One Thousand Flying Swords led countless snow swords towards the remaining nine thousand swords.

Countless metal staggered sonorous sounds sounded in the air, the sword curtain was long, and the people of the city were dumbfounded, never thought that in this life, they were lucky enough to witness the immortal fighting method, the sea of clouds in the sky was shattered by the flying sword, the Taoist sect was in charge of Zichen Zhenren with white hair and white beard, wearing a purple robe, sitting safely between the two corners of the dragon's head, letting the snow sword and a thousand flying swords be damaged, and then the remaining more than 7,000 flying swords swarmed and shot out layer by layer, pointing directly at Zichen Zhenren.

Zichen Zhenren waved his sleeves again, and his big sleeves fluttered.

I saw that the cuffs of Zichen Zhenren suddenly opened, like a bottomless black hole, and seven thousand flying swords returned to the forest like tired birds, all of which crashed into Zichen Zhenren's sleeves from end to end.

One sleeve is good, and the sleeve is good.

The big sleeves are propped up like a bulging bag.

Shangguan Xianchen let out a long roar, and the immortal in his hand pointed directly at the eyebrows of the real person in the palm of the sect.

The real person in charge of the sect raised his hand and waved the dust in his hand, and the dust was-for-tat with Zhu Xian.

The dust draws out thousands of silver filaments, and the silver filaments are tens of thousands of zhang.

Shangguan Xianchen Imperial Sword went straight forward in the silver thread, and at the same time, the dots in his hand in front of him did not stop.

The sleeves of Zichen's real robe suddenly swelled, as if something was about to break out of the sleeves.

Zichen Zhenren sighed lightly, "Could it be that you have practiced that sword?"

The world in his sleeve is his own, and when he enters it, he is cut off from the outside world, but Shangguan Xianchen can still manipulate the flying sword in it, and he wants to break out of his sleeve, which can't help but remind Zichen Zhenren of the last few swords of Sword Thirty-six.

He was very curious about what realm Shangguan Xianchen had reached twenty years later.

In fact, the peerless talent of Shangguan Xianchen, not to mention the realm climbing, in terms of the way of the sword alone, it can be said that it is second only to the ancestor of the sword sect thousands of years ago, if the two of them have similar years of cultivation, Zichen Zhenren faces Shangguan Xianchen, I am afraid that there is really only one way to admit defeat.

The current Zichen real person has more than three Jiazi cultivators. In the ancient years, he stepped into the realm of the free immortals, and now after careful calculation, he has made two Jiazi free immortals.

It's a pity that Shangguan Xianchen has only been in the Immortals for thirty years.

There is a ninety year difference between the two.

The same picture scroll, one person has been carefully observing it for one hundred and twenty years, and the other person has just looked at it once, even if that person is a peerless genius, it cannot erase the huge gap in it.

After Zichen Zhenren sighed lightly, he shook the sleeves of his robe.

The sleeves of the robe, which were still drumming, instantly calmed down.

The true person of the Sect Leader stood up from the dragon's head, took a step forward and stepped into the void, waved his hand to let it retreat, and then said calmly: "This is from the same root, why is it too urgent to kill each other?"

Shangguan Xianchen broke through the blockade of the silver filaments in the sky, came to the real person in charge of the sect, and said indifferently: "The Tao is different, the plan is not the same, and the desires are contrary, so they kill each other." Besides, if the Dao Sect really becomes the co-master of the cultivation world, there will still be a place for the Sword Sect to stand in this world?"

The real person in charge of the sect took back the dust, put his hands behind his back, and said: "Shangguan Xianchen, everyone said that you were invincible at that time, but if you want to run rampant in the world, you have to ask the poor way to succeed." Poor Dao didn't bother much today, just stood here and waited. The poor idiot is the age of your two Jiazi, and you will be the first to strike today. ”

After Shangguan Xianchen hummed expressionlessly, he didn't say more nonsense, and raised the Zhuxian Sword in his hand.

Sword thirty-two.

At this moment, the sword light on the body of the Zhuxian Sword extended for more than ten miles, across the sky, and then slashed down in the air.

Slay the dragon with a sword.

This sword was originally intended to kill the Dao Sect Protector True Dragon!

The real person in charge of the sect smiled and said: "There is no real dragon, how can you kill the dragon with a sword?"

The real person in charge raised his hand to whisk the dust and brushed it lightly into the sky.

The dust and the thirty-two swords that traversed the heavens and the earth touched each other, just like a person swung a sword at the wall of the eastern capital.

The originally falling sword twenty-three stopped falling in an instant, and then with a rumbling sound, it actually bounced back in the opposite direction.

A blow of dust swept away Shangguan Xianchen's dragon slashing sword.

Countless cracks appeared on the sword that was more than ten miles long.

Then like the glass shattered, a magnificent splendor burst into the sky.

Xiao Yu looked up at the strange scenery and praised sincerely: "This is the real immortal." ”

The real person in charge of the sect said indifferently: "If you can't sacrifice the last sword, the remaining three swords won't come out." ”

Shangguan Xianchen held a sword in one hand, pointed to the sky with the other, and said softly: "I still have a sword." ”

Biyou Island in the East China Sea, thousands of miles away.

Gongsun Zhongmou was standing in the place where the teacher had drawn the ground, overlooking the dark red magma under his feet.

The lava is scorching hot, but calm. It's like a dark red lake, and the waves are not exciting.

Gongsun Zhongmou had a contemplative look on his face.

The next moment, the magma roared suddenly, bubbles continued to burst, and even the entire mountain began to shake slowly, and the rocks fell into the magma.

Gongsun Zhongmou opened a few falling rocks with one hand, tapped under his feet, and retreated backwards, shocked beyond words.

A greatsword slowly rises from the lava.

The size of the greatsword is the size of the mountain pass, like a sword and a scabbard.

Take the mountains as sheaths.

Cultivators who were lucky enough to set foot on Biyou Island all thought that the mountain where the Great Sword Immortal Shangguan Xianchen retreat was located was like a sword, including Gongsun Zhongmou, and it was not until today that Gongsun Zhongmou realized that he was very wrong, and this mountain was just a scabbard.

What kind of sword should that be it?

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound above the heavenly dome, followed by thousands of sword qi trembling throughout every inch of Biyou Island. The trembling sound was low and steady, unusually without the intention of killing in the past, but like a courtier bowing to the emperor.

Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty.

The trembling sound is getting louder and louder, and thousands of sword weapons are almost rising from the ground,

The next moment, a volcano that had not erupted for more than a hundred years suddenly exploded, and dark red magma overflowed from the mountain pass, billowing smoke into the sky.

A cyan greatsword burst out of the mountain pass.

A white-haired old man grabbed Gongsun Zhongmou with one hand and jumped out of the mountain pass first, so as not to be affected by the gushing magma, and looked back at the cyan giant sword from time to time, and couldn't help but sigh and sigh.

After landing on an ordinary mountain peak in the distance, the white-haired old man was a little distracted, and he couldn't tell what he was talking to Gongsun Zhongmou, or muttered to himself, "Why does the Dao Sect dare to make a thousand-year plan, there is not a real person who can suppress the cultivation world, the Daoist Sect will not die for a day, where will the others come from? The master is also born at the wrong time, if he was born thirty years early, the Dao Sect has not yet crossed the threshold, or he was born thirty years later, then this Dao Sect elder should also be immortal and soar, but it is really rampant in the world." ”

The white-haired old man sighed.

If this sword can't suppress the Dao Sect, then only that last sword will remain.

The cyan greatsword slowly rose, then shattered the sky and broke through the sky.

Over the eastern capital.

The sky shattered, and a cyan greatsword descended from the sky.

The name of the sword is Qingping.

The Sword Sect Master, who had been forging swords for twenty years, laughed loudly and said, "Please sword." ”

Shangguan Xianchen invited out the Qingping Sword, the second of the nine magic swords.

The next step is to ask the real person to ask for the sword.