In this national live broadcast, Pei Yuanqing did not arrive: because of the reincarnation of many other countries, he needs to sit in the shadows to prevent petty people from taking the opportunity to make trouble.

Three poles on the sun.

The live stream begins.

Thousands of sharp sword momentum, Yu Zhijiang southeast soared into the sky, condensing a formation phantom, Chen Yiwu, who was meditating, opened his eyes, and his sword eyes flashed.

"The breath of the Innate Sword Technique... Yan Chixia was indeed reincarnated successfully. ”

He immediately quit the cultivation mode and clicked on Chen Peining's live broadcast room: Led by Zhao Zijing, the son of emptiness, many reincarnated people have crossed the door of the ruins and entered the interior.

"Senior, how about it, can you find out the general direction of the sword formation?"

A reincarnated person asked respectfully towards Zhao Zijing, who was in the lead.

The most feared thing about exploring the ruins is the magic circle that the master laid out before his death, so the first thing that is generally the default after entering the ruins is to find the location of the magic circle first.

"Horse..."

Zhao Zijing was full of confidence, and just about to reply, suddenly the sword sounded sonorous.

"Poof!"

Ninety-nine eighty-one spiritual qi turned into flying swords, appearing out of thin air, enveloping the surging sword rays, like a swimming dragon, fluttering like a frightening dragon, killing unstoppable, attacking the crowd.

"Hurry back!"

Zhao Zijing's face was slight, his hands were anxious, he pushed away the Taoist friend beside him, and then the fan in his hand opened and closed, and the wind was blowing, rolling the remnants of the leaves all over the ground, and he took the initiative to meet the flying sword.

Everyone's view.

The green mountains are handsome, shuttling between the sword arrays, and they are really chic.

In terms of combat power alone, Zhao Zijing did not dare to say that he was the strongest thousands of years ago, but if he wanted to talk about the means of trickery, he ranked second, and even Chen Yi had to bow down.

"Zhao Gongzi is so handsome, he deserves to be the commander of the black-clothed guard, mighty and domineering!"

"No matter how much the reincarnation cultivated in his previous life, he needs to re-cultivate after reincarnation, and I estimate that Zhao Gongzi has recovered at least half of his cultivation in his previous life."

"Hehe, what if Yan Chixia and the number one in the world are alive?"

"This era, after all, is the era of my Longhan Heavenly Dynasty, the remnants left over from the long river of years, whether you are a dragon or a tiger, you have to bow down to me!"

Watching the sword qi being eaten away by Zhao Zijing little by little.

The sailors in the live broadcast room are all excited: they like to watch those once high-spirited peerless Tianjiao gradually fall into loneliness and depression, until they disappear from everyone.

Human nature.

I am afraid that my brother will suffer hardship, and I am afraid that my brother will drive a Land Rover.

Chen Yi shook his head and smiled, poured himself a glass of milk left over from last night, and muttered meaningfully: "A group of naïve little fools, where is this." ”

He has almost figured out Zhao Zijing's path... If Yan Chixia's reincarnation doesn't make a move, at least half of these people present today will have to die!

"It's none of my business."

Chen Yi didn't think of sending a barrage to remind Zhao Zijing.

Practicing one, life and death have always been fateful, wealth is in the sky, the road, is their own choice, since they set foot on this road, then they must be prepared for death.

This is called cause and effect.

What's more, right now, he is crossing the river in the mud, and he is too busy to take care of himself, how can he care about the life and death of strangers: his sword intent against the dust does not allow him to keep a low profile for a lifetime.

The premise of lawlessness is that you must first have the strength to push everything horizontally.

In his previous life, there was a white fox behind him, and now the other party doesn't know if he is still in the world, and if he wants to do whatever he wants like in his previous life, he can only rely on the sword in his hand.

With that in mind.

Chen Yi calmed his mind, put aside all distracting thoughts, and continued to cultivate.

In the early hours of the next morning.

He condensed the sword qi in his body into a drop of sword yuan: this is the Dao base, the sword path is called the sword yuan, and the demon path is called the demon yuan.

After 100 breaths.

Chen Yi's face suddenly changed slightly, and he opened his eyes suddenly: he thought of something more important than cultivation, and then took off his mobile phone from the table and dialed a call...

"Hey, guide? What's that, the rivers and lakes are in an emergency, and there is no money to eat. ”

…

Day 3.

The ninety-nine eighty-one sword lights were finally wiped out by Zhao Zijing, and a group of reincarnated people came to an ancient stone gate: "This is the end of the sword array, right?" ”

A scantily clad female cultivator rubbed the lines of the stone door and said unashamedly:

"I think the so-called number one in the world is nothing more than that, thinking about the formation I left for myself, but I strangled seven or eight foundation building monks alive."

"There is no vanity under the fame, you know a fart!"

Zhao Zijing glared back at her, lowered his voice and said:

"Listen, don't let your guard down, I'll smash this door later, let the reincarnated person in the family run directly, remember, don't look back, and don't care about me!"

Before the nun could ask why.

"Boom".

The ancient portal blinked, and Zhao Zijing shattered.

Almost reflexively, the female cultivator grabbed the two companions and galloped back at a rapid speed while transmitting the voice to the reincarnation of Long Han: "The wind is tight, pull it!" ”

"Poof!"

In a flash.

Endless sword qi roared out of the sheath like a mountain and a sea, as if an invincible living sword immortal spanned the long years, swords against creatures that did not belong to their own time.

That sword cut off a thousand years of time.

The space collapsed, the earthquake trembled, all the buildings and towering ancient trees were shattered, and the yellow sand covered the sky, each grain was stained with the blood of living beings with residual warmth.

The reincarnated people of other countries either fled in a panic, or fought back in a group, or sacrificed their natal magic weapons to resist, but they could not escape death even if they exhausted their means.

Wisps of sword qi as small as needles, but as dazzling as stars, mercilessly pierced through the chests of the foreign invaders present, tearing their heads apart.

Without half a pillar of incense, as far as the eye can see, there are already corpses all over the field, rivers of blood, and the foreign monks who are lucky enough to survive are all like white paper, and they are shocked.

One of them sharply questioned Zhao Zijing:

"Zhao Zijing, what do you mean?"

Zhao Zijing, who looked at the countless people around him, was gloomy as water, and was ragged and embarrassed on the surface, but in fact he only hurt his fur, and his face was expressionless:

"It's not interesting, it's careless."

"Careless?"

The man pointed to the unharmed Dragon Han monk and looked excited: "Then what do you explain to them?" I think it's clear that you deliberately used the sword formation to trap and kill me! ”

"Huh?"

Looked at.

Zhao Zijing simply stopped pretending.

Squinted around, his words were full of disdain: "So what? What can you do to me? If it is not of my race, its heart will be different, and if it kills with a sword, why not? ”

As soon as this statement came out.

Only then did everyone remember: Blue Star a thousand years ago was an era dominated by demons, how many people who could be famous in that era would be good people?

"In this way, the number one in the world may not be too weak."

"Hush."

"I still think he's just a man who fishes for fame and reputation, and the sword array he worked so hard to arrange was all made a wedding dress for Zhao Gongzi, isn't this a sign of incompetence?"

"I hope you dare to say that in front of him in the future."

"My son Wang Teng has the appearance of Jindan, I'm still afraid that he won't succeed?"

"A real-life keyboard warrior?"

“…”

"Enough, don't make any noise, there is a situation!"

It was at a time when the monks of various countries were quarrelling.

Zhao Zijing suddenly shouted, and inside the broken portal, a mutation protruded:

Born with ninety-nine white jade steps, eighteen sword lotus flowers blooming in the underworld, a phantom shadow surrounded by terrifying sword intent, horizontal sword on the knee, back to all beings, sitting in the six realms.

Look at it from afar.

This person's black hair is like ink, domineering, fierce and flamboyant, like the ancestor of ten thousand swords.

Take a closer look.

Seeing the white clothes again, it is not elegant and calm, as if it is a living sword immortal.

The wordless monument came before the heavenly sword, and now I see the true ancestor and know the true self.

The man just stood there quietly, like an insurmountable mountain: the mountain is powerful, the momentum is like a sword, the immortals dare not fight, and the sword of heaven and earth is full of low eyebrows.

Some people are unwilling and try to resist.

The next second.

The swords of the entire secret realm are clanging, as if the sound of heaven is brilliant:

"If you see the truth, why don't you worship?"

"Plop!"

Even people with swords, kneeling straight!