Chapter 120: Break the army with one sword

Piff was angry, blood splashing five steps.
The emperor was angry, and corpses a million.
So what is the sword fairy angry?
The sword fairy was angry and once attracted countless flowers all over the mountain.
There was also the sword immortal's anger, which caused thunder and wind dance in the sky.
And there was a sword immortal who was so angry that he could break through the army and kill the thousand armors.
His sword was named Pojun, the fifth-famous sword in the world. He once held this sword against the Nanjue army. After killing two thousand opponents with one person against ten thousand people, the Nanjue army finally collapsed and fled. . After the war, the soldiers of Nanjue retreated like ghosts and gods after hearing his name. However, he was not a benevolent and righteous warrior. The killing of Nanjue's army was not for the sake of Beili Jiangshan Sheji, but because when the Nanjue army came on horseback, it disturbed his nap.
The only sword immortal among the five sword immortals who is indistinguishable from righteous and evil. In the name of anger, he raises his sword with anger. He does not leave any leeway to kill people. He holds the sword of the king to break through the army. Only after the demon leader Ye Dingtian-Angry Sword Xianyan Zhantian.
Whether it is Minghou who wields a huge blade or Su Changli who holds a huge sword, he is taking the martial arts way of this predecessor, raising soldiers with anger, using anger to use soldiers, and even Su Changli's huge sword is flying into the sky. An imitation of the Sword of Breaking Army. In front of such a person, the five words "Minghou angrily kills" almost became a joke.
A hand stretched out and held the giant golden sword that Minghou had chopped down, Minghou glared in anger, exhausted his strength but could no longer go to the previous inch. With a sudden wave of his right hand, the swordsman pushed Minghou back.
"Arhat is fixed? Even Buddha can't hold me!" The swordsman shouted in a deep voice. Wuxin felt that the true energy that trapped him was broken instantly, and hurried back. The swordsman inserted the giant sword in his hand into the soil, and suddenly grasped the hilt with his right hand: "Okay, if you want to see my sword, I will let you take a good look. But don't regret it!"
At the hilt of the sword, the sword gas flowed suddenly, and the swordsman drew out the sword abruptly. The surrounding ground exploded, and the sword body suddenly appeared cold, and there seemed to be blood entangled around the sword body.
"Baojun sword, the world's famous sword ranks fifth, and is known as the sword of the king." There was a bit of exclamation in the unintentional expression, "You really are the angry sword fairy!"
As soon as the voice fell, the sword had reached Wuxin's face.
According to the legend of the rivers and lakes, there are only three sword moves of the angry sword fairy. When he draws the sword, that is, when he draws the sword, there will be no hesitation in the middle!
Wuxin shouted angrily, double-sleeved dancing, white robe flying, and shouted: "Stop!" A huge heart clock appeared in front of him.
Prajna heart clock magic! He had used this martial arts in a confrontation with Lord Jinxian, but this one was not the secret technique in the Raksha Hall, but was passed on by his master Wangyou. Zen Master Wangyou didn't like to fight with others in his life, so he devoted himself to studying this prajna clock, using the Buddha's heart to block the sword of killing.
But the heart clock was pierced by a sword in an instant.
Wuxin leaped back, folded his hands together, his white clothes flew up, and the heart clock had been successful several times, but it was all smashed by the sword of the angry sword fairy, and the sword was forced to Wuxin's chest. The speed of the sword was extremely fast, and the golden light was flowing in the unintentional eyes. On the day of transportation, the speed of the sword was instantly slowed down by dozens of times in front of his eyes. His toe was a little bit, and the body was leaning back in an almost impossible position-Ruyitong .
Angry Jianxian's sword was worthy of slashing across his chest, leaving a trace.
Wuxin's palms slammed on the ground, and the whole person lay on the ground and retreated quickly, stopped beside Minghou, then slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and sighed: "Embarrassed Up."
"You have entered the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm." Yan Zhantian put down his sword and said in a deep voice.
Wuxin shrugged: "How about entering the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm, facing a senior like the Raging Sword Immortal, it's not just for being beaten."
"Why did you enter Beili?" Yan Zhantian asked, the hat still pressed low, unable to see the look on his face.
Unintentionally asked: "Then how do you return to Beili? As far as I know, Senior Angry Sword Immortal has been traveling in Beiman for several years, so why suddenly remembered that he was coming back."
"You don't seem to understand my rules." Yan Zhantian put the sword on his shoulder and stretched out his hand to press his hat.
"Dare to ask Rage Sword Immortal's rules?" Wuxin smiled bitterly. This time he returned to the outer heavens and re-learned the martial arts in the Langyue blessed land on the basis of the six links of Buddhism. He soon entered the Freedom Heaven Realm, but compared to the angry sword immortal who entered the Heaven Realm for more than ten years In terms of it, it seems that Xiaoyao Heaven Realm is not a great realm.
"My rule is that I can only ask others questions, others are not qualified to ask me." Yan Zhantian walked forward step by step, "If you want to ask me, ask my sword first."
Tangmen.
Lian Yuege outside.
Grandpa Tang was sitting on the steps outside the pavilion, smoking a pipe slowly one by one. The Lianyue Pavilion behind him closed the door, surrounded by several long chains, and there was a Tangmen in each of the four directions. Disciple, closely guarding Lianyue Pavilion. Tang Huang finally arrived in a hurry after Grandpa Tang finished smoking a whole pipe of cigarettes.
Grandpa Tang put down the pipe and said quietly, "Why are you alone? Where's Tang Lian."
Tang Huang lowered his head: "Sect Master Ye Anshi suddenly appeared and rescued Tang Lian."
"What kind of sect master outside the sky, it's just a teenage boy." Grandpa Tang hit the ground with his pipe.
Tang Huang bowed his head and dared not speak, and he felt like a knock on his heart, and he was nervous in a cold sweat. Although he was in charge of the outer room after Tang Lianyue, his posture in front of the old lady was far different compared to Tang Lianyue.
"You are a disciple of the same generation, you might as well Lian Yue too much." Grandpa Tang sighed.
Tang Huang nodded: "Yes."
"But because Lianyue is a talent in the sky, she is not under control." Old Mrs. Tang stood up, "Let's go after Tang Lian is gone. It's just that the girl is a trouble. General Ye Yingxiao, get into trouble. With such a person, the road after Tang Sect is not easy. Now we can only pin our hopes on an old friend."
"Old friend?" Tang Huang puzzled.
"An old friend is coming to meet me. That old friend has a weird temperament, and he will kill someone who doesn't like it. He happened to be on the way to Tang Sect, and he should have already arrived at this moment." Tang The old lady stood up and walked slowly forward. After walking for a long time, he turned around, looked at Lianyue Pavilion, and sighed, "Lianyue, if I kill your most beloved apprentice, would it be all my life? No need to meet."
There was no sound in Lianyue Pavilion, and no one seemed to be in it.
Grandpa Tang didn't seem to want any answers, turned around, and walked forward step by step.