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"Khooth!" With a bang, the dragon slaying sword body was magnificent, and countless fragments of sword qi and stars seemed to appear in the entire world, like wind and rain in all directions. The mighty and incomparable sword momentum boiled instantly, turning into layers of sword nets, directly enclosing the two magic weapons in it. No matter how the poison god and the three wonderful fairies urged, Wan Poison Ding and Qian Meilian were like flies trapped in a spider's web, and they could never escape.

"Old ghost, if you only have this little bit of Taoism, you might as well quickly tie your hands down!" Suppressing the attack of the two poison gods, Long Xuan smiled coldly and said coldly. At the same time, a white sword light rose from his right palm, slowly condensing, and was held in his hand - it was the Qingping Sword!

With a sword in his hand, the sword momentum that had originally climbed to the top soared again, Long Xuan was full of spirit, roared, and the Qingping sword in his hand let out a sword groan, and Bai Sensen's sword light carried an inexplicable frenzy. The divine sword has a spirit, and it seems that he is also longing for the outpouring of blood, and he swings out his sword, and the incomparable sword qi rushes towards the two poison gods like a stormy wave.

"Presumptuous!" The poisonous god's expression was cold, and two clouds of colorful smoke suddenly shot out of his sleeves, which were uncertain, magnificent, and abnormal, and a strange fragrance made people smell it and produce a light feeling: "Ignorant child, arrogant, then let's try the old man's 'Five Poisonous Smoke Luo' first!" As he spoke, the two clouds of colorful smoke were like poisonous snakes with their fangs exposed, circling and swirling, facing the terrifying sword qi that broke through the sky, and a crackling sound suddenly sounded in the void.

"Humph! The old ghost has some doorways! Long Xuan's pupils shrank, and he looked deeply at the two clouds of colorful smoke, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a bit of jealousy, just now at that moment he clearly felt the passage of the sword qi in the void, no, not the passage, but corroded, these two clouds of poisonous smoke can even corrode his indestructible sword qi!

Just when he was stunned, the alarm in his heart suddenly rose, only to see countless cold lights emerge out of thin air, changing, like a ghost wandering in the middle of the night, harvesting life, crossing the strange arc of the Dao Dao and directly taking Long Xuan's vital points, it was the Sanmiao Fairy who saw the opportunity and made a sneak attack!

Long Xuan snorted coldly, his face was quiet and waveless, the dragon sword in his right hand was raised high, and the whole person instantly turned from extremely quiet to extremely moving, Shengxue's white clothes fluttered with the sword wind, and in the blink of an eye, nine swords were slashed, and the nine crescent-shaped blazing white swords greeted the cold light like mercury leaking to the ground, making a series of "clanging" sounds. Sanmiao Fairy's complexion changed, and he pinched the orchid finger in his hand, and with a move in the air, the countless cold lights merged into a dagger, which was the "Acacia" dagger of the poison god!

Although Long Xuan's quick reaction did not allow the Sanmiao Fairy to succeed in the sneak attack, but because of the rippling heart, he let the Ten Thousand Poison Ding and Qian Meilian in the sword circle take advantage of the gap to get out of trouble. Because there was no opponent in the sky, the blue sword was like a long whale absorbing water, converged on the dragon slaying sword, and flew back to Long Xuan's hands.

With the two swords in hand, Long Xuan's entire sword momentum became more powerful, as if an ancient sword god was reborn!

Clothes are like snow, people are like jade!

The moon is like water, and the sword is like a rainbow!

At this moment, he seemed to be completely integrated with the eternal wilderness desert under his feet, with the void of heaven and earth, and with the moonlight night wind, and the endless ancient breath was flourishing for a while. The light on the Qingping Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sword was full of light, like a dream, gorgeous and impermanent, and the wind and sand flying on the desert seemed to turn into thousands of sharp swords under the urging of the sword intent around him, slowly rotating around him.

The poison god and the three wonderful fairies both had a chill in their hearts, their faces were awe-inspiring, and they glanced at each other, and they both saw the jealousy in each other's eyes. They have been crisscrossing the land of Shenzhou for hundreds of years, and they are naturally no strangers to the changes in qi - although Long Xuan did not make a move on them at the moment, his sword momentum was unfathomable, rising again and again, as if he was accumulating something, and when his sword momentum climbed to the peak, the sword he swung out would be earth-shattering!

"You have to interrupt this son's momentum!" A trace of enlightenment rose in the hearts of the poison god and the three wonderful fairies at the same time, and as soon as their hearts moved, the Ten Thousand Poison Ding and the Thousand Mei Lotus were both treasures and glory, and they were about to smash towards Long Xuan when they roared in the air.

Who knew that before they could make a move, Long Xuan had already moved, and in an instant his hands opened like bird wings, and he took seven steps in a row, conjuring up seven afterimages, although the order of the two swords was first and second, but it gave people an incomparably three-dimensional and intuitive feeling, and the black and white sword light was continuous, as if two Heavenly Sword Dragons were going against the sky and wanted to roar the sky.

——The two fairy swords in his hand were held high to the top, and the tips of the swords were straight, piercing the blue and the earth. He stood upright, breathed deeply, and opened his eyes, the silver-white light in his eyes seemed to be bleak moonlight, like a desolate ghost fire, engraved with the majesty of the gods, the depth of purgatory!

A swordsman is only truly alive when he swings his sword!

At this moment, his state of mind has completely sunk into the battle mood of the "Heart Sword", he looks indifferent, has no emotion, strips away feelings, does not like things, does not feel sad about himself, like a sculpture that has stood there since ancient times!

"Heaven, sword, style!" As Long Xuanshen shouted, the sword qi in the sky suddenly rolled up, and the air turned into two sword qi whirlpools, one black and one white, mighty and mighty, and the sword qi was soaring. His figure is also rising like the rising sun, the thunderclouds are surging, the electric snakes are vertical and horizontal, and the overwhelming momentum makes people feel chilled.

When the Poison God and Sanmiao were stunned, the black and white sword qi vortex in the sky rotated with Long Xuan as the center, like the yin and yang poles of a Taiji diagram, and the black and white two-color strange light instantly merged into one, turning into a silver heavenly sword that penetrated the sky and the earth!

Noble and majestic, majestic and solemn, restricting all things, and acting on behalf of heaven!

"Kill!" Standing in the clouds, Long Xuan's face was like frost, his expression was solemn, his two swords crossed across his chest, and he spit out a word coldly in his mouth. The silver giant sword was like a soldier who had received an order, roaring, and slashing down with boundless killing intent and endless madness, before it could be implemented, there was already a loud gurgling sound on the wild sand, and the ground within a hundred feet of the two poisonous gods was all cracked, and the black cracks were like the hideous and terrifying faces of evil ghosts, coldly laughing at the world!

The sky is in the night, the world is miserable!

In that strong sword light, the old face of the poison god turned slightly pale, with a long roar, his whole body clothes bulged, and the ten thousand poison tripods were suspended above his head, emitting countless looming black smoke, condensing a crystal and magnificent canopy in front of him: "Fairy, don't spare any more hands, help the old man!" ”

Between the words, he bit even harder, bit his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, spraying on the canopy, and the blood light on the canopy suddenly flourished, burning fiercely, like the flame of the burning world!

The Sanmiao Fairy is also a person who knows what is good, although he was shocked by the endless strange methods of the kid in the sky, but he also knew that now was not the time to delve into these details, so he barely suppressed the injuries in his body, and learned the appearance of the poison god, and also spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, splashing on the blood light canopy.

Poured with the essence blood of two peerless powerhouses, this brilliant canopy suddenly burst out with unparalleled brilliance, going against the sky, colliding with the silver heavenly sword in the air - with a loud bang, the brilliance was dazzling, and no one could open their eyes!

"The pearl of rice grains also shines?" Above the air, Long Xuan's body was surrounded by sword qi, his double swords hung slightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Heavenly Sword Style" is the first of the five swords of Taixuan, powerful to shake the sky, cultivated to the point of him, in addition to being able to stimulate sword qi, sword momentum, and sword light to hurt the enemy, it can also stimulate the sword power of the Heavenly Sword - formless and unstoppable, but it can directly hurt people's hearts.

"Drink!" The poison god let out a hysterical scream, his legs were pressed into the earth by the vast sword momentum that galloped through the heavens and the earth, and his face showed a look of pain, he only felt that the Venus in front of him was rising, as if a giant hammer was striking hard in his mind, every time he knocked, the true yuan power in his body would burst out once, and the intense dizziness made him even feel a little difficult to control the "Five Poisons Covering the Sky Canopy"!

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the poison god and the three wonderful fairies were already gray and crumbling. Especially the Sanmiao Fairy, the exercises of her Hehuan faction focus on exercising the spirit, ** is relatively weak, and she has already suffered a heavy blow in the cross-border attack of the Shura Demon Lord, and now she is strongly pressed by the injury and the dragon Xuan fighting method, and at this moment, the injury is even more injured, but the body is weak, and slowly sits on the ground.

Long Xuan slowly fell from the sky, the corners of his mouth raised a mocking smile, the dragon slaying sword was raised slightly, and the cold sword blade was facing the two poison gods: "You guys, have you thought about your own death?" ”

The poison god did not answer his words, his eyes were full of resentment, and he looked at him coldly. At this moment, his condition is simply miserable, but he is really good at Taoism, and even in such a predicament, he still breathes a sigh of relief, flies away, and disappears into the darkness, but he no longer cares about the desperate Sanmiao Fairy around him.

"If you want to go, you have to see if Long agrees!" Although he was not prepared to really kill the poison god today, it was still necessary to collect some interest first, Long Xuan did not look at the Sanmiao Fairy who had lost his combat effectiveness, looked at the back of the distant poison god fleeing, raised his eyebrows, and the dragon sword was restored and prosperous, and he wanted to slash it with a sword.

At this moment, his body was stunned, his eyes showed a blank color, the silver-white brilliance receded like a tide, and in the sea of knowledge, the golden pages of the "Taixuan Sword Sutra" turned quickly, and the image of the enchanting woman in purple became clearer and clearer, and a trace of thick as an abyss, and a vast breath like thick earth spread out.

"Taixuan Sword Sutra" is still turning rapidly, and before a page is turned, the thin sword in the woman's hand can be unsheathed. I don't know how long it has been, the speed of the page turning gradually slow, and finally it is completely still, three golden and bright large-character books are on the frontispiece, the pen is clumsy, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the dragon and snake go straight away, and there is a head-on out, roaring in the sky——

Earth, sword, style!

At this moment, Long Xuan could no longer resist the groggy sleepiness in his mind, his eyes closed, and he gradually fell to the ground.

"Nephew Long!"

"Senior brother!" After a series of exclamations, Pu Zhi and Kongru's complexions changed greatly, and they left the ghost king and went straight to Long Xuan, who fainted to the ground; Lu Xueqi's autumn-like Tianya sword slashed through a mysterious trajectory in the air, killing the last few Demon Sect disciples, his face was full of worry, and he also flew towards Long Xuan.

The ghost king's face was complicated, his footsteps moved, but in the end he didn't pass, sighed lightly, wrapped the Sanmiao Fairy who was also seriously injured and dying with true yuan, and turned into a shocking blood rainbow and disappeared into the sky: "In today's battle, my Holy Sect is willing to bow down, and if we meet again in the future, we will have a good reward!" In the distance, an ancient and desolate voice came, faintly containing a hint of arrogance.

The voice is getting lower, and the person is already far away!

ps: Heroes, if you can, can you collect "Sword Immortal", just below the "click to read" on the page of the book, every click you have, every red ticket, is a support for the ukiyo! Little brother here, thank you all the heroes!