Thirty-seven famous swords were suspended in the air, like the fangs of a lion or a tiger, with indescribable calmness, blocked in all directions that could break through.

Wang Anfeng's right hand was raised at the same time to cover Zhang Tingyun's eyes, and said gently:

"Let's go to the car."

Zhang Tingyun tugged at his cuffs.

She said in a low voice:

"Help, Master, he ......"

Wang Anfeng thought of the old way that had been fighting with Liwu, nodded slightly, hugged Zhang Tingyun and turned around, the black bear followed closely behind him, although the penetrating wound on the body of this beast looked hideous, but it did not seem to affect the fatal internal organs, and at this moment it had forcibly stopped the bleeding by contracting the muscles.

Wang Anfeng covered Zhang Tingyun's eyes and walked towards the carriage.

In his body, the Heavenly Machine Bead slowly rotated to the right, and the Heavenly Machine blocked the sound within the range of three zhang.

Behind them, one of the thirty-seven famous swords, a long sword that was as colored as glass, trembled.

The sound of the sword spread like ripples on the water, from this sword to that sword, until the last thirty-seven swords seemed to roar, until a wave of qi was formed visible to the naked eye, and the branches without green leaves in the dead wood forest rattled, and then the branches that were cut down almost uncountable fell one after another.

In the next moment, thirty-seven famous swords suddenly burst out.

There is no need for any swordsmanship, only pure speed, and pure speed will bring enough power to propel these sharp weapons forged to the highest level in the world to tear forward the enemy's vital points.

There was a thunderbolt circulating on the sword weapon.

Each sword will be forced away by the invisible force generated by the thunder when it gets close to each other, and it will shoot out in another direction at a greater speed, drawing a line with the Heavenly Machine Technique within the boundary of the three-zhang square circle, erasing the possibility of 'the sword flying out of the three zhang' from the level of Heavenly Opportunity and Cause and Effect.

Therefore, these swords were only fired in a three-zhang circle.

So they're getting faster and faster.

Each approach caused an unpredictable change in trajectory, eventually turning into a storm of pure sword sounds and sword weapons, enveloping all the celestials, and the Celestial who had lost his sword had slightly purple eyes, reflecting this desperate scene.

Several spear-wielding golden-armored celestial soldiers had their armor shredded during the third cut.

The sword flew by for the fourth time.

The tallest celestial soldier was nailed to a dead tree that was thick and thick, and the branches rattled, and a long sword as long as three feet long and colored like glass pierced directly through his heart, piercing deep into the wood.

After a few breaths, Wang Anfeng's thunder energy left on the blade of the sword had already dissipated.

He had already put Zhang Tingyun into the carriage, Dongfang Ximing had a good impression of this little girl he had seen in Kunlun Mountain, found out his reserve snacks, and generously handed them to Zhang Tingyun, and after Wang Anfeng said a few words to Xue Qinshuang, he had already stepped out of the carriage again.

He raised his hand, and thirty-seven swords flew upside down from the same place as the Shura field, like swimming fish, one by one submerged into his wide sleeves, and then retracted into the Shaolin Temple by the Buddhist beads at the wrists, and the sleeve robe was swept down, and then fell quietly.

Four celestial beings with spears slowly fell from the trunk of the tree, leaving traces of sticky blood on the withered trunk, a pair of eyes widened and pale, and the only celestial general was still alive, kneeling on the ground, watching Wang Anfeng walk towards him with a look of fear and despair.

But at the moment when Wang Anfeng approached, he jumped up like a wolf, popped out a dagger in his hand, and stabbed Wang Anfeng's heart fiercely, but Wang Anfeng grabbed his wrist with his left hand, only a little harder, and with a somewhat piercing sound of bone cracking, the dagger fell to the ground.

Wang Anfeng's right hand grabbed his neck and lifted his feet off the ground.

The black pupils glowed with a strange gold, and the words he said seemed to echo from the bottom of his heart:

"Who are you?"

Zen Buddhism, initiation with the heart.

……………………

The sharp sword light swept through the sky, and the qi in the air first solidified like glass, and then shattered inch by inch after the sword light flowed, as if this piece of heaven and earth was shredded by the sword blade, and then wrapped up by the sword momentum, pointing at the old man wearing a sackcloth robe.

Ordinary martial artists, and even grandmasters, only rely on their own qi and turn into sword qi.

And this sword directly shattered the qi of heaven and earth, and used the sword qi to lead the fragments of the qi full of instability to form a storm, which was a sword in the true sense of the word, and the intention was already above the mortal swordsman.

There was an extra wooden sword in Taishang's hand, this sword seemed to be handed out lightly, but it suppressed and collapsed all the broken and destroyed qi, and re-suppressed the riotous qi, everything was like a spring breeze, and the wooden sword in his hand was pressed on the spine of the innocent sword, and the two swords could not be on the same day regardless of material or spiritual rhyme.

If the two swords collided, the wooden sword in the old man's hand would be cut off in an instant.

But at this moment, purely touching with the spine of the sword, a mellow and soft but unbroken energy pressed on the side of Tian Wuxie, that is, no matter how fierce the edge of this divine weapon was, it could not cut off a wooden sword cut out of the heart of an ordinary old Mu Mu, and even the sword path was slightly turned by that force, revealing the gap on the side.

Taishang held the sword in his hand, threw out his left hand, shook his wrist, and his sleeve robe made a crisp sound.

His palm was firmly imprinted on the side of the empty underworld's waist, and the energetic air swirled, turning into a Tai Chi talisman, which immediately spread violently, beating the empty underworld to the side again, and stepping on the ground with his right foot, stepping on a clearly visible footprint.

The old Taoist priest was full of smugness and said:

"This sword was made for me by my apprentice, how about it, it's not worse than your innocent sky, right?"

In the words, the wooden sword in Taishang's hand had already turned into a thorn, and while still countering the Heavenly Innocent Sword Blade, it directly pointed at the waist and abdomen of the empty underworld, like a fish dragging in deep water, without sound and air currents.

The qi is no longer visible, it is contained in the sword body, at this moment, within this wooden sword, there are almost earth, water, wind and fire, and the sword theory opened up by heaven and earth, if it is stabbed, even if it is a celestial person, the internal organs will be turned into powder on the spot, and the body will die.

If there were only two enemies, this sword would have been severely injured and killed.

But at this moment, the left and right protector spirit officials and generals have already taken action, and the long sword handed out by Taishang returned to defense, attracting sword qi to protect itself, and the edge of the sword handed out by the trend was damaged by more than half in an instant, and it was no longer as majestic as just now.

The collision of qi and machine made an incessant crisp sound, and the five celestials worked together, but they could not take advantage of an old man who only had a few years left to live, at most it was just an undefeated ending, the cuffs of the old man's sackcloth robe were flying, and the wooden sword in his hand was very simple, but it always appeared in the most dangerous place and at the most dangerous time.

His sword is useless without that move.

The Void Immortal Monarch held the sword in one hand, looking at the old man who was in a heavy siege, his expression was calm, in his eyes, the cluster of flames representing vitality in the old man's body had become more and more dim, like a bonfire in the cold wind that had run out of firewood, even if he didn't care about it, it wouldn't last much time and it would dissipate on its own.

Now because of the fight, the vitality in the body burns like cooking oil on fire, it seems to be in its heyday, but in fact, it is clearly maintaining its own realm strength with its own lifespan, and if it goes on like this, it will not be long before it will be like a burned firewood, turning into pale ashes.

For the sake of a mere 'weapon', he actually did it to such an extent, he didn't understand why this was so, and he also felt that this move was extremely stupid, seeing that the five celestials gradually appeared to be overwhelmed under the old man's sword, Kong Ming finally made up his mind, and stuck the sword upside down on the ground with his right hand, and arched his hands.

Like clouds and mist in the sky, the sleeve robe hung down, and he said respectfully:

"Divine soldiers, please."

The five Heavenly Officials and Heavenly Generals paused slightly, and then stepped back, with a look of respect and fear on their faces, and they also shouted together.

"Divine soldiers, please."

It was like a sound coming from the sky.

A hint of determination appeared on Taishang's face, ignoring the body that was already about to decay, the qi in his body was tumbling and surging, and he ran through the meridians hundreds of times in one breath, bringing a speed of movement that could be called the limit.

It just appeared in front of the empty body in an instant.

The end of the world is just a stone's throw away.

Because the age is nearly two hundred years old, although the internal force of the qi is getting mellow day by day, but the body is still weakening with old age after all, this step is close to the end of the world, almost the time of a thought ups and downs, the old man's skin oozes a lot of blood, no longer although it is not in tune before, but it has its own temperament of falling and expanding, and it is obviously a little crazy.

The sword in his hand is handed out with the speed of the limit.

This is the means of eliminating demons used by the Daomen guards, everything is retreated in front of this sword blade, if you encounter a mountain, you can open a mountain, you can intercept the broken river when you encounter water, and you can kill a demon when you meet a demon, but you don't know if you can kill an immortal when you meet an immortal?

Taishang's expression is ancient and there is no wave.

However, when this sword pierced the heart of the Void Immortal Eyebrow, it stopped abruptly, and with the simple syllables whispered in the mouth of the Void Immortal Monarch, the originally clear sky seemed to be much lower, and the clouds and mist rolled, and then a golden light fell from the sky.

It was like a dragon spirit snake, entangled with Taishang's body at the moment of appearance, as if seeing a hunting falcon, the rope twisted by the golden wire was glowing with golden light, entangled the old man to death, and then accompanied by the sudden explosion of the qi engine, it was not shaken open, but entangled tighter and tighter.

The rope had almost stolen into the old man's flesh.

Kong Ying took a step back and avoided the bladeless wooden sword, although the wooden sword could never threaten him anymore, and even an inch further, he still subconsciously made this action, looked at the old man with a lot of gray hair, and said slowly:

"You don't have to work hard, too."

"You should be familiar with this rope, it was in that year, when Emperor Xin of Shang Emperor Xin rebelled against the heavens, my generation specially used it to deal with the divine weapons used in the world, although it was not the top magic weapon in the heavenly realm, but when it came to the degree of restraint against you, it was far ahead of other magic weapons."

"Especially your Daomen."

"The closer the realm of cultivation is to the so-called freedom and leisure, the stronger the bound ground will be."

"Its name is the Bundle of Immortal Ropes."

The wooden sword in Taishang's hand could no longer be stabbed, but the Heavenly Innocence in the hands of the Void Immortal Monarch did not hesitate at all, and stabbed towards the old man's eyebrows in an instant, his eyes were just like the name of the sword in his hand, there was no evil thought, and even with a trace of plain pity.

If it was normal, his sword should have pierced through Taishang and shattered the already gloomy vitality.

But his sword only pierced the old man's shoulder, and the wooden sword fell to the ground.

Then a pair of large strong hands grabbed his shoulders.

The huge power on the palms of those hands came from nowhere, almost crushing the shoulders of the empty earth, making a squeaky sound that did not dare to bear the burden, and the muscles were slightly raised, and the immortal rope that had bound the masters of the world at that time in 1,500 years was constantly stretched out.

There was an accident in the bottom of the empty eyes again, and this emotion, like the Heavenly Palace that was expelled by the countries of the Central Plains five hundred years ago, was shocked and shaken, even on top of the killing intent and fear.

"How...... Possible? ”

"This is a divine weapon created by the God of Fire 1,500 years ago to restrain the human world."

The woods were rattling, and the old man's voice exploded, it was like a loud bell, shaking the world, and there was a majestic look like a lion in his eyebrows.

"Looking at the world today from the perspective of 1,500 years ago?!"

"It's just a celestial, it's really just a person who sits in a well and watches the sky!"

He laughed, full of arrogance.

"I have been a Taoist for generations, passed down the torch, and I have never fallen, how can I not survive for 1,500 years?! It was 1,500 years ago that the patriarch was in front, fighting for life and death, and the old Tao could also kill him alive. ”

"In this way, it can be regarded as living up to the ancestor for 1,500 years!"

The old man grabbed the divine soldier with his shoulder muscles.

The old man took a step forward, and the blade of the sword stabbed deeper, dripping blood out.

A chill suddenly erupted in the bottom of the empty mind, and he swung the sword with all his strength desperately, and the sword blade was about to cut through the old man's neck, cutting off the stubborn head hard, and the right hand of the Taishang had already grabbed the neck of the empty night, and the left hand was raised, stabbing at the heart of the empty soul at a speed not inferior to that of the sword.

"Immortal Monarch!"

The five Heavenly Officials and Dharma Protectors who had retreated earlier shouted angrily.

After hesitating for a moment, they stepped forward suddenly, and the weapons in their hands fell towards Taishang's shoulders, neck, and eyebrows, and the old man was alone to meet these heavenly visitors, and the ropes on his body were almost locked into his flesh and bones.

Farther away, in the woodland, a long sword condensed, and its body was as golden as flowing lava.

PS: Today's second update is presented............ Three thousand eight hundred words.