The aura of the iron sword in Hangul's hand made my hairs stand on end.

Because I've never seen a sword so powerful before.

Feng Wuji's face was heavy, and the vision behind him changed, turning into five streamers and falling on the left and right of his body, forming five clones, and then the six Feng Wuxian quickly exchanged positions, and in the blink of an eye, the naked eye could not distinguish that it was his body.

But now I'm staring at Feng Wuji, and what I'm thinking about is not which one is his essence, but the process of deducing his vision clone.

The vision of the monk seems to be the same in its initial form in each realm.

Exploring the secluded realm is a ghostly light, like a bottomless abyss.

Only by exploring this abyss will it become a piece of nothingness, and then it will step into the realm of the void.

After contemplating the void, the dust is turned into dust and soared, which is to get out of the dust.

From the very beginning, visions are interlinked, closely related to the state of mind of the cultivator and the realm he is in.

After coming into contact with the people of the ancient tribe, I found that the vision of the realm was also affected by the exercises.

Especially when it comes to the Heavenly Realm, the vision has become a kind of power, and through evolution, it can be blessed to oneself.

However, my mind is yin and yang, and I can't evolve all kinds of moves between husband and wife.

But the Seven Kills Sword Technique is also a kind of exercise, and maybe I can evolve the vision according to the Seven Kills Sword Technique.

It's just that I want to do that, and I can't do it with a single thought.

There's so much stuff in there.

Perception is the most important thing.

Moreover, the feeling of this kind of thing cannot be expressed in words, and even in the heart, it cannot form an idea.

After the incarnation of the Wind Without a Trace Vision, Korean is equivalent to facing six peering horizons by one person.

Of course, the intelligence said that the clone transformed by the Wind Without a Trace Creation Technique was the same as the main body, but in fact, after he transformed the clone, his overall strength declined.

But even so, six to one, the overall strength of Feng Wuxian still increased by about forty percent.

In the same realm, his great skills are naturally superior to others.

And in a one-on-one situation, his advantage is not only that his strength is half a head, but also that he has five more hands and five pairs of feet.

As soon as the doppelganger and the main body were mixed, the six winds without a trace shouted at the same time, and then rose into the air, and the vision of the mountain was manifested behind them at the same time, and it fell into the air.

Although the mountain is a vision, it is still magnificent, and the upside-down air is like the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens, falling to the ground, piling up around the Korean language, and burying the Korean language in the blink of an eye.

The falling soil is piled up layer by layer, like the real thing, and it is as strong as iron after tamping.

At the same time, six winds fell from the sky without a trace, flowing fire and flying stars, and the terrifying coercion was released, and the onlookers were suppressed by his power, feeling like the sky was falling, and it was like a mountain falling on the body in the depression, and it was difficult to breathe.

The combined attack of the six people, plus the imposition of the vision, if this blow hits, it will be difficult for the cultivation of the Korean Supreme Realm to withstand it.

After all, a sword is a sword, and a man is a man.

The strong sword intent he inspires does not mean that his body is also strong.

For a while, Shushan and our people all pinched a cold sweat for Korean.

The six streams of fire hit the ground, and the earth and stones on the ground could not bear it, and they collapsed one after another.

The vision of besieging the Korean language was overwhelmed by this force and became even more consolidated.

But at this moment, the sword roared again.

Although the Korean language was buried by the vision of the Heavenly Realm, the sound of the sword was still loud.

With the sound of the sword, the vision of the six winds manifesting and suppressing the Korean language without a trace shattered.

Before the Xuanguang dissipated, a sword light flew out of the air and went straight into the sky.

Han Yu appeared in the exploding Xuanguang, and the hat on his head had already turned into ashes, revealing a clear face with sword eyes and starry eyebrows.

He pointed his sword to the sky.

Where you stand, it's a sword.

A sharp blade that is unsheathed and swears not to return to the sheath if it does not cut off the enemy.

For a while, there was an invincible sword intent between heaven and earth.

The entire 100,000 mountains were quiet.

Feng Wuxian shouted: "The supreme is impossible, and it will never be possible to peek into the heavenly realm. ”

He didn't say this, and no one could see the panic in his heart.

As a result, as soon as these words came out, everyone could hear that his heart was full of fear.

It was because of fear that his voice was incomparably loud and hoarse.

However, at this moment, it is impossible for him to stop his hand, and it is even more impossible for Han Yu to put away his sword.

Six streamers still fall on their heads, and in the blink of an eye, they can reach hundreds of meters above the head of the Korean language, and they can be reached in an instant.

However, at this moment, a soft chant came from the vast void: "If there is no term, then it will not be seen." ”

It wasn't who was talking, but the rusty iron sword that flew into the sky shook the world, resonating with the voice of his master.

If I'm not mistaken, this is a sentence that Han Wuzhi left behind when he left here.

In a simple word, it is full of determination and incomparable tenacity.

I hadn't seen him before, but I was fascinated at the moment.

A soft word fell, and a sword light flew from the sky, as if it had crossed time and space, falling from the other side of the universe.

But when the sword was visible to the naked eye, the sword qi on it was completely restrained.

What we see is a sword.

An iron sword.

An unremarkable iron sword.

However, it was such a sword that pressed the freeze frame button on the entire time and space.

A sword falls.

It's silent.

The five bodies of the wind without a trace shattered and turned into Xuanguang.

His body fell from the void, not to mention the vision, and even the aura on his body was suppressed indifferently.

The iron sword fell to the ground and stuck in the ground.

There is an invincible loneliness in the strangeness.

"Ancestor!" The people of Shushan shouted, knelt on the ground with brushes, tears in their eyes, kowtowed to the ground, and choked for a long time.

"Impossible." Feng Wuxian turned pale and murmured: "For thousands of years, thousands of years, there is no such person in this world. ”

There are many legends of an era, and the ancestor of the Wind Clan once built an entire human society in the mythological era.

But the era of Han Wuji still belongs only to Han Wuji.

I've heard that even Cui's parents haven't overshadowed him.

Hanju knelt on the ground and was silent for a long time.

When the wind was calm, Feng Wuxian knelt on the ground with a puff, and a slight sword mark appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

He was pierced by a sword, and his soul was destroyed.

I'm not surprised by this result.

Because the invincible sword is not out, it is enough, and once it is out, it must be the difference between life and death.

However, everyone in the ancient realm looked horrified, and no one dared to set foot in the Shushan realm to check.

Han Yu got up, walked to the ancient sword, held the rusty sword body with both hands, gently took it out of the soil and stone, held it in front of him, held it high above his head, and said loudly: "My Shushan has always been indisputable to the world, but those who offend my Shushan ......"

"Slash!"

The word "chop" fell, and everyone in the ancient realm who was outside the boundary unconsciously took half a step back.

Han Yu glanced around, then raised his sword and walked to Han Chusheng's side, bowed down and handed the sword over, "Senior brother, please take the sword." ”

Han Chusheng didn't stretch out his hand, but said earnestly: "Senior brother, now that the troubled times have risen, Shushan in the storm needs a capable leader. ”