The majestic sword peak was reflected in the ink eyes, and Xuantian Ming's gaze was a little solemn. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After half a ring, the mountain wind rises suddenly, and the dead leaves on the mountain are flying, which looks a little sluggish.

Suddenly remembering something, his ink eyes stared at the ring he wore on his left hand.

At this time, the silver-blue ring faded its original brilliance and nobility, and was dim, like a simple ring, only in the dark there were a few traces of silver light flowing.

"It's okay, no pretense."

Feeling the cold touch of the ring, Xuantian Ming smiled lightly.

With the ground-level spirit treasure, if the news is revealed, with the rarity of the earth-level spirit treasure, he will face the pursuit of the powerhouses of the major forces.

With a heavy treasure, before you have the strength to protect it, it is also beneficial for you to do a good job of camouflage.

Keen soul perception penetrated, and Xuantian suddenly felt an overwhelming cold air surging up, as if it was about to drown him, and an inexplicable chill came out of his back.

A white world......

Xuantian Ming is like being in a snowy ice and snow world, the ice and snow in the sky are like elves, the cold wind is fierce, and the snow is flying.

In the distance, eight ice sculptures carved entirely from icebergs stand tall in the sky, emitting small fluctuations from time to time.

Each ice sculpture looks completely different, and the only thing they have in common is that they are all armed with swords, with the edge of a sword, and the cold light is cold.

The heroic posture of the eight ice sculptures is in full view, and from them there is a condescending temperament overlooking all living beings.

There is no doubt that they must be peerless sword cultivators in the world.

The sword eyebrows were raised slightly, and he turned around with a slight notice, looking vigilantly at the figure that had quietly descended.

A looming figure stepped on the snowstorm, and the sharp fluctuations emanating from its body made the latter move slightly.

With the storm of wind and snow, the figure gradually became clear, revealing the figure.

The face is as bewitching as a peach blossom, the thin eyebrows like a willow leaf are as narrow as a willow leaf, and the ripples in the eyes from time to time make people's hearts ripple.

She came one by one, the waist-length three thousand green silk poured down like a waterfall, and the delicate body was under a silver-blue dress, adding amazing charm, looking from afar, like an ice-blue medicinal lotus in the wind and snow, drunk with this ice and snow, and drunk with this earthly world.

Xuan Tianming remained silent, quietly looking at the woman who came.

This woman's appearance was very similar to the female sword cultivator at the end of the eight ice sculptures in the sky, but the person who came did not have the slightest breath of a sword.

"The comprehension and perception are good, the sword realm has also touched the body sword, and I have stepped into the level of the entrance to the body sword, but my cultivation is too weak, and I can barely pass the level."

The charming woman who turned all beings upside down smiled lightly, and for a while, there were all kinds of amorous feelings.

"Who are you?"

Xuantian asked suspiciously, this ring was not as simple as he imagined, and it seemed to hide a big secret.

"You don't need to know," the woman said lightly, "I'm nothing but the predecessor of this ring. ”

After finishing speaking, the wind and snow around the woman stopped abruptly, and the jade hand of Chao Qianqian converged, condensing into a jade sword with cold light, crystal clear, silver light flowing, and stayed in the palm of the charming woman.

Then, she walked forward and took a step, this step made the temperature of heaven and earth drop suddenly, and an incomparably fierce breath burst out from the woman's body, like the yin wind from the nine shadows of hell, roaring between heaven and earth, and the wind and snow in the entire heaven and earth rolled upside down, screaming bitterly and angrily.

Keng ......

A melodious sword roar suddenly sounded from the jade sword, and the sword momentum that diffused out shot straight into the sky, tearing the sky and dispersing the wind and snow, which was extremely terrifying.

"Hiss......"

Xuan Tianming gasped, a trace of astonishment flashed on his colorful face, and he regained his composure after a moment.

"Would you like to take over?"

The woman's sword pointed at Xuantian Ming and asked, her charming face suddenly became serious.

"It seems...... I don't have a choice. ”

Ink eyes flashed smartly, and he met Jian Feng and responded calmly.

"That's good!"

The woman smiled coquettishly, the heavens and the earth were dimmed, and the jade sword in her hand immediately turned into a brilliant streamer, and in the blink of an eye, it penetrated into the heart of Xuantian Yingmei.

Xuan Tianming didn't resist, if it was not good for him, he could erase his consciousness as soon as he entered the ring, so why bother.

Surprised, the sword light was like a flood, and with his amazing insight, he only vaguely saw a line of sword shadows, which took in the center of his eyebrows, faintly revealing a sharp edge.

"Senior, this is ......"

"What I gave you is a natal sword intent that belongs to me, whether you can comprehend it or not depends on your creation."

The woman didn't wait for Xuantian Ming to ask, and spoke first, her slender waist was extremely soft and beautiful against the background of the wind and snow, "At the same time, this is still a blow comparable to the royal realm, and it can only be activated when you reach the condensation realm, which is enough to protect your life." ”

After the woman finished speaking, she faintly sensed something, and said to Xuantian Ming: "Have you received the inheritance of a certain strong person?" ”

"Yes."

Xuantian Ming's face was still unfazed, his ink eyes blinked, and he spit out a word.

The inheritance of the Spirit Array Master, it can be regarded as such.

"Well, the inheritance of fallen powerhouses in the blood world is rare, and you can obtain one of the inheritances, which is also an opportunity for you. Well, my intention to stay in this ring is about to run out, and you must be careful in the outside world from now on. ”

The charming woman's figure gradually became hazy, and her gaze towards Xuantian Ming was full of charming, "Little guy, the stunt of eight people in each of the eight ice sculptures is up to you, don't let us down!" ”

"Hmm."

Xuantian replied, full of good feelings for this charming woman who had been talking for less than a quarter of an hour.

The full force of that Royal Dao Realm alone was enough to move Xuantian Ming.

In the Lin Family's Scripture Pavilion, the existence of the Royal Dao Realm is vaguely recorded, and no one knows how strong the Royal Dao Realm is.

But Xuantian Ming knew that this was a realm that was even more terrifying than his innateness, and only when he reached that level could he reveal the mystery.

Refining the body, condensing qi, refining Gang, and congenital, this is the four realms of entering the Dao, in Luoyang City, the main cultivation of Luoyang City, which has the highest strength, is not the peak of the innate realm, and above the innate is the royal realm!

With so many realms apart, it is enough to see how precious a charming woman is.

Moreover, from this woman's words, it was revealed that there was an extraordinary person in the blood domain, and there was a strong person who fell, how powerful should it be, and what secrets were hidden in the blood domain?

"Little one, I'll give you a gift at the end!"

Until the woman was illusory, a sound came out, and her whole body instantly shattered into a little starlight, lingering around the Xuantian Netherworld and dancing, all of which were submerged in the Xuantian Netherworld.

A sense of comfort spreads throughout the body, closes your eyes slightly, and feels a wonderful fluctuation transmitted to your mind, resonating in unison.

When he opened his eyes again, in front of Xuantian Ming's eyes, there seemed to be wisps of sharp sword momentum swept away, attacking and killing, and in his ears, a long roar of sword groaning sounded, and the whole person seemed to be surrounded by sword qi.

This is a dimly lit small world, it doesn't seem to be big, and it seems to be boundless, and everywhere you look, it's all swords, like a battlefield after a fight.

The long, the short, the heavy, the light, the blunt, the sharp, the whole, the broken, the worn, the rusty, all stuck in the earth, straight or crooked.

"Here...... Is it a fantasy? Xuantian muttered, in front of him, there was only a sword.

The breeze blows, the sword blows and buzzes, the sword roars, and each sword seems to tell the glory of the year.

Looking at all the sword weapons, Xuantian Ming seemed to be unable to return to his senses for a long time, immersed in the sword pile.

From these sword weapons, he felt an inexplicable silence, an unspeakable grievance.

Keng ......

A sword roared in the sky, and Xuantian Ming held a sword, a rusty long sword.

The deep eyes of the ink eyes suddenly became sharp and unmatched.

The breath of killing on the battlefield permeated the air, sweeping in all directions, and the long sword in his hand carried the killing aura, performing the killing slash over and over again.

The long sword smashed, the sword momentum swept away, the sword qi was raging, and the air was buzzing with shock.

In an instant, all the swords, whether they were intact or broken and mutilated, seemed to be driven by the long sword of Xuantian Ming, and they were pulled by an invisible force, trembling slightly, and emitting a buzzing sword groan.

Dao Dao sword light swept up from the ruins, piercing the sky, as if to confirm the harbinger of the rebirth of the sword weapon.

Keng ......

These swords, as if they have recovered their original brilliance and edge, in the sound of the sword, a mouth flew up, slowly hovering in mid-air, ten thousand swords contending to exude a dazzling brilliance, ten thousand swords dynasty.

The sharp and sharp aura belonging to the sword emanated, and between the mighty and mighty, it filled all directions, sweeping and raging.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared, a sword weapon seemed to be full of spirituality, and it actually followed Xuantian Ming to perform swordsmanship, and it was also a slashing slash, a killing swordsmanship on the battlefield.

Every sword, whether complete or incomplete, was all wrapped in a layer of cold light at this time, looking like a spiritual sword.

"Ding! The yellow rank is a high-grade smash and kill Xiaocheng! ”

"Ding! The yellow rank is a great success! ”

Xuantian Ming didn't feel anything at all, he was completely immersed in comprehension, and subconsciously cultivated to break and kill, using it as a medium of comprehension.

In the end, tens of thousands of sword weapons were slashed out at the same time, and the thick killing aura mixed with the sword momentum after the superposition of ten thousand swords condensed into a hundred-zhang killing word, soaring into the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and killing the nine heavens of the green and underworld.

This killing word seemed to be oppressing himself, which made Xuantian Ming's heart tremble, and there was a sense of tearing that was strangled and shattered.

But......

The sword roared, piercing the sky and reverberating through the heavens and the earth.

"Sword ...... Edge ...... Sharp...... Slaughter...... Essence ......"

One by one, the understanding of the sword came to my heart, and the artistic conception of the sword gradually understood.

"Ding! The yellow rank is a high-grade smash and kill to a complete extent. ”

Suddenly, the sky swirled, as if the wind and clouds were changing, day and night alternated, Xuantian was shaken and woke up.

In the clear ink eyes, a little dazed flashed.

In front of his eyes, the wind and snow on the snow-capped icebergs stopped, and the magnificent snow scene was intoxicating.

Suddenly, the soul trembled involuntarily, as if a basin of cold water was poured from the head, and a cool feeling rushed down the spine to the soles of the feet, and the whole person directly withdrew from the ice and snow world in the ring, awakened, and returned to reality.

When he opened his ink eyes, a sharp sword less than a stone's throw away from him was reflected in his eyes, breaking through the air......