In the spring of the forty-first year of Dayan, on the day of the Qingmei Cooking Wine in the Sword Pavilion, the first disciple of the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun, Muyun Sword City, watched a mountain and turned into a million swords.

He was the youngest of the Tribulation Realm cultivators in the past thousand years.

Whether it is the young master of the Emperor League who was once as famous as him or the noble phoenix girl of the demon clan, whether it is the monk who inherited the only Buddha in the world or the senior brother Huang Fuyi who inherited the Sichuan character doorway, he will be covered by the scorching sword light around him.

Muyun Sword City's immortal talent and the unparalleled cultivation of the King Dao Sword are bound to be recorded in the history of cultivation by the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

It's just that at the moment, he doesn't have so much to think about these things.

The Haoran Sword Qi Song created by the ancestor himself in the past years is like a sword soul reverberating all over the wilderness, and the mountains and the world are endless.

The Muyun Sword City, which held the sword Kunlun Seventy-two Strange Peaks, stood up from the top of the tree, and was shot out by countless swords, and the sword qi of Lingsheng rushed straight into the nine heavens.

The peaks of heaven and earth kept echoing with the sound of millions of swords.

Magnificent!

The frantic stargazing old man's ears echoed with the Haoran Sword Qi Song and the millions of angry sword chanting sung by the countless disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and he suddenly laughed: "Dust returns to dust, all of them have already died and the sword is dead, what else can be sacrificed? Uncle Shi, I am the ancestor of the ancestors, but I have never heard that the Haoran sword qi written by the ancestors after being drunk for 3,000 guests has such divine power!"

The demonic voice of the stargazing old man spread, gradually dispelling the Haoran sword qi that represented light and justice.

Mu Yun Jian Cheng raised his head slightly and looked up at the embarrassed and emaciated figure that should have been respected as his senior uncle, he would obey the last wish of the head of the sect, and the Millennium Sword Pavilion would never be passed on to this person.

Because he's ready to take revenge!

Muyun Sword City, who was elegant and independent, had a bit of the style of the Sword Saint back then, raised his hand, and was surrounded by a million swords that roared and flew up.

Under the guidance of the trapped immortals, the royal road million swords all pointed at the stargazing old man.

Muyun Sword City's voice was like a bell: "Seventy-two peaks listen to the sword order!"

This sound fell, and the sound of reply sounded between the peaks in an instant! It was the sound of a sword!

Countless swords came out of their sheaths, and the sword aura was great, reaching straight to the sky!

Countless Sword Pavilion disciples on the peaks of the Kunlun Divine Vein stood up one after another, raised their swords and pointed straight at the top of the clouds, and their voices were like thunder: "Listen to the sword oracle!"

The sword intent around Muyun Sword City is extremely rising: "Those who trespass on my Kunlun Sword Pavilion ......"

Countless Sword Pavilion disciples shared the same hatred, and the voice was even better than that of thousands of troops: "Kill them with a sword!"

"The one who turned his back on Haoran Kendo ......"

"Destroy their hearts!"

"Those who deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors without repentance ......"

"This world does not tolerate it!"

This world does not tolerate it!

Words filled with endless anger and hatred echoed between the seventy-two peaks of the Kunlun Divine Vein.

The thousands of Sword Pavilion disciples who were angry and united condensed into a monstrous wrathful sword momentum.

The milky white sword momentum swept through Kunlun, causing the seventy-two peaks of the Sword Pavilion to look down on the top of the clouds like a cloud-shrouded fairyland.

Everyone in the world knows that the sword comes out of Kunlun.

The sword is sharp, too.

The spirit and demeanor of the sword spirit left by the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion lies in this word edge!

Today, the head of the Sword Pavilion died and the sword fell, and he originally thought that the thousand-year-old sword path holy land would cease to exist in the end.

Unexpectedly, this first disciple of the King Dao Sword was exposed as soon as he turned into a catastrophe.

Muyun Sword City inherited the edge of the swordsman and inherited the sword qi of Haoran.

In the name of the heir of the Sword Pavilion, under this Lang Lang Qiankun, in this Kunlun Divine Vein, and under the attention of countless Sword Pavilion Sect people, he wants to judge this only remaining stargazing sword saint in the world today.

Wang Xiaoer and the four young men made the lord's heart extremely excited. Thinking that the senior brother is indeed the senior brother, once the catastrophe is resolved, the entire Kunlun will be condensed, this is the thousand-year-old Haoran Kendo Holy Land!

The sound of a sword-sharp judgment echoed between the peaks.

The stargazing old man above the void didn't laugh angrily: "With the younger generations like you, how can you judge this saint?"

Muyun Sword City ignored it.

He swore by the four divine swords that merged into one to trap the immortals and pointed to the sky.

"The universe is clear, and the way of the sword is boundless. In the name of Haoran Sword, the disciple should respond to the will of thousands of swordsmen, please open the sword to kill the saint and trap the immortal verdict!"

……

The sound of Muyun Sword City's petition for the oath of heaven and earth reached the ears of everyone in this world.

This voice was not as good as the thunderous sound of thousands of Sword Pavilion disciples, and even less comparable to the roar of millions of angry swords. But the sound was so breathtaking that no noise could be heard in anyone's ears except for the clear and uplifting petition.

Between the peaks of the mountains, everything seemed to be silent.

There was no wind to be heard in silence.

There is only the hope of countless swords in front of the palaces and buildings in the mountains and dangerous peaks.

Only the admiring and earnest eyes of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion were watching, staring at the suddenly lonely cloudy sky.

The stargazer old man was also watching the clouds.

He didn't go crazy, he didn't wield a sword to destroy, he didn't blaspheme or mock.

He knew what he was up against.

He even revealed a touch of solemnity for the first time.

……

A mighty sword aura appeared in the silent cloudy sky.

The sword qi was like a white dragon swimming in the shallows, and it surfaced by chance, and then it rolled up a monstrous wave.

Countless mighty sword qi roared in an instant.

That sword qi crisscrossed the top of the clouds, shooting and shuttling on the summit of the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun.

The slender and straight figure of Muyun Sword City slowly floated up, floating on the top of the clouds where the sword qi was raging endlessly.

He breathes deeply!

He holds his sword to the sky!

Millions of swords are all in the sky!

In the depths of the firmament, it seemed that in the light that was as far as the nine heavens, hundreds of millions of sword groans suddenly sounded. The sword chant was like a low chant of gods and Buddhas in the sky, and the nameless shock suddenly overwhelmed everyone in the Kunlun Mountain Range.

At the moment when the roar of hundreds of millions of swords sounded, the peaks of the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun suddenly shot out sword rays as thick as heavenly pillars.

Seventy-two giant swords roared away from the sky and disappeared into the Nine Heavens.

Then countless divine and immortal brilliance poured down from the Nine Heavens, and in the midst of countless shocking eyes, under the endless brilliance, a majestic and majestic array that had guarded the Kunlun Divine Vein for thousands of years slowly emerged in the devastated sky!

That's the Sword Pavilion's Sect Protector Array! Sword Absolute Seventy-two Array!

The sword array reappeared in the world, and the countless sword rays that shuttled in the sky began to converge frantically, towards the Trapping Immortal Sword in Muyun Sword City's hand.

That man and a sword stood in the void.

That person and sword are covered by countless lights, just like the most prosperous sun, and the awe-inspiring million swords are the gods of the sun.

The sun passes through the clouds, not the setting sun, but the stargazing!

The stargazing old man's body was instantly engulfed by the dawn of the sun!

The sky is full of light!

The picture freezes at this moment!

Time is silent at this moment!

I don't know how long it took, the white-robed figure of Muyun Sword City fluttered from the top of the clouds.

The Kunlun Divine Vein suddenly sounded the voice of Yongsheng.

"Meet the senior brother in charge!"

……

In the forty-first spring of Dayan, the Sword Pavilion fell to two saints.