Chapter 1237 Ending the pride and inheritance of Huanxing Sect?

"It's a pity that in front of us today, your life is at an end, leaving only... a road of death!"

"As long as I kill you, the Huanxing Sect will be destroyed!!!"

The fat monk spoke again, and after finishing his words, he turned his hand, and the huge palm print condensed in front of him brought up a blazing wind, sweeping towards everyone in the Huanxing Sect like a stormy sea.

The forceful move was powerful, like the ruthless scythe of the God of Death, snatching away lives.

But...at the critical moment when everyone's life and death are at stake.

"What a dead end? But you...are not qualified!!!"

A sweet voice came from outside the sky.

At the same time as the voice came, three sharp sword lights roared over and struck the huge palm print in unison.

With a loud explosion, energy scattered in all directions, causing dust and sand to fill the sky and the earth.

Amid the flying dust, Li Piaoyue and three others flew over, their auras surging, all exuding intimidating power.

"Huh? It's Piao Yue, Piao Yu and Huai Yu!!!"

"I can't believe they would come at this critical moment."

"Great, great, we are saved."

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His eyes quickly penetrated the thick dust and fog, and he saw Li Piaoyue and three people flying towards them.

The disciples of the Huanxing Sect who were in deep despair were all ecstatic and wept with joy.

Only Lu Chenyuan and the other four golden elixir stage elders were overjoyed at first, but when they saw a figure in green clothes and white hair behind the three of them, their smiles suddenly froze, their hearts skipped a beat, and their brows wrinkled again. .

In the past, Li Piaoyue and his group of seven people left together with the elder of the Secret Pavilion.

At this moment, only three people, or rather... four people appeared.

This... is not a good sign.

At the same time, everyone in the Zhao Dynasty, as well as the fat monk at the head, also quickly looked at the person.

At first sight of someone interfering, everyone's expressions tightened at first, but when they saw that there were only four

Golden elixir stage monks appeared one after another and immediately relaxed again.

Even though the strength and momentum displayed by the four of them were all impressive, the Golden Pill... was just the Golden Pill after all.

The fat monk squinted his eyes and stared at the leader Li Piaoyue, "Oh? There is actually a fish from the Huanxing Sect that slipped through the net?"

"Looking at the aura, cultivation level, and strength of the three of them, they are really impressive! Among the Huanxing Sect, the ones with such strength must be... other true disciples, right?"

"However, with such strength, you also want to save people?"

At the end of his words, the fat monk's expression changed, and his tone became sharp and sharp.

His slightly narrowed eyes showed undisguised contempt.

"Hmph! Whether we can save people or not, we'll find out in the first battle!"

"Not everyone can bully the people of the Huanxing Sect."

Li Piaoyue frowned, and her eyes immediately showed a cold light. After saying this, without even thinking about it, she raised her hand and pointed her sword finger in the air.

Peiran's true energy intertwined in the air to form sword seals, which instantly submerged into the Yuehua Sword hanging in front of him.

"Xiaofeng Zanyue!"

A cold voice sounded, and the Moonlight Sword suddenly glowed with moonlight.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, blowing up the dust all around.

In the flying dust, the Moonlight Sword drew an arc, like a moonlight arc, pointing directly at the fat monk in front of him.

And behind Li Piaoyue, Li Piaoyu and Sun Huaiyu were not slow in taking action.

The powerful move came out again, and under the control of the two men, their respective flying swords, accompanied by the moonlight arc on both sides, also stabbed the fat monk.

The three of them showed their profound skills and powerful strength, and their eyes were fixed on the fat monk in front of them, knowing that...the many monks of the Great Zhao Dynasty present all had this person as their core.

If this person loses, it will be a huge blow to the morale of others. If they fight again then, they will have more chances of winning.

"Okay, okay! We won't know until we fight!"

"Is it the magic star sect's secret skill? It's really powerful, but... in my eyes, you guys are not very good at practicing this skill!"

"You might as well open your eyes wide and see the power of your Huanxing Sect's secret art!"

The fat monk praised him again and again. When faced with the incoming sword light, he did not panic at all and showed his calm attitude.

As soon as he finished speaking, his hands intertwined quickly, forming sword seals with the same hands.

The moment the sword seal was completed, a half-empty and half-real full moon pattern slowly emerged in front of him.

The moon wheel rotates, and a majestic sword light slowly emerges from it.

"What? This... this is the unique skill that only the master of the Huanxing Sect can practice, the Taixuan Moon-Sealing Sword Technique???"

Seeing this scene, Li Piaoyu exclaimed.

Not only the three of them, but also Lu Chenyuan and others, their expressions changed dramatically at this moment.

Not only did he recognize this move, but he also felt how powerful it was.

Before the sword move was made, the dust floating around was hovering in the air at this moment.

In the hands of this fat monk, the sect's secret skill 'Tai Xuan Feng Yue Sword Technique' showed even more amazing power. Obviously, the other party's understanding of this move is definitely far better than that of the previous sect leader Xi Longxuan.

But before everyone could recover from the shock, it only took a moment.

"Tai Xuan Feng Yue·Zhan!!!"

The fat monk shouted loudly, and the majestic sword light completely separated from the moon wheel, and with an unrivaled attitude, he fiercely faced Li Piaoyue and the three flying swords.

"Qiang!"

There was a crisp loud noise, sparks flying all over the sky like silver flowers falling from iron trees, and thousands of stars blooming.

In the dazzling scene, Li Piaoyue and three others flew backwards with their flying swords.

Only the fat monk

The flying sword, with fireworks all over the sky, took advantage of the situation and threatened the lives of Li Piaoyue and the three of them.

This move is extremely fast and extremely powerful.

Li Piaoyue and the others were so shocked that their faces turned pale, and the true energy in their bodies was running wildly. However, facing the attack in front of them, they were unable to resist it. They could only watch the sword light flying towards them.

"Haha, is this the strength of the true disciples that Huan Xing Sect is proud of? It seems... Huan Xing Sect's so-called plan to use the power of the entire sect to cultivate unparalleled strong men is nothing more than that!!!"

"The so-called pride and inheritance of Huanxing Sect, today...will be ended by me!!!"

Seeing the sword attack approaching, killing the three people in front of him with just a few clicks, the fat monk laughed and sneered repeatedly.

But before he finished speaking, he heard a deep voice coming from his ear.

"End the pride and inheritance of Huanxing Sect? By you?!!!"

Just when the sword light was about to engulf Li Piaoyue and the others, Su Twelve flew up and landed behind the three of them.

I saw him holding a whisk in one hand, and the Bagua formation plate spinning in the other hand.

Blessed by the true essence, the Bagua pattern on it blooms with bright brilliance.

Immediately, a Bagua formation flew out, with a 'bang' sound, and penetrated into Li Piaoyue's back.

In an instant, Li Piaoyue's aura rose again, reaching its peak in the blink of an eye.

Peiran's true energy surges out like a tide, and the moon mark appears between the eyebrows, blooming with moonlight.

In the air, the Yuehua Sword, which was retreating rapidly, trembled slightly and then emitted a strong light.

The sun mark between Su Twelve's brows also appeared at this moment.

The fly whisk in his hand flashed with light, and the body of the Wuchen Sword emerged, like the rising sun, with a glimmer of light.

Deep in the light, the Wuchen sword spirit vibrated its wings and chirped in a low voice.

The next second, Su Twelve's Wuchen Sword and Li Piaoyue's Moonlight Sword merged into one, surrounding each other like the sun and moon alternating, and then met the flying sword of the fat monk in front.