C433 sword like rainbow

His sword was like a bolt of lightning, and his voice was like a clap of thunder.

Everyone only saw a streak of light tear through the sky above their heads. Before they could even turn their heads back, they heard a loud sound. Only then did they see an ordinary sword nailed to the enormous plaque.

"Bam!"

A huge bronze bell fell from the sword, heavily smashing into the space between the two red platforms. The ground was covered in dense cracks like spider webs.

Not only did this sword fly over by itself, there was even a bronze bell as tall as two people hanging on its blade. However, its speed was too fast before so everyone couldn't see it clearly.

The bronze bell only fell when the sword was nailed to the signboard.

Everyone in the Jianxin Sect was stunned, they had never met such a person who dared to cause trouble at the entrance of the Jianxin Sect, and the rest were shocked, shocked that the mad man in the martial arts world dared to be so arrogant, directly smashing the factory during the wedding ceremony for the head disciple of the Jianxin Sect.

Those with some insight were all astonished and shocked. To use an ordinary sword to carry a bronze bell that weighed at least one hundred jin, flying up from the foot of the mountain, just what kind of strength did this person have? Everyone compared themselves in silence and then felt their hearts go completely cold.

"Crack!"

In the silence, the signboard in the sky cracked open from where the tip of the sword had nailed it, then split into two halves and fell onto the bronze bell on the ground, emitting a crisp sound. However, this time, the cracking sound that was mixed with golden fragments was more like ruthless ridicule.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the foot of the stairs.

A tall and straight figure wearing a stone mask was stepping forward. His steps were steady and he had eight swords stuck in his back. With each step he took, it seemed as if he would leap out of his scabbard at any moment.

"Chen Qingyi, give the bell to Jianxin Sect!"

Words burst out from the figure's mouth, and his voice was like a thunderclap that resounded throughout the entire mountain.

Escort the clock, send them off to the end!

It was a naked humiliation to send a congratulatory bell on someone else's wedding day!

"It's him!" Leng Qiutong recognized with a glance, and immediately grabbed onto Meng Qinglou's arm in excitement, as he shouted in pleasant surprise, "He's here! He really came! He said he would! "

Meng Qinglou stopped in her tracks. Looking at the figure standing on the stairs, who seemed to be made up of a thousand people, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble. Although she knew he would come, she was still very shocked when she saw this scene with her own eyes.

But aside from this shock, why was there a hint of jealousy?

Jealous of his own disciple?

Jealous of the fact that she couldn't put on her red makeup and stand on the stage and watch him rush through the mountains for her?

"Ling Su", Mei Yuhuang suddenly came to her senses, only to realize that her Master had placed him on a chair.

"You really are my most prized disciple. You actually woke up so quickly after being hit by a leaf of incense." Her master looked at her, not knowing if it was admiration or heartache.

"I'm going to save the spirit medicine!" Mei Yuhuang didn't have time to look into the matter of him being knocked unconscious. He jumped up and was about to rush out, but he was stopped by his own master.

"Master! You still want to stop me!? Even if you stop me today, I will still go! " Mei Yuhuang said flatly.

"I will only stop you once." "But for now, you should first take a look."

Mei Yuhuang stared blankly for a moment, then turned to look in the direction of her master's gaze, only to see a person walking up the mountain from the opposite direction.

"Who is he?" Mei Yuhuang was surprised, and quickly turned her head to look at the Moon Spirit Seed.

As her red makeup fluttered in the wind, her red hair was also torn off. She was blown away by the wind and rushed to the edge of the stage to sit down. She only wanted to get a step closer to the figure.

"It's him." Mei Yuhuang thought about the person that Yue Ling Su had mentioned a moment ago, and couldn't help but feel a sense of danger.

"How dare you, dare to insult my Jianxin Sect, don't think that there is no one in my Jianxin Sect!" The host standing at the top of the stairs finally woke up from his shock and shouted angrily, "Like a tiger!"

"Jianxin Sect Zhong Ru Hu is here to take your head!" A handsome human figure rushed out from a seat at the side of the stairs, with a white robe and a cold sword, he stabbed towards Xu Qingmo.

"Sword Berserk Bell is like a tiger!"

"He is the third disciple of the Jianxin Sect, only beneath the Sword Young Master Xiao Jianming and the Sword Woman Xiao Shuhua. He is the third person in the new generation in the Jianxin Sect!"

"Rumor has it that he was only one step too late for Xiao Jianming, and was also preparing to break through his Gui Zhen Realm."

"Asking him to make a move, looks like Jianxin Sect wants to end this farce quickly, if we don't let it drag on for too long, their Jianxin Sect will lose all face."

"The Feral Tiger Sword in his hand is one of the top five swords in the Jianxin Sect, the Feral Tiger Sword.

As the crowd was discussing and exclaiming, Zhong Rhu had already arrived at the top of the stairs in front of Xu Qingmo. He looked down from above and thrust his sword downwards with a ferocious aura as if he was a ferocious tiger descending from the mountains.

"Cang —"

A cold light leapt out from Xu Qingmo's back as a miserable figure flew out from the sheath. Blood sprayed out into the air.

"Thunderbolt!"

A crisp sound of a sword shattering resounded, and the fragments scattered like snow.

Before the crowd had finished speaking, Zhong Rhu had already flown out and landed on the ground. He vomited a mouthful of blood and his white clothes were immediately stained with red and his entire body was twitching uncontrollably as blood frothed at the corner of his mouth. He was staring at the calm and composed Xu Qingmo with fear and trepidation.

Xu Qingmo also threw away the sword hilt that had disappeared. Without even looking at Zhong Ru Hu, he lifted his leg and stepped over his body, continuing to climb the mountain.

"Hiss hiss."

Gasps could be heard from the guests seating on both sides of the hall.

Zhong Rhu, who wielded the Tiger Sword, was cut down by a sword in the terrain that he was most adept at. He fell to the ground and vomited blood; he couldn't even get up!

The Feral Tiger Sword also directly shattered into pieces!

Although the sword in that person's hand was also broken, the most common Blue Edge Sword that he sold to ordinary people was like a toy knife under a kitchen knife before the Feral Tiger Sword!

However, even though the Tiger Sword was broken, the Blue Edge Sword still had a sword hilt. It could be seen that this person's strength was not only strong, his control over his strength was several levels higher than Zhong Rushu's!

Everyone looked at Xu Qingmo with fear.

Since when did such a fierce person appear in the martial arts world?!

"Tripartite Sword Formation!" The host at the top of the stairs shouted again.

Three figures in white jumped out at the same time and surrounded Xu Qingmo. The tips of their swords trembled as though they were looking for a chance to pounce at a cobra.

"The Tripartite Sword Formation is the sword formation that the Jianxin Sect relies on the most. A group of three people can unleash ten times the power. It is the best trump card for the disciples of the Jianxin Sect."

"These three people were all in their forties. At that time, the backbone of the Jianxin Sect, was not any weaker than Zhong Rhu, and when they used the Tripartite Sword Formation, even the Gui Zhen Realm experts would be flustered. Seeing this, the Jianxin Sect was truly fearful of this Chen Qingyi."

"I wonder if he will be able to survive the Tripartite Sword Formation."

"Although I have to admit that he is very powerful and crippled Zhong Rhu with a single sword strike, if he wants to take this power head on, then forget it."

"No, I think he can defeat this sword formation!" Leng Qiutong suddenly said, clenching his fists tightly, he stared straight at Xu Qingmo's voice.

"Little girl, what do you know? The might of the Tripartite Sword Formation is not something that a single Zhong Rhu can match up to. "

"Hmph, I believe him!" Leng Qiutong nodded heavily.

"Cang —"

There was another sword chime, followed by the sound of swords shattering.

Three bloodied silhouettes dressed in white scattered around. Xu Qingmo threw away the sword in his hand and walked up the mountain!

The few people who were just discussing suddenly became silent, the face of the person who mocked Leng Qiutong turned red.

"The Tripartite Sword Formation was also slashed down by him!"

"That's the Tripartite Sword Formation!"

"Just what kind of background does he have? How can he be so terrifying? How can I only know about his strength now?!"

Shocked cries sounded out from time to time, all of them being extremely shocked by Xu Qingmo's appearance.

"My Jianxin Sect. This is not a place for you to behave atrociously. The host was angered and said loudly.

swish swish swish swish swish *

Forty-six white figures flew out like butterflies from a flower and surrounded Xu Qingmo, revolving non-stop. Xu Qingmo, who was constantly climbing the mountain, was at the center of all the circular swords that were pointed at him.

"The Heavenly Gossip 64 Sword Formation!" I can't believe I saw this sword formation! "

"This is the Jianxin Sect's Great Sect Protection Formation. At that time, the Tripartite Sword Formation reached its peak, and according to legend, it was a sword formation that was used on the battlefield, a terrifying sword formation that could only be used when facing undefeatable enemies on the battlefield!"

"It is said that all those who died in this sword formation became minced meat. Even the closest of friends would not be able to recognize which part of the knee was the finger!"

"What about those who are not dead?"

"No one can come out without entering this sword formation!"

"Even if he's stronger than the heavens and a person is trapped in this type of sword array, it still isn't something that can be broken by just one or two swords."

"I still believe in him. He will win." Leng Qiutong said firmly.

Everyone looked at Leng Qiutong, then shook their heads, they felt that Leng Qiutong was confused, and no longer wanted to refute, instead, they focused on watching the stone-masked man fight alone against the terrifying 64th level of the Eight Trigrams Swords Formation!

"Crack!"

Amidst the sixty-four spinning figures, the sound of a sword shattering could be heard.

Everyone looked over, whose sword had shattered?

"It's him!" His sword is broken! " Someone exclaimed.

Yes, the sword in Xu Qingmo's hand shattered, and the remaining 64 swords remained unharmed, they rotated even faster, and was one step away from Xu Qingmo's body!

Xu Qingmo threw away the sword hilt in his hand and pulled the fifth sword from his back.

"Crack!"

Another sword shatter sounded. As everyone expected, it was still Xu Qingmo's Blue Edge Sword that broke, the other 64 swords had almost cut his clothes, and pierced through his mask!

"Sure enough, he's not a match for this sword formation."

"It's over. He can at most pull out another sword, and then he will be smashed to smithereens."

"No matter how strong a person is, if his brain doesn't work, he will only be seeking death. If he comes to Jianxin Sect to cause trouble, there will only be death."

"I won't!" Leng Qiutong stood up and said.

"Little girl, there are no heroes in this world. Anyone who wants to fight against a large group of people will have a bad ending. He is doomed."

"I won't!" Leng Qiutong looked at Xu Qingmo with a determined gaze.

"Crack!" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded once more.

"Look, his third sword is broken! He's dead!"

"Crack!" Before this person could finish his sentence, another sword shatter sounded.

"Hmm?" Everyone was astonished. Shouldn't they only make a sound? Did that person just pull out two swords?

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"…"

The sounds of swords breaking rang out incessantly. There were a total of 64 sword sounds!