Shen Yu's figure took a step forward.

The white points of light at the point where the tips of the two swords collided suddenly shone brightly, almost suppressing the light of the great sun on the top of Fuyao Mountain.

The young man in the green shirt had a hint of understanding in his eyes, the sword god's body had been fused with heaven and earth for three thousand years, but for some reason it did not coincide with the Dao, causing the old man's longevity to gradually decline.

The decay of the essence of life represents the decline of the cultivation realm.

Even the old man in front of him, who was as indifferent to mortal dust as a god, was just a sword path eightfold, and it was just a flying ascension realm among the upper three realms when divided by the Dao Gate realm.

The Daomen has a long heritage, and the realm has changed over the years, in Shen Yu's time, the Daomen once had the saying of the twelfth floor, but I don't know why it is only said that there are nine realms now.

In that magnificent era, the strength of the old man has never fallen into the top five, even in the face of the strongest person in the Spirit Wilderness, Taixuan Zhenren, Luo Hou who is known as the ancestor of all demons in the north.

The old man was not inferior to the two.

Shen Yu vaguely remembered that when the two of them competed in swords, the old man's realm had already stepped into the extreme realm of the sword path, and the realm of cultivation was far beyond the fairy realm.

Unexpectedly, the body was melted into Fuyao Mountain, but it allowed heaven and earth to absorb too much spiritual power and origin qi.

As Shen Yu's previous life Taixuan Zhenren said, he is in the sky.

That's a dead end.

A moment passed, Shen Yu's thoughts turned, and his eyes once again fell on the nameless old man.

"Even if the sword path cultivation is weak, why has the sword intent become so weak, what has happened over the years?"

Shen Yu frowned slightly, held down the fairy sword, and did not strike again.

The old man's dark eyes flashed with a hint of clarity, and he said calmly, "For countless years, the aura of Fuyao Mountain has not been inferior to the dozens of Cave Heaven Blessed Lands in Dongzu Prefecture, and the reason is that I have continuously depleted my origin qi to make up for the spiritual power in the mountain."

Shen Yu was puzzled and asked, "Why?"

The old man was not speaking.

What answered Shen Yu was the sword roar that shook the remnant sword in the sky and spread throughout the nine heavens.

The sword is like a god.

The aura within a radius of a hundred miles of Fuyao Mountain began to surge wildly with the sound of the sword, and the ground on the top of the mountain, which was already full of cracks, began to sink, and each crack finally turned into an abyss a hundred feet deep.

The rift abyss pointed along the tip of the remnant sword, like a god-man giant sword, and then stabbed into the earth as majestic as the shore.

Shen Yu looked at the scene in front of him, and his calm face was a little more solemn.

It turned out that the nameless old man had scattered his own origin qi in the world of Fuyao Mountain for three thousand years, and then imprisoned all the spiritual qi with the Fuyao Sword Array.

In this way, his realm cultivation will not be weakened by the erosion of time.

The bland sword from before was just a means for the old man to regain his original qi.

Three thousand years ago, the nameless old man who competed with Taixuan Zhenren for nine days.

At this moment, he finally revealed the cultivation that surpassed his own heaven and earth, in the Fuyao Mountain.

He is God.

Anyone in his world is like a baby entering a group of thick men.

The aura changes brought about by the remnant sword shook the sword array on the top of the imprisoned mountain.

The Great Array, which had existed for three thousand years, turned into nothingness in an instant, and with the disappearance of the sword array, the Kunlun Yaochi disciples such as Lu Caiwei and the Water Moon Fairy, who had originally fallen into a strange stagnation, moved.

But after a breath, the old man pointed at random, and they fell into a certain period of time and space and stagnated.

The chaotic sword qi like a storm is intertwined like a curtain, like ten thousand swords gathering.

The old man raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Shen Yu like a mortal ant, and said indifferently, "Whether you are the former Taixuan or the current Shen Yu, you will die."

Shen Yu, who was in the midst of the turbulent waves of spiritual energy, casually held the long sword that was like a mortal weapon, and said calmly: "Speaking of which, your Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect fused with the origin of heaven and earth in Fuyao Mountain, but it is also a bit like the Shinto cultivator who used the godhead of heaven and earth as the source in ancient times, if I can't stop your sword now."

The young man in the green shirt had his left hand behind him, and he did not have a trace of fear in the face of the coercion like the lord of heaven and earth.

The deep and indifferent eyes bloomed with sky-high battle intent at this moment.

Shen Yu gently wiped the body of the long sword, and the water-like flying sword underwent strange changes with his slender fingers.

This flying sword that was taken from the Fuyao Sword Sect was as if it was being scorched by fire at this moment, and the silver-white sword body began to drop a little bit of sword light.

Wait until Shen Yu holds the sword.

This ordinary flying sword reveals its true face.

The academy, one of the nine holy places of the Linghuang, has been in charge of Zhongzhou for tens of thousands of years, from the Confucian saints to the 72 sages and gentlemen of the Confucian sect to preach with literature, establish religion and establish morality, to this era, Confucianism has become the belief of countless countries in the spiritual wilderness, and countless scholars and students have used what they have learned to educate the common people.

The history books of Confucianism over the past countless years have only compiled into an ancient book with only a few dozens of pages, and the spiritual famine has spanned tens of thousands of years from ancient times to the present, and countless Confucian people have emerged, amazed the era in which they lived, but these people, and the things they left behind, have not been recorded in that book.

In this ancient book that records the history of Confucianism, there is a special page that records a fairy artifact of Confucianism.

Haoran Sword.

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"It's actually this sword, that guy really comes from an extraordinary background." The old and emotionless voice interrupted Shen Yu's thoughts.

In this moment of thinking, the old man did not make a move.

Because he really wanted to see this young man who claimed to be the reincarnation of Taixuan Zhenren, what was the way to break this sword that had been waiting for three thousand years.

Taixuan, or Shen Yu, really didn't disappoint.

Even now, he is just a weak person who has never even touched the three realms.

The corners of the young man in the green shirt in front of the old man curled slightly, and then a calm voice sounded, "You have the sword of heaven and earth, and I have the sword of the world, half a catty and eight taels."

Shen Yu, who was standing with a sword, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said impatiently, "Take out the sword."

The old man nodded and said, "Okay."

The words just fell.

The remnant sword that had already condensed the shadow of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword fell instantly.

Thundered!

The air resounded with sword qi, dao qi, and the sound of two immortal swords colliding that was rare in the world.

The originally invisible collision sound actually revealed a ripple visible to the naked eye at this moment.

Like a giant mountain falling into the surface of a lake, a huge bottomless black hole was formed in the very center, and then an invisible ball of light suddenly jumped up and exploded when it reached the ground.

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In the northern land of Dongzu Prefecture, towering into the clouds, the mountain peaks surrounded by countless fairy clouds and cranes appeared three rainbow lights in an instant.

The first rainbow light came to the top of Kunlun Mountain, and it was the Kunlun master of this generation.

Then another figure followed, and no one could hear it.

"Brother, who's there?"

The fairy wind Dao bones, the Kunlun Palm Sect with the Dao clothes swaying in the wind gently flicked his long beard, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by an old voice.

"The Sword of Heaven and Earth and the Sword of the World, Senior Brother, with your cultivation, can you urge such a majestic power."

As the voice fell, Liu Shouyi appeared in front of the two.

The three highest-ranking Daoists of the Kunlun Holy Land gathered on the top of the mountain, and the power of the two swords, which were tens of thousands of miles away, even shocked them.

When Kunlun Sect Leader heard this, his eyebrows raised slightly, and then he sighed and said, "In that realm, only Senior Brother Daoyan and that martial artist in Qingdi City have stepped on half a foot in that realm, and I am still far behind."

The two people behind Lao Dao were naturally able to understand the reasoning, and Liu Shouyi showed a look of surprise even more, and asked puzzledly: "Senior Brother Dao Yan has been in retreat for thirty-three days, and that martial artist is nowhere to be found, who else can reach that realm in the current spiritual wilderness?"

"That place is already imprisoned, and even my divine sense can't penetrate it, Senior Brother Liu, or not

Why don't you go?"

Kunlun Zhangjiao's expression was unfathomable, and he smiled at the junior brother on the side.

Liu Shouyi nodded slightly and said, "I heard that my precious apprentice followed Senior Nephew Dong there a few days ago to investigate an unpopular sword sect, I have to go and take a look."

After that, the old Dao's figure gradually disappeared in place, and the next moment it appeared a hundred miles away.

The old Taoist priest has been such a closed disciple all his life, so he is naturally reluctant to have any accidents.

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Not far from the Yaochi Wonderland.

A noble woman in palace clothes stood by the Yao Pond and sprinkled fish food in her hands at will.

Suddenly, the woman looked up at the sky, a look of disbelief on her face.

"On the twelfth floor of the Daomen, the fairy realm is not an immortal, and there are still people who have stepped into that realm."

The woman who is very much the Holy Lord of Yaochi has cultivated to the heavens, but she has not set foot in the spiritual wilderness for decades, and at this time she is also curious about the vision of heaven and earth that comes from tens of thousands of miles away.

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At this moment, the place where the two holy places guessed the truth was on the top of the mountain.

Shen Yu used the sword of the world left behind by the outcast of the academy to block the sword of heaven and earth of the nameless old man.

The vision of the collision of the two swords almost cut off the entire top of Fuyao Mountain, and countless mountain top wreckage mixed with rubble and snow rolled down the cliff.

And in the wind and snow shocks in the sky, Shen Yu's figure continued to retreat with the huge wave of qi, and the Haoran sword left by Li Qinglian was horizontal in front of his chest, barely resisting the majestic sword qi that rushed in front of him.

As far as Shen Yu could see, Lu Caiwei and Yaochi Kunlun, who were stuck in the sword sect halfway up the mountain, were unaware of the oncoming sword qi.

Without thinking too much, Shen Yu pushed the long sword in his hand towards the mountainside, and the human sword without any light arrived at the mountainside in the blink of an eye, and then the tip of the sword emitted a faint yellow light, like the lights of ten thousand homes, protecting everyone.

And Shen Yu, who had lost the protection of the fairy sword, remained unchanged, his right hand moved slightly, and the Jingqing sword then appeared in his hand.

Shen Yu glanced at the fairy sword in his hand and sighed, "I promised you before, if I can't beat you, I will run, but with my temper, I always want to give it a try, you won't blame me."

Jing Qingjian, whose red light flowed, seemed to have a little emotion, and shook the sword body slightly.

Shen Yu smiled helplessly, "Just a sword."

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