With the change in the complexion of those watching the battle inside and outside the mountain and river picture scroll, between the majestic wind and waves of the ninth peak, the battle between the snow-white sword qi and the spear seemed to be finally coming to an end.

In the thousands of years since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, there have been countless people with superior talents, but there is only one Tianjiao who is born in each era and overwhelms his peers.

The Heavenly Sword Immortal and the generation at the beginning of the night curtain were already considered to be the pioneers of the great world, so Chen Jiansheng, the first person in that era, was a real immortal genius who was able to shoulder the pillars of the sword.

But it's a pity that the high-spirited Heavenly Sword Immortal, in the bloody case in the Sword King City more than ten years ago, was cut out of a great avenue injury by a visitor from the Heaven and Earth of the Living Beings Building, and since then he has been dormant in the Frost and Cold City and has become the orphaned Chen Bo of the Fang family.

Regardless of whether Chen Jiansheng had stepped into the Supreme Realm before his death, no one could deny that this sword cultivator who had slashed out of heaven and earth with one sword had already stepped into the Supreme Dao.

That wisp of sword qi that was rooted in the sword qi left behind by Chen Jiansheng and gathered thousands of sword qi on the entire Ninth Peak was indeed one of the best swords in the world.

Without the support of Ziwei's supreme strength, Rao was wrapped in that spear, and it was also the supreme dao at the beginning of the night, but the hands of the two supreme dao's juniors made moves, and it seemed that Chen Jiansheng still had the upper hand.

That snow-white sword qi like a swimming fish, when it collided with the tip of the spear, suddenly let out a long sword roar.

As a result, around the sword qi, the mountain rocks exploded, the spiritual energy surged, and the rolling waves of qi scattered from the top of the mountain, spreading throughout the ninth peak.

It can be seen with the naked eye that on the ninth peak, which is more than 10,000 feet high, all the exposed earth and rocks from top to bottom are shaking and falling towards the bottom of the mountain under this wave of air.

And those stone forests closest to the bluestone platform on the top of the mountain, under the impact of such sword qi waves, were even more shattered into ashes because they did not have the protection of the rules of the mountain and river painting scrolls.

In the midst of the wave of qi, the sword qi took a step forward, and the spear that was surrounded by black and red light burst into a crack that snaked from the tip of the spear to the entire body of the spear.

The sword qi advanced again, and as a result, the spear, which was not of low rank, suddenly burst into a little mournful.

The younger generation has climbed the mountain so far, and the battle that will determine the ownership of the Great Xia Dragon Qi seems to end with a complete victory for Qingshan.

The Buddha and the Taoist on the top of the mountain have a faint starlight in their eyes.

A drunken smile hung on the corner of Luo Qianlong's mouth.

And in the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, Giyama and Xingxinglou, as well as the elders of the Ink Gate, there is a little unhappiness between their eyebrows.

Qingshan's sword immortals, although they still looked unwavering, still had a little smile in their eyes.

And the Great Xia Emperor, who stood proudly on the side of the Jiangshan Society, had a majestic face, but his sword eyebrows and starry eyes narrowed slightly.

With the change in the expression of Emperor Li Anmin of Great Xia, the night curtain leader who was enlightened in the map of the Jiangshan Society opened his eyes as bright as stars, Ziwei raised his head and trembled slightly, as if he had glimpsed the battle between guns and sword qi in his eyes.

So, this woman, who made all the people of the Great Xia Dynasty fear like a tiger, gently raised her right hand and pointed a little forward, like a wave of purple light, swept out towards the mountains and rivers.

The subtle artistic conception of the Jiangshan Society map made none of the masters in front of the stargazing tower get a glimpse of this purple light.

In the blink of an eye, the purple light penetrated into the picture scroll of mountains and rivers and came to the ninth peak.

At the moment when the snow-white sword qi was about to completely tear apart the spear, the purple light drilled into the body of the spear, and the spear shone again.

As a result, it was difficult for the snow-white sword qi to be stored.

At the moment when Buddha Zi and Daozi were frowning and Fang Chen's face was surprised, the spear poured with purple light, the black light on it was completely covered with purple, and what followed was the rout of Chen Jiansheng's dying sword.

After the snow-white sword qi struggled to resist for a few breaths, it finally gradually dispersed into thousands of small sword qi under the body of the spear wrapped in Ziwei Avenue and returned to heaven and earth.

Between the staggered light and shadow, Fang Chen vaguely saw the snow-white swimming fish, the last nostalgic glance before it collapsed.

Immediately, Uncle Qingshan's sight was completely occupied by that dazzling purple light.

The spear of the black-robed cultivator of Wutong Garden, after shattering the heavens and the earth, was unabated, and it actually turned the head of the spear and rushed towards Fang Chen.

In the sea of martial arts yuan, only the last thirty percent of Fang Chen was left in Jian Yuan, and under this surging shot, he didn't have time to make a move to resist, he could only watch the cold tip of the spear get closer and closer to him.

Fortunately, at the moment when the tip of the spear was three inches closer, on Fang Chen's waist, the treasure bag given by the old peak master spontaneously condensed into a thin sword in an instant, blocking the young swordsman's body.

However, the collision of the gun with the light curtain was only a moment.

The spear that Ziwei swung out through the Jiangshan Society Diagram at the beginning of the night curtain was still the martial arts fluctuation of the Nine Realms on it, but the Great Dao Killing Intent wrapped on the body of the spear far exceeded this realm, obviously to completely destroy Fang Chen's virtual body.

And the sword heaven and earth that the old peak lord gave to the disciples who closed the door, although it is claimed to be enough to block anyone's attack under the mountain top.

But in the mountains and rivers picture scroll, the weakening of such a talisman is already the strongest, not to mention that the person holding the gun at this moment is the Ziwei who is in the Supreme Realm.

Therefore, the moment the spear touched the sword heaven and earth, the two exploded at the same time almost instantly.

The sword heaven and earth that was bound by the rules of the mountain and river picture scroll was embarrassing after all, and under the attack of the spear, the wisp of sword intent of the old peak master was wantonly urged, and it was stubbornly pressed in front of the tip of the spear, and it did not retreat a single inch until it dissipated.

And the spear that Wutong Yuan cultivated in the Nine Realms, Rao is rank is no matter how extraordinary, but there is still a certain gap between it and such a sharp weapon as Shen Yuan in Fang Chen's hand, and how can such a spear withstand the repeated collisions of the Supreme Dao.

Therefore, at the moment when the spear defeated the Sword Heaven and Earth, it was also difficult to bear Ziwei's Supreme Dao, and in front of Uncle Qingshan's junior uncle, it shattered inch by inch, exploding with an earth-shattering bang.

The collision at such a distance in front of him almost caused Fang Chen to be buried by gray sand in an instant.

Those flying sand and stones that swept up along with the contact of the Supreme Avenue completely concealed the original position of the young swordsman in a dense cloud of smoke and dust.

Many cultivators outside the mountain and river scroll sighed lightly, while Luo Qianlong on the ninth peak was full of worry.

Although the Nine Realms Martial Cultivator of Wutong Yuan lost the sharp weapons such as the Supreme Dao and the spear after repeatedly calling out the hole cards to fight with Fang Chen, Fang Chen also did not have the hole cards of Heaven and Earth, and Sword Heaven and Earth.

If that's all there is to it, the two can still fight for a few rounds to decide the victory.

But in the billowing smoke and dust visible to the naked eye, the collision of the Supreme Dao would undoubtedly make Fang Chen's snow worse, and no one would believe that under such a close range of earth-shattering explosions, Uncle Qingshan could be unharmed.

Losing the spear in his hand, the martial artist who was full of his body, along with Dao Yun, also consumed most of the Wutong Yuan Nine Realms Martial Cultivator, staring at the billowing smoke and dust that gradually dispersed.

The black-robed cultivator raised his hand slightly, and condensed the last martial yuan into an illusory spear, holding it in the palm of his hand.

Before the dragon qi light pillar on the ninth peak, the ninth number had not changed in the slightest, that was to say, after the battle of the Supreme Dao in front of him, Fang Chen still had a life.

In the midst of those smoke and dust, Uncle Qingshan, who was lucky enough to survive, may need this last shot to end this mountaineering competition.

Under the cover of the black robe, no one could glimpse the Wutong Garden's Nine Realms martial cultivation, but at the moment when most of the smoke and dust dissipated, the spear flickered with its steps, and appeared in front of the deep pit caused by the explosion in the blink of an eye, and the tip of the spear went straight to the faint human form.

The panicked power carried by this gun, if it is really rooted in the body of the young uncle of Qingshan at this moment, I am afraid that the dragon qi in the mountains and rivers in the picture scroll belongs to the candidate, and the candidate will really be determined.

But it's a pity that when the gun fell, in the smoke and dust that completely dissipated, the human figure dispersed at the same time along with the gun, and there was no trace.

Wutong Yuan's Nine Realms Martial Cultivator frowned when he saw this, and immediately noticed the cold glow behind him, but before he could turn around and make a move, the sword weapon with endless cold light had already slashed at his shoulder blade behind his back.

As a result, the black-robed cultivator knelt on his feet under this sword, and slid out towards the edge of the bluestone stone platform at a speed that was even more rapid than when the spear was fired.

Holding the stunned Fang Chen, after slashing out this sword, he was unable to stand because of exhaustion.

The collision of the Supreme Dao in front of him, and the violent explosion that followed, made Fang Chen almost infuse almost all the sword yuan left in his body into his left arm, holding the sword in one hand and stretching it forward, trying his best to resist the aftermath of Ziwei's shot.

Fortunately, the old peak master's sword heaven and earth had weakened most of Ziwei's power after all, and after infusing the abyss with the sword element, Qingshan's supreme four swords, the incomparable hardness of the sword weapon, helped Fang Chen withstand the residual impact.

However, the Supreme Dao is the Supreme Dao, and although it is triggered by the Nine Realms Qi Machine, it is still difficult to resist for ordinary cultivators.

Fang Chen, who was standing in place with great difficulty, trembling, had disappeared at this moment, and the left arm of Uncle Qingshan's junior uncle had also disappeared.

Under the robe of the Qingshan disciple, the corner of the left sleeve that was already torn looked pitch black, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

But the little uncle Qingshan, whose mouth was constantly twitching, still raised his head proudly and looked at the Wutong Yuan Nine Realms Martial Cultivator who could stay on the edge of the bluestone stone platform.

Fang Chen, who had consumed all the martial yuan in the smoke and dust to resist the collision of the Supreme Dao, should not have been able to resist the last shot of the black-robed cultivator, but at this point in the battle, it seemed that everyone had forgotten that Uncle Qingshan had more than one sword weapon.

The sword cultivation glove hanging from his waist, among which there is a sword weapon that has been sealed and recuperated for a whole year, is also the last hole card sword qi of Uncle Qingshan.

When the black-robed cultivator's spear fell, Fang Chen used the building of sword intent to urge the Qingshan Sword Technique to be faint, condensing into a vague human form and stopping in the smoke and dust, and the real body of the young swordsman, after the smoke and dust, pulled out the sword weapon that had been cultivated for a whole year with the sword cultivation method passed down from Shen Township.

That sword, once in the Sword King City with the five realms against the seven realms, today at the top of the ninth peak, I don't know if it can be used to slash the ninth realm with the eighth realm sword?

Inside and outside the mountain and river scroll, everyone looked at the black-robed martial cultivator who knelt on the edge of the bluestone stone platform, and as a result, thousands of eyes noticed at the same time that the Nine Realms cultivator of Wutong Garden suddenly moved his right hand.