Ling Tian continued to convey Yuan Force into the Ancient Remnant Sword, and finally discovered the wisp of will in the Remnant Sword. But that wisp of will seems to have lost its vitality in the long years, wrapped in layers of years. Ling Tian's Yuan Force couldn't pass through that layer of time barrier.

Ling Tian slowly opened his eyes and said disappointedly: "Time flies, no matter how great your will is, you can't get rid of the erosion of time, and I'm afraid that layer of time barrier can't even be broken through by immortals." ”

"What??," Tai Sui was surprised and excited.

The barrier of time is a trace of time formed by endless years. Ordinary things can't withstand the erosion of time and disappear in the long river of years. And some things against the sky, without the care of the master, the years cannot be eroded, and can only form a layer of time barriers, which are sealed with the power of time.

"Well, my Yuan Force can't enter, and when I pass through the barriers of time, my Yuan Force is constantly weakened, as if my Yuan Force is aging. "Ling Tian was at a loss, guarding Baoshan empty, but he couldn't get it.

"It's not a question of meta-power, it's a question of quality. You try compressing all your Yuan Force into a drop of liquid Yuan Force and try again. ”

Ling Tian ran the Xuan Gong, frantically absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, concentrating all the yuan power in his body in the dantian. Tried again and again, and kept compressing the elemental force. The original gaseous Yuan Force turned into a mist, the size of a fist, and after continuous compression, it finally turned into a sesame-like liquid Yuan Force.

With a strong chaotic atmosphere, it is filled with a reckless desolation, as if it has experienced endless years.

Ling Tian looked at the liquid Yuan Force of the Dantian, with joy and helplessness, the Yuan Force of the whole body was compressed to such a point, when would the Ruoda Dantian be filled and become the realm of the Spirit Sea. Just thinking about it made Ling Tian a little big.

"That's right! This drop of Yuan Force is full of chaotic aura, if it is compressed nearly a hundred times, it is estimated that it can really be comparable to innate chaos. Such a chaotic aura should be able to resist the erosion of time, at least reach the ancient years. Tai Sui was surprised to feel the breath of that drop of Yuan Force, and couldn't wait to urge Ling Tian to hurry up and break through the barriers of time.

Ling Tian turned the liquid Yuan Force into a small sword to hit the Barrier of Time. The small sword that Yuan Li turned into easily passed through the outermost barrier of time. Leaving a pinhole-like hole in the barrier, as the small sword deepened, the small sword was constantly eroded by the years, rusty, seeing that the Yuanli small sword was immediately eroded, a trace of earth-shattering sword intent rushed out in the moon barrier.

"There was a sword intent inside, and through the barriers of the eternal years, a trace of sword intent was transmitted. Ling Tian felt this earth-destroying sword intent, just a trace of it made him a little unbearable.

Under the starry sky, the slightest sword intent pointed to the sky, and the starlight trembled. At this moment, the masters of the Chaos Heaven Continent all felt a sword intent in the air, that kind of unruly sword intent that looked at the world.

"This turned out to be the Zhuxian Sword Intent! Could it be that this remnant sword is the Zhuxian Sword?" Tai Sui's jaw of surprise was about to fall to the ground, he couldn't believe that the former supreme Dao soldier would be mutilated into his current state.

Ling Tian carefully experienced this trace of sword intent, as if it had opened a window for himself, allowing him to understand the way of the sword to a higher level. So he sacrificed the sealed jade piece and wanted to use it to engrave the sword intent.

The sword intent surged, the cold wind rose, and the inch was in the air, turning into lightning and slashing on the jade piece. The jade piece shook lightly, the white light was boundless, and for a while, it was impossible to engrave the sword intent, and it was impossible to hold each other.

"It's useless, the jade piece has been sealed, and the sword intent of the Zhuxian is so unruly, you can just experience it carefully. Even if you copy it, you can't reach its owner's artistic conception, your own way, go by yourself. The Tao of others can only be used for reference, not copied. Tai Sui was a little sad, and the broken memories of the past emerged.

How domineering the Tongtian Sect Master was back then, the four swords of the immortals came out together, the heavens and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon were lightless, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky were all trembling. However, now the sword of Zhuxian is broken, and the sky is not there, how desolate.

Jinge Iron Road, no return.

The plot of the immortal array is unknown.

Ling Tian knew that he couldn't do anything, so he put away the jade piece and no longer deliberately controlled the Immortal Sword Intent. The sword intent turned into a long wind, and he drove the remnant sword away quickly, and the remnant sword groaned, as if he had a soul, crying with joy.

Ling Tian picked up his strength and chased after the remnant swords, wanting to know where they went.

At this time, Han Yuehong took advantage of the fact that Xiao Ran and the old man had not yet recovered from the sword intent that reached the sky, and took the opportunity to urge the Heavenly Thunder Talisman.

For a while, the wind and clouds changed color, the dark clouds were thick, and under the bright starry sky, a dark cloud appeared, the electric snake thundered, the aura rioted, and the waning moon was bent and red.

The way of heaven is not for justice;

The cold wind rises and the waning moon is red;

Leap reincarnation through the ages;

The heart does not change, and the memories are grand;

The edge of the sword dances in the sky.

"Heavenly Cold Leaping Heart Sword!"

The cold moon is red, under the waning moon, the sword dances in the sky, and the swordsmanship is perfected to the realm.

"Sword Qi? You have actually cultivated sword qi? Impossible? If you are not holy, how can you cultivate sword qi? Hmph! Even if your comprehension of the way of the sword has reached the realm of a sage, it is a pity that you are still in the realm of practicing qi, and you cannot communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, so you can only be regarded as a master in the mortal world. There is also this day's thunder talisman, which turned out to be just a remnant, with heavy thunder and little rain. Today, I will let you know that no matter how perfect the swordsmanship is, it can only surrender under absolute power. "The old man finally knew, why Han Yuehong didn't use the Heavenly Thunder Talisman to sneak attack him, it turned out that the Heavenly Thunder Talisman was mutilated, and it was no longer possible to release the Heavenly Thunder.

"If it weren't for the old man's crippled body, he would have already become a saint and become an immortal, and Hugh would have made you rampant. At this time, Han Yuehong's long sword pointed diagonally into the sky, like a sword god standing on the pinnacle.

The wind and thunder surged, and the fine silk rain drifted away with the wind, and the vicinity of the cold moon red turned into wind and snow, and fell on his body, a layer of white.

Han Yuehong gently brushed away the snowflakes on the long sword, and reluctantly glanced at Baji.

"Haha! Today I want you to know that the sword will never give up!"

"It's a bit interesting, such a sword technique is really a waste in your hands, you go and bring his cultivation technique, this kind of sword technique should belong to this holy son. The Ten Holy Sons were enthusiastic about this set of swordsmanship, and waved his hand to let the old man beside him do it.

"People like you, even if you get the cultivation method, you will never be able to learn it!" Han Yuehong glanced at the Ten Holy Sons with contempt.

"Kill him for me. No...... Don't kill him, let him see with his own eyes how I ravaged his apprentice. The Ten Holy Sons roared hysterically, like mad demons.

"Rain of tears, take Ba Ji away. Let's go!"

"Don't, master!"

At this time, a woman's voice came from Baji's body.

"Twin flowers?" The corners of Xiao Ran's mouth curled slightly, and his eyes stared at Ba Ji in a daze, and his saliva flowed.

"Scum, I'll abolish you today. Cold Moon Red, angry and angry, the long sword in his hand picked up countless sword flowers in the void, and went straight to Xiao Er.

The old man of the Ten Holy Sons' protector screamed, and a thin sword appeared in his hand, like a poisonous snake, blocking Han Yuehong's way.