Sword Cultivation Continent, Yan Kingdom, Creation Mountain, Dragon Tomb.

The lonely moon hanging high in the sky was a scarlet color, like the testament of the terrible battle tens of thousands of years ago.

Rolling thunder, mighty wind, I don't know whether it is day or night in the dragon tomb that has existed in the world for tens of thousands of years.

Countless behemoths reveal the corners of glaciers on the devastated land, the remains of countless prehistoric dragons.

The black clouds weren't too high, so the scarlet moonlight could only illuminate part of the Dragon's Tomb.

If anyone were here, facing this ancient relic, almost as soon as they closed their eyes, it was as if they could hear the noise, blood and carnage from 10,000 years ago.

In the middle of the dragon tomb, inside a huge dragon skeleton, there is an old man standing here.

The old man's face was clear, his eyes were sharp, his two white eyebrows hung down to his neck, he stood with his hands in his hands, and his black and white robe swayed slightly in the fierce wind, and he didn't know how many years he had stood quietly in this place.

After a long time, a sword appeared in the old man's hand, and the vast inner breath flowed like the sea, and an incomparably powerful momentum instantly spread throughout the entire Dragon Tomb Wasteland.

Countless crows surrendered, the sky thundered and retreated, and the thick clouds above the old man's head dispersed, and a huge opening opened in the sky, revealing the blood moon in its entirety.

A phantom of a huge dragon appeared behind the old man, spanning the heavens and the earth, as if a tens of thousands of years of dragon buried in the wasteland had awakened.

If Chen Jinren was still alive and here, he would definitely be shocked when he saw this scene.

The dragon shadow transformed by the dragon king's stunt dragon shadow is extremely mottled, and the volume is only a little higher than a person, but now the dragon shadow behind the old man is unprecedentedly huge, and the dragon eyes exude a strange red glow, which is enough to see that this move is huge, in comparison, the dragon shadow is almost stingy.

After a long time, the dragon shadow dispersed, and the sword was sheathed, but the old man slowly closed his eyes, and only two long white eyebrows fluttered in the long wind.

Behind the old man, in the Dragon Tomb Wasteland, where heaven and earth meet, a figure appeared.

This is a middle-aged man, the spirit of the peak of his upright life is written on his face, at this moment he is looking at the back of the old man in the distance, grinning, one step, and his figure appears dozens of feet away.

Stepping through the void, this middle-aged man was a sword king powerhouse.

If Panlong's sword cultivator is beside him, he can recognize that this middle-aged sword king is one of the best figures in Panlong, not only has a high status in Yan Kingdom, but is also secretly appointed by the Panlong Alliance Lord as the successor of the next alliance leader.

However, after the middle-aged man finally appeared not far behind the old man, he stopped suddenly, and then respectfully bowed to the old man and said calmly, "Teacher." ”

"Hmm. The old man nodded faintly, and his eyes slowly opened.

Suddenly, an identical phantom of an old man appeared in front of his eyes, standing with the same hands in his hands, but between his eyebrows and eyes, there was less anger in the world, more like the phantom of a puppet.

The middle-aged man knew that this was the out-of-body incarnation condensed by the old man's soul power, and he could perform it without the help of a carrier, which was already very remarkable, which made the middle-aged man look at the old man more and more respectfully.

"Teacher, you are only one step away from the realm of the Sword Emperor. The middle-aged man exclaimed.

"I don't know how many more decades it will take to take this step. The old man looked up at the huge dragon bone above his head, and said thoughtfully, "In the realm of the Sword Emperor, only when the three essences, qi and gods have been cultivated to the peak, can there be a chance to produce a subtle change, but now I can't even condense the incarnation outside the body like a living person." ”

After saying that, he shook his head, finally turned around to look at the middle-aged man, and said calmly: "The Sword Spirit, the Sword King, and even the Sword Emperor are the spirit of tempering the sword cultivation respectively. ”

The old man's eyes were like torches, and he spoke very seriously, and the middle-aged man did not dare to slack off, his expression was respectful and excited, because he had just heard from the old man's mouth about the highest and unfathomable secret of this Sword Cultivation Continent.

Even in the eyes of the vast majority of sword cultivators and the world, a large part of the sword king powerhouses who are high above cannot comprehend this level, and only the old man can only see that layer of barrier if he has been concentrating on this dragon tomb for ten years.

"Tell me, why did you come to me?" the old man looked at the man deeply before asking slowly.

He has been standing quietly in this Dragon Tomb Wasteland for ten years, and in the past ten years, he has been refining the meridians of his body with his inner breath every day, the rain and dew are water, the birds are food, the Dao heart is gradually becoming quiet, the soul power is more and more abundant, and the internal breath is also faintly able to communicate with heaven and earth, and the changes are endless.

This middle-aged man is his personal disciple, and in the past ten years, he has handled the big and small matters in Panlong for him, and he only came to see him once every two years, and now it has been less than half a year since the last time.

"Teacher, Senior Brother Jiang Tianhu has fallen in a foreign country. The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Hmm. The old man just nodded lightly, without sadness or joy.

He has received many apprentices in his life, and there are not a few who can become the sword king, although Jiang Tianhu is also the realm of the sword king, but it is only the entry realm, and after all, it is only the last way in his eyes with the flying sword.

Accepting a flying sword cultivator as an apprentice was originally a bold experiment for the old man, until he later found out that the flying sword was just another manifestation of sword wielding, so he lost patience with the disciple Jiang Tianhu and had the right to be free-range.

Jiang Tianhu died, he was not sad.

"According to our Panlong's eyeliner in Nanling County of the Zhou Dynasty, it was a seventeen-year-old young sword king who killed the junior brother of the Heavenly Tiger. The middle-aged man added.

"Seventeen-year-old young sword king?" the old man's eyes opened, and he became a little interested.

Jiang Tianhu is already a beginner of the Flying Sword King, and he has even cultivated a reformed Baili Ao, which stands to reason that he can walk sideways in almost most places in the Zhou Dynasty, but he didn't want him to fall into the hands of a young Sword King.

It made him slightly interested, but that was about it.

Now he is almost at the peak of the Sword King of the Sword Cultivation Continent, and even the half-step Sword Emperor, and there are only a handful of people left in the entire continent who can still fight him head-on.

The seventeen-year-old young sword king, although it was the first time he had heard of it in his life, he knew that those transcendent families who were in charge of the lifeblood of a country had a profound background, even the coiling dragon could not reach it, and could use some elixirs or secret methods to forcibly feed people to the realm of the sword king.

It's just that the Sword King obtained in this way has really greatly overdrawn that person's potential, and it is almost impossible for him to grow in the future.

"That's right, seven days ago, news came from the Dragon Shouguan of the Zhou Dynasty that the young sword king killed Chen Jinren, the dragon king of the Chen family, on the eve of the Seven Veins Martial Arts. ”

The middle-aged man's face was more solemn than ever.

"And it is said that the young sword king can not only give birth to a sword, but also enough to attract the power of ancient demon beasts, and he can also fly swords, and his physical body is even more powerful, and he is still unscathed after killing Chen Jinren. ”

"It is speculated that this young man should be the three sword cultivation kings of sword-wielding, flying sword, and body sword!"

"Boom, boom!" The Dragon Tomb Wasteland suddenly changed color, flying sand and rocks, and thunder rolled, because the vast internal breath on the old man's body suddenly appeared, and the terrifying momentum swept across the wasteland.

"Teacher!" the middle-aged man was startled, and hurriedly used his internal breath to protect his body, only to offset a small part of that powerful momentum.

He knew very well that since ten years ago, when his teacher decided to enlighten in this dragon tomb, he would only do so when the realm was gaining ground, but now he only heard a piece of news, and he was shocked like this, which was enough to show how noisy the teacher's heart was at this moment.

After a long time, the flying sand landed, the thunder calmed down, and the terrifying momentum slowly receded.

"It doesn't matter. ”

The old man's breath was long again, but his eyes were getting deeper and deeper, and there were no waves in the ancient well.

"Although Chen Jinren is not very strong among the Sword Kings, he is more than enough in a corner of peace. When he was a teacher or sword king Xiaocheng, he fought with him once. Although I won him that day, it would have been very difficult for me to kill him at that time. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't help but change his face drastically.

The old man in front of him is the Sword King of Panlong's head, and he is almost the soul of Panlong.

However, even such an existence admits that he can't do it, how did that Li Angtian do it? Could it be that he is even better than the teacher back then?

"The Sword King is also a real strong man after all, it is not too difficult to defeat the Sword King, but it is not easy to kill the Sword King, not to mention crushing another Sword King, it is even more difficult. The old man's eyes narrowed, and when he stepped out, his figure suddenly became much taller.

He originally had two white eyebrows and long shoulders, but after this step, he suddenly turned from white to black, his white hair suddenly gradually grew black, the wrinkles on his face faded, his limbs and bones all became powerful, and the whole person seemed to have returned to his prime of life all of a sudden.

"It's just that when I fought with that Chen Jinren, I was only in my thirties, and now I am nearly sixty years old, and when I see that Chen Jinren again, killing him is like killing a chicken's ears!"

As he spoke, a "sword" had already appeared again in the old man's hand, and the sword was erratic all over, but it was not like a real sword, it was formed by the condensation of a powerful internal peace.

"This ...... Teacher......" The middle-aged man was shocked beyond words.

The sword can only be born after the sword is used as a carrier, which is an unquestionable law of death between sword cultivators.

However, now the old man does not use a sword, and he can also condense into a sword out of thin air, as if using air as a sword as a sword, what kind of terrifying strength is this?

"It's been ten years, and I've finally developed my first sword. The old man's eyes were shining, and they were getting deeper and deeper under the strange scarlet moonlight, like a carrier of countless years, "Now I can condense out of thin air, this is my real sword." With this sword here, how many breaths can Chen Jinren take in my hand?"

As he spoke, the old man's palm gradually loosened, but the sword did not fall, but was quietly suspended in the air, and the middle-aged man's eyes widened.

"Teacher...... Flying Sword ......?"

"Yes, now I understand more and more that holding a sword and a flying sword have the same origin, and you still don't have to be stubborn, and the sword is born from the heart. The old man's eyes were full of pride, and it became more and more erosive.

After that, the old man's hand changed, and the flying sword soared into the sky, and after the thick clouds in the sky were swept away by the sword qi, it was instantly cut into 36,712 pieces, as if the sky was cracked countless times.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but bow again, and cold sweat flowed down his back.

Void Condensing Sword, Sword Breaking the Firmament, this method is far beyond the imagination of ordinary sword cultivators, even if it is a heavenly immortal, what is the difference?

The old man's figure suddenly blurred, and only a voice that seemed to be above the heavenly dome came: "Prepare to prepare, I want to go to the Zhou Dynasty to meet this young man of the Three Cultivation Sword King." ”

"Yes!" the middle-aged man looked excited and speechless.

Ten years of enlightenment in the Dragon Tomb, pondering the method of imprisoning the dragon, today, this Panlong's head Sword King, is finally determined to get involved in the Zhou Dynasty again!

"Li Angtian, Long went to sea, are you ready to deal with the flames of my coiling dragon's revenge!"

The middle-aged man smiled wickedly.