One heavy mountain is followed by Hyakju Mountain, and after one hundred heavy mountains is a thousand heavy mountains. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A sword was pulled out, and it hit the incomparably heavy mountain sword wind, and the Qingfeng Dao Sword, which had been tempered to the extreme, was bent slightly.

This flexible and blue Qingfeng sword was obtained by Zhuo Zangfeng with countless thoughts and painstaking tongues from the side of the Liu Palm Sect, and he has never been an enemy of others.

The swaying on the Heavenly Sword Sect is comfortable, and in the dark sky within the dark secret realm, the spirituality on the sword and his aura have long been integrated.

A wonderful tremor immediately reflected the strength of the sword.

"Open!"

Zhuo Zangfeng shouted in a deep voice, and at the same time stepped out of the void with his left foot, like stepping on a peak.

The giant mountain formed by the cyan sword qi immediately appeared with a long and narrow opening, revealing the night hidden behind it.

Stepping out with his right foot, the Qingfeng Dao Sword is still strong, and the sword intent is even stronger.

He knew very well in his heart that the old alliance leader of the Grandmaster-level peak realm in front of him must have a backhand, and this heavy mountain was just a temptation when he was facing the enemy.

His heart was full of vigilance, and he did not dare to feel the slightest sense of pride.

The long sword pierced like a bead in the rain,

The first mountain of sword qi full of tentative sword qi quickly faded under the sword qi, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Then at this moment, he suddenly felt a tremor in the sea of consciousness, and a raging dark cloud appeared in front of him.

This is Hyakuju Mountain.

The golden-backed machete suddenly turned into a cyan sword qi, and the golden dragon embedded in the back of the knife turned into countless golden rays of light.

The sword qi and the golden light are like two rivers, and then they communicate and merge into the sea at the same time.

The sword aura was pervasive, completely covering the moonlight.

"Boom!"

In the loud sound that grabbed people's hearts, the sword qi condensed into countless majestic peaks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It took a lot of vitality to break through a heavy mountain just now, and this time it can't be careless.

Zhuo Zangfeng's mind moved slightly, and his figure suddenly rose a hundred feet taller.

The speed at which he ascended was extremely fast, but the Baizhong Mountain seemed to be faster than him, and with a slight frown in the sky, he could see it clearly, and this mountain-like sword aura could not be seen at a glance.

According to the cultivation realm, the Grandmaster-level peak realm saw the whole leopard at a glance, but in the face of the surging sword wind, he actually felt dizzying.

Of course, this is because he has never seen such a sword technique and has no experience in facing the enemy, but more importantly, the two of them have cultivated to the same realm, and Wei Xiaofei's cultivation is far more exquisite than Zhuo Zangfeng.

The sword qi hundred mountains advanced rapidly, and there was no room for the slightest consideration, his eyes were wide open, his lips were lightly pursed, and Zhuo Zangfeng instantly slashed out as many as three hundred and sixty-five swords.

The sword moves used are still the basic swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but the sword qi is better, and the speed of the sword is more swift and incomprehensible.

Each sword stabbed above the sword wind, causing a golden light, and the thunderbolt-like sword qi suddenly met in the sword wind like positive and negative pole lightning, and the entire sky seemed to shake......

This was a thrilling battle, and the disciples of the Sword Alliance in the world looked up and watched, and no one dared to make any noise.

It seems that every move they can affect the qi of the two of them and change the outcome of the battle.

In fact, they knew better than anyone else that the two Grandmaster-level peak realm powerhouses who were excited in the night sky could easily knock out two sword lights and flatten the entire Sword Alliance.

The terrifying power of the powerful cultivators filled their hearts with a sense of shock and horror, completely forgetting that they were in the most dangerous situation.

The cracked wound on his arm slowly expanded under the impact of sword qi and sword wind, and the pain continued, but Zhuo Zangfeng became more and more calm.

The anger of revenge in his heart had been suppressed, and in the face of a powerful cultivator with equal cultivation, he knew that the courage of blood qi and the intention of hatred would only affect the qi machine, and thus affect the exertion of sword intent.

And the most feared consequences he never thought about.

If he can't kill the other party, then he is the one who falls.

This consequence is no longer within his consideration, not that he is not afraid of death, but that the opponent is too strong and has no time to think about this problem.

Or rather, disdain to think about it.

In his heart, this is still his arrogant nature.

The child who was brought up by Duan Qianhua, the great sword god who was proud of the ages, how could he not have this fearless arrogance in his bones?

Even Meng Taixu, who is admired by all cultivators in the world, this great sword saint who has always been humble and easy to show people, has an extreme attitude towards the world, which is not a kind of arrogance.

Life, diligently strive for progress, death, no question of destiny.

Cultivators in the world, not everyone can cultivate to the state of immortality and immortality, opening the Heavenly Gate and the immortal class.

Seeing the Baizhong Mountain in front of him as a sacred and powerful Heavenly Gate, the Qingfeng Dao Sword Sword in Zhuo Zangfeng's hand became extremely awe-inspiring, and the scope enveloped it became wider and wider.

The night was torn apart by the sword qi, and it quickly bridged.

It's just that the overlapping and surging Baiju Mountain can no longer be bridged after being cut by the sword intent, and the cyan sword wind is constantly crushed by the sword qi, making a "snort" roar.

The Hundred Mountains of Sword Qi still couldn't cause great lethality, but quickly dissipated under the opponent's sword intent.

The old alliance leader, who was nearly ninety years old and had fought more than a thousand times, had a gloomy face, and he had never encountered such a terrible opponent.

And he is also a very young Taoist priest.

Constantly urging vitality, but the sword qi exerted by the golden-backed machete is constantly weakening on the ground, could it be that the amount of vitality of this little Taoist priest is much stronger than his own?

This was a bit ridiculous, but he really sensed an irresistible sword aura in the sea of knowledge.

It seems that without taking a breath, the sword intent that is not very broad can be inhaled into the nostrils.

Everywhere and without a trace, this is the most terrifying sword intent in the world's sword cultivation.

The shock in his heart affected the flow of qi, the sword wind paused slightly, and the sword light was flourishing.

Involuntarily, even Wei Xiaofei, who had cultivated to the Grandmaster Realm, made a great mistake.

In the face of a strong enemy, how can you think wildly.

Zhuo Zangfeng let out a soft roar in the air, his wrist flipped and turned, and the Qingfeng Dao Sword suddenly flowed out a vast sword intent like the water of the Yangtze River.

In that deep night, the sword intent in the sky carried the cold brilliance of the moonlight, and instantly destroyed the Baizhong Mountain composed of the sword wind.

Forging ahead under the starry sky, Zhuo Zangfeng exerted his waist and abdomen, and landed quickly on his head and feet.

The Qingfeng Dao Sword had already condensed the vitality that even he could barely suppress, and stabbed towards the shocked old alliance leader with lightning speed.

The sword is born from the heart, and the sword intent is transformed by the vitality accumulated by the dantian qi sea.

Undoubtedly, this sword god is full of energy, and it is born in the most natural state.

In spring, everything recovers, flowers bloom, and this is nature.

The world's kendo pays attention to the word nature.

Whether it is Duan Qianhua's strong sword intent, or Meng Taixu's fusion of all things at the bottom of the sword, to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than nature.

Once he realized the mistake, Wei Xiaofei could adjust the qi machine as quickly as possible.

His white hair spread out, his robe swollen, and his golden-backed machete fell into view, flying and circling three feet above his head.

There was no time, and perhaps there was still no time, and the main qi of the old alliance of the Sword League suddenly climbed to the peak.