Chapter 40 The violent him and it

Jian Wudao looked up at the dark vortex in the sky with a calm gaze.

Looking at the thunder of disaster that kept surging, even if it was already a thunder that was close to black, the lightning that showed its face only now.

Yu Qingliu's heart seemed to be broken by something, and it hurt tightly.

He wanted to rush over and break up the black clouds.

But he can't.

On the other side, the Supreme Elders took action.

The heavenly disaster becomes more and more moody.

Judging from the posture, Jianmen probably won't be protected.

Eight great monks all took action, and together with several original seventh-level elders from the Sword Sect, everyone took action to evacuate the disciples, and moved the treasury away, including the secrets in various schools, and quickly transferred them.

At this time, I didn’t care about the damage. I was slower and I didn’t tell any more about it. I was gone.

The black thunder gradually outlined a ferocious human face and looked at Jian Wudao frantically.

A black light rushed down from the sky, and the target was Jian Wudao standing on the top of Jianshan Mountain.

This thunder tribulation in the Xuantian Holy Land has even swept across the entire Xuantian Realm.

This place can be seen anywhere in Xuantian Realm, black clouds.

Countless people pray silently in their hearts.

There is no one in the sword valley within a thousand miles.

Everyone was thousands of miles away, watching quietly and praying.

Although hope is slim.

Everyone saw the black light and their faces changed.

The first catastrophe is the catastrophe of luck.

This black light is a true disaster of luck.

If the person who survives the tribulation does not have enough luck to protect him, he may even die directly under this black light.

But everyone still has confidence in Jian Wudao. The leader of the Jian Sect should be fine if he has the luck of the Jian Sect.

All the children of Jianmen who were evacuating urgently were standing on the mountain peak at this moment, looking at the scene in front of him with heartache.

When the seven great elders of Jianmen saw this scene, they shouted: "Sword disciples, obey the order!"

"Sword disciples obey orders!"

"Get out the sword!" the elders shouted.

Then, the seven elders with the highest cultivation level sat in the front, and the disciples behind them also sat cross-legged.

A series of light white sword lights gradually overflowed from them.

This is their Jianmen fortune. Now it is withdrawn to help the sect leader make a breakthrough.

If you lose, everyone's luck will be damaged and you may never be able to overcome the disaster in this life.

Of course, if Jian Wudao crossed over.

The foundation of all of them will be stronger and the sword will be more solid.

But everyone knows that this is a battle without going back.

A swordsman must draw his sword even if he is weak.

Milky white sword lights flew towards the sword valley.

Little by little, a white sword slowly took shape.

Seeing the sword blocking in front of him, even Jian Wudao's calm heart suddenly felt turbulent at this moment.

Behind him are tens of thousands of disciples of the Sword Sect.

The black light approaches, and the sword intention takes shape.

The white giant sword rushed towards the black light without hesitation.

The tip of the sword hit the center of the black light, making a harsh stinging sound.

The black light flows, still smooth.

And the giant sword was a little overwhelmed at this moment.

The disciple of the Sword Sect on the mountain closed his eyes and gritted his teeth tightly, but his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Jian Wudao was below, his eyes were red, and he held the sword tightly.

He could not take action in the battle of luck.

He could only pray, pray that they would stop and not damage the foundation for him.

Bang, huge white air waves hit the four sides.

The giant sword shattered, and the black light continued to fall, but it was a little dimmer than just now.

Nearly ten thousand disciples of the Sword Sect turned red at the same time, spitting blood in their mouths, and staring at the black light thousands of miles away with bright red eyes.

The elder in charge, blood overflowed from his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Sword disciple, come out his sword!"

Then, he endured the backlash of luck and formed seals with both hands.

"Get out the sword!"

A disciple was confused and shouted loudly.

This is a war of swords.

The elders of other sects, including the Holy Lord and the Supreme.

Everyone stood quietly in the void, looking at the blood-stained mountain peaks, and their hearts were filled with indescribable pain.

Even if you are unconscious, your luck will be damaged.

However, the sword energy is still vast.

Draw a sword, draw a sword.

A series of white small swords gathered into sword rain and headed towards the sword valley.

The way of luck cannot be interfered with.

They looked at the disciples and elders who were burning their boats below, and even if they wanted to stop them, they were still a little powerless.

The black light looked at the white sword rain rushing towards him, and it stopped slowly.

The black light turned into a human form, faceless, and turned his head toward the place where Jianyu rushed over.

Jian Wudao below could no longer hold it back, and the vast spiritual energy burst out completely.

Jian Wudao shouted, "Come here, come for me."

He wanted to move, and wanted to use his sword to completely destroy the hatred thing in front of him.

A confinement force suddenly burst out, dragging him tightly,

He seemed to see the black lighted human figure curled his lips at him, and then rushed towards Jianyu.

The black air was raging, black fog covered the sky, and the black light turned the entire area into black.

It can be seen that he wants to destroy all the swords of luck.

When they saw the Black Light Crazy Man, it was not only Jian Wudao who was shocked and angry, but also who were the elders.

Even, they felt a hint of conspiracy.

The sword rain rushed towards the black light, and the speed did not slow down slightly.

The sword is invincible.

However, the arm can't twist the thigh.

After the white sword rushed into the black fog, it was entangled and then slowly melted.

A trace of scarlet blood flowed from the corners of the disciples' mouths, and they fainted.

On the other hand, the people from the Medicine Sect were also ready.

Seeing this scene, I quickly went up the mountain to save people.

The backlash of luck will lead to spiritual energy surging, unstable roads, and disordered meridians.

After seeing Jian Yu being swallowed by black fog, Jian Wudao's eyes completely turned red.

Even the spiritual power emits scarlet red.

The black light gathers the black fog, giving people a little tired.

Looking at Jian Wudao, who showed a blood-red aura below, his emotions flowed out with disdain.
To be continued...