This is, Sword Roar!

This side of the world seems to be occupied by the endless and endless sword intent.

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 distracted to look at the Netherworld Sword that emitted a clear and trembling sound.

At this moment, the Netherworld Sword in Lu Xiaonan's hand had sufficient True Yuan support, and its interior seemed to be the reopening of heaven and earth, and the spiritual reunion, and it was glorious in an instant, like a dark blue moon, reflecting the faces of everyone in the field. The sword roared, and all the people who made the sword within a radius of 100 miles suddenly found that the sword in their hands was trembling violently, and the sound of the sword roaring uncontrollably echoed with the Netherworld Sword, and it resounded throughout the audience in an instant, even the swords that Zhang Changling and Qi Xiaolian had been cultivating on their backs for many years took the initiative to jump out of the scabbard, but they were instantly pressed back into the sheath and suppressed strongly.

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, not only to survive the thunder tribulation, but to do this anti-heaven act in the thunder tribulation to absorb the power of thunder?

The so-called sword roar is the boundless sword intent emitted when the sword condenses the true spirit, thus causing the heavenly jealousy and thunder tribulation, and it is also another way of saying that the sword has evolved from a low level to a high level. The treasures that can survive the catastrophe are all psychic anti-heaven things, which are very rare in the world, and even rare one for hundreds of years, but the treasures that can survive the catastrophe are very few, and they can be encountered 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.

But the Netherworld Sword in front of him is different, even if it is a sword condensing true spirit, it is only a tribulation tempering impurity to improve the grade, but it has never absorbed the power of thunder and lightning, which shows the extraordinary nature of this sword.

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, but that was my sword!." Sineng 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 and lost their combat power, and shouted, "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. Although they know that there are many masters around them, their chances are slim, and the so-called treasures in the world are just that the victors say to deceive the people of the world, but what if things happen.

The aftermath of the thunder and lightning 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, and he was about to fly out of the sky with his head held high, pulling his body to prevent him from falling limp.

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 rushing and rolling like a wave, and suddenly a thunderbolt jumped out of 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 Nether Sword echoed in harmony, shaking the world in an instant.

The Netherworld Sword collided with the blood-colored thunder, but there was no imaginary loud sound, only to see that the blood-colored electric light was like viscous blood, winding and eroding the Netherworld Sword that was no more than thirty centimeters long, as if it was a blood-colored flame burning, 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! Amitabha. The oldest monk who was watching the battle in the back suddenly shouted, and the voice pierced Lu Xiaonan's mind, as if he had been empowered, forming a huge sound of Buddha in Lu Xiaonan's mind, Lu Xiaonan's eyes gradually regained their clarity, and he glanced at the old monk, "More ancestors." ”

"This sword is your creation, and it is also your calamity, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and all the fate and law are 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 surging towards the Netherworld Sword uncontrollably, and the majestic true yuan produced by the shattering of those petrified glass balls was instantly extracted, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

The Netherworld Sword and the Thunder fought endlessly, the blue and the blood color appeared interactively, after all, the blood color prevailed, and the Netherworld Sword seemed to be unable to suppress the viscous blood-like thunder and lightning on the sword body with its own strength, so it extracted the true yuan 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, and his appearance once again turned into a skeleton due to the consumption of true yuan, 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, because of the addition of Lu Xiaonan Zhenyuan and his will, it broke through the sea of blood with the Nether Sword in less than a minute, and ended with a successful landing on the lighthouse, which turned into a blue sword and hung in the sky, shining brightly, suppressing the surging sea of blood.

Lu Xiaonan's consciousness returned to his body, 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 taste what life is worse than death, and the pain is indescribable.

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.

This? Lu Xiaonan was stunned, this was exactly the same as the sword that the lighthouse turned into, and even the word Netherworld on the sword was exactly the same.

At the same time as the transformation of the Netherworld Sword, the True Yuan that was previously absorbed began to feed back to Lu Xiaonan, although it was nearly forty percent less, but it was the remaining True Yuan that was more condensed, containing the sharpness of the sword, the swiftness of electricity and the 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, the great monks who had experienced countless big scenes and seen countless treasures, their eyes were faintly flashing with color, 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 their knowledge was comparable to those of those small sects, and the catastrophe of the Netherworld Sword was far from over, and they would not put down their bodies now to 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 strike was the Liang Lao Dao who controlled the iron corpse, he thought that if he used the iron corpse as a medium to snatch the sword, 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.

Liang Laodao'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 separated, and he was cut in half by the sword light from head to toe, and the iron corpse turned into corpse water, leaving only a foul-smelling stain on the bluestone slab.