Chapter 776: Anger

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Chapter 776
Tick!
A drop of muddy sweat beads slipped from Fan Wujie's cheeks, making a very faint sound, but in a deadly space, it was so clear, echoed in everyone's eardrums.
The crowd present maintained their original posture, and their gaze was still looking in the direction of Xuanjian Valley. The expression on their faces was dull and silent, revealing an awkward atmosphere.
There were more and more sweat beads on Fan Wujie's forehead. He pinched his handprint again, and his voice roared like thunder: "Three thousand swords-now!"
Speaking, the sword spirit rising from the sky was even more tyrannical, as if to tear apart the clouds, but this time, there was still no movement in the direction of Xuan Jiangu, only the screaming voice of the wind.
The eyes of the Wanjian Pavilion's crowd moved, and weirdly looked at Fan Wujie. Even the three thousand Tianling disciples had their cheeks flushed, their sword fingers retracted, and they bowed their heads awkwardly.
As for those who are far away from the ancient stars of the stars, they are all amused by this embarrassing scene, looking at Fan Wujie with sarcasm, just like an idiot, very dazzling.
Staring at these hot eyes, Fan Wujie's face turned red, especially the laughter and the embarrassment that filled the void, which made him rise to a strong sense of anger.
However, when he was about to speak for the third time, the ethereal voice of the sword spirit suddenly sounded in his mind, saying: "No more effort, the three thousand swords are no longer in the secret library."
"what?"
Upon hearing this, Fan Wujie was so shocked that his eyes were all protruding, and he immediately responded: "How is this possible, three thousand swords have also been stolen?"
Hearing Fan Wujie's consternation, Jian Ling made a sigh. He had just prepared to explain, but he saw that Fan Wujie's figure turned into a gray-black sword light, breaking through the void, and swept toward the black sword without looking back. Valley.
His speed is extremely fast, like the streamer, he rushed into the Xuanjian Valley with a brutal attitude, and ran directly into the strategic secret library.
Boom!
The door opened, imprinted in the eyes of Brahma, is a huge, empty chamber, where there is no trace of cultivation resources, only a stone platform stands there, empty, revealing a strong sense of disorganization.
Fan Wujie's eyes widened, his pupils squeezed, and the violent beating of his heart could be heard clearly in the empty vault. His mouth opened and closed, as if he could not accept the scene before him.
At this time, a sword spirit in white appeared.
He stood behind Fan Wujie, his face filled with helplessness, sighing: "That day, the mysterious strongman looted in Wanjian Pavilion and forcibly collected the spirit veins. The means was really mysterious. I also discovered three thousand after a long time. The sword was also stolen. "
"Three Thousand Swords, containing a mysterious array, can directly display the Great Sword Array. It is the secret weapon of the Wan Sword Pavilion. Even if someone can steal it, it will inevitably attract resonance from the Sword Array. How can it disappear without a trace? The voice? "Fan Wujie immediately asked back, immediately leaving the sword spirit dumb, and the frustration on his face worsened.
He was able to hear that Fan Wuwu's remarks had a strong sense of blame, but he could not refute.
At the beginning, Chu Xingyun relied on the black hole epee, and entered the state of black concealment, which can converge all sound and light breath, and even the fluctuation of spiritual power. It can be said that there is no sound, and ghosts and gods are unpredictable.
The sword spirit of the legendary ancient sword is the defeat of the black hole epee. Even if he recuperates for thousands of years, he cannot see through the black hidden state, nor can he stop Chu Xingyun.
Sword Spirit's silence made Fan Wujie feel suffocated. He glanced around, his eyes suddenly focused on a corner, where a black scroll was actually placed.
Fan Wujie held out his hand and took the black scroll in his hand. After slowly opening it, he saw a large line written on it: Thanks to Wan Jiange for his gift. I will come again soon!
The few figures reveal a strong sense of ridicule. Suddenly ignited the raging anger in Fan Wujie's heart. His body began to tremble, his pupils shrank, and a red color representing anger was spreading.
"Don't take my sword pavilion, and dare to speak madly, if you don't peel you and bones, I swear not to be a man!" Fan Wujie spewed out a mad sword gas, tearing the scroll into shatters, and he turned back, that anger The crimson eyes made the sword spirits startle.
However, waiting for the two to continue to speak, successive loud roars came, and these roars, from far and near, even completely covered the Xuanjian Valley.
Fan Wujie's face changed, immediately rushed out of Xuanjian Valley and came into the void.
In the field of vision, I saw that the crowds of the ancient stars of the stars gathered together and formed four spiritual arrays. For a time, the stars swept the world, and the sky was infinite, and the world was changing. Among them, there was a spiritual array, which was faintly in the shape of a tiger. Tiger, there is a very violent atmosphere in the void, covering the whole sky.
The other two spiritual arrays, one in the east, turned into a real dragon body, endless stars, endless starlight, the momentum falling down from the sky can oppress the sky, while the other is in the south, blazing like a sparrow, every strand Starlight seems to come from Taikoo, and the power of destruction is eternal and immense.
The last Spirit Array was the largest. A shadow of a magnificent basalt appeared above the Spirit Array. When roaring in the sky, the stars turned into tides, surging, and surging towards all directions.
These four spiritual arrays, each occupying one side, each spiritual array is divided into seven spiritual arrays, flexible and variable, walking around the Wanjian Pavilion, but every flickering flickering emits a dazzling bright starlight, Falling from the void, crushing everything, crushing the void, and rushing towards the Wanjiange crowd directly.
"Dead!" Gu Fanxing spit out the word coldly, and instantly, the endless starlight tore the world, feeling the power of this endless starlight, all the people in Wanjian Pavilion's eyes were frozen, revealing the divine light, this starlight cover The sky covered the sun, so horrible, before it fell, it seemed to be going through them all.
Huh!
Stars of light fell from the void and touched the ground for a moment. They suddenly startled countless blood lights. In a moment, a disciple of the Wanjian Pavilion died on the spot, the blood spattered wantonly, and the sky was red.
"Damn!" Fan Wuchen's expression was cold, and all the sword masters shot out towards the void, but the number of starlights was too large, and just over the sky, they were overwhelmingly oppressed, and, that spirit array Actually moving, continuously staggering positions, so that the starlight covers the entire space.
"This is the twenty-eighth star array of the ancient stars of the stars, seven are one party, and the four parties are gathered. If one rushes forward, it will only be blocked by thousands of stars, and it will fall into a dilemma." At this moment, Yun Changqing's solemn voice came.
Underneath, the four sword masters who passed the pulse rushed over, their eyes glanced around, their faces ugly.
The people of the ancient ancestors of the stars are proficient in the path of the spirit array, and have integrated the spirit array into the technique of the crape myrtle. The tens of thousands of people form an array and are unpredictable, and can continue to lead the star streamer.
"In order to avoid death and injury, the best way now is to let all Jiangge disciples retreat, based on the sword array, so as to resist the attack of the starlight, otherwise, it will only increase the casualties." Tang Yunhuan immediately answered, in front of them The whistling sound of the starlight kept coming out, too dense, and it went straight into the Wanjian Pavilion, ruthlessly harvesting a lot of fresh life.
Twenty-eight constellations of stars have been completed, walking around in the Quartet, flexible and changeable, coupled with the thousands of stars landing, the people in Wanjian Pavilion are still close, so there are countless casualties, let alone counterattacks.
The minds of the sword masters were trembling and their expressions were complex. Just as Yun Changqing was about to continue to speak, a gray-black sword light suddenly rushed in, and the cold-faced Fan Wuluo walked out of the sword light and stood in the center of everyone.
I saw him look at the cloud and evergreen, and then glanced around at a distance, the beach of scarlet blood stains, and the broken limbs of the flat ground, immediately stirred all the anger of Fan Wujie.
"This place is Wanjian Mountain, the root of Wanjian Pavilion, and the ancient ancestors of the stars are slain, how can we retreat?"
Fan Wujie's eyes were somber to the extreme, the sword pointed a little, and his voice resounded in the void: "This battle is about Wanjian Pavilion's honor and disgrace. It can only enter, not retreat. A road! "