Juggernaut ...... It was slashed by a sword!

Xiaoyaotian, a pure kendo sect that brings together nearly seventy percent of the world's kendo mysteries, has the saying of "the destination of the ancient swordsmanship", it is the holy place in the heart of the sword cultivator, and it is also the sword mound in the eyes of the world.

Little Sword Saint Xue Fengqing, a delirious madman, can represent such a kendo holy land to fight on the ancient battlefield, you can imagine how terrifying his kendo cultivation is. At the Immortal Dao Conference, he defeated the Spirit Clan Domain of the same level with two swords, which directly proved his strength.

It can be said that looking at the world, there may not be a creature among the peers who is more accomplished in kendo than the little sword saint.

But now, he was slashed by a sword by a man whose Taoism was still below him!

This is simply outrageous!

Including the Elven Queen and the Lord of the Three Forbidden Lands, all the monks who saw this scene were shocked and inexplicable. But then, they moved their gaze to the divine sword in Qing'er's hand, and most of them began to have red eyes.

Anyone can see that the cause of the extremely eye-stimulating picture before is all thanks to the power of this world's number one divine sword.

The sharpest number one attack artifact, how can it be idle?!

"The way of the sword is an eternal mound, and the soul is lonely and free. After the ice and snow love and hatred, the meteoric kun is too void to ......"

Among the disciples of the Joyful Heaven, one of the disciples was a little distracted and chanted the song that was widely spread on the Flood Desolate Continent, he looked at the divine sword in a daze, and muttered: "The Heavenly Sword does not come out, and the Falling Kun Taixu is the supreme in the sword." But now, pointing to the sky again, does this mean the end of the glory of the free sky?"

"Meteoric Kun...... Too Void...... In front of the heavens, what are the swords in the world?"

The Xiaoyao Heavenly disciple who spoke shook his head helplessly, his temperament was arrogant, giving people a sense of "unstoppable", and his angular face was also quite familiar, it was the Heavenly Sword King who had met Su Heng in the Nine Lotus Pagoda - Lonely Night.

This person is not a master on the supreme list, but he is a close disciple of Xiaoyaotian, in order to fight for the Buddha treasure, the two sides had a conflict, and when everyone thought that Su Heng was dead, the Heavenly Sword King had a battle with Leng Qingshuang outside the Nine Lotus Pagoda in the lonely night, but at that time, he kept his hand. After that, King Su Heng returned, and when he saw this, he did not embarrass the Heavenly Sword King, and the two sides had never seen each other since that parting.

I don't want to be today, but this person entered the ancient battlefield with the little sword saint.

First the son of the dark blue, Lan Yu, and then the Heavenly Sword King Lonely Night...... I have to say that the ancient battlefield is a veritable Tianjiao hegemony field, and anyone with a certain strength will not be absent. And here, too, there are many familiar faces that have not been seen for a long time.

Blue rain and lonely night are just the beginning. In this place, Su Heng will inevitably meet more "acquaintances", and at that time, it will be the time for the two sides to settle their grievances.

When the cultivators were still immersed in the shock in their hearts, Tengu's sweeping gaze finally stopped, and following its gaze, a pure and lovely girl in a white dress was hiding in the dense forest, looking straight at the sky, her eyes reflected the divine sword that threatened the world, and her small mouth was unconsciously round.

"As I expected, Jiuli is here, how can this little thing be absent?" Seeing the little fox, Tengu was in a much better mood, and deliberately went around in a circle and slipped quietly behind her, wanting to scare and scare the little fox.

"Who?!"

However, it underestimated the little fox's alertness, and before it could get closer, the little fox spotted it.

When he turned around, when he saw that it was a tengu, the little fox screamed and said happily: "Big dog! It's you! Hehe, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are still so stupid, you actually want to scare the smart, cute and beautiful."

Li's kind and generous girl is daydreaming!"

As he spoke, the little fox reached out to tug at the long ears of the tengu, giggling innocently in his mouth.

Tengu rolled his eyes in anger, shook his head vigorously, and got rid of the little girl's claws, and then bared his teeth and said: "Come up and offend your dog brother Tianwei, you don't want this fox skin?"

"Hmph, what about scaring children, I'm not afraid!" The little fox wrinkled his nose, waved his little fist, and said proudly: "When I surpass you in my cultivation in the future, I have to let you call me Little Seventh Sister!"

The tengu glanced at her, and after seeing that the little fox had already stepped into the Heavenly Immortal Realm with half a foot, he said disdainfully: "Hey, it's still far away, let's wait until you become a Heavenly Immortal." ”

As soon as the conversation turned, it asked, "By the way, why are you here?"

"Sister Jiuli heard that many masters gathered in the Lost Forest and wanted to harm Brother Su and take the World Tree, so she brought me to help. The little fox made it clear in three or two sentences, and then asked, "What about you? Why are you still here? How do you have anything to do with the Earth Elf Clan?"

Tengu shook his head, "It's a long story, I'll explain it to you later." ”

The little fox also knew that now was not the time to catch up, so he nodded obediently.

As he spoke, the crowd that had fallen into a brief silence became noisy again, and the major battlefields were also happily fought. However, Lan Yu and the others did not really fight to the death, and several masters slowed down their offensive with a tacit understanding, putting part of their minds on the Pointing Heaven Sword.

Knock! Knock!

Heavy footsteps sounded, and a bloodied figure staggered across the void. The Little Sword Saint's seven orifices were all bleeding, and he was dyed into a bloody man under the Pointing Heaven Sword, and it seemed that the injuries were not light.

However, his sword intent was not weak, but strong, he walked step by step, his body became straighter and his steps became more stable...... Gradually, the body became more and more majestic, as if a giant standing up to the sky and the earth was coming across the mountains and rivers.

"Pointing to the sky! Pointing to the sky! Ah......h

? With a long roar that swallowed mountains and rivers, piercing through the golden cracking stone, the little sword saint's pair of bloody eyes suddenly stood up, and his pupils seemed to be inlaid with two rounds of blood-colored heaven, with endless coercion and boundless terror, like a blood demon.

The long wind rose suddenly, and the long gray hair full of messy hair danced wildly, and the roots were vigorous, as if every fall could crush the sky of years. Above his head, the powerful life essence soared into the sky, and the monstrous blood qi was like a tsunami, rolling and rushing into the sky, and it was more like a hidden beast, letting out a roar that shook the sky.

"Roar!"

The blood in the little sword saint's eyes became more and more intense, and a roar that did not resemble a human voice came out of his mouth, and he instantly fell into a state of rage.

At this moment, he completely lost his mind, the gray long sword in his hand reunited, he held the long sword in his hand, and walked in all directions, between the sword intent oblique fingers, the heaven and the earth suddenly fell silent.

Buzz Buzz ......

There was a trembling sound, and the void above Qing'er's head suddenly twisted, and then, a Tongtian Ancient Sword vaguely appeared, and the tip of the sword that was not sharp pointed directly at Qing'er Heavenly Spirit, and collided with the Heavenly Pointing Sword Intent.

That ancient sword can compete with the Pointing Heaven Sword!

The hearts of the cultivators twitched fiercely, and the disciples of Xiaoyaotian even exclaimed, "Meteoric Sword!"

Mo Xuan and Iris Ling's reactions were equally fierce, and the moment the ancient sword appeared, their bodies trembled.

It was not excitement, nor fear, but an inexplicable feeling, "It's this sword that almost killed Bai Suqiu!"

The woman surnamed Qiao also raised her throat in her heart, and looked ahead for a moment.

The two swords compete and attract worldwide attention.

The ancient sword was suspended in the air, Qing'er's scalp was a little numb, and she looked up slightly, she saw a peerless figure of roaring mountains and rivers and the world looming in the ancient sword, and in a trance, the figure did not seem to be in the sword, but overlapped with the little sword saint, as if he was the little sword saint.

Who is a man? Who is a sword? Or is a man a sword, or a sword is a man?

I can't tell, I can't tell.

"The No. 1 Sword in the World...... Pointing to the sky, Shenkun, who is the first in the world? Who is the first in the world?!ah......"?

The little sword saint looked up to the sky and roared, and at that moment, he was crazy as if he had changed someone. Then, he turned into Changhong, swept out with a gray long sword in his hand, and rushed straight towards the ancient sword, and in an exclamation, the person and the sword merged, and struck down violently.

Qing'er had already concentrated her strength, her whole body was tense, the power of Taiyin was surging in the meridians, and the Finger Heaven Sword in her hand was also shining, the blue light was shining, and the sky and the earth were blue.

The sword aura is awe-inspiring, mighty in all directions, there is no fear in the clear and beautiful eyes, the pale green long skirt flutters, and the elegance is peerless.

The shadow of the ancient sword quickly enlarged in the pupils, and Qing'er let out a clear roar, mobilized the strength of his whole body, and swung a sword violently from the bottom up.

Whoop!

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two divine swords struck each other fiercely.

Rumble!

The chaotic Shenxia smoke rose up, the sword wave swept in all directions, and the heaven and earth were full of fierce sword qi, and everywhere was the vast sword intent...... Its majesty is like an abyss like a prison, and the oppression makes people breathless.

Immediately after, a blood-stained shadow of a long skirt flew out, like a kite with a broken string falling from the sky, and the blue long sword in her hand was so dazzling and dazzling.

Qing'er's hands gradually weakened, and when she saw that the divine sword was about to come out of her hand, suddenly a flash of light flashed, and the divine sword disappeared out of thin air.

This made many masters who were already ready to move anxious all of a sudden, although they didn't know what was going on, but what was certain was that this matter must be related to Qing'er. At that moment, many secret masters jumped out one after another.

A thin young man is like a ghost, a walker without borders, stepping through mountains and rivers for hundreds of millions of miles, and traveling all over the four seas and nine heavens. He held a big blue-gold bell in his hand, and as soon as the bell rang, the monks around him seemed to have lost their souls, and one by one the six gods fell to the ground, making way for him.

A tall man nine feet long was on a rampage, strong and domineering, and no one could stop him when he opened his mouth to drink. He is like a god walking in the world, and he is unstoppable when he speaks the law.

A strange man with fourteen fingers in his hand suddenly descended, one hand behind him, and the seven fingers of the other hand were linked, deriving a huge painting. In the painting, there are six bizarre worlds in turn, spinning and suppressing forward, invincible, and any monk who touches it is pulled into the painting, like a mud cow into the sea and disappears.

Bang ......

With the sound of the void crackling, an iron tree emerged without warning, wrapped in dense vines, and hundreds of roots were like flexible arms, extending and shuttling through the endless void, winding and sweeping forward.

......

In an instant, the masters who were hiding in the shadows jumped out one after another, and they all wanted to capture the seriously injured Qing'er, and the situation fell into complete chaos.

Under the temptation of the artifact, they could no longer sit still.

These monks shot at the same time, and the distance between each other and the target was about the same, and it was inevitable that there would be a conflict, and one by one they would kill each other, eager to kill each other immediately.

And at this moment, a vague figure escaped with a murderous aura, and then came to the top, directly surpassing everyone, and approaching Qing'er.