The nine giant monuments are majestic, exuding an ancient atmosphere, I don't know how many years the dust has been sealed, Jian Qingsheng stood in the center, the purple long sword in his hand roared, and his body slowly exuded a terrifying blood, this blood and qi were so strong that the fire changed color from thousands of people, and the flesh and blood of the strong people in the Quenching Bone Realm had almost undergone earth-shaking changes compared with the Blood Refining Realm.

"The name of the sword is Zixiao, and this third sword is due to it. ”

As soon as Jian Qingsheng's voice fell, his whole person suddenly disappeared in front of him, more than ten zhang away, where he was originally standing, the white bones in a radius of several zhang were all shattered, and they exploded violently, shooting in all directions, each broken bone was like a sharp arrow, making a sharp sound of breaking the air.

This sword, with his strong physique, the commander of the fire could only barely catch a purple sword shadow, this sword far exceeded the previous two swords, until this moment, he understood that if Jian Qingsheng intended to make a move, he would not be able to block a sword at all, and he would have to be in a different place.

Boom!

There was the sound of gold and iron resonating, and in the void, only a little spark burst out, and the commander of the fire turned around violently, his pupils contracted violently.

Between the two fingers raised by Xiao Yi, he pressed the inch-long purple sword tip, and at the other end of the sword tip, Jian Qingsheng stood with the sword, his eyes were slightly awe-inspiring, and for the first time he showed a bit of solemnity, in addition to that, there was also a bit of astonishment.

"You can see my sword. ”

Jian Qingsheng said in a deep voice, although he was also sealed by this ancient battlefield to cultivate and the spiritual world, but even if the Nine Heavens Thunder Sword was just an ordinary move, it was as fast as thunder, and with his flesh and blood, even if it was an ordinary centurion-level powerhouse, he would still be hated under his sword, even if it was a thousand-level powerhouse, he could be invincible.

But now, his sword was caught, and in such an understated way, even if the other party did not directly hit the blade of the sword, but if he did not have a strong enough body, he would not be able to withstand the sharp aura naturally inspired by the Zixiao Sword in his hand. The most important thing is that the other party actually saw through his sword path, and the sword just now even made Jian Qingsheng have an illusion that he sent his sword between the other party's fingers.

This is not trivial, Jian Qingsheng has practiced so far, although the time is not long, but the killing he has experienced has even surpassed that of the Daduofu Commander-level powerhouse, between life and death, he has never believed in coincidence, in his opinion, Xiao Yi Yes is indeed worthy of breaking his swordsmanship trajectory.

didn't speak, Xiao Yi couldn't respond, he had already penetrated the sword style change of this Zixiao Thunder Sword with the help of the Heaven Locking Fist Intent, just because of the huge gap in cultivation, if it was outside the ancient battlefield, he wouldn't be able to catch the sword Qingsheng at all, but now it was different, he could do this with a solid body, but all this, he couldn't say.

His eyes stayed on Xiao Yi for a long time, Jian Qingsheng suddenly put away his sword, he didn't say a word, turned to leave, and couldn't see the slightest change in mood and anger, and after a while, he stopped in front of a hundred-zhang stone tablet, sat down cross-legged again, and no longer paid attention to Xiao Yi and the others. Captain Huoli looked at Xiao Yi, his expression was a little complicated, and finally, he gritted his teeth, turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the vast stele forest.

Xiao Yi looked around, there are nine stone tablets 100 zhang high, each of which is as majestic as a mountain, even if there is no qi overflowing, it still gives people an invisible oppression, the stele body is mottled, and the imprints of the years are intertwined, Xiao Yi doesn't know what kind of existence is buried under these nine stone tablets, but it is not simple to think about.

The ancient battlefield is too secretive, it doesn't seem to exist in the land of the human world, it only appears once every fifty years, and there is not half a figure in sight, who erected these stone tablets, buried these ancestors of the alien race, and where did they go later?

However, for the Baizhang stone tablet here, Xiao Yi also has a trace of desire, when Shi Gong and the two of them found the remnants of the barbarian elephant strength trick and the Yan Python Dragon Fist from the many ten-zhang tablets, then among the only nine Baizhang stone tablets, what did the ancestors of the human race leave behind, he understood why Jian Qingsheng had been here for a long time, this young man was really higher than the sky, and wanted to smash one of the nine giant monuments, but he was not sure for a while, but he was constantly observing, wanting to find out the flaws left by these nine stone tablets in the endless years of erosion, but now it seems that he has already made a choice, Xiao Yi can see that Jian Qingsheng is accumulating strength, and he wants to adjust to the peak moment。

Xiao Yi's heart moved, he looked into the distance, and then chose a stone tablet 100 zhang high, sat down cross-legged in front of the tablet, he meditated on breathing, smoothed every trace of qi and blood, and let himself slowly reach the peak.

Behind him, Jian Qingsheng felt something, he frowned slightly, and at the same time sneered in his heart, feeling that Xiao Yi was too conceited, even if he took a sword, the gap in cultivation could not be crossed, and the physical body of the Quenching Bone Realm and the Blood Refining Realm was also very different, even he was not sure about the nine ancient stone tablets in front of him.

Time passed, the sun and moon were not seen in the sand city, and the day passed quickly.

Rumble!

On this day, there was a sound in the stele forest, there was a stone stele that was shattered, and someone obtained the creation of it, that was the two thousand commanders of the Black Wind Tribe, they did not choose the stele of more than ten zhang at the beginning, but did their best to break the two five-zhang steles, one person got a quasi-first-class military trick from it, and one got a blood pill, but this blood pill is surrounded by a three-color Ruixia, magnificent and bright, it is a rare heaven-level blood pill, compared with the earth-level blood pill, the blood qi exuded by the heaven-level blood pill is more pure, the commander of the Black Wind Clan is happy in his heart, compared with the military technique, this heaven-level blood pill can improve his cultivation faster。

Another three days passed, and during these three days, the sound of crashing in the sand city continued, but no one opened the stele, and the stele of more than five zhang was still strong even after fifty years.

Only in the center of the stele forest, it was silent for four days, Jian Qingsheng did not move, Xiao Yi did not move, and the surrounding white bones flowed backwards, slowly submerging the figures of the two.

Day 5.

In front of the stone tablet where Jian Qingsheng was, a faint sword groan suddenly sounded, and with the sound of this sword groan, among the white bones that originally covered Jian Qingsheng, an invisible sharp qi shot out, and then, within a radius of ten zhang, all the broken bones were completely shattered, and in the white ashes, a bright purple sword light pierced the sky, this sword light was like thunder, tearing the air, and it actually made a violent thunderous sound.

This moment, miles away.

In front of the two twenty-zhang high fossil steles, the two patriarchs of the Fire River and the Ancient Wind were all shocked, and they clearly felt an amazing sharp aura bursting out from the center of the stele forest, it was unimaginable that they were able to exert such an earth-shattering sword after being sealed by the ancient battlefield and cultivating to the spiritual world.

Sand City Central.

The purple sword light broke through the air, almost like a bamboo, piercing one of the hundred-zhang high fossil steles, leaving a sword hole several zhang long, which completely penetrated the stele body.

In front of the stele, the figure of Jian Qingsheng manifested, he frowned slightly, staring at the sword hole on the stele not far away, somewhat unexpected to him, although his sword is still charged, with his physical state is already the pinnacle of a blow, but in his opinion, at least ten swords or more are needed to be able to penetrate this hundred-zhang monument, but now a sword has done it, the fragility of this stele makes him have some doubts, is it that it has been sealed for too long and has come to an end under the abrasion of endless time, or, this stele has given birth to some unknown changes。

Wait a minute!

Jian Qingsheng's heart was suddenly shocked, he seemed to understand something, and a terrifying killing intent emanated from the depths of his pupils.

"Bloodline!"

He snorted coldly, his eyes fell into the distance, behind a stone monument more than eighty zhang high, two pitch-black figures walked out from behind the monument, with the appearance of the two, the white bones all over the ground trembled slightly, and a passage was born in front, extending to the nine giant monuments.

"It's too late to understand now. ”

Two pairs of jet-black bats flapped, these were two blood clans, they walked in the vast white bones, and the evil aura exuded from the upper and lower parts of the body, faintly integrated with this land, and in this vast white bones, there were the bones of their ancestors.

"You're not dead!"

Looking at the two blood clans who appeared, Jian Qingsheng said coldly.

"If we are really dead, you will not come here, your Thunder Sword Soldier Department will completely seal this lost ancient battlefield, instead of letting you come to explore the reality, if we are really dead, who will awaken the ancestors of our clan who were suppressed by this soul monument, Jian Qingsheng, do you really think that you have killed a lot of immortals on the Heavenly Soldier Road, you can underestimate my Hundred Realms clan, this time, I want to borrow your hand, I didn't expect that your heart is really higher than the sky, and directly chose the nine largest soul steles, and according to the last words of the two of us, smashed the killing weapon that buried the ancestors of my clan。 ”

The two blood clans walked step by step, their dark red eyes were full of mockery, and the evil aura around them became more and more vigorous, at this time, behind Jian Qingsheng, there was the sound of the stone tablet cracking.