Huang Jiulong only has one sword, but the sword intent around him is the same sword, and the sword is different.

There is a gentle and subtle shadow, there is a small sword intent that responds to the sword hidden in the sleeve, and there is also a movement with the shape, the sword intent rushes to thunder, and the sword intent is as bloody as the bloodthirsty heavy sword in the hands of the demon cultivator, and there is also no lack of Haoran sword intent.

The sword intent is chaotic and varied, but it is orderly and orderly, and each other, even if it is born wrong, it is still impartial.

It's like the highest specification among the secular dynasties under the mountain, and the nine horses that are not allowed to ride outside the world without the emperor are allowed to drive and drive Luan.

Nine horses drive side by side, and walk together.

Huang Jiulong jumped up lightly, with his own sword intent under his feet and the bridge as the base pad.

As a result, a sword cloud seemed to rise in mid-air.

Above the sword cloud, Huang Jiulong held Chengying, so this gatekeeper of the god ruins who didn't want to admit it or didn't want to be a sword cultivator swung out a sword that should have a sword in the realm of the Three Realms and the Three Heavens Great Perfection.

In fact, in the moment before he Huang Jiulong swung his sword, Wu Chen asked the other party two questions with the sound of knowing the sea in his heart, one was why, and the other was worth it.

Then Huang Jiulong replied directly: "After living for nine thousand years, looking at the sword and seeing it for nine thousand years, he has done everything that should be done over and over again, so he Huang Jiulong wants to do something that ordinary people dare not do." ”

As for the result, it's not that important anymore.

In addition to the large and small pieces of the sect name mountain gates on Zhongzhou Mountain, which are divided according to the size of the Patriarch Hall, in addition to the passage leading to the bottom of the mountain in their own realm, there is actually another passage, a simpler passage that is also more difficult.

That is the Sword City, which is a somewhat inconspicuous but absolutely critical hub between the lower and the upper part of the mountain.

It's just that that place is extremely far away and remote, so Wu Chen had only spent the little Xuanjing in his pocket before, and entered the secular realm under the mountain through the passage under the Great Xuan Dynasty that left the Heavenly Sect.

went back to one of his own nests, and he had to give Xuanjing to others, which really made Wu Chen a lot of depression at that time.

Huang Jiulong, the gatekeeper of Sword City, knew Wu Chen, to be precise, he knew Wu Chen's unseen momentum, not the ordinary appearance of grabbing a lot of people in the crowd.

It's just that this kind of knowledge is limited to the kind where you know me, and I don't know you.

Wu Chen knew the Sword City and the burial of the Sword Land, so he naturally knew him Huang Jiulong.

Otherwise, he Wu Chen wouldn't have asked those two superfluous questions that couldn't be superfluous.

The world is gloomy, because it is not big, the sword cloud has become a sword cloud on the top of the mountain, and it is estimated that it is an ordinary Tianxuan Emperor Sword Cultivator standing here, and when he sees this situation in front of him, he has to be dumbfounded, and the sword path is shallow and has to end up with an unstable sword heart.

Because on the top of the mountain, the Dao Dao sword intent incarnated into the sword that appeared as the prototype, and there were too many dense turns.

Next to the small pavilion, Lu Qi'er pushed Bao Yi back into the small pavilion.

Then the fist intent of the whole body skyrocketed, the eyes were bright red, and a martial artist who was no more than twenty or thirty meters tall appeared, covering the entire small pavilion with his entire body.

Compared with the hundred-zhang giant martial arts outer body that fought against Yang Zhantian before, this martial external body that has shrunk by most of the time and most of the time is actually the real martial external body of his Lu Qi'er, to be precise, it is the martial external body that Lu Qi'er should have in the previous half-step Eight Realms.

It's just that in order to maintain this martial arts appearance that he shouldn't have, the small martial arts essence condensed by thousands of years of hard work by his Lu Jie'er began to slowly fade at a speed that could barely be discerned by the naked eye.

The outer body of the martial arts of martial arts, the martial arts of the six realms includes the martial arts of the six realms, the higher the cultivation is, the taller the outer body of the martial arts is more and more tall, and there can be hundreds of meters and dozens of zhang, it is definitely to the six realms of martial cultivation, and above the six realms, it is two completely opposite situations, and the more the cultivation is to the outer body of the martial minister, the more compact it is.

Of course, this is only compared to ordinary monks, just like he is above the Six Realms, and the outer body of the martial artist is already as high as nearly a hundred zhang, but Wu Chen, a martial cultivator of the Four Realms, has the outer body of the martial artist of the Eight Realms, just like the disciples of the sect and the disciples of the fourth-rate sect, isn't it comparable?

Some monks are born to reach the pinnacle of others' lives.

Yang Zhantian didn't care about regretting it at this time, the compass hook was already sacrificed, and with the realm of ten steps around him, he began to build a circle of space barriers, and the rich spatial aura came to his face, devouring the space that belonged to the peak.

Another golden embroidered flag was trapped in the cage, and it was inserted in the place of five steps.

So above the head, within five steps, ten steps around, there are two whole obstructions.

And one of his Yang Zhantian's hearts is still half-hanging. There was no thunder and lightning in the sword cloud, but there was a rain of swords falling.

A beam of sword intent is a drop of sword rain, so thousands of sword intent falls, and a rain of swords is naturally formed.

Between the heaven and earth above the peak, apart from this pouring sword rain, there is nothing to think about.

It was dawn on the peak, but because of the black sword cloud and the black cloud that fell from the sword rain, his eyes were dark.

Wu Chen raised his head, and the sword rain fell down, piercing through the spatial barrier, and he couldn't do it in the blink of an eye.

Huang Jiulong, who cultivated the Sword of the Xuan Emperor of the Triple Heavenly Great Perfection, swung a sword that only the Xuan Saint Realm could only have at this time.

With the sword in his hand, the thousands of swords in the sword city are used as a bridge to reach the Xuansheng Realm.

That was a realm that they were far from being able to reach, a realm that they feared, the gatekeepers of the shackled gods and man ruins.

The Great Perfection of the Triple Heavenly Xuan Emperor is the pinnacle realm, which has nothing to do with realm cultivation as a talent, and is under the jurisdiction of this largest heaven and earth.

At the foot of Hengfeng, the indifferent sword in Xu Youran's arms, and the heavy sword in the hand of the woman Shu Qi, were all trembling, no matter how the two of them communicated their natal sword, they couldn't go deep into it.

Xu Youran was calm, because he knew Sword City and knew that senior, and now it is like this, it should be like this.

But the woman Shu Qi had a gloomy face, and her heart sank, or the sword path was too narrow, the sword foundation was not solid, and she had to practice the sword.

Lei Zhenggang looked up at the peak, muttered "Good girl!" and stopped looking up.

The gloomy peak caused by the sword cloud, at this moment, suddenly brightened, blazing and dazzling, even the monks at the foot of the peak were scorching.

On the top of the peak, at the brightest place in the light, Wu Chen asked softly in front of him: "Is it worth exchanging a sword for a hundred years?"