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Since you can't beat it, let's run.

Where there is life, there is hope. Ji Jinwu thought, rolled up Lin Wanrou with one hand, turned into a golden rainbow and flew into the distance.

Li Yunyuan closed his head tightly, looked at the golden trail, and frowned slightly.

This Ji Jinwu is very similar to the golden crow bird he had seen when he was young, but for some reason, he couldn't find Ji Jinwu's past, so he couldn't tell whether the other party was the old man.

Not to mention Li Yunyuan's complicated thoughts, at this time, Li Xuan still needs to face the strange heavenly tribulation.

This cloud of calamity is not affected by ominous energy in the slightest, and it is still brewing a strange thunder frantically.

The black iron locks surged through the clouds, and the cyan thunder attached to them, and if ordinary monks saw it, they would be afraid and have no intention of resisting.

Li Xuan frowned, looking at the catastrophe with a grim look in his eyes, waiting for it to come.

With a loud bang, a cyan thunderbolt suddenly slashed down and slashed straight towards Li Xuan.

At the same time as the cyan thunder fell, in the dark black calamity, more than a dozen jet-black iron locks suddenly shot out, and the thunder surrounded them.

Behind Li Xuan, the figure of the Taixu Sword Saint Zhao Rujian was still standing behind Li Xuan, and his originally closed eyes had also been opened, and there seemed to be sword light shining in his eyes.

Thousands of miles away in the Nine Yuan City, the City Lord of the Nine Yuan City, Yuan Wenshu's eyes flashed with horror, and the mysterious weapon suspended above his head, the Sword Dao Scroll, was uncontrollable, trembling in vain.

In Jiuyuan City, all the sword and mysterious weapons of the Xuandao monks are not controlled.

Suddenly. The owners of these sword and mysterious weapons all heard a voice that was extremely clear, no!

And Sun Xiaohou and Liu Shaowen, who were hundreds of miles away from Li Xuan, also heard this voice.

"This is, this is Li Xuan's voice!" Sun Xiaohou was suddenly surprised, and being able to hear the voice meant that Li Xuan was fine.

But what made Sun Xiaohou strange was that Li Xuan's voice overlapped with a voice that sounded older.

And although Liu Shaowen also heard this voice, at this time he cared more about the mysterious magic sword in his hand.

This magic sword was the sword body that he bought for more than three hundred spirit stones when he left Ferry City, and the Xuan pattern on it was specially engraved by the Xuan Pattern Master of Ferry City for two hundred Xuan Stones.

At this time, when this voice appeared, this magic sword trembled violently, as if it was about to leave on its own if it was not under his control.

"The sword is coming!" is like a heavenly constitution, with Li Xuan as the center, a radius of about a thousand miles, and all the sword weapons are in the hands of their respective masters, in the space mysteries, trembling wildly.

Then it flew out uncontrollably from everywhere, turning into streamers and quickly streaking across the sky.

"Ahh

There are also monks with high cultivation who want to rely on brute force to keep their sword weapons, but they don't want to just hold the hilt of the sword in their hands, and a thin sword qi rises from their sword weapons, stabs their hands, and then calmly leaves.

On the wall of Jiuyuan City, Yuan Shuwen looked at the kendo scroll that was trembling on his head and was about to lose control, sighed in his heart, gave up control of the kendo scroll, and let it fly.

At the moment when Yuan Shuwen let go of his control over the kendo scroll, a sword exuding Confucian sword intent suddenly flew out of the scroll, and flew towards the sky with the sword wrapped in might.

Under the clouds, Li Xuan's eyes were cold as he looked at the jet-black chains that flew towards him, and in just a few breaths, seeing the chains and thunder, they were about to hit Li Xuan's body.

Suddenly, in all directions of Li Xuan, the continuous whistling sound of sword weapons was endless.

The leader was a sword that radiated a glowing white light, and it flew in front of Li Xuan first, followed by countless sword weapons, including excellent third-order sword weapons and ordinary mortal swords.

Li Xuanhe and the phantom of the Sword Saint behind him, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and he chuckled, and a jade-like slender right hand poked out of his sleeve and pointed towards the thunder tribulation and chains that were already very close to Li Xuan.

"Chop. A soft drink came out of Li Xuan's mouth.

Thousands of sword weapons moved when they heard the order, and then the sword weapons were like rain and forests, from the bottom to the top, resolutely slashing towards the cyan thunder and the jet-black iron lock.

A series of sword lights instantly filled Li Xuan's top, and the leading white long sword was like a broken bamboo, and a strange charm emanated from this sword.

Li Xuan clearly felt that this sword was borrowing the momentum, borrowing the momentum of thousands of sword weapons!

Tiny sword intent shot out from one sword weapon after another, fusing on the white long sword, making the white light on the long sword even more than before.

I saw that when the white long sword was formed, the tip of the sword moved slightly.

A gust of wind blew, like waves cascading on waves, blowing through the cyan thunder and the jet-black iron locks.

In the blink of an eye, the cyan thunder turned into nothingness, and the jet-black iron lock creaked.

The white long sword moved slightly, and a milky white glimmer of light flashed out from the sword body, shining on the jet-black iron lock, the iron lock could not bear it, and the originally incomparably long iron lock suddenly shattered into one after another, and fell weakly from the sky.

The clouds in the sky seemed to feel something, and the incomparably rich cyan thunder was brewing madly in the clouds, and the black iron locks were madly shuttling among the thunder, as if they were brewing a greater thunderstorm.

On the side, seeing Li Yunyuan, whose aura of thunder tribulation in the sky suddenly became stronger, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was about to make a move, but he saw Li Xuan suddenly close his eyes.

If it was said before that the sword path intention of the old man of the Sword Saint behind Li Xuan was turbulent and peaceful, then the idea of the Sword Saint behind Li Xuan at this time was full of violent killing intent.

The phantom of the sword saint Zhao Rujian behind Li Xuan, his eyes seemed to be conscious, looking at the clouds in the sky, there was a trace of impatience in his eyes, but he looked at Li Yunyuan not far away, with a trace of inquisitive curiosity, and a touch of doubt and solemnity.

An idea appeared from Li Xuan's mind, at this time, Li Xuan had already been indistinguishable from the Zhenxian Monument, Li Xuan knew that his body and soul had become the carrier that had sealed the Heavenly Immortals and Demons.

And this idea, if nothing else, was passed on by the sword saint Zhao Rujian behind Li Xuan.

"Boy, there is just the power of ten thousand swords here, pass on your move, and directly break through this cloud tribulation, but the cloud calamity of the Xuandan realm, why be afraid!"

"Listen! The sword starts from the mortal world and falls into the sky......

Li Xuan listened carefully to Zhao Rujian's teachings, and automatically omitted Zhao Rujian's words in front of him, and rolled his eyes at Zhao Rujian in his heart, this senior is too capable of pretending.

Zhao Rujian taught a move that was similar to Li Xuan's explosion when he was playing a game on Earth.

If there was no sword weapon summoned by Zhao Rujian, if he used this move, I was afraid that Li Xuan would be hollowed out on the spot and become a sword slave from now on.

And at this time, with the sword momentum condensed by this heavenly sword weapon, Li Xuan only needed a little guidance to display it.

Li Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the figure of Zhao Rujian behind him suddenly disappeared, replaced by a three-foot Qingfeng phantom with a strange aura.

This sword is Zhao Rujian's saber, and on the sword body, there is no magnificence of the sword weapon of the Xuandao monk, and there is no inscription on it, and some are just smooth as a mirror.

It is said that it has a strange breath because, in Li Xuan's sense, this sword is not the slightest different from the mortal sword.

At the moment when this short sword appeared, the sword weapons in the sky shook together, and an incomparably sharp sword qi swayed from the sword weapon group.

Li Xuan sealed his hands and obtained the method of temporarily controlling the short sword behind him, and drew a circle in front of him with one finger.

Beyond the barrier of the endless world, a short sword of incomparably decaying suddenly trembled, shaking off the vast years on it.

A sharp intent that could slash the sword intent of the immortal god condensed from the short sword, turned into a blue light, passed through the endless void, passed through the circle in front of Li Xuan, and came to Li Xuan's body, and then merged with the short sword phantom behind Li Xuan.

At this moment, Li Xuan seemed to be incarnated as a sword saint, with a sword in his hand, and ten thousand swords bowed down.

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