Want to go?"

Tang Ming looked at Xuan Tianzhen, who was retreating sharply, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

No one can leave alive and sound after hurting his Tang Ming's brother.

This is the case in the Dragon and Phoenix Cemetery above the Nine Heavenly Spirals, and it is also the case in Changchuan City on Yunmiao Immortal Island.

Now, even more so!

Tang Ming brushed the sword box with one hand, and the sword box, which had never been completely opened, finally saw the light of day at this moment.

The sword intent was like a torrent, sweeping Donghao Mountain.

Xuan Tianzhen, who had already escaped, felt the sword intent full of murderous intent behind him, and his soul was all rising.

He would never have thought that an ordinary secular imperial commander would have anything to do with this madman who fought against the eight major forces Tianjiao.

If he had known that this was the case, he would not have dared to go to the Canglan River to pick the tiger's beard by borrowing a few of his courage.

It's good now, that person obviously came to Tianxuanzong to ask for his life, thinking about the scene in the Dragon and Phoenix Cemetery, Xuantian Zhenren's heart was cold.

The furious sword intent surged in all directions like a tidal wave, and even with Xuantian Zhenren's cultivation now, it felt like he was in a quagmire.

Three thousand sword intent covered the sky and the sun, and Xuantian Zhenren escaped only a hundred zhang, and the way was completely blocked by the sword intent that came from behind.

"I don't believe that my Xuantian finally broke through Huading, and actually died in this Donghao Mountain Range!"

"I don't believe it, even you're just an innate realm now, I see how you kill me!"

Xuantian Zhenren was cut off by the sword intent, and his mind completely collapsed, and he turned to Tang Ming and yelled hysterically.

He has no way back now, facing Tang Ming, the fear in his heart is too heavy, and the Xuantian Zhenren under the double pressure began to be chaotic at this moment.

Xuantian Zhenren held the sword in one hand, and the sharp sword broke through the sword body and extended three zhang away.

The blade of the sword pointed directly at Tang Ming.

And Tang Ming only showed a slight sneer in the face of this sharp sword.

In the face of three thousand vast sword intent, the spirit sword in the hands of Xuan Tianzhen became a joke.

The battle of the long sword intent is not a matter of realm cultivation at all, the Xuantian Zhenren at this moment, as long as the sword intent cannot surpass Tang Ming, he will definitely die!

The spirit sword turned, and the furious sword qi slashed down towards Tang Ming, and the surging aura rushed towards him, and Tang Ming's snow-white hair suddenly spread out.

"Fall!"

Slowly stretched out the two fingers of his right hand and lightly pointed on the majestic sword qi.

As Tang Ming's words fell, not only did the three-zhang sword qi disappear, but even the spirit sword in the hand of Xuan Tianzhen exploded.

Say what you say!!

In this world surrounded by three thousand sword intents, whether it was sword qi, sword intent, or spirit sword, as long as the spirit contained in it could not suppress the three thousand sword intent above his head, no one could hurt Tang Ming.

"Suffer death!"

At the moment when the sword qi was shattered, Tang Ming suddenly stretched out his hands, and his ten fingers were bent into hooks, instantly knocking into the void in front of him.

The three thousand sword intents in the sky boiled violently like boiling water.

The sword intent turned into a spirit, falling like autumn rain.

The sun and moon robe on Xuantian Zhenren's body was twisted into powder by the falling sword intent in an instant, and then blood lines appeared on Xuantian Zhenren's body.

A thousand cuts.

Every time the sword intent fell, it would leave a line of blood on Xuan Tianzhen's body.

The sword intent in the sky was dense, and the blood lines on Xuantian Zhenren's body began to converge like fish scales.

"Whew!!"

The strong aura burst out of Xuan Tianzhen's body, wanting to stop the invasion of those spirit swords, but he didn't want to, everything was just in vain.

It stands to reason that according to this abundant sword intent, wanting to kill Xuan Tianzhen at this moment is just a matter of raising his hand.

However, Tang Ming didn't do this, but those sword intents seemed to be able to suppress the anger in them.

The sword light flowed by, and although it could leave a slight scar on Xuantian Zhenren's body, it would recover in the blink of an eye.

First, Xuantian Zhenren is a cultivator who has turned into a top cultivator after all, and the recovery ability of the physical body should not be underestimated.

Second, this is Tang Ming's ability to suppress the anger of the sword intent, every sword intent can hurt Xuantian Zhenren, but it is not fatal.

A blunt knife cutting meat is the most painful, and Tang Ming must know this simple truth.

When Tianxuanzong designed to besiege and kill Lu Junfeng, they would think of such a day.

Especially Xuantian Zhenren, with the cultivation of Tianxuan's peak, attacked and killed a junior who could break through to the realm of Daoxuan.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Tang Ming's eyes was even better.

The three thousand sword intent also felt the anger in Tang Ming's heart at this time, and the sword blade suddenly became a little sharper.

With such a change in thought, Xuan Tianzhen, who was originally covered with blood lines, instantly became a bloody person.

"It's too much of a deception!!"

The Xuantian Zhenren, who was ravaged by countless sword intents, was finally aroused by a trace of tyranny in his heart.

Clay people have three points of fire, not to mention a big guy like Xuan Tianzhen who has lived on people for a long time?

was persecuted by Tang Ming again and again, if it weren't for Tang Ming's prestige outside the Nine Heavenly Spirals, he didn't dare to make a move, it is estimated that he would have played with his life a long time ago.

Now being cut back and forth by three thousand sword intents, in addition to the severe pain in his body, the rupture of his heart base made him even more crazy.

He wants to see how a cultivator of the Innate Realm can resist him, a master of the Huading Realm!

The aura in his body converged at this moment, and those fierce sword intents swept towards Xuantian Zhenren even more unscrupulously.

Xuan Tianzhen turned a blind eye to the wound that gradually began to extend, even if he was forced to this step, Xuan Tianzhen also understood that he only had one chance.

Once the shot fails, let Tang Ming hold the spear beside him, let alone him, even if he is a genius like the young master, he has to retreat.

Although he didn't enter the third floor of the Dragon and Phoenix Cemetery like Ziling Zhenren, he also knew that in that battle, one of the Eight Great Tianjiao died, and the remaining seven were all seriously injured.

With such a record, let alone just a cultivator of the innate realm, even if he was just an ordinary person standing in front of Xuantian Zhenren at the moment, he didn't dare to be careless.

The strong spiritual energy began to frantically surging towards Xuan Tianzhen's arms, and under the churning of the strength around his body, he forced the sword intent to open a small opening.

Tang Ming in the distance naturally noticed this scene, his eyes slowly stared at Xuan Tianzhen's chest, and at that position, a palm-sized bronze token was frantically absorbing the aura of Xuan Tianzhen.

The moment he saw this token, Tang Ming suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

But Tang Ming was very sure that he had never seen anything like it, but the color of this token seemed to be somewhat familiar.

Before he had time to think about it, the Xuantian Zhenren in the distance had already bitten the tip of his tongue, and a bloody and wanton essence blood instantly disappeared into the token in front of him.

The originally ordinary token suddenly erupted at this moment with a convincing aura that made people surrender.

And with a wave of mighty aura, even the scattered sword intents around Xuan Tianzhen's body seemed to disappear at this moment.

Tang Ming's eyes widened suddenly, he didn't care what that token was, but these three thousand sword intent were the only thing left by Lu Junfeng.

The sword intent that disappeared just now, he perceived it very clearly, it was not dissipated, but really disappeared.

"I want to see, you are only in the innate realm now, can you still use the innate punishment to transform the Ding?"

Xuantian Zhenren, whose spiritual jade hairpin had been shattered, stood in front of Tang Ming with a cloak of hair, feeling the sword intent dispelled by the token, and shouted towards Tang Ming with an arrogant face.

Tang Ming ignored the clamor of the Xuanling Zhenren, but turned around and brushed the sword box with one hand, wanting to gather the three thousand sword intents.

This was the only thing Lu Junfeng left, and he couldn't let these three thousand sword intent be destroyed in the hands of Xuantian Zhenren again.

"Hehe, it's too late to remember to gather the sword intent now!"

Xuan Tianzhen understood Tang Ming's thoughts, but how could he let go of such a good opportunity?

A flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and a white light instantly disappeared into the three thousand sword intent above his head that seemed to be hanging upside down.

At the same time that Bai Mang was submerged in the sword intent, the purple wood sword box in Tang Ming's hand suddenly cracked a faint opening.

And the sword intent in the sky seemed to have stopped at this time, and white light continued to emerge from the torrent of sword intent.

The three thousand sword intents began to differentiate by the white light emitted by the token in the hands of Xuan Tianzhen, and the originally imposing sword intent, like the intercepted Canglan River, began to divide into countless trickles.

Tang Ming's eyes were cracked, he never thought that a mere Xuantian innocent person would have such a treasure in his hand.

And at this time, Tang Ming suddenly remembered that outside the Tianxuan Sect, when he let Yuan Zimo go, Yuan Zimo once said that Xuantian Zhenren had a very powerful treasure.

At that time, Tang Ming didn't take this sentence to heart, at that time, all he wanted was to kill the entire Tianxuan Sect.

The three thousand swords are like spring snow, and the white light is like a warm sun.

The sword intent began to be divided into countless streams, and then these streams were divided again.

Sensing that the differentiated sword intent was getting weaker and weaker, Tang Ming pushed the sword box violently, wanting to gather the remaining sword intent.

Thundered!!

But I didn't want to, at this time, the purple wood sword box finally couldn't bear the pressure and exploded.

The three thousand sword intents scattered in the air, like lonely souls and wild ghosts with no home, quickly disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Haha, I'll use your head today as my tribute to Xuanyue, I think the young master is very interested in your head, right?"

Looking at the purple wood sword box that exploded, Xuan Tianzhen laughed wildly, and his body flashed, and he came to Tang Ming's side, and his sword aura was like a long rainbow.

A sword pierced through Tang Ming's chest, and the Xuantian Zhenren didn't dare to slack off, his hands were raised, and a beautiful flying sword came towards Tang Ming's neck.

As long as Tang Ming didn't die, even if there was still one breath left, he didn't dare to be careless.

"Phew!Don't wake up yet!!"

A loud shout sounded from Tang Ming's mind like Hong Zhong Dalu, and his red eyes had gradually filled up, and he had regained a trace of clarity.

Seeing that Tang Ming's fate was hanging by a thread, the machine spirit could no longer be calm.

Today, in just one day, it was a well-informed machine spirit that was shocked several times in a row.

The Divine Phoenix Spear instantly appeared in front of Tang Ming's eyes, and after the body of the spear opened the flying sword, Tang Ming rose directly into the sky.

A Xuantian innocent person, even if he is powerful, it is impossible to enter Tang Ming's eyes.

What he wants to do most now is to gather the sword intent that has not completely dissipated, and when he meets a Lingxiu child in the future, he can also pass on a mantle to Lu Junfeng.

The figure swept into the air, Tang Ming single-handedly shot into the white light, and the moment he touched the token, a familiar feeling arose again.