"Pick up ...... Catch! ”

"Resisted the Immortal Sword!"

Luan Qiumei, Liu Tong and many other grandmasters all looked at this scene in shock.

Jiang Changsheng's immortal sword, the sword asked Qiankun, broke his heart, that sword has almost broken through the top, broken into the peerless realm, even if it is the peerless sword Tuoba Xi and others, in the face of this sword, they will consider themselves inferior.

As a Qiankun Grandmaster, Chen Mu was able to take such a sword, which was not surprising in itself, but it was unthinkable that Chen Mu could take it so easily, so lightly, and he didn't even mobilize the power of heaven and earth, only took it with a martial body!

Between those two fingers, the Immortal Sword hummed and trembled, but it couldn't break through a single bit.

"How could it be ......?"

Jiang Changsheng was also slightly stunned.

His sword, breaking the shackles, unless it is the existence of the Blood Exchange Realm, even if it is those peerless grandmasters, it is impossible to understate it like Chen Mu, it is inevitable that he will be like a great enemy, and he will be added to the realm.

Chen Mushi Cai did not mobilize the power of artistic conception at all, and took his sword purely with the physique of the Qiankun martial arts, which shows that Chen Mu's Qiankun martial arts is almost incredible, far stronger than the top grandmasters!

But how old is Chen Mucai?

Even if he is a genius of heaven, at the age of thirty-three, he broke through and entered the marrow washing realm, how could he cultivate the Qiankun martial body to the level of perfection in such a short period of time, this is not common sense at all!

The cultivation of the martial body is a natural process, even if it is assisted by infinite heaven and earth spiritual objects, it is also necessary to consider the progress and adaptability of the transformation of the martial body itself, and it is absolutely impossible to complete the cultivation within one or two years.

"You, how?"

Rao is Jiang Changsheng's heart, and after breaking through the shackles, he still can't help but be confused.

"Accumulate steps, gather small streams, and become rivers and seas."

Chen Mu pointed to the sword, spoke slowly, and sent it forward.

Bang!

Jiang Changsheng only felt a huge force pressing him, the sword in his hand couldn't bear it, and the whole person suddenly flew backwards, retreating more than ten steps in a row, and finally stopped, for a while, the qi and blood around his body surged, and his right hand also trembled violently.

Chen Mu stared at Jiang Changsheng, but there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Jiang Changsheng is worthy of being Qin Mengjun's former opponent, although he has always been suppressed by Qin Mengjun in the past, but the grandmasters born in those twenty years are Jiang Changsheng and Qin Mengjun as the most, and now Qin Mengjun has entered the realm of blood exchange, Jiang Changsheng has also jumped half a step, and Shicai's sword has basically crossed the boundary of the top grandmaster and reached the peerless level.

As a matter of fact.

Now, if he doesn't use the Qiankun realm, he can't reach the height of the blood exchange realm with the power of the Qiankun martial arts body alone, and he is still at the level of the 'peerless grandmaster', so Jiang Changsheng's sword will surprise him a little, and give a slightly higher evaluation, after jumping out of that step, it is not useless.

It's just that there is a gap between the peerless.

Although Jiang Changsheng's physical and mental swords were all one, and he had crossed the top boundary in terms of the power of the Immortal Sword, if he wanted to truly and stably rank among the peerless ranks, it would still take a period of precipitation.

Or in other words, Jiang Changsheng did his best to reach this realm, and the strength that burst out between his fingers was peerless, and the gap between them was still not easy to cross.

Jiang Changsheng was able to practice swordsmanship to this state, and he must have paid a lot of grinding and hardship, but he practiced step by step and finally transformed, and he was the same, it was a little bit of penance accumulation, and finally used a little auxiliary effect of the system panel to turn the accumulation of these penances into qualitative changes, and after more than ten years of martial arts, he finally arrived at this realm.

“……”

Jiang Changsheng held a three-foot sword, his chest rose and fell slightly, staring at Chen Mu not far away, but his gaze at this time was extremely solemn, and now that time came, he naturally would no longer have the slightest idea of treating Chen Mu as a junior.

This is a Qiankun Grandmaster, a real peerless existence, even if he wielded that painstaking sword, he can still feel its heavy and majestic weight, those two fingers did not use the Heaven and Earth Wheel Seal at all, just with pure physique and Yuan Gang, he took his sword and shook him back!

But.

In the next moment, the light in Jiang Changsheng's eyes did not dim in the slightest, but flickered brighter and brighter, and the three-foot green blade in his hand was raised, and he lifted it in the air, and in an instant, the void with a radius of nearly a hundred zhang near him was filled with invisible sword intent!

Jiang Changsheng, who has broken through the shackles and broken the boundary, has integrated his body and mind with swords, and the range that the kendo field can carry has far exceeded that of ordinary top grandmasters, and the power of heaven and earth that he can mobilize and control has also reached the peerless.

"I have three swords."

"A sword asks the heart, a sword asks, a sword asks Qiankun!"

Jiang Changsheng was dressed in green clothes, his expression was high-spirited, the surging and vast sword intent was surging and spreading, and the endless power of heaven and earth moved with his sword intent, constantly converging, condensing into the ancient three swords in the void, converging on his three-foot Qingfeng.

Chen Mu is very strong, whether he is new or not, he is a real Qiankun Grandmaster, a peerless figure, and he can at least be invincible among the grandmasters in the future, but at least at this moment, his sword can knock Qiankun!

Swish!

Jiang Changsheng slashed his sword.

The quaint sword in his hand fell, bringing up three beams of diffuse and intersecting sword light, this sword light was brilliant, and when he made the move, he mobilized not only the power of heaven and earth, but also completely integrated his sword will into it.

Luan Qiumei and the others in the distance, seeing the first sword light from afar, were all in a short trance, and there was a feeling as if they were being asked about their hearts, as if they were asking themselves what this heart was.

When the will was condensed and the interference was broken, his eyes fell to the second sword light, and he was asked again, what is the way to go?

At last.

The third sword light makes people feel at a loss, what is the world to me?

"Jiang Changsheng ......"

Not to mention Luan Qiumei and the others, even if they are top grandmasters such as Hai Qianyuan and Liu Tong, they are hundreds of zhang away at this time, and they can also be affected by the sword light, and the unity of the body and mind sword is not just words, that sword swing out, before it reaches the body, it has already shaken its heart.

If Luan Qiumei, Xia Yu'e and others were in front of each other, facing such a sword, they would almost have no power to parry, just the Huanghuang Sword Heart Questioning would make people distracted, and the characters who were a little less willed might not be able to recover from the interrogation of their hearts after being slashed by the sword.

Even Liu Tong and Hai Qianyuan, facing such a sword, can only escape and cannot be hard-connected.

But.

It was such a brilliant sword, one sword and three questions, when it fell towards Chen Mu's head, it only made Chen Mu's eyes flash a slight startle, and finally sighed lightly.

With his will and state of mind, it was impossible for him to be shaken by Jiang Changsheng's sword heart questioning, and it was impossible to be shaken by this, especially the first two questions of the sword heart, which he himself had already asked countless times, and only the last third question, 'What is Qiankun for me?', made Chen Mu's heart rise a little thought.

Heaven and earth.

This is the world.

What is it to him?

Although he has been in this world for more than ten years, it has only been more than ten years, and he has never forgotten those older memories, but as he gets older, the memories of the past gradually become blurred, like a dream.

In the end, all the past is just a dream of Nan Ke, he was born in this world, grew up in this Qiankun, and this mountain, river, water and soil is his hometown, or is he just a passerby for this Qiankun from beginning to end?

This question,

For today's Chen Mu, there is no clear answer.

He just stood there, his mind fluttering silently, and when he stopped thinking about this question and came back to his senses, Jiang Changsheng's sword, the three sword lights converged into one, and together with the sword blade in his hand, he had come to the front.

That's it.

Chen Mu sighed lightly in his heart.

Then he slowly raised his right hand, and the simple fingers knocked up the imprint, and when he lifted it up, the magnificent and vast Yuangang true strength in his body condensed and gathered between his fingers, and the eight desolations converged, brilliant and flawless, integrating a little brilliant imprint.

Click.

This point of imprint finally collided with Jiang Changsheng's immortal sword, bursting out with a cracking sound.

The wisps of sword light that converged on the ancient sword's body, after a short period of solidification, began to tremble violently, and the fierce sword intent rose and flourished, trying to break all the shackles and tear apart the universe and heaven and earth.

But in the end.

The sword light still couldn't withstand the power of that little mark.

With the sound of gold and iron breaking, the sword light suddenly collapsed and collapsed, and the immortal sword in Jiang Changsheng's hand was also shattered inch by inch, his whole eyes showed a trace of confusion, and the sword intent he condensed seemed to be shattered inch by inch with the sword in his hand.

Bang!

Jiang Changsheng's figure finally flew backwards, a mouthful of blood mist sprayed into the sky, crossed an arc of dozens of zhang in the air, and finally fell heavily into the deep pit of the wasteland in the distance, the sword in his hand was all broken, only the hilt of the sword was still held in his hand, and the hilt of the sword was also full of cracks, and the cracks spread to his entire palm, and the blood continued to drip down.

There was a dead silence in the field.

All the Grandmasters were silent.

Only Chen Mu stood alone in the center, slowly lowering his right hand, looking at Jiang Changsheng who fell dozens of zhang away and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, there was still a trace of sigh in his eyes, it was not easy to open up such a sword path, he experienced a little bit of 'Heavenly Sword' feeling from Jiang Changsheng, if this road can go to the extreme, it is indeed possible to ask the truth.

This was Qin Mengjun's old opponent, he originally wanted to leave Qin Mengjun to hone his martial arts in the future, but he never thought about this last 'questioning', and he also asked himself, which made him move for a while, and it was a clean ruin.

But this is probably what Jiang Changsheng wanted.

He made a move with the Heaven and Earth Wheel Seal, which can be regarded as a recognition and respect for this immortal sword dao.

"Who else?"

Chen Mu's gaze gradually returned to calmness, and he set his eyes on Empty Silence, Hai Qianyuan, Tuoba Xi and others.

There was a dead silence.

Hai Qianyuan, the pavilion master of the Tianya Sea Pavilion, looked at Jiang Changsheng, who fell into the deep pit of the wasteland, in a miserable scene, and then looked at Chen Mu, who was standing in the middle of the field with an indifferent expression, and was silent for a while.

Empty and silent put his palms together, looked at Jiang Changsheng not far away, and recalled that when Jiang Changsheng snatched his spiritual fruit not long ago, he was full of spirit and seven swords in a row, and now the sword was ruined, and a sigh finally rose in his heart, and he whispered a Buddha name.

"I am compassionate."

He silently stepped back, turning and walking.

Chen Mu.

The world has been done.

The tenth Qiankun Grandmaster in the world, another invincible existence among the grandmasters, will stand in the world, and it has become a foregone conclusion.

Hai Qianyuan was silent, the emptiness retreated, Chen Mu looked not far away, Tuoba Xi, who was dressed in a black robe and holding a sword, there was no emotion in his eyes, just looked at him quietly.

“……”

Tuoba Xi held the sword in his hand and looked at Jiang Changsheng.

Then.

He looked at Chen Mu again, as if he was about to take out a knife, but he seemed to pause for a moment.

It was after this brief pause that he understood something, as if he had realized something, and suddenly laughed like a self-deprecating smile, and then laughed out loud, until he laughed out loud.

He hesitated.

Facing Jiang Changsheng's invincible opponent after breaking the shackles, a real Qiankun Grandmaster, he hesitated, the sword in his hand failed to swing that knife at Chen Mu as soon as Jiang Changsheng was released, and he went to ask Qiankun.

It seems to be just a trace of ordinary hesitation, anyone can do this in the face of a strong enemy, but in fact, in his current situation, that hesitation, even if it is just a moment, a thought, is the difference between heaven and earth.

There was a hint of hesitation.

He would never be able to be like Jiang Changsheng, swinging a knife without scruples and breaking through his heart barrier.

So he laughed.

Because until this moment, he suddenly realized that he was not invincible to his senior brother Ram Yu's 'Heavenly Sword', but he was unable to defeat himself, and he himself had never been able to wield that knife.

If he could swing that knife a hundred years ago, maybe it would not be the ram fool and the sword saint standing in the cold north, but the two 'sword saints' who would dominate the world, but now everything is vast and has become a thing of the past.

"Senior Brother......

He understood, he saw it, and he figured it out.

Silent.

Tuoba Xi slowly lowered the absolute knife in his hand, stood with the knife, the laughter gradually stopped, his face quickly turned old, and the breath of the whole person quickly collapsed, until it completely turned into a body of flesh and bones, and scattered silently, leaving only a unique knife, erected in front of the dry bones like a tombstone.

Absolute Sword Tuoba Seal,

The end of life!

"Good, good."

Empty silence has gone to the distance of the pace, at this time paused, looked back at the bones of Tuoba Xi, his eyes showed a sigh, Tuoba Xi did not enter the exchange of blood, it is indeed the limit of life, and now finally understand that it is difficult to win others, more than 100 years of demonic obsession dissipated, only a trace of self-deprecation for himself, and then he died, fell in the abyss.

Chen Mu looked at Tuoba Xi's corpse and was silent for a short time, he expected that Tuoba Xi would swing a knife at him like Jiang Changsheng, and he also expected Tuoba Xi to retreat like everyone else, but he didn't expect that the other party would end his life.

After a brief silence.

He slowly looked away, and then fell to the other Hanbei Grandmasters nearby.

The previous sentence of 'who else is coming' seemed to still echo here, and everywhere he looked, all the people who looked at him, no matter what sect or sect, all lowered their eyes silently, and all bowed their heads.

"That's what it is...... Grandmaster Qiankun. ”

Xia Yu'e looked at Chen Mu's figure, and the Hanbei Grandmaster bowed his head, and her eyes couldn't help but ripple, she had seen it recorded in ancient books, as soon as the Qiankun came out, I was the only one, and the grandmaster bowed down, and now it was presented in front of her.

But.

There was silence in the room, and all the grandmasters bowed their heads silently.

Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded eeriely.

"I'm coming!"

Airplanes!

But seeing a gray shadow breaking through the sky, it attacked towards Chen Mu's vest at an incredibly fast speed, and in an instant, the demonic aura soared into the sky, surging, almost making the abyss heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of zhang depressed and silent, and even made all the grandmasters present tremble with horror.

This terrifying demonic aura is almost boundless, far beyond the reach of the seventh and eighth orders, the gray shadow can recognize at a glance that it is not a demon, but a demon of the Heavenly Demon Gate, then its identity is almost self-evident.

Heavenly Demon Gate Ancestor.

Yu Wenhao!

(End of chapter)