Today, there are two wonders in Kunlun Mountain in this green plum season.

The starry chessboard that alternates between day and night and emerges in the night sky in an instant, and the thousands of swords that converge from the seventy-two strange peaks to the peak of the Nine Heavens.

The spectacle of the previous battle between the saints shocked and moved countless cultivators in the world, and even a few big figures in control of the world had to pay close attention to the infinite changes and ingenuity of each black and white drop on the starry chessboard.

In the world ruled by the saints, the life and death between the two brothers who have been entangled in grievances for thousands of years is not only related to the future of the Sword Pavilion, but also to the future of the world.

So countless people are concerned, countless people are staring, countless people are silent, and countless people are heavy.

However, compared to the heaviness of the galaxy chessboard to everyone, the thousands of swords that suddenly appeared at the top of the Nine Heavens Peak instantly broke the long-lasting silence in the green plum forest around the mountain.

When thousands of swords roared from all directions of the seventy-two peaks, some people began to exclaim, exclaiming the shocking scene outlined by the countless swords under the starry sky above the mountain top.

That exclamation attracted the attention of countless people in the green plum forest. Then everyone saw the rain of swords.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were stationed in the mountain to maintain order and discuss the incident of the Sword Terrace Competition had their own discernment, and they instantly recognized the origin of those swords, and everyone was thrilled in their hearts!

As disciples of the Sword Pavilion, they knew that Kunlun had four invisible.

You can't see the gate protection array of the seventy-two peaks, you can't see the hand of Kunlun Peak to pick up stars, you can't see the invisible moon of Senior Brother Xiao Wang, and you can't see the King of Swords of Ten Thousand Swords Slaughtering City.

How fortunate to be able to see the royal road today, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion on the peaks were excited and amazed......

Luo Changfeng, who was closest to the thousands of swords circling and flying at the top of the Nine Heavens Peak, finally retreated out of caution.

He took a dozen steps back in quick succession.

It's not that he is not confident, even if he has cultivated to a flawless sword domain of one hundred and eight stars, he is not absolutely sure to resist the continuous attacks of thousands of swords.

The sword is of the same origin, this is the terror that he felt from the vast sword array when he saw the thousands of swords, the terror of the royal road!

So he stepped back.

Step back without thinking.

His retreat was seen by Muyun Sword City, who then showed a contemptuous smile.

Mu Yun Sword City and commanded, only to see that thousands of swords mixed with whistling sword groans fell one after another.

Full flood!

Swords raining down!

"It's coming......" Luo Changfeng, who was staring at the thousands of sword formations, took a deep breath.

His expression was solemn.

He watched from afar as the first sword turned into a streamer and flew from above his head, and Luo Changfeng, who was surrounded by the sword domain, lifted his body and crossed over.

The first iron sword slammed into the air, plunging deep into the rock.

Luo Changfeng landed ten feet away, and the second iron sword broke through the air.

Luo Changfeng unfolded his body and swept away again.

The second sword flew down and thrust into the boulder at the top of the mountain, and the cicada chirped violently, shattering the boulder.

Luo Changfeng kept dodging, dodging the long sword that flew by and rained down.

He was fast, faster than the take-off sword fell.

After an instant, the peak of the Nine Heavens Peak was already a dense sword forest as far as the eye could see, and countless long swords were inserted into the devastated mountain top. And in the gap between the sword forests, there was still Luo Changfeng's figure dodging weirdly.

Luo Changfeng is hiding, constantly hiding, passively hiding, tireless and not daring to be tired.

However, there are thousands of swords.

Muyun Sword City in the distance sneered.

Obviously lacking much patience, he controlled thousands of swords to fall in unison.

It was a scene of annihilation.

It's as if countless stars fell from the night sky thousands of years ago.

The exclamation of the senior brother sounded on the top of the mountain.

There was no way to retreat, and there was no way to avoid it, Luo Changfeng simply closed his eyes. Closing your eyes is not to be caught, let alone admitting defeat and waiting for death.

He certainly wasn't going to wait to die.

Thousands of swords fell.

A strange and lonely flower bloomed on his chest. It was a new and holy lotus.

The holy lotus flower slowly flew out, flew out of the body, flew overhead, and flew into the night sky. The lotus flower shines in the night sky, and the peak of the Nine Heavens Peak is as bright as day in an instant.

Countless surprised and stunned eyes in the green plum forest at the foot of the mountain looked up one after another, looking up at the thousands of swords falling, looking up at the rising lotus.

The falling sword touches the rising lotus.

Then it was swallowed up by the light of holiness, and disappeared silently.

One sword is like this, ten swords are like this, one hundred swords are like this, and the same is true for thousands of swords, countless swords were swallowed by the lotus flower and there was no trace of them at all.

Muyun Sword City was shocked.

Luo Changfeng opened his eyes at this moment, with a slight smile in his eyes.

He looked at the lotus in the night sky, the long-lost lotus.

He jumped into the air and jumped into the air: "I have watched the king's sword below, and now I have returned it all." ”

He swung his sword and slashed at the lotus.

The lotus flower floating out of Luo Changfeng's body flew away with the knife. That lotus flew to the top of Muyun Sword City, and thousands of swords fell in an instant.

Looking at the countless swords flying down from the sky in the same way, Muyun Sword City, who was standing with his hands in his hands, narrowed his eyes.

He didn't dodge, and he didn't resist.

He was like a spring breeze, allowing thousands of swords to penetrate his body in an endless stream of sword light......

Luo Changfeng retracted his knife and fell.

The sword domain that he suffered gradually disappeared.

He reached out and caught the slowly falling lotus.

The lotus is not in the palm of the hand.

He stood beside his brother and waited quietly.

He watched as the last sword light pierced into Muyun Sword City's body.

He knew the winner was decided.

"You lost. Luo Changfeng's voice was calm, and he didn't feel any joy at all because of the victory over the first disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

Because he knew that he was only winning the sword.

He can only defeat his opponent, but he can't hurt his opponent.

In the real life-and-death struggle, facing an opponent who can't hurt him in the slightest, the person who loses in the end will definitely be himself.

Luo Changfeng knew this very well.

So he couldn't talk about rejoicing.

If you have to talk about the harvest of this battle, it is nothing more than seeing the lotus again after a year.

At the beginning, he was seriously injured and died, and the Wuxiang Dao Sect crushed the thirty-five-petal lotus world to treat his injuries. I thought that there would be no more thirty-six lotus in the world, but I didn't expect that at the critical moment, I would be able to touch the fragmented lotus flower that fused with his flesh and blood and reshape the fragmentary lotus recipe!

He remembered very well that the lotus was a blank word.

Senior brother once practiced empty words.

……

The first disciple of the Sword Pavilion who was defeated on the sword looked at the pair of senior brothers from the Sichuan Sect of the Academy from a distance.

He lost.

He doesn't deny it.

I have heard that the Academy has no phase of the Dao Zongchuan Zimen, and the thirty-six characters of the lotus recipe are endless, and now I am even more convinced by what I have seen with my own eyes.

He stood there silently, without speaking.

No one knew what he was thinking.

After a long silence, Muyun Sword City bowed to the two brothers and sisters: "I really envy you for having a good junior brother." ”

Naturally, these words were said to Huang Fuyi.

Huang Fuyi smiled and said, "As far as I know, you also have a junior brother, a junior brother who has not tasted defeat. ”

Muyun Sword City looked at the north with a smile, as if he could see the starry sky and mountain peaks obstructing, and saw the junior disciple who was extremely ordinary in shape and appearance. "yes...... I also have a junior brother, Xiao Wang's younger brother who has flattered the golden mean all his life. ”