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Chapter 57: Great Driver, Come (Part 2)(1/3)

Yishui Terrace, with the Lord of Haoran Peak as the center, formed an absolute realm.

Outside the domain, there were countless corpses of monster beasts commanded by the Huanling Sect to launch attacks, a mass of blackness.

I don’t know how many demonic beasts were cut across by the Taibai Sword, and their corpses were separated. I don’t know how many demonic beasts were smashed to pieces by the Taibai Sword, turning into blood and debris.

The only thing that can be known is that the river named Yishui is now completely dyed red with blood, and it is scarlet.

The seriously injured monster struggled to stand up, but could not, and staggered down again.

This is truly a tragic and extremely bloody scene.

In the vast sky, battles have taken place countless times, but those as heroic as this are rare.

Peak Master Haoran, who was in the center of the bloody meat grinding ground, still had no expression on his face, his expression was still so calm, and his brows were still so gentle.

Awe-inspiring, untainted by dust.

Therefore, even though he was killing like this, his eyes were still as clear as light, without any bloodshot appearance.

This is a boring battle.

Kill monsters, and then kill monsters again.

The roars and shrill wails of monster beasts seemed so monotonous.

The so-called monotony is numbing repetition.

From the beginning to now, Huanling Sect has filled this place with at least a thousand monsters.

clank!

The sound of sword clanging never ceased.

Roar! Roar!

The roar of the monster beast never stopped.

Peak Master Haoran has never retreated even a step from the beginning to the present.

Because behind him is the teleportation circle.

After the teleportation circle, there is Qiuyan City of Jianzong.

Woohoo!

Suddenly, a sharp whining sound came from above Yishui.

Then, the monster finally stopped charging.

It's not that Huanling Sect can't bear this kind of loss.

Instead, a man wearing a Xuanwu robe appeared on the horizon at some point.

He was walking towards Master Haoran with slow steps.

At this time, the scene was in chaos, but after this man appeared, it seemed like a taboo existence, the king of beasts had arrived.

All those noisy and crazy monsters fell silent.

Only the sound of the sword remains the same.

Haoran Peak Master Li Shiyi narrowed his eyes and looked at the visitor, his brows twitching.

Comers.

Huanling Sect, the master of Xuanwu.

A monk in the title realm.

Challenger.

Sword Sect, Master of Haoran Peak.

A monk in the Four Tribulations Realm.

Can you win?

Does not.

Peak Master Haoran knows this very well.

No matter how strong the Sword Sect monks are, they still belong to the human level.

The title of the Four Tribulations War Master is no longer something that a human being can do in the human world.

However, he was extremely peaceful and smiled with trust.

Who can he trust so much?

Who can make him so peaceful?

It's just a voice that only hears the sound but does not see the person saying "I'm coming."

This is the extremely familiar voice of Peak Master Haoran.

From the leader of the Sword Sect, Xie Qingyun.

One of the only two great swordsmen left in the world.

It's finally here.

Peak Master Haoran said in his heart.

Master Xuanwu of the Huanling Sect and Qingyun Sword Immortal of the Sword Sect came to Yishui Terrace together.

Who can stop the demons?

Nowadays, there is only Jian Zong.

The most powerful force in the Sword Sect is Xie Qingyun.

Xie Qingyun is here.

Lord Xuanwu also deserves to die.

.........

The cold wind blew gently at Yishuitai.

Xuanwu Lord Xunxun, in his robe, looked at Peak Lord Haoran who was standing on the flesh and blood, with extremely humane complex emotions on his face, and sighed: "Even if I, the inner demon clan, personally take action, I can't surpass the number one person in the world.

Zong…”

"The Sword Sect is worthy of being a Sword Sect."

Under the control of the Heart Demon Clan, the Huanling Sect has become more and more powerful over the past two thousand years.

But no matter how he gained momentum, Jian Zong remained motionless and suppressed him.

"It's just that, as a monk of the Sword Sect, if you don't keep a close eye on your Eastern Territory, why would you be bathed in blood in Zhongling?"

Xuanwu Lord said leisurely.

"It's a good life, why don't some people know how to cherish it?"

The leader of the Huanling Sect, who was actually one of the three souls of the Soul Master, showed an expression of great regret.

Peak Master Haoran understood the hidden meaning of Master Xuanwu's words, looked at Master Xuanwu, nodded and said: "Yes, a good life, why don't some people know how to cherish it?"

Master Xuanwu frowned, obviously surprised as to why Peak Master Haoran could still behave so calmly and be so confident in this situation.

He looked at Master Haoran up and down.

Finally, I couldn't help laughing.

"A monk in the Four Tribulations Realm actually said such arrogant words to me?"

"Don't you think you can kill me with your Four Tribulations cultivation?"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

At the end, Lord Xuanwu stopped all his smiles and became extremely indifferent, with murderous intent and sarcasm clearly visible in his eyes.

"You, a Sword Sect monk, don't really think you are invincible, do you?"

Peak Master Haoran did not answer, but suddenly no longer held the sword.

He held the Taibai sword across his chest.

His hair flows without wind, like a black river flowing.

Immediately afterwards, the Taibai Sword on his chest suddenly began to buzz, as if it was impatient to be born and drink blood, and it seemed that it had encountered some powerful being and was struggling.

Stupid!

A sword cry!

boom!

A sword roar.

The dark Taibai Sword turned into a black sword light and split through the wind, piercing the Xuanwu Lord with a sharp thrust, as if it was going to penetrate the Xuanwu Lord who had reached the realm of the Supreme Master.

In the invisible field of vision, a completely transparent and extremely thin gray shadow of the sword body, visible only to the sword master, shot out together with the Taibai Sword and clung to the top of the Taibai Sword.
To be continued...
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