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Just as the wind was blowing lightly and Sun Erhu was facing each other coldly, an earth-shattering roar came from the sky.

The wind was blowing lightly, Huo Ran looked up at the sky, but saw a bright light tearing through the clouds.

His pupils constricted, his heart couldn't help but tremble, his usually indifferent face suddenly turned bloody, and even his hands were clenched into tight fists.

His retinue were astonished, they were accustomed to seeing a sword idiot known for his indifference, who could remain silent before a landslide, but they had never seen him suddenly agitated, and they were so excited that they could not help themselves.

Of course, the wind was blowing lightly, it was the hope of his sanctification, and it was the light that he pursued all his life!

Now that the coveted light has arrived, what awaits us?

The sect may be destroyed, and it may not be able to recover, but it is all an uncertain future, and it is the darkness of the future.

How can the light that I have been looking for for more than ten years be blinded by the darkness of the future?

So, without hesitation, he went to the light, leaving behind a cold sentence: "Kill him!" ”

More than a dozen of his followers, more than a dozen swords, slashed at Sun Erhu.

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The light that the wind was blowing towards was getting brighter and brighter, but when he finally took on the shape of a sword, he was suddenly stunned.

Because he found a cyan figure standing behind the light.

How could this man still be alive? As soon as this thought flashed, he calmed down, and then waved his sleeves, and at the same time condensed thirteen gray sword qi, attacking the cyan figure.

Ever since his Purple Cloud Sword was destroyed by the Golden Crow, he hadn't used a physical sword again, and he didn't need to use a physical sword.

Because he is a light wind and a sword idiot, although he has not cultivated to the unity of human and sword, the spirit sword he condenses with sword qi is no different from the physical sword, and even more powerful than the physical sword.

When he saw the cyan figure holding the sword of light, he, who was extremely experienced in combat, used the sharpest trick 'Wind Spirit Thirteen Swords'.

This is the highest sword technique of the Shinto Sword Sect that the Sword Saint passed on to his Shinto Sword Sect after his cultivation broke through to the Yuan Infant Realm.

With this sword move, he had swept through all the sects in the Dongying Sea, killed countless monks of the same rank, and even severely damaged several sword cultivators in the late Yuan Ying period.

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The gray spirit sword that thirteen sword qi turned into screamed, drawing different trajectories, and slashed towards Yun Jing, who was falling into the clouds.

These thirteen swords form a seemingly chaotic sword array, which is dazzling and unavoidable.

At that moment, the entire sky seemed to be cut into countless fragments by these thirteen traceless gray sword bodies, and Yun Jing fell into the vortex of these fragments in an instant.

The wall of his protective spiritual power was shredded in an instant, and even the green shirt that was fluttering up was cut off by the fierce sword qi.

Yun Jing suddenly let out a cold snort, and the thirteen fierce sword qi suddenly suffocated.

Then, he picked up a gray spirit sword that pierced in front of him and stabbed it lightly into the wind.

Feng Qingyang stood in mid-air in a daze, and actually watched his own condensed gray spirit sword stabbing towards him, until the moment it stabbed into his body, he suddenly moved his body, and then disappeared into the air, but a bloody light splashed in the air.

The thirteen gray sword qi disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When the wind lightly appeared three hundred zhang away, he found that the cyan figure was still in front of him, but he didn't have the sword of light in his hand.

"You're going to attack with your sense! And it's also a primordial monk! His pale face was covered with surprise, and his plain white shirt was already red.

Yun Jing glanced at him coldly and said, "In the past, the Great Elder of the Hellish Cold Gate of the Extreme Northern Continent was very good at fishing, and he froze the thousands of miles of Daming Lake into a frozen lake and fished alone, and as a result, he gave the fishing rod to me who was only cultivating at that time. It's a pity that I paid you for that fishing rod with a spirit stone.

But I will take the spirit stone from you, and I will redeem the fishing rod and stick it in your grave, so that you can go fishing in the River Styx. ”

Feng Qingyang smiled and said: "You are only a mid-Yuan Infant cultivator, if you want to destroy me, it's not so easy!" ”

Yun Jing waved his sleeves, condensed a white spirit sword suspended in the air, and sneered: "You are known as a sword idiot, but I am not a sword cultivator, if you die under my sword, then you can only change your name to a sword ghost!" ”

The wind is blowing lightly and domineering in the Dongying Continent, and he has been humiliated three times and twice like this, when his eyes are above the top?

He pretended to be surprised and replied to Yun Jing just now, just wanting to take the opportunity to calm down the churning sea of knowledge and recover the sword wound on his body, but he didn't expect Yun Jing to say such mean words.

Angry, he stretched out his hand and shook it, condensed a gray spirit sword, and shouted: "In that case, let's see who will become the ghost under the sword today!" ”

Yun Jing waved his hand, and the white spirit sword was like a white fish swimming in the sky, suddenly finding bait that could be fought for, and it surrounded the wind lightly in an instant.

Feng Qingyang was attacked by Yun Jing's divine stinger, and his divine consciousness had been damaged, and he couldn't control the thirteen spirit swords at all, so he had to hold the spirit sword in his hand, so that he could ensure that his spirit sword was not interfered with by Yun Jing's divine sense.

In fact, Yun Jing took away his spirit sword with his hand just now, and easily broke his sword formation, which made him feel cowardly.

But at this moment, Yun Jing's cynicism made him have to sacrifice his life to fight for his pride.

It's just that from the moment the spirit sword that swam like a fish surrounded him, he began to regret it.

An unprecedented danger of death flooded his heart, because those white fish suddenly turned into sky-high sword intent.

These sword intents were incomparably sharp, but they flashed with holy brilliance, and boundless white lotus suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The lotus flowers are in full bloom, and all that is in full bloom are sharp sword rays, so his protective shield wall is shattered in the lotus blossom, and his flying hair falls in the lotus blossom.

In his terror, he slashed out his gray spirit sword, and it fell like a long rainbow among the lotus flowers.

However, the spirit sword with a momentum like a rainbow fell on the lotus bush, but it was silent, and it was leisurely swallowed by the blooming lotus.

His spirit sword just disappeared without a sound!

When he held it into the air again, he didn't hold a gray spirit sword, but a white lotus flower.

The lotus flower suddenly bloomed in the palm of his hand, and his hand turned into a rain of blood, but it was stirred into a faint blood mist by other blooming lotus flowers.

He was a little desperate, he understood that he could no longer control the surrounding heaven and earth aura, and those auras had all turned into white lotus.

The Yuanying Monk can't control the surrounding heaven and earth aura, so how can he fight against another Yuanying Monk with only the spiritual power in his body?

The lotus flower kept blooming, his plain white clothes were stained with blood, and his originally handsome face was twisted and hideous at the moment.

He suddenly roared, and a small black sword flew out of his mouth, like a black lightning, through the lotus flowers, and flew straight towards Yunjing.

Spirit of the Sword Embryo!

The wind was blowing lightly, and it actually contained a black sword embryo spirit.