The iron sword soared into the air, without the slightest miracle, and without the Bat King following and constantly attacking, the iron sword returned to its original ordinary appearance.

Probably only the sword marks on the Yellow River that refuse to disappear can prove the strength of the sword intent contained in the iron sword.

The Bat King only held on for more than fifty miles, but he really couldn't resist the increasingly powerful power on the iron sword.

But even more than fifty miles away was enough to make the Bat King and his men excited enough.

Spirits are different from human beings, they mostly rely on their instincts to swallow the aura of heaven and earth, and for their existence, the harvest of fifty miles is enough to make these spirits tremble with excitement.

They already have the instinct to swallow and exhale aura, and after receiving all kinds of mysterious aura transmitted from the iron sword, a rough method that suits them quietly has a framework in their hearts!

For the sake of this method, even offending the hidden dragon is worth it!

Fifty miles away, the goal of the Bat King and the spirits under his command is basically on the iron sword, as long as there are means, they will attack the iron sword as much as possible.

Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary conflicts with the hidden dragons, most of the spirits subconsciously avoid collisions with ordinary humans.

Even ordinary humans are as fragile as ants.

As for the few fools who were targeted by the Hidden Dragon and Dragon Tiger Mountain because of their collision with humans and causing casualties, the Bat King didn't care about them at all, and directly chose to give up.

Fifty miles later, the Bat King was already scarred, feeling that there were more and more transcendents following all the way on the ground, as well as the fighter jets whistling in the distance, the Bat King gave up the iron sword a little unwillingly, and in a scream, he rushed towards the mountains and forests with his subordinates.

Whoosh!

One after another, the missiles were launched immediately after, directly locking on to the Bat King.

The official was already furious at the bad behavior of the Bat King, and the military sent fighters as soon as possible without the need for Qianlong to apply.

If it was the Bat King in his heyday, the military might still be afraid of this flying demon king, but at this moment, the Bat King was obviously scarred by the constant attack on the iron sword, and the military wanted to take advantage of his illness to kill him!

The appearance of fighter jets undoubtedly caused a burst of exclamation on both sides of the Yellow River, but compared to the fighters who quickly disappeared from sight, the humans on both sides of the Yellow River were more concerned about the opportunities contained in the iron sword.

The Yellow River meanders and is a natural wonder.

Around the old road of the Yellow River, which is like a Taiji diagram, a large number of people are noisy and nervous looking in the direction of the source of the Yellow River.

"The latest news on the Internet, the Bat King retreated, was chased and beaten by fighters, and I don't know if he will die. ”

"It's coming, it's coming! The rumored Yellow River water dragon is coming!"

After a while, the crowd suddenly became in an uproar, only to see a yellow dragon surging above the Yellow River, spreading the old voice of Tianxingzi to both sides of the Yellow River.

The Yellow Dragon roared past, its huge and magnificent, not inferior to the tide of the Qiantang River.

And what followed Huang Long was the humming sound of the sword.

In the crowd, in a blank area isolated by the human wall, the Sanyin Old Dao had already set up the altar and made all kinds of preparations before casting the spell.

Seeing the flying sword attacking, the eyes of the old Dao of the Three Yin lit up, and he burst into a shout: "Lord of the stars, hurry like a law!"

With that angry shout, the talismans on the altar burned out of thin air, turning into a mysterious and mysterious power to bless the body of the three yin old dao.

Under the means that have been prepared for a long time, Sanyin Lao Dao waved his sleeves: "The wind comes, the clouds come!"

So, between the ups and downs, the old Taoist of Sanyin was full of Taoist robes, and he flew towards the Yellow River like a feather.

"The Lord of the Stars forgives, and the thunder punishes the demons!"

In mid-air, the three yin old daoists who were soaring clouds and mist held the law with their hands, and the void gave birth to talismans, and then a thunderbolt exploded out of thin air, slashing towards the iron sword accurately.

Bang!

Before the thunder bombarded the iron sword, a thunderbolt erupted out of thin air on the iron sword, directly annihilating the means of the old Dao of the Three Yins.

The purple mist also escaped in the thunder bombardment, and the three yin old ways were not angry but happy, and the law that had been prepared for a long time was fought out without even thinking about it:

"Curse!"

The invisible power turned into a visible big hand, and a large area of diffused purple qi was detained, and then like an addict, the old Dao of Sanyin began to suck wildly, and the look of enjoyment on his face was like an orange cat that had met catnip.

"Grass! Old Taoist, you have to give us some soup if you eat meat!"

"Alas, alas, floated over...... it, they're blowing it away with a spell!"

"Go to those Taoist priests who have just cast spells, they must be trying to blow the mist to them!"

On the shore, looking at the picture of the top superlative powerhouse in Huaxia, the first person in the Dao Gate, the Sanyin Old Dao, shook the iron sword, and then the iron sword gave chance, the crowd was boiling.

Especially after a few little Taoist priests used the breeze talisman to blow the purple mist towards them, the crowd squeezed towards the few little Taoist priests with pale faces with red eyes.

! With this flow of people, the extraordinary will have to be trampled to death!

Fortunately, the Sanyin Old Dao above the Yellow River is not a vegetarian, although the purple mist enters the body, and a faint spiritual light lights up in the heart, but this does not hinder the old Taoist's movements.

Especially after seeing that the junior disciples of Longhu Mountain were about to be scared to pee, Sanyin Lao Dao hurriedly threw out a sword talisman.

As soon as the sword rune came out, it immediately turned into an illusory flying sword and slashed towards the iron sword!

The sword rune successfully attracted the attention of the melon-eating masses on both sides of the strait, and did not disappoint them, and before the sword rune slashed the iron sword, a sword qi condensed by runes erupted on the iron sword, and both the sword runes and the sword runes shattered in an instant, turning into a large white mist exuding a sharp aura, and drifting away in the wind.

The white mist that exuded a sharp aura floated lightly towards the bank of the Yellow River, and finally made the few little Taoist priests with pale faces go around the ghost gate and then come back.

"Duh!"

In the sky, Sanyin Lao Dao's face was already flushed, and his means of flying through the clouds and fog were just short-lived means formed with the help of magic rituals, not to mention that they could not be used for a long time, and their speed was far inferior to that of the flying sword.

Seeing that the flying sword had already passed by him, he knew in his heart that he couldn't catch up with the flying sword's Sanyin Old Dao, so he used the mana of his whole body and knocked out all his inventory with a loud shout.

The talisman burned rapidly, turning into ice picks, whirlwinds, fiery snakes, and thunderbolts...... Even the invisible spiritual power struck towards the flying sword.

The flying sword was indeed the same as the rules it had set, and in an instant, it burst out with a powerful force that completely corresponded to the attack, instantly annihilating the means of the Three Yin Old Dao.

The power collided, and in the colorful clouds and mist, the flying sword shot out in the roar, and the old Dao of Sanyin also tried his last bit of strength, using a wind talisman to send himself into the mist, and began to suck wildly again.

On both sides of the Yellow River, looking at the colorful mist that spread out, many ordinary people were stunned, and then suddenly realized and exclaimed.

"Damn, and this kind of operation?"

"If you come up, you will open it big, and it is a full-attribute ultimate, so the opportunity given by the iron sword is also the most suitable opportunity!"

"Suck it up!

"Come on, come to me!"

On both sides of the Yellow River, whether it is a dignitary or an ordinary person, they are all like women standing on the street at this moment, waiting for the grace of the uncle of the colorful mist......

Sanyin Lao Dao fell to the ground lightly, and was quickly protected by the disciples and security guards of Longhu Mountain, he took a deep look at the flying sword that roared away, and then closed his eyes and began to digest the mysterious and mysterious aura.

The so-called aura is a kind of breath, a kind of elaboration.

For cultivators and spirits, it's like a guiding light.

And for ordinary people, just like the previous metaphor, it is an opportunity and a seed.

Shooting all the way, the cultivators on both sides of the Yellow River shot one after another!

Whether it is capable of attacking the Iron Sword at close range, or can only shoot from a distance, more or less, the Iron Sword leaves a chance in the flight along the way.

Along the Yellow River, there are waterfalls and river beaches, and Hukou Waterfall is even more spectacular, which can be called a unique in the world.

Around Hukou Waterfall, a large number of humans came to hear the news

They had been looking forward to it for a long time, and according to the live broadcast information on TV, they could easily know where they were, which was where the flying sword was about to descend next.

A minute later, the flying sword followed Huang Long.

The Yellow Dragon is like a dragon crossing the Dragon Gate, carrying a majestic aura no less than that of Hukou Waterfall, and continues to fly towards the direction of the Yellow River from the top of the waterfall.

The crowd was noisy, and a large number of humans who had heard the news had come with eyes as wide as light bulbs, looking around for the existence of the transcendent.

There are no people in dragon uniforms, no Taoist priests in Taoist robes, and no bald heads...... No, there are bald heads, but looking at the big head and thick neck, it doesn't look like a monk!

So, the crowd wailed.

"Wouldn't we? We really don't have any transcendents here?"

"It's over the calf! Bai waited for so many days, but Mao didn't wait. ”

"Scattered, scattered!"

wailing and complaining, and even constantly inciting others to disperse, but no one left.

There are deep routines in the city, and everyone tacitly says that they are scattered, in fact, it is to let some people leave and leave the remaining opportunities for those who stay.

In a luxurious RV, Tang Jiang, who looked out the window at the hustle and bustle, shook his head:

"It seems that I'm lucky, I'm just a cultivator here, so I don't have to conflict with other people. “

Listening to the sound of the sword groaning from far to near, Tang Jiang took a deep breath and said to himself, "Disciple Tang Jiang, please give the Ancestor the Dharma." “

After whispering, Tang Jiang got out of the RV, his unique dress, and the terrifying aura like a sword out of the sheath, suddenly became the center of everyone's attention.

Although it was a custom-made suit, Tang Jiang held a glorious sword in his hand.

Step by step, Tang Jiang's breath became more and more terrifying, and in the end, even many people didn't dare to look at Tang Jiang anymore!

The sword intent is awe-inspiring and dazzling!

Seeing the flying sword attacking, Tang Jiang, who had come to the edge of the Hukou Waterfall step by step, closed his eyes, and the sword qi as white as a cloud began to escape from his body, covering a large area of space like a cloud like a mist.

Fortunately, there was no one in such a dangerous place, otherwise the manifestation of Tang Jiang's sword qi alone would be enough to make many people fall down the waterfall cliff in severe pain.

Sou!

The flying sword broke through the air, and Tang Jiang also opened his eyes suddenly.

As a sword cultivator, Tang Jiang couldn't see any magic in the flying sword, only that this was the means of the ancestor master's creation of heaven and earth.

Although he couldn't understand it, it didn't prevent Tang Jiang from slashing a sword that had been brewing for a long time.

I saw that above the Hukou Waterfall, the Tangjiang River shrouded in rolling white clouds was like a blue sky and white clouds, flawless and unblemished.

The next moment, Tang Jiang jumped up lightly, and between the surging white clouds, a sword light loomed in the white clouds in the sky, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow passing through the sky.

A sword comes from the west, like a blue sky and white clouds, and under the sword momentum of the flying immortals outside the sky, the rolling white clouds turn into swords!

There was a crisp sound, and the brilliant sword and the flying shot collided together, and the rolling clouds and mist burst out, and in the mist, a figure wearing a suit and holding a sword could be faintly seen flying back towards the shore.

The white clouds and mist spread out quickly under the fierce wind caused by the impact of the waterfall, but most of them were gathered together by the upside-down figure, in a strange sword technique, and shrouded the man.

Falling lightly on the bank of Hukou Waterfall, let the majestic water vapor blow to the face, and carefully perceive the ethereal artistic conception hidden in the white mist.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the white clouds rolling on the top of Mount Tai, like the immeasurable sea, and his own sword seemed to be as immeasurable as that.

After a long time, Tang Jiang opened his eyes and shook his head:

"I remember that feeling, but I don't know when I will understand it. ”

Thinking of the insignificance and ethereal feeling of being in a sea of clouds, Tang Jiang subconsciously looked in the direction of the source of the Yellow River.

Although he didn't see the appearance and breath of the ancestor master, Tang Jiang at this moment was full of reverence for the ancestor master.

After bowing deeply in the direction of the source of the Yellow River, the Tang River looked to the east again, and the turbid waterfall fell down, once again turning into a magnificent Yellow River, meandering towards the distance.

And on a river beach as far as the eye can see, densely packed with people, looking down at the positioning and photos sent by the junior sister on the mobile phone, Tang Jiang smiled:

"I don't know what kind of receipt can be received from the little junior sister. ”

"For sword cultivators like us who have pure means, one sword is enough. “

"If you can gain something under this sword, you can be regarded as living up to the good intentions of the ancestor to try the sword world. ”

"Eight Hundred Sword Cultivation of Purple Mansion Immortal Island...... But you have to give the real person in charge a long face......"

As an insider, from Tang Jiang's point of view, the ancestor of the Tianhe Sword Sect tried the sword world, and at the same time gave the opportunity to the people in the world, which was unimaginable in mind and height.

As a disciple of the Tianhe Sword Sect, Tang Jiang was proud and proud in his heart!

As the outer deacon of Zifu Immortal Island, Stardust Sword Immortal sat down as a disciple, Tang Jiang naturally hoped that the disciples of Zifu Immortal Island could give the head of the sect a long face in front of the ancestor master.

The master has his own business, and the disciple serves Qilao!

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