The sky is thundering, and the sky is panicking.

It is the 'Holy Voice'.

Liu Qiao let out a soft breath, although his expression was solemn, he was not afraid.

Cultivators have their own arrogance, so what about the rolling power of heaven?

When the sword moved, the others had already moved, and the bluestone ground under his feet had cracked.

His figure was like a sharp arrow shooting forward, like a flash of light, and the sound of breaking the sky was also roaring.

The essence in his body is surging and galloping, and now although the essence is still the length of chopsticks, it is already the thickness of a thumb, like a dragon swimming in his body.

Liu Qiao's fist was like a copper hammer, but it was restrained but seemed to be wrapped in a mountain, and it fell down heavily, right in front of him.

He was like a blacksmith who had just been apprenticed, and his posture looked a little clumsy and ridiculous.

But no one laughed here, but was horrified.

Because there is an extra natural flavor in this punch, as if this punch should be like this.

There was a "boom", like thunder.

Liu Qiao's body was empty, but this punch seemed to have fallen into place. A small sword about a foot long was thrown out.

It is often said that if you are fighting with others, since you are fighting, then you must fight against time. But after all, he couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, and he couldn't help but distract himself from taking a look at what the sword looked like.

So, as he wished, he knew what the 'holy sound' was.

The sword had no hilt, nor was it sharp, only a foot long, and it was transparent, like a pool of clear water condensed into ice.

Although, the world calls it a sword, and it is one of the famous seven-section swords. However, few people have ever seen the true appearance of this famous sword.

Liu Wan felt that this sword was more like a short flute.

There was also a row of uniform holes in the rounded sword. There were even bursts of whimpering sounds, which fell in his ears but fell in his heart.

I only heard the voice like crying, sometimes tactful and sometimes low, as if it could awaken the joy and sorrow hidden in the deepest part of people's memories. But when I listened carefully, I found that the sound seemed to be intermittent and incomplete, and people couldn't help but want to concentrate on listening carefully.

For a while, his mind was a little swaying, and his thoughts were a little erratic.

Suddenly, he woke up.

It's just that it's not because of his wakefulness and vigilance, but because of his keen sense of the soul. A tingling sensation came from his chest, as if a sword was about to pierce his chest.

Liu Miao subconsciously leaned sideways, leaning to the left front, and under the running of his spirit, his shoulders seemed to be watered by steel, and he carried a huge force of ten thousand catties.

There was a "zila" sound, as if the scissors in the tailor's hand had cut through the cloth.

Liu Wan's shoulders were not as sharp as the sword, but he still flew a small sword out after all.

After a few moments, a sharp pain came from his shoulder, which finally caused him to regain his clarity and see the sword clearly.

The sword is only seven inches long, somewhat slender, and the whole body is a matte black, and like the 'Holy Sound', there is no hilt.

It was like a night, without any luster, as if even the blazing sun could be swallowed by it.

"Thorn Nan!"

Liu Miao meditated silently in his heart, and also took a deep breath.

He didn't expect that he was cautious, but he was still hit by the sword of 'Holy Sound', which attracted all his attention. Taking this opportunity, this strange 'Thorn Nan' left another wound on his arm.

He was a little passive. He also didn't expect the Enlightened Venerable to be so good at fighting.

In the midst of the lightning, he made a decision in his heart, and his heroic face suddenly became cold, as if it had been frozen in an instant. I don't care about the injuries that the sword qi expands. Take the opportunity to succeed in one blow. He stomped heavily on the ground again, and flew forward again.

In the blink of an eye, the distance was reduced to within 60 zhang.

Suddenly, a wall appeared in front of him, blocking its path, and pushing forward.

That's right, a wall. It's just a condensation of Yuan Force. There are regular pieces of mysterious patterns distributed on it, which looks like a tortoise shell, just like the name of the sword.

"Tortoise shell".

Liu Miao whispered in his heart. At the same time, he was also secretly sighing: Enlightened Venerable is really a good means, and the connection is just right.

A sword straight to the point is a wall, a sword to go sideways, it is also a wall, and in this way he is besieged in the middle.

Liu held his breath and condensed, constantly punching, the momentum was strong and heavy, and its power was enough to open the mountain and rubble, but it did not break a high wall, which was enough to see the solidity of this sword.

However, this bombardment was not without achievements. Or the speed that stops the 'Tortoiseshell Sword' from being blocked.

Liu Qiao's feet were already difficult to maintain the speed of flying, so he could only barely move forward slowly.

It may be because every punch must be done with all his might, so his figure is a little driven by the fist. is like a toddler, but his belief is getting stronger and stronger.

He wanted to see if he could lift the curtain of the sedan car and see the person standing tall inside.

However, many people did not think highly of him. Even some people have a cloud in their hearts. This is just the third sword, and next, what about the four swords?

The breeze floated slightly, and the wind chimes under the eaves of the houses along the street were gently swayed from side to side by the wind, hitting each other, making bursts of crisp sounds. A wandering heart will definitely get a trace of stability at this time.

Liu Miao also felt very stable, and he was quietly waiting for the storm to come.

Fortunately, this sword did not make anyone wait for a long time.

Liu Miao leaned back slightly, and it was not a storm that came. It was a glow.

It seemed to come from the horizon and obscured the sky.

This glow is not like an orange-red sunrise, nor is it a golden sunset, but a verdant and turquoise glow. However, this Caixia is also a sword, which is "supporting the green".

I have to admit that this glow is very beautiful, like a piece of aurora, which is dazzling.

But there was no half appreciation and praise in Liu Qiao's eyes. There was only solemnity in his eyes. He believed that no matter who it was, after feeling that behind this seemingly brilliant beauty was endless sword qi and killing intent, they would definitely not have any emotions of appreciation.

As with many things in the world, behind the seemingly beautiful lies a deadly danger.

At this moment, everyone felt that Liu Miao seemed to be able to resist the enemy only by pulling out the long sword at his waist, after all, the power of that sword had been seen by many people. A sword cuts off a magic weapon, even if it is a needle, but it is still a magic weapon after all.

But he didn't.

I saw that Liu Xiaoshuang pinched lightly, and a talisman appeared on his fingertips. Different from ordinary talismans, it is actually engraved on a strange blue paper, with mysterious golden inscriptions.

However, before anyone could see the mystery clearly, it had already been stimulated by Liu Xiao. There is no vision, as if a larger breeze was blowing.

Suddenly, I saw Liu Xiao within ten zhang, but it seemed to be still.

The incomparable sword qi that should have descended suddenly lost its edge in an instant, like a picture scroll engraved in heaven and earth. However, what is still is not the sword qi, but the sword, and it is the ubiquitous vitality between heaven and earth.

Liu Qiao exerted his strength again, and his hands were each knotted with two streamlined demon seals, and the pure essence qi came out of his body, surging and majestic.

I saw that a spirit rushed through the sky, and it was like an immortal caressing, and it instantly blew away the glow of the sky. The other spirit was domineering and fierce, and in an instant, it shattered the blocking wall besieging him.

"Zhen Yuan Fu!"

The Venerable Enlightened One was a little surprised.

The people around were also shocked, the Zhenyuan Fu could still be used like this, but what was that cyan gas if it wasn't Yuan Li?

There are many runes and seals in the world, and many of them have strange effects. Just like this, Zhenyuan Fu is often used to imprison others, and it is almost never used against the enemy. Because of its greatest function, it can weaken or even expel the vitality of various subordinates in the specified target area, which is relatively bizarre.

Although the sword qi is sharp, it is also a form of Yuan Force condensation. Nature is within the scope of this Yuan Force suppression.

"How did you do that?"

Rao is a dignified enlightened Venerable, and after all, he couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked.

Liu Miao slowly straightened up, but smiled and did not answer. He is not stupid, how can he pass on the root of his life?

"Then take me another sword. ”

The icy voice of the Enlightened Venerable came out. Although the sword qi he had used before was affected by the 'Zhenyuan Fu', Liu Xiao was also within the scope of the Fu Seal's influence, so why could he burst out with extremely strong combat power and repel his sword?

"It's weird, but what?"

His Holiness muttered softly.

Liu Miao seemed to have never heard of it, he leaned back slightly, but there was a little more red in his eyes, like a little firelight.

Some people followed his line of sight with hindsight, but the alert and sharp-eyed had already noticed that it was not fire, but a feather, just red like fire.

Liu Miao had already focused all his eyes on this feather. It looks like a long and narrow willow leaf, but it is as red as an autumn maple leaf.

Red like fire, like blood.

It just swayed and fluttered and fell slowly.

Liu Qiao's hand also slowly landed on the sword tonight, turning slightly. He closed his eyes and waited silently for the sword to come.

This sword he recognized, it was the phoenix tail.

In the time of Xianlu, there was a pair of immortal couples of the demon clan, who were called, 'Phoenix Immortal' and 'Phoenix Immortal'. The two immortals are from the same family, and legend has it that each of them has refined three beautiful feathers into a powerful magic weapon sword, and the two can cut mountains and rivers and shatter the stars when they strike together.

And the essence of removing the spirit bamboo in the 'Phoenix Tail Sword' is to smelt a tail feather left by a phoenix immortal. However, the remnants of the immortals, although they are not the most important feathers, are not easy to underestimate.

"Very strong! I don't know how extraordinary those few swords refined by Ling Yu are. ”

As the 'Phoenix Tail Sword' gradually fell, the sword qi gradually approached. Liu Qiao could feel the sword qi contained in it, like a vast ocean. He couldn't help but admire softly.

However, acknowledging the strength of this sword does not represent fear, but respect, respect for the sword, and yearning for the demeanor of the ancient immortals.

So, he slowly drew his sword.

On the phoenix-tailed sword, there was no magnificent sword qi and yuan power. It looks plain and bland, but it contains an invincible edge and killing power.

Liu Miao asked himself, even with the assistance of Zhenyuan Fu, it would be difficult for him to compete with this sword even if he tried his best. After all, Zhen Yuan Fu was also extremely weakened to his own Yuan Power.

Fortunately, he also had a sword, which was ugly and not sharp enough, but it was strong.

However, this is enough, as long as it can resist the phoenix tail sword.