This is, Sword Roar!

There were many masters in the field, of course, there were people who were extremely advanced in swordsmanship, and their eyes were immediately attracted to the past, and even the seventeen Supreme Elders of Dragon and Tiger Mountain who were guarding the formation were all distracted to look at the Netherworld Sword that emitted a clear and trembling sound. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, the Netherworld Sword in Lu Xiaonan's hand was magnificent, like a dark blue moon, reflecting the faces of everyone in the field, the sword roared, and all the people who made the sword in the field suddenly found that the sword in their hands was trembling violently, and the sound of the sword roared uncontrollably and correspondingly with the Netherworld Sword, which resounded throughout the audience in an instant, and even the swords on the backs of Zhang Changling and Qi Xiaolian jumped out of the sword box, but they were instantly pressed back into the box.

A thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the void, penetrating the seven-colored heavy light array, slashing on the Netherworld Sword, the rumbling sound was deafening, and the white electric light of the beep beep was shining, and the blue on the sword faded a little in an instant, but then the brilliance reappeared, and the dark blue sword light actually wrapped and absorbed those thunder electric lights.

Everyone gasped, what kind of treasure is the sword in this young man's hand, and he actually did such an act against the sky to absorb the power of thunder?

The so-called sword roar is another way of saying that the sword crosses the tribulation and evolves from the lower level to the higher level. The treasures that can survive the catastrophe are all psychic things against the sky, there are very few in the world, and even one is rare for hundreds of years, and the treasures that can survive the catastrophe are even rarer, and they can be met but not sought. Every time there is a treasure that has successfully crossed the tribulation, it will attract countless masters to scramble, and even countless people will die for it, and those who have obtained such treasures will not only greatly increase their strength, but also these treasures will be of great help to the cultivator when they cross the tribulation in the future, and can even directly eliminate the first few tribulations.

Therefore, everyone's eyes were red, and they looked at the sword in the hand of the young man who was covered in green smoke, and there were countless voices devouring saliva in the quiet field, but the catastrophe of the Netherworld Sword was not over yet, and they didn't dare to come forward to fight at all, if this sword could successfully cross the catastrophe, it would be worth taking the risk of trying, if the sword failed to cross the robbery after grabbing it, and it was caused by cause and effect, and it would be worth the loss if it was chased by the robbery thunder.

"This kid really surprised me too much, but that was my sword!." Si Neng glanced at Lu Xiaonan and wailed, but he couldn't stop, scattering all his qi on the enemy, and instantly beat several cultivators who had lost their minds to watch the sword roar into serious injuries and lost their combat power, shouting, "Cool!" "The shot is even more ruthless.

The rest of the people had no choice but to suppress the greed and thought energy in their hearts, but they retreated, since they saw the Netherworld Sword Tribulation, they no longer had the desire to go all out, they had to save their strength and wait for the last moment of the sword, if they saw the treasure of the sky in front of them, and they had no way to grab it, it would be wronged.

The aftermath of the thunderbolt was channelled into the ground through Lu Xiaonan's body, and Lu Xiaonan felt that his whole body was numb and crispy, and he was almost about to fall, but the Netherworld Sword in his hand seemed to be stuck to his hand, holding his head high to the sky, pulling his body to prevent him from falling down.

Another thunderbolt came in an instant with infinite evil energy, this thunder was blood-red, reflected in the eyes of everyone, as if seeing the battlefield of ancient gods and demons, the bones of countless gods and demons were densely covered with the battlefield, and the blood of countless gods and demons flowed into a surging river, turning into infinite blood-red thunder galloping like a wave, and suddenly a thunderbolt broke away from the river of thunder and rushed to the face......

"Ahh Many of the people who were watching in the field were slightly weaker in cultivation, and they were affected by the evil qi and vomited blood, their faces were pale, and their bodies were drenched in cold sweat.

"Roar-" Lu Xiaonan roared, and the roar of the Netherworld Sword echoed in harmony, shaking the heavens and the earth in an instant.

The Netherworld Sword collided with the blood-colored thunder Huo Ran, but there was no loud sound as imagined, only to see that the blood-colored electric light was like viscous blood, winding the Netherworld Sword that was no more than thirty centimeters long, constantly eroding, and there seemed to be red blood burning on the sword, wanting to burn it to ashes. And Lu Xiaonan felt as if he was holding a charcoal in his hand, there was a sizzling sound, there was green smoke, there was the smell of meat wafting, his eyes also turned blood red in an instant, his face was distorted, and he wanted to choose someone to devour......

"Stick to your heart, don't think about anything, forget yourself, forget everything, you are not you, you are still you!" The oldest old monk who was watching the battle in the back suddenly shouted, and the voice pierced Lu Xiaonan's mind, forming a huge sound of Buddha in his mind, Lu Xiaonan's eyes gradually regained their clarity, he glanced at the old monk, "More master and ancestor mention." ”

"This is your calamity, but also your creation, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and all the fate is in your heart." The old monk said, with a Buddha call, closed his eyes and said no more.

Lu Xiaonan didn't have time to think about these words, but he found that the true yuan in his body was uncontrollably surging towards the Nether Sword, and it was drained out in an instant, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

The blue of the Nether Sword and the blood of the thunder fought endlessly, and with its own strength, it seemed that it could not suppress the viscous blood-like thunder and lightning on the sword body, so it extracted the true element in Lu Xiaonan's body, which was the same origin as it, and joined the ranks of the battle.

Lu Xiaonan instantly seemed to have lost all his flesh and blood, and even his soul, looking like a skeleton, which was extremely terrifying. But he felt that he was the Netherworld Sword, rushing to hell, in the endless raging wind, in the bite of endless demons, facing the boundless blood-colored sea, stepping on the blood-colored waves to kill the blue lighthouse on the other side......

Fortunately, this battle did not last long, and it ended in the blue victory of the Nether Sword in less than a minute, Lu Xiaonan's consciousness returned to his body, and his whole body was already soaked with sweat, he took a long breath, feeling that this world was so fresh, but it was this minute that made him feel that life was worse than death, and the pain was beyond words.

The Nether Sword shook slightly, emitting an extremely joyful sword roar, and the original dark color on the sword body fell off like cracked dry skin, revealing a new dark blue sword body in the mottled spots, just like a newborn baby, with infinite killing intent contained in the delicacy.

The Netherworld Sword fed back to Lu Xiaonan's true yuan by nearly forty percent, but this remaining true yuan was more condensed, containing the sharpness of the sword, the swiftness of electricity and a faint bloody aura, and the explosive power was stronger, Lu Xiaonan felt that if he ran with all his strength, he could almost tear through the sky and cut down the stars.

The crowd watching in the field was even more agitated, countless greedy eyes were staring at the Netherworld Sword, even Zhang Changling and Qi Xiaolian, great monks who had experienced countless big scenes and seen countless treasures, their eyes were faintly colored, from the disdain at the beginning to the current impatience, just because they saw that a peerless sword that was invincible in the world was about to be born, but the catastrophe of the Netherworld Sword was far from over, and they were not enough to put down their bodies and snatch it from a junior teenager.

If they don't move, it doesn't mean that others don't move, the world's treasure is in front of them, a door to enlightenment has been slowly opened, and they are waving to them with a graceful posture. How many people can endure it? How many people think the same way about others?

The first to shoot was the Maoshan Taoist priest who controlled the iron corpse, he thought that if he grabbed the sword with the iron corpse as a medium, he would be able to escape unharmed, but the palm of the iron corpse was still two or three meters away from the netherworld, and the netherworld sword Huo Ran emitted a blue sword light, passing through the iron corpse, slashing through the yellow-robed Taoist, and then disappearing into nothingness.

The yellow-robed Taoist priest's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, and a moment later, a line of blood appeared on his forehead, and his body was torn apart, cut in half by the sword light from head to toe, and the iron corpse turned into corpse water, leaving only a pool of foul-smelling water stains on the bluestone slab.

At the same time, the monks who had besieged Lu Xiaonan before had also made a move, and they had already attacked Lu Xiaonan's side at the moment when the yellow-robed Taoist priest and the iron corpse fell, they just wanted to snatch the Netherworld Sword in their hands, and they didn't have time to pay attention to the death of the yellow-robed Taoist, let alone think about whether their body was hard with the iron corpse, and several pairs of big hands grabbed the Netherworld Sword at the same time.

"Hmph, naïve, greedy, ridiculous." Zhang Changling turned his head, as if he had already seen the end of these people.

Sure enough, at the moment when the few pairs of big hands touched the Netherworld Sword, the Netherworld Sword bloomed again, and the dark blue light made people cover their eyes and dare not look directly, when people looked at the field again, only Lu Xiaonan still raised his sword to the sky, and there were countless corpses and pieces of flesh scattered under his feet, and those people were dead without all their bodies!