The true meaning of the Heavenly Sword is to use the sky as a sword. "Please know the domain name"

But in the end, he became the sword of punishment held by heaven.

The cultivation path of a martial artist is a classic history against the sky. Fight with others, fight for a glimmer of opportunity. Fight with the sky and fight for a chance to live.

And the kendo cultivator is the greatest and most persistent practitioner on this path against the sky. But at this moment, the Heavenly Sword, one of the absolute king's twin swords that are the most disobedient to heaven and earth in the way of the sword, has to be controlled by the sky. This has to be said to be a kind of irony.

No wonder, Jian Wei was really wrong.

Indeed, he was wrong. The wrong one is outrageous, the wrong one has no direction.

Hearing Cangye's words, everyone fell silent. The disciples who had been clamoring for Cangye to give a satisfactory answer before were no longer saying anything.

Although they are not such absolute geniuses as the Night Sword Weizhen, who are rampant and suppress countless people. But among the hundreds of billions of people, he can become a disciple of Qingxia. In fact, they can all be regarded as geniuses who are difficult to come out with.

In the night, they naturally understand.

So, no one is saying anything. They just pondered one by one.

The sword above the sky is true, and the pale face finally does not deepen.

His eyes pondered, and the aura around him became more and more moving, as if it was about to shatter in the next moment, to be completely shattered into nothingness.

It's a difficult time, he's wrestling with his own path, he's rethinking all his previous paths. It's a great process, but it's also a dangerous one.

Five years of hard work, countless battles, he has gone too far and far on this path of leapfrogging challenges. At the moment, if he wants to turn back. Then all the glory and hard work will be in vain. All the power before will be wiped out in an instant.

So, it's a tough selection process. If he chooses again, then the previous cultivation will be abandoned. Or he can still retain the cultivation of the peak spirit master. But with that real strength, I'm afraid that even martial artists of the same level are not opponents.

Before, you can achieve Supreme Combat Power. And after a thought, it is not as good as a martial artist of the same rank.

It's a tough choice. Jian Weizhen was hesitating, so his aura couldn't be stabilized. He's in the mí, so he seems to be about to collapse.

Everyone was silently staring at the sword-wielding warrior in the sky. They are silent, because their language is irrelevant.

"Heavenly Sword, since the day I was born, I have taken Heavenly Sword as my ultimate goal. Now that he has the unparalleled combat power, he is told that all this is wrong..."

"Further, I continue to move forward, I can still be brilliant, I am still the genius swordsman who can be comparable to the Supreme Spirit Lord at the peak. And to take a step back, but to give up everything before and become a vulgar horn sè. In the future, however, it may not be successful. Or, with this thought, I will become an ordinary horn sè for a lifetime of mediocrity..."

Muttering. It's not big, though. But it seemed that all the people could hear his voice, that kind of mí, that kind of hesitation. Even the giants are sighing.

Two roads, one retreat and one advance. If it were them, they would not be able to choose.

It was at that moment when the illusory aura, the impossibly vast aura, deepened to a kind of limit. The mí in Jian Weizhen's eyes retreated. He looked at the night with burning eyes. In a tone that had never been calmer than ever, he asked into the night.

"Senior Brother Night, you said before that if my Heavenly Sword is successful, then it will make you in the same realm have the urge to draw your sword!

At this moment, what Jian Weizhen cares about the most is still the night!

Hearing Jian Weizhen's words, Cang Ye did not hesitate and nodded directly. There is no need to say anything, you have already indicated everything.

Or in the past, the sword that comprehended the Heavenly Sword was really worth it for him to reduce his strength and attack. After all, although the sword of Shinto is powerful than the heavenly sword. But it's only between the two, and the two are not much different.

However, when he comprehended the highest meaning that transcended the sword and incarnated as a sword without a way. Heavenly Sword, but he can only let himself have the hope of making a move.

The sword of the Daoless, above all!

And this is the realm of the sword realm without a path now!

Under the edge of the sword, there is no avenue...

Seeing the affirmation of the night, Jian Weizhen's eyes were full of light. All the evil thoughts in the body are completely gone. Behind him, countless brilliance appeared. A hundred-zhang giant sword seemed to condense in the void, and then soared into the sky.

That sword is between the heavenly thunder, and it is the heavenly thunder sword that his sword really relies on the meaning of the heavenly law, and condenses it!

Finally, when the sword of thunder flew into the air that day, there was a sudden roar. Immediately after that, the entire mighty invincible sword was completely shattered!

He doesn't say it, because he has already made his choice!

The Heavenly Thunder Illusory Sword is the true meaning of his sword path. Broken at this moment, it means that the sword is true, falls off the altar, and becomes a mortal!

"Good!"

"Great perseverance!"

"It's not in vain for my Qingxia disciple. ”

"Promising Future"

...

A sound appeared in the void. Although there is no physical shape. But everyone knows that the owner of that voice is definitely a detached powerhouse!

"It only gives you the urge to draw your sword, but I'm satisfied. Your sword is no longer within the limits of your sword. Let you, in the same realm, have the urge to draw your sword. This Heavenly Sword will be the greatest pursuit of my life! When my Heavenly Sword is completed, I hope that a junior disciple who is qualified to the same realm can draw a sword for me!"

After saying this, Jian Weizhen disappeared into the sky. He's going to go back into retreat and fight again. He will use his sword to make the night fight against him!

Although the person is gone. However, his words stunned all the rookie disciples.

At this moment, they realized how ignorant they were to comment on the night like that before. It was once evaluated by many supreme beings as the strongest sword of heavenly thunder, and the sword Weizhen was evaluated as a peerless genius. But just because of the words of this white-haired young man, he put down all his glory and was willing to become a mortal.

All this is just for him, at the moment of the same realm, to draw his sword!

"Night... Brother Night..."

Countless stumbling sounds kept coming. At this moment, they finally realized something.

Calling him a junior brother can make Jian Weizhen, a genius who doesn't even care about the supreme, give up everything. The identity of this person, they know!

Broken through the ages, there is only one who is the best in the way of the sword, the emperor of the night with a sword!

He is, the Night Emperor of the Broken Dynasty!

How many people have heard of that reputation, only the title of the Night Emperor is a joke. is not supreme, the title of the emperor, no matter how talented he is, this is a joke.

But at this moment, it seems that he is not the emperor, how can there be an emperor in the world!

Countless discussions resounded all over the world. The entire surrounding ring, the entire Qingxia Mountain Peak, was boiling.

Many of those who knew the results of the night looked at him in awe with a look of reverence for the gods.

At this moment, no one said that the name of his first disciple of the night was unrealistic. A faint sentence can make the third disciple abandon his cultivation, just to make him draw his sword. What a prestige, what greatness!

The discussion lasted for a long time, and finally everyone calmed down after a supreme remark to stop it. But their eyes were not on the ring at all. Instead, it was concentrated on the white-haired young man in the main table.

But it didn't last long.

As the battle intensified and the warriors became stronger, the eyes of the disciples began to attract the battle.

Sit on the chair and look at everything in front of you with a flat gaze. The night was still too indifferent.

Looking at his appearance, several supreme statues around him sighed softly. If it were the night that used to be, even if it was a giant and a strong man, it would definitely not be so bland, or even a little bōlan. At the very least, he will put on that warm smile and make people feel warm.

It seems that the death of that person had too much impact on him.

In the ring, strong players from all walks of life appeared one after another. The core disciples of several main peaks are even more powerful and march into the sixteenth.

And among them, there is even a disciple of Xuan Dusk Peak.

Although pressed in the source for a hundred years. But once they were born, they quickly resumed their cultivation and slaughtered all sides, even if they were not invincible, they were definitely not weak!

Please share