Xuanyuan Ling'er's eyes were gone, replaced by a few traces of golden aura.

Xuanyuan Ling'er quickly rose into the air, and then the colorful glass lightning slammed down towards He Ying, and he saw seven colorful lightning flashes in the clouds overhead, and he arrived in front of He Ying almost instantly.

He Ying closed his eyes, then took a deep breath, spit it out again, and when he opened it again, he shouted, and the bronze ancient sword stabbed straight away.

"Dugu Sword Technique Sixth Style, Flying Immortal!"

I saw a white light flying out of He Ying's body, the white light stood still, and a fairy with a bewitching figure, wearing a light veil, and holding a thin sword stood in front of her, she looked at the colorful lightning and rushed straight up.

The strong wind rolled up her light veil, and she could vaguely see the shocked face under the light veil.

Her white dress was blown and swayed violently, outlining her slender body.

She rushed into the middle of the seven lightning bolts, and countless white sword lights flickered, saying that she was chopping, but the action was more like a sword dance.

Then there was a roar, and the colorful lightning was all split, and the fairy also landed steadily in front of He Ying.

Xuanyuan Ling'er waved his arm, opened and closed widely, and countless dense white lightning bolts with a length of only two or three meters flew out from the colorful glazed lightning, covering half of the sky for a while.

The fairy rose into the air, the thin sword in her hand continued to cut off the white lightning, her speed was beyond normal people could see, even Xuanyuan Lie could only see a white light quickly wandering between the lightning, and seven or eight afterimages were dragging behind the white light.

However, there were too many lightning bolts, and no matter how fast the fairy was, she couldn't cut it, and soon, a white lightning bolt passed through her body, and the fairy figure shook and immediately turned into nothingness.

The bronze ancient sword in He Ying's hand hung in the air, let go of his fist, and shouted: "The seventh style of Dugu swordsmanship, please God!" ”

"Buzz!"

The bronze ancient sword body trembled violently, and a beam of green light flew straight into the sky, instantly piercing the clouds and piercing the sky, as if to cut off some people hiding in the sky.

I heard a burst of Sanskrit sound overhead, like a bell, spreading thousands of miles away.

Xuanyuan Lie and the old sword god raised their heads at the same time, and they saw a golden giant hand sweeping through the clouds, revealing their true bodies.

The Buddha statue occupies almost the entire sky, holding the fearless seal in his right hand, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, majestic and magnificent.

The old sword god stared at the Buddha statue above his head, and his face gradually became solemn.

The left hand of the Buddha statue was pressed down, and the lines of the palm were visible, and the hand seemed to fall like a meteorite, and the whole burned into the sky.

The giant palm passed through the clouds, and the thick white clouds evaporated instantly, and a force so big that it was boundless pressed on everyone's hearts, and they suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Xuanyuan Ling'er's feet slowly sank under the water's surface.

The aura of her whole body suddenly rose, and the colorful glass lightning came out of her hand, and countless colorful lightning bolts blasted towards the giant palm.

For a moment, the thunder was like a drum, and the sky turned into a sea of fire, and flames filled the sky instead of clouds.

When the colorful lightning touched the giant palm, it was immediately absorbed, and the giant palm kept reversing, almost covering the earth.

Xuanyuan Ling'er shouted angrily, her black hair floated, her eyes glowed golden, her arms were open, as if she was breaking free from the shackles, and then her skin began to glow, and soon the whole person became a golden person.

Xuanyuan Ling'er bowed down and flew towards the giant palm above his head like lightning, then straightened his right arm, clenched his fist, and smashed it towards the top of his head.

He Ying once told her that everything outside her body is nothing, as long as she is strong enough, she can break the river, catch the moon, and cover the sky.

She has seen it, and she has realized it.

This punch, she wants to ...... Slay the gods!

Above the sky, a giant palm thousands of miles away.

Under the giant palm, Xuanyuan Ling'er was as small as an ant.

But, so what!

I am the way of heaven, and I am my own god!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang like a nuclear bomb explosion, Xuanyuan Ling'er punched through the giant palm, leaving a hole behind him.

She didn't stop, she continued to go up, rushing towards the door of the Buddha statue.

People have fate, and heaven has reincarnation.

But do people have to obey their own fate?

From wawa to the landing, to toddler, to marrying a wife and having children, birth, old age, sickness and death, is this a fixed law?

No, I want this life to no longer bind my heart, I want this day to no longer cover my eyes.

I want everyone in this land to be smiling, and I want this wheat tip to be facing the sky forever.

Another punch, like a boulder falling into the surface of the lake, several golden ripples shook out, stretching all the way to the sky.

Buddha extinguished.

In the scattered golden light, Xuanyuan Ling'er stood quietly in the sky like a god of war, and countless golden lights fell on her shoulders and disappeared instantly.

On the ground thousands of miles away, Xuanyuan Lie nodded with great satisfaction, and looked at the old sword god: "This punch, if it's you, can you block it?" ”

The old sword god smiled: "Can't stop it." ”

He looked at Xuanyuan Ling'er and smiled knowingly, folds filling his face.

Demigod's Posture.

He sought it for more than twenty years to reach the status of a demigod.

And Xuanyuan Ling'er showed the appearance of a demigod in less than half a month.

When the true green is better than the blue, there are such descendants and even comforting.

Xuanyuan Ling'er looked down at He Ying and said a word: "Xie Fujun helps." ”

If it weren't for the big Buddha just now, Xuanyuan Ling'er would not have been able to pass the emotional level in her heart, and the sense of oppression brought by this big Buddha would have to fight hard even if the old sword god came.

The so-called emotion, love, family, friendship, flowers and plants in the world, fireworks in the world...... When people are bound by these emotions, they will have a knot, and with a knot, it is difficult to make progress.

This is also why it took the old sword god more than 20 years to cultivate the demigod posture.

"Now she is me."

Xuanyuan Lie looked at the old sword god and said puzzledly: "What do you mean?" ”

"If she wins, I win, and if she loses, I lose."

In just four sentences, the ending has been decided.

But he saw He Ying turn around and look in the direction of the old sword god: "Sword God, this last move, please give me advice." ”

Xuanyuan Lie's face changed.

The old sword god was silent for a moment, then looked at Xuanyuan Ling'er above the sky, his figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already standing beside Xuanyuan Ling'er.

"Go down, this last resort is for me to make a move after all, otherwise this kid will be unwilling."

Xuanyuan Ling'er recovered her true body, nodded, took a step out of thin air, and disappeared into the air.

Xuanyuan Lie looked at his daughter beside him and said, "Do you think the sword god can take this move?" ”

The aura in Xuanyuan Ling'er's eyes dissipated, she looked at He Ying in the middle of the lake, and said extremely calmly: "From beginning to end, he didn't take a step back. ”

Without taking a step back, what kind of strength is this?!

Xuanyuan Lie looked at He Ying and didn't say anything more.

High in the air, the sword god's one-arm slowly raised, and streams of air slowly wrapped around his arm.

Gradually, the ground began to tremble beneath our feet, birds flew in fright, and birds of prey scurried.

Thousands of miles away, a swordsman was sitting in a tavern drinking, when suddenly, the scabbard behind his back trembled, and before he could turn his face, the sword was unsheathed, pierced the roof, and flew eastward.

Thousands of miles away, a child was wielding a wooden sword in the courtyard, and as soon as the sword was slashed, the sword body suddenly trembled, and then quickly took off his hand and flew towards the east.

In a ruined temple that had long been deserted, a white skeleton held a rusty iron sword in its arms, and then the sword body trembled, smashed the roof, and flew towards the east.

……

In an instant, this continent shimmered with countless luster, and countless lusters rose to the sky to form pillars of light, which were spectacular and gorgeous.

A sword with different shapes swept across the tide viewing lake, quietly suspended behind the sword god, covering the sky and the sun, and the cold light flickered.

"Boy, look at it, my sword, ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

He Ying looked at the Sword God calmly, and then his gaze fell on the clouds behind him.

After a long time, he said: "Live for a hundred years, only seek the truth, and be worthy of the word 'Sword God', in this way, I will help you." ”

He Ying slowly raised the bronze ancient sword and pointed at the clouds behind the sword god.

"Sword God, let's go, I'll 'open the gate of heaven' for you!"