Thousands of miles away, Tianjian Mountain.

On the mountain peak, which was as cold as a knife, the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect gathered together, standing at the top of the mountain peak, looking at the black thunderclouds in the distance.

Although the people present were only elders of the Sword Sect, each of them was a great power of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the past dynasties, and they were all sword powerhouses above the Yuan Infant Stage.

Each of them is extraordinary, carrying the Heavenly Sword and having the power of transforming into a god.

In fact, Shenzhou does not lack the combat power of the gods, what is lacking is the top gods, in the words of the primeval period, orthodox initiators and enlightened people.

The elders of the Sword Sect did have god-level combat power in their previous lives, but they were rarely genuine initiators, and more often relied on external forces or sword intent.

It doesn't matter if he was an initiator in his previous life, the power of the god level is already rare. But if it is the first time to open today, those who are not initiates will not even be able to rank their names.

The tribulation of the Lord of the Shadows, they must be observed in their feelings, and they may not be able to gain insights from it and enter the Tao and become gods.

And at this moment, everyone looked at each other.

A familiar and unfamiliar sword intent spread from the Heavenly Tribulation.

The fiercest, strongest, and most killing sword intent.

The almost crazy way of the sword, this is simply not the way of the sword, but the way of killing alive.

Even they were terrified.

"Elder He, is this you?"

One stared at a smiling young man, and so did the rest.

Like, too much like that.

Or rather, it's very similar to the last generation of Sword Sect people.

He Kun shook his head and said, "How could it be me, I am so kind, where is there such a strong murderous aura." ”

I believe you to say which cave you crawled out of.

Everyone complained in their hearts.

Sword cultivation is naturally a little more competitive, and they have already had many contacts between them, so they know very well that behind He Kun's smiling face, such a murderous aura that Demon Cultivation can not stop.

It is normal for sword practitioners to be a little more murderous, but He Kun and those disciples of the last generation of Sword Sect are more like killing gods than the other.

It's as if they haven't stopped to cultivate themselves.

"The Last Sword Sect" doesn't seem to have it.

"Let the junior sister take a look."

He Kun already had a little guess in his heart, but he was still a little uncertain.

After all, the method of the sword has existed since ancient times, but because of the times, they have pushed this sword technique to the peak.

And with their cultivation, they can't see through the heavenly tribulation.

Everyone moved their eyes to the front again, and a shadow like drifting snow sat under the green pine.

In the face of such a vast catastrophe, except for a glance at the beginning, he never looked at it again.

Whether it is this concentration or this indifference, they are amazed.

After all, who doesn't yearn for the end of the road?

Dong Yunshu may have known his peak, so he never cared how others went.

"Senior sister."

He Kun shouted, but Dongyun Shu did not respond, still meditating with his eyes closed.

"Can you take a look at it?"

"I can't."

A cold voice rose in He Kun's heart, although his attitude was extremely bad, but being able to respond was already a great intimacy.

The others didn't answer.

He Kun was curious if his junior sister was like this when she was with Li Changsheng?

If it were those two, they would be really pits and stinky stones, stinky and hard.

He said, "Maybe it's ...... with Li."

"It's Brother Li."

Li Zi just spit out He Kun and got a response, which was much more positive than just now, which made him very uncomfortable.

It's really the water spilled by the married junior sister!

Dongyun Shu's cold starry eyes looked into the distance, and there was a little more emotion on his face, which aroused the curiosity of others.

"Sect Master, who is that sword intent?"

"It's Brother Li."

Dongyun Shu replied with a serious face, and then changed his indifference just now, and looked at the Heavenly Tribulation with great interest.

Brother Li rarely uses a sword, as if other magical spells other than Lei Fa are all interest and learning for him.

Even Dongyun Shu hadn't really seen Li Yi kill with a sword.

She was curious about Li Yi's sword? After a while, you can discuss the sword.

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In the middle of the heavenly pool.

The moment Yuan closed his eyes, he wanted to stop looking at that ordinary face when he opened his eyes.

Open.

The man in white had a cold face, and there was no peace in his eyes that he had seen, only endless killing intent.

coincides with Li Yi's appearance in his memory, obviously the appearance of the two has nothing to do with each other, and the only thing that is the same is probably the relatively ordinary and upright facial features. But this kind of same casually grabs a handful on the street, which belongs to the face of the public.

In terms of temperament, there is a world of difference.

Li Changsheng is as plain and mighty as the spring breeze, and everything that passes by the spring breeze recovers. The man in white in front of him was like a sword, a peerless sword with a sharp edge.

Kendo power, and it's a very top kendo power.

But this kind of temperament and Li Changsheng are two extremes.

It shouldn't be him......

Right?

Yuan comforted himself inwardly and slowly closed his eyes.

Zheng!

The sky and the earth are a little cold, and the monstrous murderous aura is like a big day.

Thousands of sword rays fell, and countless layers of earth and rock were split in two like butter encountering hot knives, as if they were about to cut off the entire mountain range.

The cultivation method has developed at least tens of millions, and the biggest difference compared to technology is not the destructive power, but the control of energy.

At present, many aspects of human scientific and technological weapons are still at the level of powerful flying bricks, and the method of cultivation has developed to the point of a wooden pole warping a planet.

There is no waste of sword light, the width of the place where it falls is not more than one centimeter, and the total area of this ten thousand zhang sword light is only 100 square meters.

Yuan didn't dare to be as careless as before, and the law in his hand was constantly changing, only to see him step on a certain step, and the Lechuan River flowed under his feet.

A dim yellow cloth band appeared in the clear Tianchi, running through the entire Tianchi, in which thousands of obsessions were mixed, as if there were countless hands sticking out of the water.

Under the rubbing of the Yellow Spring, the obsession in the Lechuan River converged into a pair of giant hands, rising from the ground and rising thousands of feet.

Countless Huangquan hands held up the sword light, both of which were intangible things, and they could be transformed into tangible when they collided together.

The Hand of Huangquan is not a traditional magic spell, it does not rely on mana, but is formed by the convergence of turbid qi from heaven and earth, and the means of attack are more like pollution and erosion.

The sword light began to distort and deform, and finally cracked inch by inch.

It only took less than one thousandth of his mana to offset the Heavenly Tribulation equivalent to one-tenth of his own mana.

Raising his hand, he waved the hand of thousands of yellow springs and reached out, and in an instant, he blocked the eight directions of the white-clothed phantom airspace.

Zheng!

The white-clothed phantom swung a sword again, the sword light was cold and murderous!

The Yellow Spring collided with the sword intent, and the surrounding void distorted, and the violent wind set off by the turbulent current overwhelmed one mountain forest after another.

The blue and yellow colors of heaven and earth were divided into two, and the sword light continued to press down, and the yellow spring was like a bottomless quagmire, engulfing tens of thousands of sword lights.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought thousands of times, and hundreds of afterimages appeared in a single breath.

It seems that it is not two people fighting, but two sects fighting.

The sword of the white-clothed phantom is extremely sharp and strong, a sword of killing the way through and through. At the same time, because it is a catastrophe, he doesn't care about his own consumption at all, and every shot is full strength.

Abyss was pressed and beaten from beginning to end.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Yuan has the upper hand, and most of the tribulations throughout the ages have been passively endured. Compared with the catastrophe, the vast majority of the calamity responders tend to consume.

For example, in a fight, it is not that the stronger you are, the easier it is to win, but who lasts longer.

The contest between any powerful being is always a matter of who falls first. This is true of wars between nations, and the same is true of the fighting methods between the great powers of the monks.

The white-clothed phantom swung out with all his strength again.

The blazing sword light fell through the sky.

Zheng !!

"Big but not real."

The light of the eyes falls, and the true meaning of reincarnation appears behind it, forming a complex and mysterious roulette.

The roulette wheel of life and death rotates, laying the six realms of the next life.

Airplanes!

Pointing to the sky, the heavens and the earth are silent.

The sword light dissipated, a wisp of wind blew, and the chest of the man in white had been pierced at some point, from which the seventh heavenly tribulation could be seen.

Thus the sixth heavenly tribulation was dissolved.

"It should be some kind of inner demon."

Abyss Dark Road.

The Heart Demon Tribulation is a common calamity in the Heavenly Tribulation, and it is extremely lethal for some people whose Dao heart is not firm enough.

It has an impact on Yuan, but it is limited to making him nervous.

The demon is the demon, the essence has not changed, the advantage is mine!

At this thought, Yuan's brows stretched again, and the next second, his brows furrowed again.

The man in white did not disappear, and the dissipating figure also stopped.

Suddenly, he looked up at the seventh heavenly tribulation, and there seemed to be something brewing in his eyes.

Holding the sword high in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.

There was a movement in the seventh heavenly tribulation, and thunder flashed in the dark clouds, and a vague figure gradually appeared.

The facial features are blurred, a long beard is faintly visible, a gray-white Taoist robe, and the dust is taken off in his hands.

Yuan suddenly had a bad premonition, and in the next second, he didn't hesitate to attack with all his might, and hundreds of Huangquan hands grabbed it with overwhelming momentum.

Everywhere he passed, evil thoughts were rife.

Airplanes!

With a wave of dust in the hand of the Taoist phantom, the hand of Huang Quan was imprisoned in mid-air. Then he flicked it again, and the seventh from the Heavenly Tribulation burrowed into the remaining white-clothed phantom.

And He was gone, as if it had never existed.

The white-clothed phantom's figure trembled slightly, and his originally slightly illusory body became more and more real, and his eyes filled with murderous aura became more calm.

A little agility, and a ray of thunder.

Zila!

A subtle flash of thunder flashed, and a thunderbolt as thin as a hair wrapped around the ancient sword. Compared to the heavenly thunder as thick as a bucket, this thunder light is too small.

Ke Yuan only felt a chill rushing to his head.

Zheng!

The sword light unfolded the dark clouds, and a white-clothed sword fairy stood in the air with a sword, sweeping the world with majestic light, and the sword pointed at the world.

"Mortals are powerless, incompetent to enter the Dao, I am the master of the Heavenly Sword, and I ask if there are opponents in the world?"

He didn't target Yuan, even if he was a calamity, and the other party was the one who responded to the calamity.

Proud to the extreme, and like a real person.

The powerhouses who cast their eyes in the Bafang airspace were stunned when they saw the white-clothed sword immortal, that face was too familiar to them.

Yuan slowly spat out a modern word in his mouth.

"Grass."

Due to their time and their own sake, not all reincarnated beings speak in a literal manner. In the primeval years, many of the beings communicated more vernacular than vernacular, and they used their consciousness more directly to convey their consciousness.

Therefore, for the etiquette of the human race, they are more out of a kind of learning.

Because of someone, Yuan has the interest and reason to take the initiative to understand human beings, one of the birds and beasts. Naturally, I inevitably came into contact with the complicated Internet, and I also learned a lot of vocabulary.

If he wants to be able to integrate perfectly into human society and learn all the common sense he needs in a few seconds, he can study for a degree in one day.

For Yuan, there is only one plant that can describe his mood at the moment.

If this ray of thunder did not appear, Yuan would have ten thousand reasons to comfort himself. Maybe this figure is actually a kind of inner demonic calamity, reflecting the person he least wants to see.

That is, Li Changsheng.

At least so far, Li Changsheng was the most powerful existence Yuan had ever seen. The other party's kind appearance and his own fighting power are two extremes, although he has not been beaten, but he has seen many people beaten by Li Changsheng.

Is it going to be "fulfilled" today?

Call.

The lightsaber fell slowly, slowly.

There is no sharpness just now, it is like the Tai Chi sword played by the uncle and aunt in the square.

Yuan only felt an unparalleled sense of crisis surging into his heart, worthy of being a top Dao attainer, almost instinctively using all his strength, and very coincidentally blocked the fluttering sword qi.

The roulette wheel of life and death reappeared, blessed by the power of the ancient city of Huangquan.

While!

The two collided together, like a sound, and like a thousand voices together.

Yuan's arm was numb, a strand of hair was cut off, and the mana surging in his body like a torrent actually stopped a little at this moment.

Heavy! This sword is like a mountain.

Cold! This sword puts people in the cold winter of the moon.

Finally, there is the absolute, the absolute, the absolute, the absolute, the absolute, the absolute, the absolute, the absolute, the absolute, the absolute, the ab

If the white-clothed phantom was just a simple murderous spirit before, it was more like a butcher than a swordsman, unscrupulously venting his fierceness and no skills. At that moment, he was a swordsman, a sword of killing.

This sword is unstoppable!

With this in mind, Yuan had already considered changing his strategy and retracting into the dojo.

But the white-clothed sword immortal already has a little spirituality, as if he is the Taoist who was killed in the troubled times.

Li Changsheng doesn't like fighting methods, but he is naturally invincible when he kills too many people.

I only heard a sonic boom in the void, and in a trance in front of me, a pair of cold and piercing eyes suddenly appeared.

The ancient iron sword was raised high, and the thunder flashed above.

A sword falls, murderous and thunder are intertwined, fast to the extreme, fierce to the extreme, unavoidable!

Yuan took half a step back at the moment of a thousand moments, and in an instant, hundreds of body protection dao methods were formed, and the power of Huangquan enveloped his body like ink.

A sword slashed at the Body Protection Dao Method, and suddenly sent out a crisp impact. Before the aftermath disappeared, thousands of crashing sounds appeared like thunder and lightning, and like iron trees and pear blossoms.

This is not an illusion, but thousands of slashes falling at the same time, each time in one place with precision.

This made Yuan feel pressured.

Li Changsheng's sword was not simply heavy, but heavy and dexterous, as if a hammer of hundreds of catties had swung out a short sword.

This is a symbol of the pinnacle of kendo, lifting as light as heavy, lifting as light as light, infinite changes.

All kinds of swordsmanship dissolve in instinct, and there are thousands of sword moves contained in just a slight swing, but if you want to see the moves, they will become unpretentious slashes.

The most lethal thing is that Li Changsheng's sword moves fused with his own thunder method, further strengthening the meaning of fast and heavy.

It doesn't seem to be a sword swing, but a thunder method.

Bang!

Two breaths, the body protection method collapsed.

Yuan let out a muffled voice, and the white-clothed sword immortal stepped out of his body and pointed straight at the door after the body protection dao method disappeared.

Seeing that it was useless to resist, a fierce light burst out in Yuan's eyes.

When it is broken, it is broken!

The sharp sword pierced into Yuan's chest, and then it pierced directly through his body as if unhindered, and the tip of the cold sword exposed his back.

And Yuan also grabbed the other party's face, and the meaning of reincarnation in his palm rose, and a dazzling white light flew out.

Boom!

The body of the white-clothed sword immortal instantly shattered most of it, and at the same time, it flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, crashing into the halfway up the mountain in front of him, violently impacting a large avalanche.

Yuan did not choose to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but hurriedly carried out pranayama. That blow just now was a huge cost for him, not to mention that it was still used in the case of injury.

And he still has two heavenly tribulations that he has not survived.

"Be careful."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into my ears.

A sense of crisis struck, and with an almost predictable intuition, Yuan turned sideways, and he saw an ancient sword pass through his face.

I almost cut off his nose.

The white-clothed sword immortal stepped out of the air, half of his body was crippled, but the fierce light in his eyes was not as good as the slightest, and he was even better in the vague way.

Is this a wisp of illusion?! How fierce he was back then!

Yuan has already scolded his father and mother in his heart.

He can also fight again, after all, this is only 3,000-year-old Li Changsheng. But the Heavenly Tribulation is not only this illusory shadow, the consumption here is too large, and don't think about it later.

(End of chapter)