The petals were light and plain at first, light and fluttering, and they floated clearly but quickly towards Nangong Yijian. On the way, the plain color gradually turned red, as if stained with blood.

Behind it, it followed one sword after another, like a fish swimming in water.

The sword light was like a flower, full of brilliant colors, and in an instant, it reached the front of Nangong Yijian.

Nangong Yijian's face changed slightly, he had practiced kendo for many years, so he naturally knew what was going on in Yan Ruyu's body. From the trick with Yan Ruyu, he knew that Yan Ruyu was indeed very capable in the way of swordsmanship.

I just didn't expect it to be so powerful.

Fang Cai's sword bone groaned softly, not only affecting Wan Jian, but even the sword bone that he had been forging in his body for nearly a thousand years was also affected.

With so many swords coming together, he was not afraid, but the heart-warming surprise and emotion made it difficult for him to maintain his composure, but he had a faint conjecture about Yan Ruyu's true identity in his heart.

In the whole world, there are very few people who can come this far in the way of the sword, and in his impression, or in recent years, he has only seen it in the former Linglong Daojun.

And at that time, Linglong Daojun actually didn't forge the sword bones as well as the young woman in front of him.

He had a bold conjecture in his heart, but he also witnessed the scene of Linglong Daojun's soul scattering back then. Because of this hesitation, this conjecture accounts for only half of it.

There were thousands of thoughts in his heart, and when the ten thousand swords came, he just lightly pressed the rosary on his wrist, and all the swords suddenly stopped their footwork and returned to the air.

This is the key to control the sword shrine, and naturally it can also control the spirit sword during the period.

In fact, in this sword mound, Nangong Yijian has an advantage over Yan Ruyu. For example, he can even control the flow of aura in the sword shrine to cause it to collapse or reorganize.

It's just that these advantages, when they reach the realm of him and Yan Ruyu, are of no use.

Yan Ruyu was disdainful and said, "As a sword cultivator, you don't dare to take my sword?"

Nangong stood with a sword in his hand, not embarrassed at all, stared at her, and said, "I am more interested in your origin than in sword fighting." What is the relationship between you and the Void Spirit Son, or rather, what is the relationship between you and the Linglong Dao Monarch of the Moon Han Sect?!"

Yan Ruyu's conjecture that Linglong Daojun only accounted for half of it, and Nangong's sword flashed with a flash of inspiration, and he remembered the Void Lingzi.

Since that man can cultivate a Linglong Daojun, then he can cultivate another Linglong. I can't say, the young woman in front of me is just like Linglong Daojun, who was trained by the Void Spirit Son.

The strength of the Void Spirit Son, Nangong Yijian was impressed.

For his brain, Yan Ruyu just smiled and said, "You don't need to know so much, just know that people are doing what the sky is watching, and what you did to the Sword Saint, Huangquan Fairy, and Linglong Daojun in the past, I will definitely make you pay." ”

Nangong Yijian's eyes were cold, and then he became very cold.

Linglong Daojun is not enough, the first two are inextricably linked with him, although they were both killed by him himself, but he does not want to be mentioned again and again.

For the sword saint of the master and the wife Zhang Biluo, he is not without regrets in his heart. It's just that these regrets can't compare to the great ambition in his heart.

Now, he is standing at the pinnacle of the entire Dao cultivation, and all the sacrifices and severances of kindness before are worth it to him.

He Nangong has a sword, and he will not regret it!

"Really?" he sneered, "Although I don't know where you are sacred, but you need confidence in such words, even if Hua Wuya is not like this in front of me, what is your confidence?"

His entire aura has undergone a great change, and it is obvious that people can perceive a cold, rich evil aura that should not appear on the body of the righteous monk, and it does not even belong to the essence of the human cultivator.

"Is this your hole card?, a tentacle spirit?" Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows, "There is a sentence that you said wrongly, Hua Wuya's current strength is probably going to throw you ten streets." ”

Nangong Yijian's heart was slightly paused, and then there was a violent rage, as soon as Linglong Daojun died, the biggest enemy of the Demon Gate was his Nangong Yijian, and the most matching opponent was naturally him and Hua Wuya.

After he still wanted to turn into a god, he would immediately eradicate the demon gate and have a century-old showdown with Hua Wuya, so that the world would know who was the first person in the lower immortal world!

It's not Hua Wuya, it's not Linglong Daojun, it's him, Nangong Yijian!

Now, he told her that he was far surpassed by Hua Wuyan, how could he not know about this.

Yan Ruyu looked sympathetic and said, "It seems that you are still in the dark, Hua Wuya holds a phoenix in his hand, and the golden dragon that he has recently acquired." Coupled with the old woman who came down from the upper realm beside him, with such a background, you are just a small sect master, and you dare to be shoulder to shoulder with him?"

Shaking his head, "Nangong Yijian, you are far away from him." ”

Nangong Yijian's face froze, since the incident of Linglong Daojun, he got the spirit by chance, and he has been in retreat all these years, and he really rarely pays attention to Hua Wuya anymore.

Besides, he is a Taoist leader, and he has frequent contacts with the Demon Gate Demon Lord, which is in the end hindering his reputation.

It's just that it's only been a few years, and for him and Hua Wuyi, it's just a snap of time. He hasn't even been able to really refine the spirits, and Yan Ruyu said that these phoenixes and dragons are all fooling him.

His face was disdainful, and he did not believe it.

Yan Ruyu didn't want to explain more to him, since Nangong Yijian's sword path had fallen, she no longer used the sword. Fighting with such people is an insult to her.

The seal was quickly formed in his hand, and a mysterious breath floated out between his hands.

Nangong Yijian didn't dare to underestimate her now, and thought very seriously about how to deal with it.

But Yan Ruyu's current moves are too mysterious, and he can't understand them. You can only lightly touch the rosary on your wrist.

Suddenly, several small white butterflies suddenly appeared around him, extremely low-key and inconspicuous. But the sword mound has never had these things, so Nangong Yijian immediately found out.

With a wave of his hand, he wanted to beat those white butterflies into powder.

The spiritual power wave scattered the white butterfly, and the only thing he didn't expect was that after the powder, the petals in the middle were revealed, and a formation was formed, trapping him in the middle, and the spiritual flame rushed down from the top of the formation.

Nangong Yijian has a spiritual fire in his body, so he is not afraid when he sees the flames, and his spiritual fire also has the magical ability to devour other spiritual fires.

He struck at the formation, trying to stab one of them.

However, one by one, the butterflies rushed towards the wall of the formation, and before the formation was destroyed, they made up for it very much, and another formation was formed.

One after another, there were at least thousand-layer formations, and at the same time, Nangong Yijian was covered under his head.