After the sect was destroyed, the whole continent relied on me to ascend

Chapter 9 The Old Ancestor

At this moment, the top of Wanjian Mountain Range.

The Yuxu Sword Sect’s once-in-a-decade apprenticeship conference is being held.

The huge square is crowded with people, but it is orderly.

Jingxuan Continent is divided into the world of monks and the world of mortals. In the world of monks, everyone knows that people in the Yuxu Sword Sect are not allowed to make mistakes, otherwise, no matter who you are, you will be beaten.

People of all ages and genders were waiting in line to test the spirit bones. They all wanted to soar into the sky and step into the gate of Yuxu Sword Sect.

In the distance, several figures in white attire, with sword patterns embroidered on their sleeves, stood solemnly, carrying long swords.Even if he doesn't say a word, he carries his own majesty that makes people unable to look directly at him.

Just then, a mutation arose.

The high-altitude clouds suddenly stopped, and suddenly there was a "click" sound, and the sky exploded!

In the blink of an eye, thousands of swords were launched in unison, shooting rapidly towards the foot of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Range.

Yuxu Sword Sect's sword rang out with a "whoosh" sound, and countless swordsmen in white drew their swords and flew high into the sky.

Someone yelled angrily: "Who is going into the mountains? They don't know whether to live or die!"

The next second, the Ten Thousand Sword Formation was broken.

"boom!"

In the violent explosion, Wanjian shattered into pieces, and two figures in white fell from the sky.

One is as graceful as a startled dragon and smiles with his hands behind his back, the other is as frosty and as cold as an iceberg.

It was Luo Jiuqiu and Yunfu.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sword array in the sky exploded like fireworks, and countless broken swords fell down with broken light.Occasionally a bit of frost falls, refreshing the bones and blood.

Because it comes with a formation, even if it breaks into pieces, its power cannot be underestimated.

Suddenly, in front of the Yuxu Sword Sect's mountain gate, many non-practitioners screamed, cried miserably, and hid with their heads in their hands.Some outer sect disciples roared and formed a formation, kneading secrets and spreading their defenses.

More inner disciples had their swords hanging in the air, surrounding Luo Jiuqiu and Yun Fu.

The phantom of the iceberg flashed behind the two of them, making it difficult to figure out who was responsible.

Luo Jiuqiu was bathing in the flying frost and broken swords. Hearing the inner disciples of Yuxu Sword Sect around him scolding and cursing someone, he smiled sincerely.

"court death!"

"Don't want to live anymore?!"

"Kill them!"

"Take them to sacrifice!"

Luo Jiuqiu sighed: "In the past, the number one sect in the world was so violent that it was evident."

At that moment, some disciples were dissatisfied and drew their swords and shouted angrily: "What about the past? Our Yuxu Sword Sect is also number one now!"

Luo Jiuqiu smiled, shook his finger, and said with regret: "You are about to be destroyed, so you should go to the underworld and be the first."

After saying that, Luo Jiuqiu turned his head to Yunfu and sincerely suggested: "Sword Lord, these ignorant children are disrespectful to you. Why don't you kill them all? After all, you are here to destroy the whole sect." "

Luo Jiuqiu's few words filled him with hatred, and countless inner disciples were like moths fluttering into the fire, raising their swords to kill him.

Luo Jiuqiu turned sideways and hid behind Yun Fu.

Yunfu had no expression on his face and slowly raised his sword.

No one could see clearly when he drew his sword, but there was only a "bang" sound, and the waves of energy spread out. The disciples of the Yuxu Sword Sect who rushed over were like ants in the sea, rolled by the turbulent waves, and flew back dozens of feet in an instant.The Wanjian Mountain Range is deathly quiet.

Those with lower cultivation levels all fell to the ground with bleeding from their mouths and noses.Those with higher cultivation levels also suffered from ringing in their ears and dizziness. They staggered to their knees and held their heads, unable to get up for a while.

Looking carefully, Yun Fu didn't draw his sword, he just waved it casually, but the sword was not unsheathed.

But maybe it was God's will, and the Nine-Kill Sword Master, who was always cruel and ruthless, did not hurt anyone this time.

Luo Jiuqiu felt a little pity.

Pouring his lips, Luo Jiuqiu decided to make a sincere and kind suggestion again: "Sword Master, you must be cruel, or you will die in the next second, then I will be very heartbroken."

"The ancestors are merciful!"

At the critical moment, a figure rushed over very quickly and stood in front of many disciples. Before Yunfu could take action again, he bowed respectfully and screamed heartbreakingly.

"Ancestor, please do it slowly, these are your disciples! If you want to kill me, chop me into pieces! Don't get your hands dirty!"

Luo Jiuqiu, who was fanning the flames, rolled his eyes regretfully.

The person who came was Chu Zhiyi, one of the four elders of the Yuxu Sword Sect. He had white hair and a childlike face, sharp eyebrows, and a deep crease of the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows. He looked very serious and old-fashioned at first glance.

But the serious and old-fashioned Chu Zhiyi admired the sword master Yunfu very much.

Chu Zhiyi obviously knew that Yunfu suffered from amnesia and mental problems. He first made a heart-breaking speech about his arrogant loyalty, then changed the subject and asked cautiously: "I don't know if our ancestors are here and we are not welcome at a distance. It’s Zhiyi’s sin! I just don’t know how these young disciples rebelled against the ancestors. I hope the ancestors will hand over these useless things to Zhiyi. Zhiyi will definitely call them...ah!"

Xu Shi couldn't stand Chu Zhiyi's verbosity, so Yun Fu slapped Chu Zhiyi away with a flick of his sleeves.

Chu Zhiyi covered his red face and screamed excitedly, which made people feel like he was beaten, but he felt quite happy inside.

"Hiss." Luo Jiuqiu trembled with coldness and turned to Yunfu: "Sword Master, this person is also from the Yuxu Sword Sect. He is equally annoying. Why don't you kill him together?"

He said the question in a declarative tone, which made his heart clear.

"Okay!" Chu Zhiyi suddenly realized it. The fanboy turned into a firecracker, suddenly slapped the ground with his palm, and rushed to Luo Jiuqiu. He was ready to use his big move and shouted angrily with his eyes wide open.

"Witch! Why did you deceive the Nine-Slay Sword Master?!"

If it hadn't been for this witch's deception, how could the Sword Master suddenly break through the mountain-guarding sword formation and almost kill his fellow disciples?Even if they want to be killed, they should be left to Zhiyi!

The sound of "Nine Kills Sword Master" instantly broke through a thousand waves like a boulder.

The disciples of the Sword Sect who were knocked to the ground were all trembling with excitement and excitement. In an instant, they all stood in unison, struggled to get up, bowed respectfully and kowtowed, and loudly said: "Welcome the Sword Master!"

Those in the square who were running around with their heads in their hands a second ago were all dumbfounded now.

Even if you haven't started practicing yet, you still know the reputation of the Nine-Slay Sword Master.

It is said that the No. 1 Yuxu Sword Sect, the Nine-Kill Sword Master Yun Fu, has nine major killing moves. The weakest move can split mountains and seas and move the sun and the moon. If all nine moves are used together, the color of the world will change, all demons will bow their heads, the sword will not leave any life, and corpses will appear everywhere. , once killed nine demons in nine moves, hence the name Nine Kills.

The Nine-Slay Sword Master has a great reputation and is suspected of cultivating the path of killing. However, to the Yuxu Sword Sect, he is the patron saint and ancestor, respected and worshiped by millions of people.

Perhaps because the scene of thousands of people kowtowing in front of him was familiar, Yunfu frowned and did not slap the people away again because of his displeasure.

Chu Zhiyi observed Yun Fu's face carefully and respectfully, but still found nothing.

At this time, Luo Jiuqiu, who was hiding behind Yun Fu, slowly turned his head, raised his eyebrows at Chu Zhiyi, raised his lips and smiled, with a look of shame on his face.

Chu Zhiyi was furious, pointed at Luo Jiuqiu and cursed: "Stop the witch! I...I..."

Chu Zhiyi didn't get any results for a long time, and his eyes widened even wider. Even the crease of the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows was instantly smoothed out because of his expression of shock.

Chu Zhiyi pointed at Luo Jiuqiu and shouted out Poyin: "Why is it you? Impossible! You, you should be dead long ago!"

(End of this chapter)