"Starlight Streamer!"

The Abyss Long Sword in his hand was infinitely magnified, standing across the dark void, turning into an infinitely large sword shadow star, majestic and vast with surging starlight. Thousands of terrifying sword qi surrounded it in the www.biquge.info of the Pen, Fun, and Pavilion, and this majestic sword shadow star, tearing apart everything, tearing through the endless darkness in front of you, brilliant and dazzling.

In the familiarity, the starry sword light in McHal's eyes seemed to be different.

This style of sword skill was mastered by Mahal when he was refining his spirit, and he fought and fought after countless tragic battles. But its power only stops at the peak of the Shentai, and in the eyes of the current Maihal, it has no great effect. At this moment, under the contrast of the three swordsmanship who were exactly the same as him, he saw the difference.

The sword seemed to become vivid, vivid, immature like a curious baby.

Never before, Mehal actually felt that the long sword in his hand, and the sword light of the long sword on the opposite side, seemed to be so soft, as if, in an instant, the sword technique with the monstrous power of destruction had become so immature.

He understands the sword!

"Shattered!"

McHal drank low.

The dazzling starlight in his hand, traversing the void, did not use the various origins of superimposed combat power at this moment, nor did he change his more powerful sword skills, only a sword in the air, the body, the mind, and the gods.

Man and sword in one!

"Snort!"

Four huge and infinite sword shadows collided in the dark dome, and the surging starlight sword qi strangled and collided. It was mighty, like four long rivers of sword qi, crashing together, converging into one.

The vertical and horizontal sharp sword light, layer by layer, swept and shook the tortuous path.

The three figures conjured up on the opposite side, no matter in terms of appearance, breath, physical appearance, or killing skills, they were exactly the same as Mehal, and even the sword power in his hand was the same.

Three swords against one sword!

There should have been no suspense, and Mehal was directly defeated and repulsed, but the truth is far from that.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

I saw that within the starlight sword qi that Torrent Hao collided with, the three silver-haired figures dancing wildly collapsed. The sword qi that sharply cut through the void was agitated and shattered, enveloping the three figures in front of him, flying out far away, regardless of the sword qi of the enemy and me, sneering at the three figures, cutting out a faint blood color.

It's like a real person!

"Something interesting!" Mahal lowered his gaze, his divine light was bright, and he suddenly felt strange, "The preciousness of the divine method I have cultivated, and the subsequent space, even the pinnacle of the gods, can be seen. In front of me, the Holy Path created by the strongest Holy Lord of the first generation can be copied to me, it is really strange. ”

The first generation of the Ancestor of the Northern Holy Court, the Holy Lord, according to Mehal's inference, was at most the peak of power.

If it was a duke who was equivalent to a near-immortal, the entire Holy Court would not fall apart and turn into two holy courts, the north and the south. But if it weren't for the holy path opened up by the existence of a duke, it would be so strange.

It was a real eye-opener for Mehal!

The holy road is long and tortuous, like a secluded path in the mountains, simple and atmospheric, leading to the top of the mountain in the unknown direction, surrounded by clouds and sheltered, with a kind of dreamy mystery, flickering between the virtual and the real.

"Kill!"

The sword pierced through the air.

Three sword lights flashed, directly obliterating the three same silver-haired figures in front of them.

Splashed with blood, as if what Mehal killed was really the same real body as himself. Then, the figure of the three breaths cut off, just like before, exploded into a cloud of dust and disappeared.

The sense of crisis, faintly lingering, has never dissipated.

"Huh?"

Mahal frowned, when he obliterated the three figures, the vague figure that greeted him did not reappear, proving the beginning of the second level? The first level in front of you, haven't passed it yet?

Climb up!

With Shinto cultivation as his body, Mahal's mind was clear, and he moved forward step by step, walking through the secluded path, walking to the depths of this path, and then walking towards the peak, unhurriedly.

Regarding the record of the Holy Road, what Mahal saw in the Qinxuan Examination Domain was only an introduction to the surface of the skin, and he didn't know much, so Mahal could only explore. As for wanting to know the specifics and details of the Holy Road, unless you enter the inside of the Northern Holy Court, there is no such record in the outside world.

These Maihals don't care!

As long as the Holy Road is not a powerful line master who is eyeing him and wants to wipe him out, he will not be in any danger, and here, he can completely rely on his own Shinto cultivation and walk on the ground.

After clearing the obstacles, as he walked forward, Mahal's gaze couldn't help but fall on the Abyss Sword.

"This sword..."

His eyebrows were slightly locked, and looking at the sword in his hand, even Mahal didn't quite know what it was like. For a long time, the sword was just a way for him to kill, fight, and use the sword qi in his body to show his strength and weakness. It's like when a person is hungry, he must eat, and if a strong person wants to fight, he must use divine weapons.

In the world, swords, guns, sticks, swords, halberds, axes, and swords are only one of the ones he masters.

If his trajectory changes, he may abandon the sword and choose a broadsword, or a spear, as long as there is a divine method that fits the corners of his mouth, etc., for him, there is no regret, but now...

The sword in his hand, it seems, faintly exudes some kind of emotion.

Emotion, this is the only word that Mahal can describe now, because the sword in his hand is no longer like in the past, it seems, only the cold and cold Baofeng, has become soft and warm.

At first glance, it looks like a stone, no longer like a dead thing, but something alive.

Through his vision, although he couldn't see anything, looking at the long sword, he seemed to be able to feel the immaturity in it, as well as the naughty softness, which made Mehal's cold heart slightly embarrassed.

"It is rumored that the mountains and rivers-level creation gods have spirits. ”

"Is it just the Spirit?"

"Or something else?"

Mahal frowned slightly, even he couldn't confirm that this feeling was spirit. The spirit of the derivative bead was replaced by the remnant soul of the immortal path of Heaven Dou Lin Momo, which was not a spirit in the real sense, and it could not communicate with his soul at all, and the spirit in it was just a means of control.

In the back of his mind, Mahal had an extremely strong feeling that this... It shouldn't be a spirit!

"Smack!!"

A small humming sound rang out.

Just as Mehal walked forward, looking at the abyss from time to time, in a short period of time, his body, comprehending the various origins hidden in the depths of the void, suddenly flashed a few times. The barrier burst out with a brief burst of light, fleeting, and collapsed into the void, and the world that had changed in front of him shattered again in front of Mehal's eyes.

"Phantom array again?"

Mahal raised his eyebrows, this feeling was experienced once in the Qingyu Square of Qin Xuanzhou. As soon as his mind moved, he was in his mind, and there was another loud roar.

"Boom!"

The body shook wildly.

A terrifying chain of invisible matter pierced through the surface of the void and buckled directly into Mehal's body.

. (To be continued.) )