The powerful aura was getting closer and closer, and the pressure became more and more terrifying. The two hall masters and princes sitting in the chair held the armrests tightly with both hands, and cracks appeared on the solid floor under their feet, so that they could fight against each other.

Gu Hongmingzhuo's position was still motionless, but the blue bricks under his feet were already split into pieces and spread like a spider web. Yuhuang's four swords used all his true energy to barely stand up straight.

Zhao Hanyu and several other teenagers were even more unbearable, and their feet were already a little bent.

"Pu" and "dong"...

The sound of knees hitting the ground was endless. More than half of the young students in the hall could not resist the pressure and knelt down.

Yumako felt this power and was overjoyed. She kept dancing and dancing on the hosting stage.

The Lord of Chaoyang Palace raised his head suddenly and shouted at Yeqiu outside the hall: "Master Kunlun, are you determined to be an enemy of our sect? Or are you arrogant and want to weigh the power of my sect formation?!"

There was no response above the night sky.

"Swoosh" and "Swoosh" sounds, two figures flashed in, coming very suddenly, scaring everyone in the hall!

After the two figures stood firmly, everyone could see clearly that it was Fu Gan, the demon clan’s Taibao, and Ke Maocai, the Murong family, who was enshrined in the throne, who returned.

The two of them looked at Xinyan and Murong Qianfan respectively. Seeing that the two little ones were not different, they felt relieved, and then turned to look at the night sky outside the hall with a shocked and solemn look.

A moment later, a long and sinister smile came from the sky. After the laughter, a slightly hoarse voice came into the hall: "What's so great about the national religion? Over the past few hundred years, besides the old man Ling Xiao, who was struggling to hold on, there are other powerful people who can make a move? It's just that they rely on the large number of people and some magical tools. How can these inequality methods be seen in my seat?"

The two palace masters were furious when they heard this. The Chaoyang Palace Master shouted: "The responsibility of our religion is to maintain peace and tranquility throughout the continent. Although your Kunlun Sect has many strong people, you have done shameful things for thousands of years. Now it has been ruined. What if there are many strong people?!"

A cold snorted in the air, and then said, "The reputation is ruined? History is written by the victors. Although the efforts are in vain today, when our sect makes a comeback in the future, we will discuss which is right and who is wrong."

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Everyone in the hall was attracted by the conversation between the Chaoyang Palace Master and the Kunlun Sect Master. No one noticed that Gu Hongming's gaze fell on the woman with a veil on Tingyuzhai. The two exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

Gu Hongming reached into his arms, took out a silver sword less than half a foot, and threw it gently into the air.

The masked woman moved her right hand slightly, flicked her fingers gently, and an invisible airflow shot out, touching the sword body of the small sword. Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the sky in the hall!

Everyone was shocked by the light and all turned to look up at the source of the light.

Yu Zhenzi looked up and suddenly her face changed drastically, and she shouted in panic: "This is... the sect magic sword?! You actually got the sect magic sword?!"

Taoist Zizhu looked at the silver sword with a very complicated expression and a very painful look.

The four swords of Yuhuang seemed to have escaped from the shackles of the pressure, and looked at the sect swords in the air, and their faces were filled with surprise.

Gu Hongming looked solemn, and his hands quickly formed seals. A golden light burst out from his hands, and then quickly rushed towards the silver sword.

His face suddenly turned pale, and it was obvious that the handprint just now had caused great consumption to him.

He didn't care to breathe, and two white lights popped up in succession, tapped the sword with two fingers, and shouted: "Cangqiu, slash!"

One gold, two white, three rays of light touched the magic sword, and suddenly, a domineering and sharp sword intent emerged, as if to cut everything in the world under the sword!

The sword light surged again, like a scorching sun coming!

Almost everyone in the hall closed their eyes, afraid of being hurt by this extremely bright sword light.

As the sword intent spread, everyone felt a stinging pain all over their body. Before the sword move was released, it seemed that they had been injured!

Blood spilled out of the corners of Gu Hongming's mouth again. He ignored it and pointed it out again, shouting: "Go!"

"bass!"

The silver magic sword was inspired by his true energy, and a loud sword sounded. The sword shadow flashed and turned into a magnificent stream of light. It had swept out of the hall, and a clever turn outside the hall gate and then rushed straight into the sky!

At this time, the sharp sword intent also left the hall and attacked the night sky. Only then did the people in the hall feel lighter and no longer have the pain of splitting.

The two palace masters and princes looked at each other, and Lao Ke and Fu Taibao looked at each other with serious expressions, and a deep sense of throbbing was seen in each other's eyes.

They were puzzled. What happened to this domineering and incompetent sword intent?

This is definitely not the sword intent that Gu Hongming could display. Who could it be?

Could it be...he?!

Yuhuang's four swords moved in a staggered manner, surrounding Gu Hongming in the center. They each held the sword in their hands to protect the Dharma for the elder brother.

Yu Zhenzi's face was ashamed when the sword intent first started. He understood what kind of sword this was, and the infinite hope that had just risen in his heart was shattered again, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Taoist Zizhu felt the extremely fierce murderous intent, and felt regretful and ashamed. He lowered his head and stopped talking.

A shock came from the air, and then a shrill shout immediately sounded: "This is the Sword Technique of Inquiry into the Heavenly Guiyuan?! Is it Xie Wuji here?! Xie Wuji! Come out!"

More than ten years ago, Xie Wuji killed Kunlun Mountain with a single sword. The Kunlun Sect Master was defeated by this set of sword techniques. Not only was he seriously injured, but he was even destroyed by the inner ancestral hall by the powerful sword energy. This was the biggest shame in the tens of thousands of years since the founding of the Kunlun Sect.

Tonight, he sneaked over Qingxu Villa and felt the sword intent of the sword technique again. The old shame and hatred of the previous generation surged into his heart. He forced his true energy to activate his true energy. The powerful aura that suppressed everyone increased again, and he wanted to force the Chongxiao sword from below!

Zhao Hanyu felt the aura and was secretly surprised, thinking that the Kunlun Sect Master really lived up to his reputation as the leader of the sect. Now he is enough to go along with Uncle Huayang!

After the silver magic sword rushed out of the hall gate, the golden light wrapped around it continued to surge, and it grew bigger and bigger as it soared into the sky, reflecting the night sky of the capital, and it looked extremely holy.

The Kunlun Sect Master in the air snorted coldly, his breath had reached its peak. He held his sword tightly in his hands, condensed the innocent energy that had been practicing for hundreds of years, and slashed hard at the magic sword that had already swept in front of him.

An extremely terrifying loud noise came from the sky. At the same time, all buildings in the entire capital showed clear light circles of different sizes, which were the protection formations of the national religion to protect the capital.

Then, countless metal friction sounds that made people extremely sour, and countless golden lights burst into the fields, with a shrill cry among them.

The figure in the night sky kept retreating to the high altitude, and the sword intent became more sharp and sharp, and he kept chasing him.

A moment later, the figure and the magic sword met again at a higher altitude.

This time, there was no big noise, only a few vague sounds of weapons and a loud shout: "Chain the sky?! Xie Wuji! I can't spare you!"

The sound became smaller and smaller, and the breath gradually became weaker and further away.

At this moment, a long and vicissitudes of life suddenly came, and then said, "Xuxinghai, do you think I am afraid of you if I let you go? Since it is the matter of your Kunlun Sect and Yuhuang Sword Sect, how can I interfere in other people's business? It will definitely make Xie Wuji do some effort."

When the people in the hall heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, thinking, is this the voice of the national master?

It turned out that he deliberately let the Kunlun Sect Master sneak into here and then let the Yuhuang Sword Sect attack him?

Another sentence came from the voice: "Okay, now Kunlun Sect has retired, you can continue."

Gu Hongming raised his head and bowed to the sky, and said loudly: "Thank you, Lord National Master, for your fulfillment!"

After he thanked him, his divine thoughts changed, his handprints changed slightly, and in an instant, the silver magic sword turned back from the air and came to the hall to float not far in front of him.

The tip of the magic sword faces downwards, and a ball of warm light wraps around the sword body, looking very mysterious.

Gu Hongming gasped for a moment, then turned his head to look at Yu Zhenzi, shouting, "Liu Yuzhen, what else do you have to say at this point?"

Everyone's eyes gathered on him again.

At this time, Yu Zhenzi's face was bleak, her face was extremely pale, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, as if it could not be cut off.

Seeing this, the two palace masters and princes, Lao Ke and Fu Taibao, as well as Taoist Zizhu and Gu Hongming were stunned. After a little more, their hearts were sunk.

A smirk appeared on Yu Zhenzi's face and said, "What can I have to say? I just have a question. You went down the mountain early to find Xie Wuji. His whereabouts have always been mysterious. In such a short time, how did you find him and then ask for this sword intent?"

Everyone in the hall was also very curious about this issue and looked at Gu Hongming, hoping that he could explain it.

Zhao Hanyu recalled the sword intent before, which was so stern, sharp, domineering and sharp, as if it was similar to the swordsmanship of the third senior brother Miao Huanyue, but it was much better than the third senior brother.

With just one sword intent, he could force a powerful man like Kunlun Sect Master to retreat. If he had come here in person, how powerful would he have to use a sword?

The more Zhao Hanyu thought about it, the more fascinated he became. Such a vast sword cultivation is worthy of being the number one divine sword in the world today!

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Surrounded by everyone's eager eyes, Gu Hongming did not answer Yu Zhenzi's question. He and the four junior brothers stared at Yu Zhenzi and quietly waited for his next move.

Yu Zhenzi was not disappointed when she saw Gu Hongming not answering.

He smiled again, blood from the corner of his mouth kept overflowing, and then continued, "Since my brother was killed under the sword of Xie Zhe, I have been determined to avenge him. However, Xie Zhe is strong, and I know that it is really a delusion to kill him with my own strength. Therefore, since the sect began to send orders to me more than ten years ago, I have followed it one by one."

"Originally, snatching the inheritance of Taoism this time was a god-given opportunity. As long as the inheritance position fell into our hands, the sect leader agreed to kill Xie Wuji for me. However, the variable of yours appeared at the beginning. Later, I never expected that the old man Ling Xiao could convince the five major bishops to unite and set up the formation of the God-killing Gods, so that all the plans of the sect would be defeated. This is the destruction of me by heaven, not the crime of war!"

Speaking of this, he began to cough violently, and he bent down, which was very painful.

After coughing for a while, he finally took a breath and continued to smile bitterly: "Just just now, I have cut off my heart and my life is in an instant. There is no hope of seeing Xie Zhe being killed in this life. Then I will go down and wait for him first, and I will kill him again when he comes to the underworld."
Chapter completed!