At Lu Xiaonan's feet was the lake of golden thunder and lightning, in which countless thunderbolts surged, and some thunderbolts turned into huge waves and rushed towards him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A hazy phantom appeared from behind Lu Xiaonan, although it was only an almost transparent phantom, but it could be seen that it was a young man holding a folding fan, the young man's phantom folding fan shook gently, looking down at his feet, those thunderous waves that rushed towards Lu Xiaonan seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and fell back into the lake a few meters away from him, turning into thunder and lightning water again, and the entire lake of thunder and lightning was immediately as smooth as a mirror under that glance, and the clouds that were slowly dissipating seemed to be frozen by time, maintaining their current state motionless.

The young phantom looked at the phantom of the god opposite, and with a finger of the folding fan in his hand, the god trembled, let out a silent roar, and the golden lightning pieces on his body fell off, and at the same time, the blue liquid in the god's abdomen also began to move, and the blue brilliance became even more brilliant, almost reflecting the entire cloud of calamity into blue, and the sound of a sword roar came from the god's abdomen.

The god trembled, his face was distorted, and he tried hard to maintain his form, but in his eyes, the white phantom and the pitch-black Lu Xiaonan actually looked as tall as a giant, where is this still a lowly ant in his eyes, and it is clearly a bad star who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

A blue sword intent soared into the sky, piercing the sky in an instant, and the blue liquid in the god's body recondensed, turning into a thirty-centimeter-long short sword, a brand-new Netherworld sword, and the intense blue sword light seemed to explode, impacting the god's golden body into countless fragments scattered in the Lake of Thunder.

The blue Netherworld Sword drew countless sword marks in the sky, the sky seemed to be torn face, through the sword marks in the sky, you can see that there are countless stars in the dark outer space, and the starlight gathers into a line, and it is submerged into the sword body in an instant, and the brilliance of the Nether Sword is even more prosperous, as if the blue sun shines on the heavens and the earth.

On the ground, the swords of all the cultivators within 10,000 miles, whether it is a new sword that has just been forged, or a fierce sword that has made a name for itself, or a fairy sword that has been left by a famous person in history, whether it is a flying sword or a sharp sword in his hand, all of them are uncontrolled at this time, and they fly into the air at the same time, worshipping the king and bowing to the Nether Sword, rotating around the Netherworld Sword, and the sword roars to the sky in an instant.

Tens of thousands of swords form a sea of swords, covering the sky and the sun, and the Nether Sword is like a child playing and playing, shuttling between countless flying swords, those swords are like subjects have avoided them, not daring to be angry, but the blue sword light still inadvertently touched some of these swords, those swords swept by the blue sword light or broken or exploded, have turned into mortal iron and fell to the dust, despite this, tens of thousands of swords still follow the Nether Sword to fly around it, suddenly soaring into the sky, suddenly into the ground, like a gust of wind sweeping the heavens and the earth, Everywhere I passed, it was a mess.

At this time, this world is a world dominated by swords, and all other non-sword-shaped weapons are hidden and dare not fight, and within ten thousand miles, no matter how driven by the master, they will not approach half a step in the direction of the Netherworld Sword.

The Nether Sword flew for more than ten minutes, as if tired of playing, the brilliance converged, and the speed slowed down, some of the swords around the tens of thousands of swords began to fly back to the source, and after a while, there were less than a hundred swords left around the Nether Sword, these swords are all famous treasures, some people recognize some of these famous swords, many of these swords are owned things, some are only in history, have disappeared from people's vision for countless years of unborn swords, and more are swords they don't recognize at all, I don't know where I came from, so I followed the Nether Sword and flew like this.

The Nether Sword finally put its speed to an extremely slow speed, and began to roar around Lu Xiaonan, and after a while, it flew into Lu Xiaonan's hand, and the brilliance was restrained. The last nearly 100 swords that followed it circled around Lu Xiaonan for a moment, let out a wail, and flew away one after another, returning to where they came from. Someone tried to collect those ownerless swords, but was slashed in half by the sword light and fell to the ground, even the original god was killed, these swords are not ordinary swords, how can they be easily surrendered?

Lu Xiaonan stood in the clouds with the Nether Sword in his hand, his eyelids moved slightly, and a clear color flashed on the dark eyes, the phantom behind him gradually faded, and the clouds slowly shrank, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

The blue sword light supported Lu Xiaonan and slowly fell to the ground, the black aura of his whole body declined, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye, his eyes were closed, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

The clouds receded, the power of heaven and earth dissipated, and the people on the ground were able to gather mana again. The first to react was Qi Xiaolian, and his figure fell on Lu Xiaonan's side with a slight movement, and he was about to take him away with the Netherworld Sword as soon as the sleeves of his robe were rolled, but a burst of blue light suddenly appeared on Lu Xiaonan's body, protecting him like a cover, and there was a Nether Sword guarding him, not letting anyone approach.

Qi Xiaolian couldn't help frowning, but although he was the first to act, there were still beings in the field who were faster than him, and the six old monks who were originally standing behind Lu Xiaonan and the others to watch the battle had already gotten up, and two of the oldest monks came first, almost at the same time, and hit him with four palms.

With a loud bang, Qi Xiaolian retreated quickly, his face was slightly red, and he looked at the two old monks, "What kind of heroes are you to be outnumbered." ”

"Amitabha, donor, are you joking?" An old monk sneered, "If we help the younger disciples to be considered outnumbered, then what is the behavior of hundreds of you who came to bully my Hongguang Temple?" ”

"Evil demons are outside, everyone gets and is punished!" Qi Xiaolian's face was hideous, he slowly pulled out the sword behind his back, and roared angrily, "Kill!" Then he pounced on the two old monks.

At this time, the other people in the field also reacted, especially the elders of Longhu Mountain who had originally set up the formation, and rushed to the monks of Hongguang Temple together, the colorful heavy light array was broken, and there was only a forced hard attack, they had close combat, there were magic weapons and long-range attacks, there were roars, blood, and screams, and for a while, there was a shouting and killing sound around Lu Xiaonan, who was in a coma and sleeping.

It's just that the monks of Hongguang Temple are desperately protecting Lu Xiaonan, and it is difficult for everyone to get closer.

Although the monks of Hongguang Temple are all cultivated to the heavens, but because of too few people, they gradually fell into the disadvantage in the siege of hundreds of people, and there were dozens of monks who practiced in seclusion to join the melee during the battle, which increased the combat power of Hongguang Temple, but still could not change the passive situation, if it continued like this, the defeat was inevitable.

"Humph!" Suddenly, a cold snort resounded throughout the audience, clearly reaching everyone's ears, it was a woman's cold voice, "Whoever dares to come here to disturb my Qingxiu should be punished!" ”

A chill instantly enveloped the hearts of everyone in the field, and the battle group split in an instant, once again forming a confrontation between the two sides, leaving only countless blood and bones in the field.

Qi Xiaolian avoided the attack of an old monk and retreated to Zhang Changling's side, his eyes flickering.

Zhang Changling frowned and looked at Qi Xiaolian, "Could it be that the ancestors made a mistake in their calculations?" ”

"No way, the ancestors' calculations will never be wrong." Qi Xiaolian said with great certainty, "That demon is just bluffing." ”

"You juniors are really not as good as the generation, even your ancestors no one dares to be wild in front of Miss Ben." The woman's voice sounded again, as if she was sorry, "Miss Ben is magnanimous today, and I don't want to take your life, so kneel down and cut off your arm, and retreat." ”

Qi Xiaolian smiled, "Snake demon, do you think that with a few cruel words from you, you can make the heroes of the world surrender to your obscenity?" What a joke. ”

"I want to die, Miss Ben will fulfill you!" An almost transparent silk thread whip Huo Ran was in front of Qi Xiaolian, exuding endless killing intent and swept towards his eyebrows.

Dozens of body protection magic weapons on Qi Xiaolian's body exploded one after another, and although most of the power of the long whip was eliminated, it still did not stop the attack of the long whip. The long whip seemed to be unhindered and pointed on Qi Xiaolian's forehead, Qi Xiaolian just stood in the middle of the field, a gust of wind blew, and he suddenly fell, like a stone sculpture, and fell into countless broken stones.

Qi Xiaolian, a very famous generation of heroes of the Kunlun faction, was petrified, and even the Yuan Shen could not escape. This made everyone in the field silent, I don't know who was the first to scream and flee, hundreds of people were swept away, and they dispersed in an instant, even Zhang Changling and the seventeen Supreme Elders of Longhu Mountain were all weak-hearted, they didn't care about thinking about whether the ancestors' calculations were correct, and the other party just struck all their confidence and courage without a trace.

In the secret realm, Ruoxi and Shang Yu spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and they used the forbidden technique to perform the trick just now, and at this time, their bodies seemed to wither, and at the same time, they passed out unconscious, this was the first time in two thousand years that they were unconscious due to injuries.