734. A Sword Lights Chills Nineteen Continents! (Add more !!)
At this time, Zhang Yang had already recovered, hid the flying sword in his sleeve, and took out another four-foot immortal sword from it.
The shape is simple and atmospheric, there is no gorgeous decoration, the blade of the sword exudes a series of fairy radiance, and two ancient characters are engraved at the end:
Dust-free.
This is the sword of the Tianlan Sect Master, which can unleash hundreds of millions of galaxy sword qi, and one sword is comparable to the peak of the dollar baby, and the quality is very high, enough to rank among the top divine treasures.
Zhang Yang held the sword in his hand, and his momentum skyrocketed in an instant, and he shouted lowly:
"Slash!"
Above the blade of the sword, the immortal light condensed and turned into a white ray, only the thickness of a hair, and the light was at its peak, reaching the sky and the earth.
And Zhang Yang's whole person also blended into the sword, as if the human sword was one, and Huo Ran slashed towards the chessboard on the canopy.
'Sting. ’
The golden light cut through the butter, directly splitting the black and white chess pieces in the sky, together with the incarnation of the chess pieces, as well as the illusory worlds, all of them were slashed, and finally the sword light passed through the chessboard at the top of the canopy, drawing a sword mark.
After a while, the sword dissipated, and only then did Zhang Yang stand with his sword.
'Click. ’
Just hear a crisp sound.
The black and white chess pieces, like a galaxy, were directly shattered into stars, and together with the magnificent chessboard, they were also split in half.
And that's not all.
Together with the chessboard placed in front of the old man in Ge Yi, there was a humming sound on it, as if it had been slashed by a blade, and a trace was clearly reflected.
"This"
The old man in Ge Yi frowned.
This chessboard, which has followed him for tens of thousands of years, has fought in all directions many times, suppressed countless strong people, and has suffered such a serious trauma for the first time.
"Hmph, if you use such a sword twice, I'm afraid it's already your limit, right? If you dare to destroy the old man's chessboard, then you will die!"
The old man in Ge Yi was furious and slapped the chessboard violently.
Suddenly, one after another, the black and white chess pieces flew out, falling like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and the murderous aura in the sky was pressed horizontally, covering the surrounding millions of miles of void.
"It's scary, get out of the way!"
In the starry sky, the surviving monks saw this scene and fled in a hurry. Some of those who couldn't escape were hit by chess pieces and shattered on the spot, even if they were Yuanying monks, they couldn't bear one and a half moves.
Obviously, the old man Ge Yi was really angry, and he was bent on killing Zhang Yang, and he didn't even care about the life or death of the foreign monks.
In this regard, Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he drew his sword again:
"Slash!"
Suddenly, the endless immortal light condensed into silk again, piercing the sky in an instant, and then shattered and dissipated, revealing Zhang Yang's figure.
At this time, Zhang Yang's face was slightly pale, and the dustless sword in his hand was even more impressive, and the blade trembled violently.
Sword light condensation, after all, is the superior martial arts of the sword, nothing is cut, nothing is indestructible, known as 'one sword breaks ten thousand laws', it is the foundation of the sword immortal to crisscross the universe and abandon everything.
Even if the Dustless Sword was at the level of a top-level divine treasure, it couldn't withstand the third-degree sword light condensation, and it was severely damaged on the spot, and the Immortal Light was weak, less than one-fifth of the previous one.
'Click. ’
It's a crisp sound again.
The chess pieces that were crossed by the sword exploded violently, one after another illusory shadows, clusters of energy, and illusory worlds, all of which were wiped out in ashes, and finally there was another sword mark on the chessboard at the top of the heavenly dome.
'Poof!'
The old man in Ge Yi, who was sitting upright, finally couldn't sit still, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and said with a gloomy gaze: "Give me death!"
He raised his hands and slapped the chessboard at the same time, directly shattering the two chess boxes, and all the black and white chess pieces flew out, forming a black and a white, two waterfalls that penetrated the sky and the earth, and suppressed it in the air.
This is already the strongest blow of the old man Ge Yi, using all the chess pieces, as well as ninety percent of the mana, suddenly the chessboard at the end of the sky dome, the pattern extends to the west in all directions, and the enveloping range is even more huge, directly covering the Mars rotating in the distance, and it is only hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the earth.
Despite this, the billions of people on the earth can also clearly feel that under the chessboard of heaven and earth, the murderous aura is everywhere, the power of the law is roaring, the energy tide is boiling like the sea, and anyone who enters that range is a dead end.
“.... Chop!"
Underneath the chessboard, a faint voice came.
Immediately afterwards, in front of everyone's shocked gaze, another blazing to the extreme, as thin as a hair, sword rainbow shone out, as if it was thousands of miles long, and cut through the black and white waterfalls at the same time, cutting it hard.
'Boom!'
At this point, the incomparably magnificent chessboard in the sky finally could not be supported, and it was also cut in half by a sword, and in a flash, it disappeared completely.
"Hmm, hmm!"
On the bow of the boat in the distance, the old man in Ge Yi covered his heart suddenly, and a mouthful of blood splattered outward, and the chessboard in front of him was already scarred, as if another sword was about to be shattered.
The old man in Ge Yi was full of resentment, turned his head to look at the two old men behind him, and said angrily: "You two, you have reached this point, are you still watching the play?!"
"Uh, okay. ”
The two looked at each other, nodded, and walked out.
These two old men, the same old man, couldn't even straighten their backs completely, one holding a folding fan in his hand, and the other holding an unopened picture scroll.
'Sting!'
Like a blazing fire, the two breaths rose up at the same time, like two mountains rising from the ground, piercing the sky, no less inferior than the two old men before.
On the other hand, Zhang Yang used the sword light condensation four times in a row, and the breath on his body had already fallen, and at most there were only seventy percent left, and he was still panting heavily.
But the worst thing is the dustless sword in his hand. At this moment, the whole sword was trembling involuntarily, and the fairy glow could no longer be maintained, flickering brightly and darkly, and the sword rainbow was even more disordered.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this divine treasure has been irreversibly damaged, and even if it is repaired by the best craftsmen, it is difficult to restore its peak, and it is basically useless.
"It's a pity... What a sharp sword. The old man shook his head and said regretfully, "Like you, it's just a tyrannical thing." ”
"It's just a sword, what's a pity. Kill this person, the four of us will divide the treasure, so when is the great opportunity, where can a sword compare?"
The other old man snorted coldly, lifted it with his hand, and directly spread the scroll.
Accompanied by the glow of the sun, the whole picture scroll spread out in the universe, and the seemingly ordinary picture scroll was unexpectedly spread out for nearly 10,000 miles, like a galaxy lying between the canopies.
The ink landscapes on the scroll, covered by green bamboos, overlapping mountains and rivers, ethereal clouds, and clusters of light scenes, flow out like water waves, presented in front of everyone's eyes, vivid, as if integrated with reality.
Next, all the landscapes and landscapes melted away, turned into a ball of ink again, and then separated countless tiny needles, fused with the fairy light, with a majestic killing machine, overwhelming!
Just like the famous painters of ancient times, he splashed ink, painted mountains and rivers with his brush, and swallowed the world.
"Okay, kill this person first. ”
The old man nodded and opened the folding fan.
The painting on the folding fan is a picture of the heavenly palace, with the emergence of immortal light, the whole heavenly palace map is put into reality, and with a bang, a magnificent and ethereal Lingxiao treasure hall really appeared in the universe.
Immediately, the chanting of the gods and Buddhas sounded, with the ethereal and distant, incomprehensible Daoyun and Xianxia of human beings. Then I saw that in the immortal glow, a famous immortal walked out of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, conjured all kinds of spells, and smashed at Zhang Yang.
As far as the foreign monks could see, these two old men at the peak of the Yuan Infant were all out of their way.
These two powerful stunts, evolved with top-level divine treasures, can destroy all enemies in the solar system, even the glowing sparks in the distance, they can be crushed!
Really.
In the face of these two Yuanying peak-level offensives, Zhang Yang just held the trembling sword and bowed his head and said nothing.
When countless earthlings saw this scene, they began to be disappointed in their hearts, could it be that the invincible white-clothed true monarch finally couldn't resist it?
"Haha, don't resist uselessly, offending us and others is your unforgivable fault, reincarnate in the next life, be smart. ”
The old man laughed.
Hearing this, the earthlings fell into the abyss.
Could it be that this white-clothed true monarch who guards the earth is really about to die of exhaustion?
Some people can't believe it, but there is no other way, because they have seen with their own eyes, the sword in the hand of the true monarch can no longer withstand it, what else can they use to resist?
"Alas, I told you not to go a long time ago, you finally understand now what kind of existence the peak of Yuanying is. ”
Yun Meng shook his head and sighed.
And An Yahui was already pursing her lips tightly, almost biting blood.
In the silence of the whole earth, in the joy of the extraterritorial monks, in the laughter of the four old men, it seemed as if this battle would come to an end in the next moment.
Zhang Yang, who had been bowing his head, suddenly raised his gaze, and a cold glow shot out of his pupils, reflecting the heavens and the earth.
He picked up the trembling dustless sword and shouted in a low voice:
"Slash!"
Instantly.
The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light chills nineteen continents!
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