wei Kong just frowned when he saw the pool of blood and corpses on the top of the mountain, which was undoubtedly much better than the stunned and even retched Yunjianzong disciples behind him.

He saw Bu Tianyan for the first time and said, "What happened here?"

Bu Tianyan shrugged and said, "You don't know how to read it yourself."

Wei Kong's eyes swept across the top of the mountain, and he saw the seriously injured Tang Ge under the Shanhe Fan and the Devil Weeping Sword beside him. He also saw Ji Qingyun and Gu Zhiyue, and even the corpses of giant birds and beasts not far away were covered by him. All in sight.

These people were either seriously injured, or their eyes were closed. In short, none of them were awake.

Wei Kong looked at the bloody corpses again, the sword marks were slender and deadly, then his eyes fell on the Devil May Cry Sword, he seemed to understand something.

"Tang Ge, you are really addicted to killing."

He made a faint sound, and there was a playful look in his eyes. Tang Ge closed his eyes under the fan of the mountains and rivers, and did not move. I don't know if he heard him.

Several Yunjian Sect disciples came to their senses and deliberately avoided the piled corpses.

"Master, this is a great opportunity, we must never let Tang Ge run away again!"

A disciple said, but immediately the disciple looked in Gu Zhiyue's direction again, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Master, what do you think she is doing?"

Wei Kong frowned slightly. He could naturally feel that the sword energy emanating from Gu Zhiyue was establishing a special connection with the sword-shaped stone tablet.

He took one step forward, and a layer of cloud energy appeared on the surface of his body, instantly releasing powerful sword energy.

Bu Tianyan shook his head helplessly, walked to a distance of Zhang Xu in front of Wei Kong, and happened to block Tang Ge and Gu Zhiyue.

Wei Kong frowned, and said: "Bu Tianyan, you can stand up for them, but you are not qualified to be an enemy of Yun Jianzong, you are not worthy!"

Bu Tianyan was not angry but happy, folded his arms and said, "You think you are You Dongjie?"

A cold look flashed in Wei Kong's eyes, and he said in a cold voice, "You dare to call the suzerain by the name, you are courting death!"

The sword energy left the body and pointed directly at Bu Tianyan.

Bu Tianyan's complexion gradually became serious. Although he was also in the upper realm of Qianyuan, Wei Kong was by no means comparable to Chen Song's generation.

He stretched his hand back to recall the mountain and river fan spinning above Tang Ge's head.

But the next moment, he stopped his movements, and the zhenqi that was about to be released in his body also converged into the sea, his face calmed down, and he raised his head to look at the sky.

A crystal clear snowflake rapidly enlarged in his pupils.

Seeing the snowflake, Wei Kong's expression changed suddenly.

Several Yunjianzong disciples suddenly thought of something, and their bodies couldn't help shaking. It wasn't because of the sudden drop in temperature, but the figure that followed after the snowflakes fell.

Dressed in white, with skin as cold as snow and frost, it is the sound of the Kunlun Mountains.

After Wei Kong saw her, he thought of retreating.

Nian Ruyin stretched out her jade hand, flicked her slender fingers, and a snowstorm swept out in an instant, effortlessly destroying the sword energy around Wei Kong, and then drowned several people.

After the snowstorm, several ice sculptures appeared. Among the ice sculptures were the dilated pupils of Wei Kong and others, and in the pupils were desperate but helpless eyes.

Bu Tianyan couldn't help trembling, and took a few steps back, trying to stay away from Nian Ruyin as much as possible.

Nian Ruyin flicked his fingers, and two extremely powerful qi poured into the bodies of Tang Ge and Ji Qingyun. A layer of frost immediately appeared on the surface of their bodies, and at the same time, the injuries in their bodies were getting better at an extremely fast speed.

After doing this, she glanced at Gu Zhiyue, then walked to the edge of the cliff and stood quietly.

Bu Tianyan didn't dare to speak out, thinking to himself should I go now or not?
If you go, do you want to say hello to her?
In the midst of such tangled psychological activities, several more rays of sword light quickly flew to the top of the mountain.

Wu Cangyu, Ning Zhiqiu, Wen Zhuo and Tantai Li all arrived.

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Most of the practitioners who died on the top of Zeming Island were loose cultivators, and some of them came from small sects, such as the Lihuo sect, the Great Compassion sect, and the Yan sect.

The deputy head and head of the Lihuo Sect passed away.

The extremely high-status elder and two disciples of the Great Bei Sect died.

The young elder who was about to succeed the sect leader of the Anan Sect and several disciples all died.

The poisonous miasma is a very conspicuous place on the ancient ruins battlefield, and as time goes by, it attracts more and more practitioners.

Lihuo Sect, Dabei Sect, and other sects of Yanzong couldn't get in touch with their fellow sects using the secret method of the sect, so they guessed that something might have happened.

Based on various previous signs, they suspected that something might have gone wrong in the poisonous miasma.

As a result, more and more practitioners began to gather towards Zeming Island, and many of them were practitioners from top sects.

With the help of Nian Ruyin, Tang Ge and Ji Qingyun's injuries soon healed by [-]% to [-]%, but there were still some traumatic injuries that looked extremely grim.

When Ji Qingyun saw the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood all over the ground, he couldn't help being startled. Only after looking carefully at the sword wounds and the remaining sword energy did he know what happened.

He looked at the awakened Tang Ge, and couldn't help shivering. It wasn't because of Tang Ge's bloody methods, but because of Nian Ruyin's true energy.

Tang Ge let out a breath of cold air, looked at Nian Ruyin and said, "Thank you very much."

Nian Ruyin turned around and looked at him, and said in silence for a moment, "Why are you hitting so hard?"

Tang Ge glanced at Gu Zhiyue and said, "Zhiyue has a great opportunity, and if he is interrupted, his life will be in danger."

Nian Ruyin hummed, and stopped asking.

The top of the mountain was quiet for a long time, the sky was getting darker, the miasma was gradually dissipating, and the bloody atmosphere lingered for a long time.

At a certain moment, a shocking sound of howling swords resounded through the sky.

The eyes of everyone on the top of the mountain were all looking at Gu Zhiyue, to be more precise, at the sword-shaped stone statue beside her, from where the howling sound of the sword came from.

A moment later, sword energy roared out, the sword-shaped stone statue suddenly burst, and broken stones flew.

The gravel that bounced towards Gu Zhiyue instantly turned into powder after touching the sword energy on the surface of her body.

A ray of azure sword light floated slowly from the broken stone statue. The light was bright and dispelled the darkness, but the shape of the sword could not be seen clearly.

The faces of Wu Cangyu, Ning Zhiqiu and the others changed slightly. They are sword cultivators, so they can naturally perceive the power of the blue sword light.

Its power is not inferior to the Sword of Great Harmony of Heaven and Earth.

Gu Zhiyue slowly opened his eyes, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to hold the blue sword light.

The sword light quickly drew into her palm, revealing the appearance of the sword body.

In late autumn, the cloudless sky is the thickest and deepest blue, and this sword seems to be a corner torn from the sky.

A three-foot sword with a slender body and deep blue body. The pattern on the hilt is just right for holding.

The sword body is as smooth as a mirror, and there is a curved blue pattern on both sides, the color is deeper, and it turns three times, like a horned dragon that passes through the clouds and brings out clouds.

The pattern is located one third of the way up from the tip of the sword, slightly farther from the hilt, but just right.

Gu Zhiyue held the hilt of the sword and pointed it straight at the sky. As night fell slowly, the sword whistled faintly like the night wind.

Wen Zhuo stared at the extraordinary sword, swallowed, and said, "What kind of sword is this?"

Gu Zhiyue said: "Excellent."

(End of this chapter)