On the top of the Lingmiao Peak, on the slightly dilapidated hall, the door is opened, and a sword light flies out, as bright as the golden sun, the vast hall, it seems to be sweeping away the eight desolations and four seas, three mountains and five mountains. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a golden dragon pattern ancient sword, the four-foot divine sword burned golden flames, like the rising sun in the east, swinging a continuous vacuum ripple, passing through the void in an instant, stepping on the green mountains and blue lakes dozens of miles away.

An invisible sharp aura spread, and above the blue lake, hundreds of sword marks appeared on the surface of the lake, extending to the shore, and the green mountains shook.

It seemed to be attracted by this sharp edge, the Tianlin Sword in his hand trembled and shook slightly, humming non-stop, something seemed to be touched in his heart, and a pale golden edge was faintly revealed in his eyes, which was quickly annihilated again, and after a few breaths, it manifested again, and disappeared again.

"Moan"

At this moment, an astonishing sword groan rose in the divine court, and the deep sword aperture that was silent and deep in the back turned again, and a wisp of sharp avenue urged, and countless small sharp edges rushed out of the sword aperture like a thin sword, wandering through the meridians around the body, and suddenly penetrated into the sea of dantian qi, converging towards the Dao Ding on the spiritual platform.

It seems that there are turbulent waves rising in the purple mansion, at this moment, the eyes of sorrow are calm, and countless feelings come up to melt into his heart, he looked at the verdant blue lake dozens of miles away, and the corners of his mouth slowly gave birth to a smile.

I don't know when, Lin Xiaoyuan has approached her, she looked at her a few times strangely, and said, "Master, how do I feel that you are different from before." ”

Taking a deep breath, Duan Chou reached out and touched the little guy's head, he looked at the proud figure above the blue lake in the distance, and said with a smile: "It's really different." ”

"Moan"

The world of Zifu seems to be chaotic and broken, there are thousands of sharp edges, the heart is shaken, the purple gas is rolling, setting off a monstrous fog wave, a thin sword breaks the chaos, and the reverse current is in the turbulent waves, soaring into the sky, like a sword river, hanging above the Dao Ding.

The pale golden small gang sword was higher than the other, and in the end, the sword qi broke through the clouds, penetrated deep into the sky, and condensed into a crystal divine sword, which was conceived on the top of the Dao Ding, and the edge was as condensed as the sky, immortal.

Ding casts the edge, and the sword momentum is just beginning!

All of this is deeply imprinted in the depths of the soul, and Dao Lingxu battle, after casting the sword twenty-three, at this time calm down, all kinds of feelings come to mind, so that Xuan Chou has a deeper understanding of the way of the sword.

Watching the battle at this time, the sorrow was attracted by its edge, and the Nine Heavens Dao Law in the body operated on its own, and the sword qi was vented into the dantian qi sea directly, and the Dao sword was cast on the Zifu Dao Ding, condensing the sword momentum.

But it was a blessing from the sky, which allowed him to condense his sword momentum silently, although his cultivation did not break through, but he made a step forward in the way of the sword.

Throughout the ages, there have been no more than five people who can condense the sword momentum in the Huading Realm, and they are the giants of the heavens that are difficult to come out of the ages, but now, there is another person.

The world of Broken Sorrow Purple Mansion is turbulent, and the edge is splitting the sky, but the outside world is light and light, and everything is like moisturizing things silently, plain and invisible.

On the green mountains and blue lake, Dao Lingxu stood on the surface of the lake, he was very sharp, wearing a golden robe, even a black hair was dyed with a sharp edge, every strand of hair was sharp, it seemed that an ancient sword could cut the air, cross the vastness, and derive the vacuum world.

He carried the dragon pattern ancient sword, the Huanghuang sword gang burned on it, there were ten thousand sword phantoms revealing the vacuum, the ancient sword trembled, there was a hidden dragon chanting, Dao Ling's eyes were clear, and he laughed loudly at this moment, his laughter was like thunder, and his eyes revealed two sharp breaths, and he opened up two vacuum paths in front of him, which went straight to the center of the lake.

As the young palace master of Langya Sword Palace, Dao Lingxu is indeed a character, he is arrogant, pointing to the shadow on the green mountain in the distance, and laughing loudly: "It is not my wish to destroy flowers with spicy hands, the sword has no eyes, Jingyue Zhenren is careful, don't die for my sword!"

The dragon's groans rise, and the blade of the sword rises from its sheath.

The dragon pattern ancient sword in his hand trembled, and the divine flame on the sword was scorching, manifesting a round of divine dragon virtual image, roaring and flying out in the golden sun divine flame, this is a huge sword momentum, almost even the vacuum is broken, without pity for the jade, towards the mirror moon real person stabbed at the sword.

His body was very slow, like stepping on a cloud, but there was no way to avoid it, because the sword momentum had been blocked, and the image of a flying dragon was manifested.

A vacuum sword mark was derived from his feet, and the water of the blue lake cracked a huge sword mark, and he flew along the sword mark, pointing at the mirror moon real person.

"Langya Emperor Sword, Zun Long! Dao Lingxu didn't leave his hand!"

"Langya Sword Palace lives up to its name!"

Listening to the conversation between Gu Lingxu and Dao Xuan and the others, he couldn't help but twitch slightly.

He still remembered that when Dao Lingxu first faced him, he didn't even have the interest in drawing his sword, but now he was fighting with Jingyue Zhenren, but he was the first to take out the sword, and he was so cautious.

Is this saying that he is not as good as a woman?

Seeing this scene, Xuan Chou's face was slightly gloomy, because of the condensation of the sword momentum, he was in a good mood, and he had just had a slight idea of changing his view of Dao Lingxu, which was also instantly extinguished.

Now, no matter how you look at it, I feel that this kid is not pleasing to the eye, no wonder it is Su Mo's fateful opponent, a natural villain boss, what a scumbag!!

If Dao Lingxu knew what he was thinking in his heart, he would definitely be extremely speechless, Jingyue Zhenren was the first seat of the Vast Immortal Gate Shuiyun Peak, and he was a real person powerhouse who had been famous for a long time, he made the first move, why was he a scumbag? Obviously, you are careful, okay!!

On the green hills, the sharp edge came vertically and horizontally, Jingyue real person stepped on the lotus and floated in the air, his clothes danced in the wind, and he said coldly: "It is rumored that the Langya Emperor Sword of the Langya Sword Palace is unparalleled in its edge, and it is the first of all swords in the heavens, so let Jingyue try the edge of this emperor sword!"

She stretched out her hand like a jade fiber, turned over the palm, and there was already a long-handled round mirror in her hand, the mirror was crystal like ice crystals, there were runes on all sides, and there were spiritual beads embedded on the back, obscure and mysterious, and the spiritual light was dense.

Take out the Xuanshuang Ice Spirit Mirror, the mirror moon real person is expressionless, his mind is moving, the divine mirror is shaking, the blue mirror light is falling and shining, and a big blue boat is turned in front of him, with the blue lake under the ice lotus as the sea, the breath of the avenue is condensed but not dispersed, and the blue divine light shines in all directions, rushing towards Dao Lingxu.

"Water Mirror, Ice Spirit Ship!"

A cold qi machine spread in the void, and the Xuanbing Avenue was transformed around the real person of the mirror moon, the mirror light was shining, and above the blue waves, a divine ship passed through, solidifying eternity.

Sword Slash God Ship!

The Dao Ling Void Ancient Sword burst with sharp edges, the vacuum sword marks swallowed, the dragon shadow of the sword body was in full bloom, and the second divine dragon phantom instantly manifested, and the sword momentum broke a crack with the thickness of a crystal filament in the vacuum, shattering the ice spirit divine ship alive.

"Langya Emperor Sword, Manifestation!"

Broken sorrow's face was slightly condensed, Feng Xu and the others were all moved, they knew how powerful the Ice Spirit Divine Ship of the Mirror Moon True Man was.

However, Dao Lingxu only came out with the second sword, and he shattered the supernatural power, compared to the previous battle in the palace, at this time there was a more intuitive comparison, they had a deeper judgment of Dao Lingxu's strength, and the Langya Emperor Sword was worthy of its name, and it was so domineering.

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