Zhang Xuan replied with an "um", then his eyes lit up, and he bowed down and asked, "Senior, I don't know if you know where this Burial Heaven Cliff and Qingtian Ancient Monument are?" Zhang Xuan said sincerely, his voice was extremely pertinent and extremely useful.

Zhang Xuan's words fell, and the old man stroked his straight, long, gray-colored beard. Then he looked a little thoughtful, and finally his eyes showed a sharp edge, and he said excitedly, "I have heard something, it is said that it is the center of the Qingtian Sword Pool.

It is said that this Qingtian Sword Weapon fell there, and finally turned into such a world and achieved the Qingtian Sword Pool!" The old man's voice fell, Zhang Xuan nodded and said, "Thank you seniors for informing me, juniors still have something to do, so I will leave first." ”

The words fell, and Zhang Xuan's figure suddenly turned into a green rainbow and rolled forward. Yu Linglong also suddenly swept the void away, and did not look back, chic. The old man was startled, and then wondered, "There is no one there, what are you doing there?"

Then the old man shrugged his shoulders, spun around, and disappeared in place. Two long rainbows slashed through the void, attracting the attention of many people in the Blue Sky Sword Pool. Somewhere on the earth, a person's body was like a knife, and the essence flashed out.

This person roared in a low voice, "Zhang Xuanyu Linglong, it's actually the two of you! I will definitely want you to die without a place to be buried!" The words fell, and this person's figure flashed and disappeared.

Of course, this person was also followed by several figures in black martial arts, and those people's aura was restrained, just like ordinary people. However, it is angry in the sky, and it still shows an extraordinary state.

In the void, there was another person with excitement in his eyes, and this person laughed and said, "There are so many people going there, it seems to be very lively." The figure swirled and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Manifestation and the others turned into streamers and crossed the sky, their bodies moving like hurricanes, extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they took a big step towards their destination. The cold wind swept across the earth like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

Buried in the cliff, the ancient monument of the blue sky.

The dust is flying, rolling up a thousand waves of yellow soil. The cold air waves across the sky, the cyan ancient monument is like dust for thousands of years, and a sense of vicissitudes has spread to all directions, which makes people feel strong respect.

On the Burial Heaven Cliff, several figures broke through the sky and descended on the Burial Heaven Cliff in an instant. Those few people were majestic, and the cold robes were hunting, spreading out in all directions. Several people stood with their hands in their hands, their eyes showing a fierce light, and their divine consciousness was all around.

I saw a person whose body was like a sword, and he stepped up suddenly, and roared angrily, "Qingtian Sword Spirit, show your body quickly, spare you from death!" The voice spread out like thunder, the sky roared continuously, and the terrifying air waves rippled hard.

However, there was no response, and there didn't seem to be the existence of the so-called Blue Sky Sword Spirit. I saw that the man roared to the sky, and the sword weapon in his hand suddenly cut through the void. A chilling wave of qi surged towards the ancient monument of the blue sky.

The blue-gray Qingtian Ancient Monument was not alarmed, without a trace of fluctuation, quietly waiting for the arrival of the air wave. When that chilling wave of qi came from the ground, and it was about to blast towards the Qingtian Ancient Monument, the Qingtian Ancient Monument suddenly bloomed with a blue-gray light curtain, directly resisting the qi wave.

It was as if the wave of qi had entered the void and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared. The man's gaze was startled, and his figure leaped to his feet, and he leaped down like a goshawk.

At this moment, an old figure suddenly rose from the ancient monument of the blue sky. The man was illusory, but it gradually became solid. The white-haired old man stood proudly in the void, and his eyes showed a bit of resentment.

"You and other juniors dare to disturb the old man's Qingxiu, it's really daring!" The voice broke through the sky, very terrifying. The old man's body was like a sword, still standing in the void, and his voice was extremely majestic, suddenly shocking several great powers of the marrow washing realm.

Then a figure in cyan armor swirled, and then snorted coldly, "Hmph, do you really think that your Qingtian Sword Spirit still has the combat power of the past?

The man's eyes were like lightning, and his whole body was shining, obviously not an idle person. The pitch-black pupils of the Blue Sky Sword Spirit suddenly shot out a sharp sharp aura. The figure flashed, and the majestic and heavy momentum suddenly burst out from the seemingly honest but powerful body.

The air wave was abrupt, and a terrifying momentum suddenly dispersed around him. The figure of the old man flashed to the cliff of burial, and his martial clothes were rolling, quite the temperament of a generation of grandmasters. The man in the cyan armor stood with his hands in his hands, but there was a flash of surprise.

Then this person smiled slightly, and said softly, "Qingtian Sword Spirit, give you a chance." If you surrender to me, I promise to restore you to your prime!" The man's eyebrows were like swords, and he stood in front of him.

The cold wind whistled around him, and the old man who seemed to be old was majestic and angry, and roared angrily, "I am dead, and I will not surrender to your ancient sword soul junior!" The voice was like Huang Zhong Da Lu, and the heroic righteousness swept in all directions, quite a bit of a saint's posture.

The ancient sword soul's face was shocked, and his figure suddenly fell backwards. Immediately, the ancient sword soul's body was as elegant as the wind, trying to dodge that mighty righteousness. However, the strong righteousness seems to be swept in an all-round way, and there is no way to retreat.

In the end, the ancient sword soul sword weapon was blocked, and it was directly shocked by that terrifying force a hundred meters away. The ancient sword soul fell directly down to the Burial Heaven Cliff. In the end, the ancient sword soul's expression tightened, and the sword weapon in his hand suddenly glowed with cyan sword light, and the tip of the sword went towards the cliff.

Suddenly, a powerful elastic force directly sent the ancient sword soul into the sky, and the ancient sword soul Huo Ran grew up and leaped up from under the ten thousand zhang deep burial cliff. Then several other figures also flew directly towards the ancient sword soul, "City Lord, are you okay?" ”

A few people asked affectionately, and Gu Jian Soul waved his hand, indicating that it was okay. Then the eyes of the four of them flashed cold, staring at the old Qingtian Sword Spirit. The body of the Qingtian Sword Spirit is like a sword, straight into the sky.

Immediately, the Qingtian Sword Spirit raised its hand slightly, and the Qingtian Ancient Monument that was suppressed near the Burial Heaven Cliff slowly rose up. A violent momentum suddenly rolled out, and the sound resounded through the sky like thunder, and the wind and thunder surged.

A "boom" suddenly sounded, and the earth shook violently. Smoke and dust rose and drifted into the sky. The sound of roaring continued to sound, and the cyan ancient monument rose up, and pitch-black runes swirled up on the ancient monument, tumbling out.

A calm aura spread, terrifying. The clouds surged in all directions, alarming people 10,000 meters away. The voice was in tatters, and the strong momentum in the heavens and the earth could not be dispersed for a long time.