Huashan sent the Jade Girl Peak, thinking about the top of the cliff peak, at this time, the peaks of the mountain rocks exploded, the grass and trees were broken, which was caused by the two masters of the battle spirit.

At this time, the wind in the gentle breeze and drizzly world looked at the junior in front of him with a complicated expression.

He already understood that this young man wanted to break through himself and stabilize his realm by competing with him, but he didn't expect this junior to be so bold.

He was slashed by his sword rain many times, which was extremely dangerous, and in the sword competition with him, he still thought about breaking through and understanding the sword, which was simply eating the bear's heart and leopard gall, but he also had to admire this young man's understanding and courage.

And as a modern urban youth, an ordinary member of the crowd, even Xu Zifan himself may not know that he has today's achievements and such profound skills, which may not only be because of the blue stones.

Maybe it's because he has a superior understanding of martial arts, or maybe it's because of something else.

The purple mist is surging, the sea of swords is immeasurable, at this time Xu Zifan is in the center of the sea of swords, ten thousand swords are evolving, he is deducing the way of the sword of himself, ten thousand swords burst out, merge and merge, all kinds of sword light are fused, Xu Zifan has become the source of sword light, and he wants to become the "one" that is detached.

At this moment, he was creating his own sword path, and countless sword lights were flying, and endless purple mist was misty, enveloping him.

"What kind of kendo is this?" Feng Qingyang looked at it solemnly, and his heart was shocked.

The breeze was gentle, the drizzle was misty, and a sad heaven and earth were wrapped, the heavens and the earth were mourning, and all souls were crying.

Feng Qingyang showed his most powerful and unique sword path at this time, which was mysterious and terrifying. Every wisp of soft wind is a kind of sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords to break through the world's martial arts, and every drizzle is a sad sword light, which affects the mood of living beings, making people feel sad, grieving inexplicably, and it is also terrifying, killing people in ignorance.

The sea of swords shrouded in purple mist was wrapped in this sad world, and the sword light was boundless, rising and falling in the purple mist.

At this time, Xu Zifan was in the center of the Purple Mist Sword Sea, wrapped in fog and surrounded by sword light, like a big cocoon, transforming and sublimating.

The breeze blew slowly, the sword light retreated, the drizzle sprinkled over, and the purple mist dissipated.

The Purple Mist Sword Sea was infiltrated, washed, and oppressed, and the enveloping range became smaller and smaller, but within it, the purple mist was thicker, and the sword light was denser and faster.

Compete with Feng Qingyang, this is the most difficult battle since Xu Zifan's debut, the opponents he met when he traveled in the past did not pose an essential threat to him, only Feng Qingyang could break through his Zixia Divine Skill Protective Body, and the sword light slashed on his body, Feng Qingyang deserved to be a sword god, peerless and powerful.

At this time, Xu Zifan became more and more courageous, his eyes became brighter and more dazzling, the purple qi around his body became more and more intense, and the sword light became faster.

At this time, he did not rely on extreme speed to get out of this special world, let the heaven and earth mourn, let the breeze blow, let the drizzle cleanse, he wanted to comprehend his own way under this extreme danger and oppression.

The purple sea of fog became thicker and thicker, as if it was about to turn into substance, and the sword light inside it was oppressed, becoming more dense and fast, like light and electricity.

Gradually, the speed at which this sad world oppressed the Purple Mist Sword Sea became slower and slower, and even in an instant, the breeze dissipated and the drizzle shattered.

"Amazing young man! I can't imagine that there is such a genius in the world! Feng Qingyang looked at the sea of purple mist and sighed deeply.

On the mountainside of the Jade Girl Peak of Huashan, there are many pavilions and pavilions here, there is a large martial arts arena in front, Yue Buqun is playing a sword in the field, Ning Zhong is also patiently teaching several of his female disciples, and Ling Hu Chong and many other disciples are carefully observing and learning.

Suddenly, Yue Buqun stopped with the sword in his hand, looked up at the top of the Jade Maiden Peak, and thought about the direction of the cliff. At this time, it was the time for the wind to show his sword, and the breeze was blowing in the 100 meters of heaven and earth, drizzling, and the heaven and earth were inexplicably sad.

Although it was far away from the mountains and covered with clouds and mist, Yue Buqun still felt that there was an inexplicable power vibrating in the direction of Siguo Cliff, that kind of power was terrifying, he had never seen it before, he had never heard of it.

"That's where Zifan went, what happened?"

Yue Buqun frowned, very puzzled, and worried.

"Is there still a master in the world who can threaten Zifan? Could it be that the one from Heimu Cliff came to Huashan in person? Maybe Zifan is practicing again and has made a breakthrough? It shouldn't be! We just met! ”

"Stop, bring your weapons, and follow me!" Yue Buqun shouted, then took his own sword, and walked in the direction of Siguo Cliff first.

No matter what happens over there, the hope of Huashan's revival, his most optimistic disciple is over there, and he must go.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Ning Zhong was puzzled and asked as he walked.

"Zifan is over there, there may be danger!" Yue Buqun wasn't sure what was going on at this time, so he could only say so vaguely.

After thinking about it, Yue Buqun added: "Senior sister, if there is danger in the future, you take Shan'er and the disciples to retreat first!"

Ning Zhong heard Yue Buqun say this, and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem, his expression was solemn, he looked at Yue Buqun, and said, "I listen to Senior Brother, if there is any danger, after I retreat Shan'er and my disciples to a safe place, I will come back and retreat from the enemy with Senior Brother!"

Yue Buqun knew that Ning Zhong was soft on the outside and rigid on the inside, and at the same time he was decisive in doing things, without procrastination, and the things he decided would not change, but he still couldn't help but say: "Nonsense, Zifan has profound skills, just have me on the side, you just take Shan'er and the disciples away, don't come back, if we can deal with the things, you come redundant, if we can't deal with the things, it's useless if you come!"

Seeing that Ning Zhong was still about to say more, Yue Buqun couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Okay, I'll listen to my arrangement later, maybe it's not a bad thing!"

Ten thousand swords cultivate the Dao, under the oppression of the inexplicable world and earth around them, the purple mist seems to turn into substance, the sword light is like electricity, or whistling vertically and horizontally, or the void and mysterious, or the aura of Haoran is steaming.

Gradually, the Purple Mist Sword Sea began to adapt to the erosion of the surrounding drizzly and cloudy world, absorbing, or assimilating, or resisting, and slowly gained defensive power, this kind of shocking change was very amazing.

"Amazing junior!" At this time, Feng Qingyang only sighed, and was very surprised by Xu Zifan's understanding.

"Boom"

The purple mist sword sea was blazing, Xu Zifan's eyes became brighter and brighter, he felt something, the various swordsmanship he had learned and seen was merging and blending into one.

Especially for how to resist the means of this inexplicable power, he has a deep understanding, and in the same way, he is also creating his own kendo, and the clear sword path has opened a door for him, which has made him grow his horizons and realize that the road of martial arts can still go like this, which is of great significance.

The purple mist that is about to turn into substance, thick and lush, runs and flows according to some inexplicable trajectory, dissipating the blowing of the breeze, resisting and assimilating the inexplicable sadness between heaven and earth.

The unpredictable sword light, which was like light and electricity, was the same, blocking the misty drizzle, and dissipating with the terrible and beautiful raindrops, and there were also some sword lights, breaking the drizzle, penetrating through.

Xu Zifan is enlightened, ten thousand swords cultivate the way, in the evolution of the secret of ten thousand swords, at the same time in absorbing the principle of ten thousand swords, fusing the strangeness of Zixia, smelting into his own sword, becoming his own power.

At this time, his eyes were even more blazing, his body was purple and cloudy, if the purple qi turned into substance, the body was unparalleled, the sword light was supplemented, the sword in his palm was sharp and invincible, devouring everything, like electricity, extremely terrifying.

Zixia sword and light are integrated, peerless sharp, shattered and dissolved to remove all obstacles, unpredictable, unparalleled in the world.

At this time, Xu Zifan's body seemed to turn into a world, a separate heaven and earth, and in this heaven and earth, the purple mist in the sky stretched out, as if it had turned into substance, and it was connected to the sky and the earth.

And in this extremely rich purple mist world, occasionally a bright starlight is crossed, dazzling, moving, fleeting.

"Boom"

This area is boiling, and the two heavens and the earth are at war, and they must divide the superiority and judge the winner or loser.

At this time, the wind is clear and gasps for air, is this junior still human? It's just a demon.

He has practiced swords and learned swords all his life, and he has been the most outstanding talent of the Sword Sect since he was young, and he is well versed in swordsmanship, and then he has an adventure to learn the peerless martial arts Dugu Nine Swords, and he is even more invincible, not to mention that he is invincible in the world.

Later, his relatives and friends killed each other, he himself was conspired and calculated, and his heart was extremely miserable, in this case, he was hidden in the world for decades, in recent years, his state of mind and kendo were sublimated, and he finally realized his kendo.

Looking at the juniors in front of you, this is your own kendo? It's incredible, although he has been looking up at this junior, but in the end he still found that he underestimated him.

"Look over there, look!"

At this moment, someone shouted, and then a group of people rushed over and stopped more than three hundred meters away, it was Yue Buqun, Ning Zhong and the disciples who had arrived.

At this time, everyone saw an old man in a green robe, white hair and white beard in front of him, his body seemed to be fused with heaven and earth, his breath was ethereal, and the breeze was gentle and drizzly within a hundred meters around him, and the hundred meters were full of unpredictable aura, which made people frightened and did not dare to approach.

What's even more special is that the old man was staring at the 100-meter heaven and earth at this time was a purple mist with a radius of about ten meters, as if it was also a heaven and earth, mysterious and unpredictable.

"Dad, is this a monster?" Yue Linshan looked at the vision in front of her at this time, her eyes widened, and her face showed a look of fear.

The unknown is always frightening, and at this time, all the disciples except for Ling Hu Chong were silent, obviously shocked, and they were all scared to the extreme.

And Ling Hu Chong, among many disciples, is far ahead of the martial arts knowledge, and now his internal cultivation has reached the realm of second-rate masters, and his swordsmanship is also unique, surpassing many people of the same generation.

At this time, although Ling Hu Chong couldn't understand the situation ahead, he could still faintly feel that it was not a ghost, but two super masters duel.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong didn't bother to pay attention to the fear and incomprehension of the disciples, and the two of them were staring closely at the blue-robed, white-haired and white-bearded old man in front of them at this time, with a complicated and shocked expression.