LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 51 With My Sword, I Will Play A Funeral Song For You!
In front of Sword Pavilion.
Xiao Xuan knew that Xiao Yuanshan would be defeated, but he did not stop him.
In this battle, Xiao Yuanshan was not only fighting for him but also for himself.
If he were to stop it right now, it would probably affect his Taoist mind.
It will restrict his future improvement in swordsmanship.
Keng...!
Keng...!
The sound of the piano is like thunder, and the Heavenly Demon dances wildly.
Xiao Yuanshan slashed furiously with his sword, but he was ultimately no match for the endless demons.
He planned to penetrate the giant shadow of the demon and kill the demon Zongheng in front of the Heavenly Demon Qin, but it was obviously impossible to achieve it.
If things go on like this, Mo Zongheng will remain invincible.
Mo Zongheng said coldly: "It's over... You are good, but you are not strong enough!"
"Do you think you can win me now...?"
Xiao Yuanshan's eyes flashed with light and he shouted violently.
The next moment, the aura around him surged wildly.
"Sword kills gods and Buddhas!"
A golden giant sword appeared from behind, pointing straight into the sky like a sharp edge.
"The Killing of the Holy Demon!"
Mo Zongheng said, and the Heavenly Demon piano flew up in front of him.
Countless strands of demonic energy flew out and met the giant sword that Xiao Yuanshan slashed in the air.
boom...!
boom...!
A loud noise was heard, and Xiao Yuanshan flew backwards.
This flight flew all the way to the Sword Pavilion, and even the body was still retreating rapidly.
Xiao Xuan's figure flashed.
He stepped forward and placed a palm lightly on Xiao Yuanshan's back, stabilizing his retreating figure.
Xiao Yuanshan turned around and looked, his eyes fell on Xiao Xuan and said: "Divine Child, he is left to you."
Xiao Xuan said: "Well, just rest and I will fuck him."
Xiao Yuanshan turned around and walked forward. Two young disciples came in a hurry and wanted to help Xiao Yuanshan.
He waved his hand and said, "No, it's just a minor injury!"
Hearing this, the two Xiao family disciples left.
At this moment, no one noticed that Xiao Yuanshan wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth without leaving a trace!
"Let that Xiao Xuan come out. None of the younger generation of your Xiao family can beat him."
At this moment, Mo Zongheng was sitting in front of the Heavenly Demon piano, looking extremely proud.
Mo Wu Ling and Mo Tian Yuan floated down from the magic boat and appeared next to Mo Zongheng.
Both of them looked towards the Sword Pavilion with arrogance...
Motian Yuan said: "Mozi, Mojun is not far from Sword Pavilion. It can take at most half an incense stick to reach here."
"Um."
Mo Zongheng said calmly, and then said again in the direction of Sword Pavilion:
"Where is the Xiao family's Divine Child? Do you dare to show up and fight?"
At this time, Xiao Xuan slowly stepped out.
It seemed that his steps were neither urgent nor slow, but in an instant he appeared in front of Mo Zongheng.
Mo Zongheng's expression changed slightly and he said, "Are you...?"
Xiao Xuan said calmly: "I am the Divine Child of the Xiao family you are looking for. If you want to fight, take action quickly!"
"Anyone who offends my Sword Pavilion will be punished no matter how far away he is! You are a guest from afar, so I will let you make the first move. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Xuan sat cross-legged, as if an old monk had entered meditation.
Before Mo Zongheng could speak, Mo Wuling, who was standing behind him, sneered.
"Are you a young man worthy of letting Demon take action? Let me kill you!"
"Are all the women in Demon Race so big and brainless...?"
Xiao Xuan glanced at a certain part of Mo Wuling and said expressionlessly.
Hearing this, Mo Wuling suddenly said angrily: "Shameless person, die!"
Xiao Xuan was very helpless.
He didn't do anything? How shameless?
At this moment, Mowu Ling flew through the air and attacked Xiao Xuan.
Xiao Xuan shook his head and sighed softly: "Isn't it good to be alive...?"
Keng....!
The sword chant came, and a silver light flashed across like a meteor.
Mo Wu Ling's forward body flew backwards.
A huge blood hole also appeared in his heart.
Soon, Mo Wuling's consciousness completely faded, and his body died.
She didn't know where that sword light came from until her death.
This sword is too fast!
It's frighteningly fast!
Mo Zongheng's expression changed and he looked at Xiao Xuan again.
Obviously, this Divine Child of the Xiao family is much stronger than he imagined.
"Tian Yuan, take Wu Ling down."
Motian Yuanji rushed out, took Mowu Ling's fallen body, and looked at Xiao Xuan angrily.
"Tian Yuan, step back."
Mo Zongheng said coldly.
Motian Ape then backed away unwillingly.
Mo Zongheng said with a cold expression: "Xiao Family Divine Child, you have successfully angered me."
Xiao Xuan looked playful: "Then what? What will happen?"
Mo Zongheng frowned deeply, a flash of anger flashing across his face.
Obviously, this Divine Child of the Xiao family is not afraid of him at all!
This is intolerable!
I saw Demon Zongheng placing his palms lightly on the Heavenly Demon piano, using his ten fingers together.
Then he saw masses of demonic energy raging domineeringly, transforming into thousands of forms.
There are monsters, mysterious beasts, magic soldiers, Saint Weapon...
Seeing the scene in front of him, Xiao Xuan was fearless.
He waved his sleeves lightly, and the Hongmeng Sword was suspended in front of him.
"Ancestor, Xuan'er is...?"
Seeing this, Xiao Xiaotian asked hurriedly.
Xiao Qingfan said: "Stop talking, I'm just watching."
Little did he know that Xiao Qingfan was also extremely curious, what on earth was Xiao Xuan going to do?
Xiao Xuan raised his eyes slightly, looked at Mo Zongheng and said, "I will use my sword to play a funeral song for you!"
Keng...!
Keng...!
The fingertips flicked over the sword.
Sounds like sounds of nature came one after another, and Xiao Xuan seemed to be really playing music with his sword.
For a time, the void was filled with desolation and chill.
It seems like thousands of troops are galloping on the battlefield.
Mo Zongheng looked at Xiao Xuan with a blank expression, and said disdainfully: "Hmph! If you don't draw your sword, you will definitely die!"
At this moment, a shocking scene suddenly appeared.
As the music of the piano came, thousands of sword lights appeared in front of Xiao Xuan to greet the flying demonic energy.
And this was just the beginning. In the next moment, countless flying swords gathered in the sky above the Sword Pavilion from all directions...
It's like ten thousand swords hanging upside down in the void, filled with a soul-stirring sword power.
"The sword energy rushes across nineteen states, and the light of one sword is as cold as thirty thousand miles!"
Xiao Xuan said calmly while flicking his sword, and countless swords flew together,
But at this moment, they gathered into a sword, pointing at the demon Zongheng.
"If you can take this sword, Demon, I will lose!"