A punch is shattered, hearty.

The fist gave birth to blood, shattered the sky and thundered, and destroyed the Wuzong Heavenly Tribulation, making the heavens and the earth regenerate and be clear.

The sunlight was leisurely, passing through some thin clouds, swaying down, gently brushing all the warriors below, whose bodies were stiff and standing, making the horror in their eyes flickering more and more bright.

If you are promoted to Wuzong, you will inherit the catastrophe.

This is not only a test for a martial artist to step into the realm of martial arts, but also a condensation and reward for martial infants.

Since ancient times, Wu Zongzheng has always been loved and hated by martial artists, but no one has ever smashed Wu Zongzheng with one punch like snow on a sunny day, and he is arrogant and disdainful.

Even Jun Yi, who broke through the Martial Sect at the beginning, was never so domineering.

"I was just smashed by a punch, could it be... Wu Zongzai?"

"It should be, the ancestor of my Zhou family once stepped into the Martial Sect, and the junior was fortunate to meet once, this momentum and ferocity must be the Martial Sect. ”

"But how could she be so bold, how dare she be so disrespectful to the Heavenly Tribulation? and... Is it really successful? What is her origin? How can there still be such a terrible existence under the command of Jun Gongzi? Who will compete with the future heavenly domain?"

"This woman seems to be from the Seven Peerless Towers... Snow on a sunny day?"

......

The black clouds come and go quickly, it can be said that the entire Cangyun Heavenly Domain has risen and disappeared the fastest since ancient times, and it can even be compared to a glimpse.

The sunlight pierced everyone's pupils, waking them up from their sluggishness, and the words were full of surprise, and the awe of Jun Yi became more and more intense, and the idea of hugging their thighs became more and more intense.

Naturally, there are also people here who recognize the origin of the snow when it is clear.

However, these are not the key, in their opinion, it is the most important thing to get on the nine-day ship of Jun Yi.

Then there was a warrior who quietly moved and began to build a relationship with the disciples of Bei Tianque, and between the three words, they became familiar with each other as if they were brothers, and they were happy.

It's just that their eyes are staggered, and they all flashed with weird smiles, and they disappeared in a flash, and they had their own plans in their hearts.

"Snow, Cher..."

Below, Mo Yiqian's face was happy and sad, happy that Qingshi Xue was really alive again, as for the breakthrough of the realm and the changes in his body, he didn't put it in his eyes at all, all he wanted was his sister's safety.

As for the sadness, it is that the sadness on the face just now has not eased, and there is only a residue.

When it is sunny, Xue Yan smiled, like ten thousand flowers blooming, dazzling, but it was eclipsed, and it was defeated.

There were no words, Qing Shixue just looked at Mo Yiqian, gently raised her jade finger, hooked it slightly, and the strange phantoms behind her all converged like a body and disappeared.

"Zheng..."

But in an instant, there was a light sound of sword intent not far away, and there were bursts of awe-inspiring killing intent heard.

With the movement of Qingshixue's fingertips, the long sword that rose from the ground trembled and was wrapped in a strange streamer, turning into a meteor and galloping away.

The direction is exactly where An Yunxiao and the others left.

The long sword was like the wind, as fast as thunder, and it swept through everyone for a while, and then there was a sound of breaking wind, dragging a long wave of qi, and the sword marks that were cut on the ground, and rushed from afar.

"What!"

An Yunxiao and the others were shocked, and the uncontrollable fear boiled, making their hands and feet cold, and their bodies that were running and fleeing began to stiffen.

The legs that gradually weakened, and even some of them wanted to stop unobediently.

Especially when I saw the sword blade suddenly approaching behind me, as well

The brilliant brilliance lingering on the blade of the sword is like a cold sticker urging life, which must be imprinted in their hearts.

"Shoot, send the senior brother away!"

The true disciple of the early stage realm of a martial king in front of him gritted his teeth fiercely, his face was hideous and firm, and he stood reflexively with the rest of the senior brothers, condensing Haoran sword intent, wanting to block it for a moment and seek a glimmer of life for An Yunxiao.

"Hum..."

Everyone condensed, several swords were united, and the nine pitch-black mountains were manifested again, but they instantly merged and turned into one, lying in front of the galloping long sword.

"Senior brother, wait for me..."

Among the more than a dozen people, there was a warrior who roared with his eyes, but before the words in his mouth fell, he saw the blue flower of the sword in front of him, condensing a brilliant strange flower, which suddenly bloomed and gradually dyed blood.

When the blood mist rose, he made a strange discovery, and the scene in his eyes began to reverse, and then became a little blurry.

In the haze, there seemed to be more than a dozen headless corpses, raising their swords and holding the appearance of a shot.

The abrupt sound behind him almost made An Yunxiao's mind blank for a moment, and between the endless horror and the collision of the desire to survive, a hideous ferocity suddenly appeared.

A strange sword intent overflowed from his body, and some wonderful pale white mist surged endlessly, making his figure a little ethereal and light.

"Zheng..."

In an instant, the long sword of the Quartet roared softly, and there was a sound of excitement and awe, as if it was welcoming something.

"Boom!"

With a roar, the sword on the waist of the Quartet Warrior, and even the sword that fell to the ground and even broke and broken, all began to tremble suddenly.

At the same time, there are also wisps of strange white rays, gushing out of them, converging and merging, condensing a long river of sword intent.

"Zheng..."

When it was sunny, Xue raised his hand, and the long sword attacked from a distance, and it also rushed to An Yunxiao's approach at this moment, and the brilliance had almost turned into a large mass of white mang, like the sun.

"Sword!"

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded between heaven and earth, and the sword intent lingering on this sword gradually dissipated, until An Yunxiao's chest was already quietly suspended, and there was no murderous intent.

The strange scene attracted the eyes of the warriors from all over the world, even Jun Yi and the others unconsciously raised their eyebrows and stared.

It's just that in front of Mo Yiqian, Qingshi Xue, who was originally kneeling quietly, smiled, stood up gently and elegantly, rolled up the white skirt and strange flowers, and turned around to dance in the air.

"Brother, wait until I come back..."

"She... She..."

A simple word, if there is a lightning strike, Mo Yiqian's face flushed in shock, and he couldn't say a complete sentence excitedly.

......

"Hum..."

In the distance, a slender hand missing a finger reached out and grabbed the long sword that was quietly floating in the air, and the blade of the sword gently pointed at the ground, cutting out a deep sword mark, and the sword intent lingered endlessly, lasting for a long time.

This person is An Yunxiao.

The imminent killing machine and the unwillingness to survive turned out to be something that made him awaken deep in his heart at a critical moment, and he had been quietly silent.

Is that... A sword that has not yet been opened.

The body of the sword lingers in the brilliance, wrapped in thousands of sword intent, as if the supreme in the sword, can hold ten thousand swords in the world, raise your hand and hang down, and your demeanor will be accompanied by sword intent, ten thousand swords city.

This is the reason why An Yunxiao was born chaotically by the old sect master of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect, and the reason why the four sword masters worked together to cultivate, the Sword Spirit Holy Body.

The unity of the sword body, the spiritual body, is the supreme in the sword,

Sword Spirit Eucharist.

At this moment, An Yunxiao's pupils are completely innocent, and the faint brilliance seems to be formed by the convergence of thousands of sword intents, and the power of one eye is the power of a sword.

"Hum..."

In the sky, there is a white dress dancing lightly, like a fairy hanging down from the mortal world, smiling lightly, killing all the flowers.

"Do you and I really want to fight each other?"

An Yunxiao's innocent pupils couldn't show the slightest emotion, but the slightly frowning brows showed that the sword heart that had just been condensed in her heart was disordered and mottled and impure.

"Sword Spirit Sacred Body?"

It's just that in the face of An Yunxiao's words, Qing Shixue didn't respond, just raised her hand lightly and pinched out a long sword, lingering with all kinds of strange brilliance, and the sword blade was cold.

"Then I can't let you go. ”

"Zheng..."

With a soft word, the sword intent was like an abyss, and he broke free from Qingshixue's hand, and shot away with a soft groan, facing An Yunxiao's chest, and the killing intent was rolling.

Seeing this, An Yunxiao's frowning brows stretched, there was no emotion on her face, and even a little ruthlessness overflowed: "I am the supreme of the sword!"

"The swords of the world are all at my command. ”

"Sword Venerable!"

With a soft voice, An Yunxiao threw his sword out, attracting the long river of sword intent that gathered from all directions, manifesting the innocent Jiaolong phantom, roaring the heavens and the earth, and angrily meeting the sword in the palm of the snow.

"Blood Demon. ”

Seeing this, the snow murmured in her mouth when it was clear, her white skirt danced, and a strange figure condensed behind her, and then pointed out and landed on the hilt of the sword that had just shot out, manifesting thousands of demon beasts, hideous and ferocious.

The dragon roared, and the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, but it was entangled by thousands of fierce beasts.

Originally, it was just a confrontation between two long swords, but now it has become a battle between the two armies.

In just a few breaths, the sword intent collapsed, the demon beast fell, and only the phantom shadow of the dragon stretched across the sky, roaring the long sword in front of him.

"Jiaolong?"

"Heh, what about a mere dragon, even if it's a real dragon?"

When it was sunny, there was a disdainful chuckle from Xue's mouth, and the long sword suspended in front of Jiaolong was actually a strange trembling, and a strange figure appeared, with wings on his back, standing in the sky.

The moment the figure appeared, it came out in anger, stretched out its big hand and grabbed the dragon's head, and then threw a punch like rain, slamming into its body.

The dragon, which was roaring and roaring just now, was motionless at this moment, as if it was stupid, and let the strange figure vent and beat, and it was actually blasted into nothingness.

Then, the figure dissipated and sank into the sword.

"Hum..."

In an instant, the long sword roared lightly, drawing a slight sword mark, which lightly wiped An Yunxiao's neck, sprinkled a touch of crimson, and fell to the ground.

"For... What?"

An Yunxiao's eyes were innocent, and she still couldn't see the emotions in her pupils, but there was a little misery between her words, which seemed to contain all kinds of unwillingness and deep affection.

"Because drunkenness is my brother. ”

"Nobody... You can't hurt him, even if it's a threat. ”

The white skirt danced lightly, and the snow came slowly on a sunny day, standing quietly in front of An Yunxiao, with a pure smile on her face, and then stretched out a hand, lingering with a strange brilliance, which sank into An Yunxiao's chest.

Then, the jade hand was withdrawn, but in the palm of his hand was a sword fetus no more than the size of a palm, only a rudimentary form, not a sword body.

"The sword fetus of the Sword Spirit Holy Body is very good..."