"Stubborn, ten breaths have passed, on the orders of the Sword King, kill the trespassers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Ten breaths, seeing that Qingyang and Xingtian Wu had not left, the Heroic Soul Sha Luo immediately spat out a cold soul sound, and at the same time, a terrifying aura surged out from his body like a flood.

Rumble!

As soon as this breath appeared, Qingyang's face became solemn, "This breath... At least it has reached the sixth realm or above. ”

Hearing this, Xing Tianwu also had a pretty face condensed slightly, and said with a slight nod: "Well, Qingyang, you be careful." ”

Sonor!

Qingyang's True Flame Sword came out of its sheath, and at the moment when the True Flame Sword Qi appeared, a trace of surprise began to appear in the eyes of the Heroic Soul Sha Luo, and he immediately said, "Artifact??"

"No, this breath... It's a broken artifact. ”

Hearing this, Qingyang smiled lightly: "It is worthy of the ancient predecessors, this kind of vision is very vicious." ”

"Hmph, trespasser, needless to say, for countless years, those who have been able to enter the master's inheritance realm have cultivated at least above the Six Profound Realms, she does have that qualification, and you... Too weak. Heroic Soul Snort softly, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his pale face.

Qingyang naturally knew that what Sha Luo said was that she was referring to Xingtian Dance, and Xingtian Dance could become a disciple of Vermilion Bird, at least her cultivation should be above the Six Xuan Realm, or even higher, but she has always been inconspicuous, and she is more often shown in formations.

Hearing Sha Luo's words, Qingyang couldn't help but have a trace of war intent in his heart, and immediately said to Xingtian Dance beside him: "Tianwu, this heroic soul is handed over to me, I want to try the ancient heroic soul, how powerful it is!"

After speaking, without waiting for Xingtian Dance to reply, Qingyang rushed forward with the True Yan Sword, at this moment, Qingyang's whole person's momentum changed suddenly, turning into a sharp long sword, the sword intent rose to the sky like a rainbow, and a low cheer suddenly sounded from the bottom of Qingyang's heart.

"Imperial Sword Technique, Angry Spirit!"

Shout!

In the next moment, Qingyang pointed out a sword, and the majestic sword intent immediately turned into a crimson sword gang of dozens of zhang, roaring through the void, and rushed towards the tall heroic soul, the second realm of swordsmanship, the qi rushed to the sky, and the pure sword momentum.

Seeing this pure sword intent, the surprise in the eyes of the Heroic Soul Sha Luo was even stronger, but there was still no emotion on his ancient face, and his white palm was slightly placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Swish!

In the next moment, a sword slash slashed out like a beam of light, and with a bang, a brilliant gray light flashed, and the violent energy fluctuations immediately swept away like a tide, shattering the already ruined area around it again.

Qingyang was extremely shocked in his heart, what kind of cultivation is this heroic soul?!

Unexpectedly, a slight sword slash disintegrated his anger, and looking at the other party's expression, it seemed that he had just done a trivial thing.

"Too weak. Heroic Soul Sha Luo said lightly, the long sword was raised slightly, and a strong momentum permeated out, that was the breath beyond the Six Xuan Realm, at least with Qingyang's current cultivation, it was indeed very difficult to defeat this Heroic Soul.

But difficulties don't mean that there are no opportunities, Qingyang's eyes are as calm as a lake, the green lotus under his feet is diffuse, and the figure moves elegantly like a green lotus, defeating the strong with the weak... It has always been a habit since King Qingyang Xiu.

Even today, he still does.

Since it is not possible to rush the Qiankun, then use a more advanced sword magic technique, I saw Qingyang rush to the back of the heroic soul, and immediately pinched the trick with one hand, and as soon as his mind moved, the Zhenyan Sword in his hand immediately took off as if he had obtained spirituality, and then hundreds of terrifying red sword qi were formed behind Qingyang, and the sword qi exuded extremely sharp sword intent, so that the beautiful eyes of the Heavenly Dance were full of shock.

"Imperial Sword Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

Woohoo!

The dense sword qi, each of which has the power of the Three Xuan Realms as if it were the essence, looking at the extremely condensed sword intent on it, according to Xing Tianwu's estimate, the four Xuan Realm cultivators will not be able to accept this move, I am afraid that they will be directly blasted into a sieve.

Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is the third realm of Qingyang Imperial Swordsmanship, and it is also the highest attainment of his sword path now, and he has a certain degree of confidence in this move!

However, the person who was really shocked was the heroic soul Sha Luo in front of Qingyang, and at this moment, the Sha Luo was suddenly stunned in place, feeling the majestic sword intent and the sword aura of the man's sword integration, and there was a fluctuation in the eyes of the Sha Luo.

Although this fluctuation was extremely small, it was still captured by Xingtian Dance, and the white pupilless eyes of Sara began to ripple violently, and there seemed to be a lot of memories in that ripple.

"Take my move!" In the next moment, Qingyang no longer hesitated, his whole body rushed out, and then with a movement of his heart, the countless sword lights roared out, rushing towards the Heroic Soul Shaluo like a rainstorm pear flower needle.

Rumble!

At this moment, the heavens and the earth collapsed, and the space where the sword light passed through collapsed along the road, boom, boom, the sword light swallowed the figure of the Heroic Soul Saluo, but the latter did not make any moves, this scene was a little strange, but the destructive power of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect was absolutely amazing, and the entire ruins made a violent vibration sound, and the ground directly collapsed.

This blow directly kicked off ten zhang billowing dust, and even overturned the ground, and the dust in the sky obscured all vision, but in the midst of that, Qingyang's dark eyes shrank slightly, because he found... He almost threw all his strength into the blow, but he couldn't knock down the figure!

Swish!

With a flick of the sword, the figure of the Heroic Soul Scara began to become clear, and it was unbelievable that he was still unscathed, although the ground below his float was still smashed out of the sunken potholes, but he himself, but his breath was calm, and he did not suffer much damage.

Qingyang's eyes set off turbulent waves, and at the same time, his heart couldn't help but sink suddenly, the difficulty of this heroic soul was beyond his imagination.

But at this time, the Heroic Soul Shara sighed lightly, and a strong color of remembrance began to appear in his white pupils, as if in his eyes, he could see the projection of the past.

In that era of ancient strife, the master of the Scara was a generation of sword monarchs who were worshiped on his knees, and his sword cultivation created the ultimate in the cultivation of the king continent, even the Yan Ancestor of the year favored him.

He pointed at the sky with his sword, and his feet of breeze swept his sleeves.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, and put the wine in the wind, and the green silk was scattered.

He smiled at the moon in the sky, and he didn't dare to disobey with a sword.

Sigh and sigh, the ancient war, the invasion of the evil demons, the fall of the supreme ancestors, a generation of sword monarchs, burned their lives of endless cultivation, turned into the energy of destroying the heavens and the earth, and strangled all those damned existences in this place.

In the ancient battle, how many heroic talents were sacrificed are countless.

A strong sadness appeared in Sha Luo's eyes, as strong as his master, he couldn't escape the catastrophe after all, and the ten thousand swords cast by Qingyang returned to the sect, for a moment, he had an illusion, as if it was countless years ago, that majestic figure, a sword slashed away, ten thousand swords followed the rain, opening the sky and the earth, no matter who stood in front of him, the sword monarch would always use the sword to cut the difficulties and obstacles.

Sword is the persistence of Jianjun all his life.

And kendo... It is the Tao of Jian Jun's life.

Today, Salo saw the shadow of the sword in the body of the young man in front of him, although it was not particularly mature, but it had begun to take shape, thinking of this, the heroic soul Saluo slowly withdrew the silk sword, his eyes fell on Qingyang's body, and he sighed lightly: "You... Let's go inside, maybe... is a possibility. Good students use swords, don't live up to the sword. ”

"If it's fate, we'll see each other again. ”

After saying this, the figure of the Heroic Soul Shaluo took a deep look at Qingyang, and slowly disappeared into the void.

(P: I'm really touched by the fact that this book has been updated so slowly, but everyone is still so patient and looking forward to it as always, and even less because I'm writing another book, called Cupola Kalingwang.) If you are in a book shortage, you can go and see it, although I wrote it, but the two books are completely different styles, relatively speaking, I naturally prefer the green master, but... Some commercialization practices, as a last resort, let the green master become my pure land, after all... This is a book that has the potential to become a god. Next, the plot will slowly unfold, and now it is 130W words, and it is conservatively estimated that the book will end in 300-400W words. ）