At this time, looking at Jin Ling Gongzi at the succession ceremony of Jianzun like this, as if no one else was doing it, it was certainly a little publicity, but he pointed out the loopholes in the matter like this and avoided World War I, but it made them feel that he was just informal.

Chu Yiyang's wine jug and cup were all taken out by the maid behind him.

He deliberately filled the cup with wine, held it up, and then looked at the cold night of Beitang who was standing a zhang away, made a toast gesture to him, and raised his hand to drink the wine in the cup.

The system asks, "Is that okay?" ”

Chu Yiyang said: "I'm not sure. ”

However, it was obvious that what he had just said was to shake the Mahayana period sword cultivation that was something wrong with this state.

The divine light in Lao Dao's eyes added a little confusion.

He lowered his head, and many things came to mind.

Those fragments flashed before his eyes like floating lights, and after a long time, after everyone waited, he finally raised his head and said, "I did find it on the mountain road." ”

He looked at Beitang Hanye, "Your sword intent and killing aura are indeed very similar to the person I am looking for, but no matter how similar it is, you are not him after all." ”

Hearing this, everyone was relieved - great! If you figure out that you have found the wrong person, then you don't have to fight this battle.

However, after seeing the white chess piece that fell in his chess position, the battle intent on Beitang Hanye, who heard the words of the Penglai Island Lord, still did not dissipate.

Sure enough, the confusion in Lao Dao's eyes dissipated, the divine light became firm again, and the aura on his body began to skyrocket, "But so what?" I'm here for this fight! He is dead, you are his disciple and grandson, and you will go to this hundred-year covenant for your ancestors! ”

The wind is back on the viewing platform!

Those solidified frost and snow clouds were all shattered, and the young monks who were affected by the sword intent of this Mahayana sword cultivation all felt a pain in the sea of consciousness, and couldn't help but vomit blood.

What a terrifying power!

What a terrifying sword intent!

The expressions of the elders of the various factions changed drastically, and they hurriedly returned to protect them, and the viewing platform bloomed with various magic weapon lights, but they were crumbling in the violent aura. At this moment, a pure white light suddenly spread across Penglai's seat, reinforcing the aura of these crumbling magic weapons, making the elders of all factions feel lighter.

Immediately after, the golden light on the white-haired old Dao's body was like an exploding star, expanding towards the four fields.

The majestic sword light formed the sword domain, and he stood in front of the Jade Void Palace without saying a word from beginning to end, only raising the momentum to the apex, and the cold night of Beitang, who was waiting to fight him, was included in it.

The Mahayana period sword cultivator who didn't know the origin, the youngest sword venerable in the four realms and three seas, the two of them were raised to the same height after the shocking sword sound. The robe and black hair of Beitang's cold night flew behind him in the strong wind, and the face of the four realms did not deal with the fear of a strong enemy, only endless battle intent.

He lives and dies to kill.

Outside the sky, the black snow clouds circled and gathered again, and the blizzard between the heavens and the earth rose again, and the shadow of the frost dragon poked out of the clouds, and rushed towards the golden sword domain with a roar.

The people below were blessed by the Lord of Penglai Island, and finally got a little respite in this terrifying sword cultivation battle.

They watched in horror as the two of them fought, and saw that in the sword light that had forcibly carved out a realm between heaven and earth, every sword that the white-haired old dao stabbed towards the cold night of the North Hall was an incomparably sharp sword of death.

One sword, two swords, three swords...... Each sword is simple, yet ever-changing.

All the sword cultivators present, no matter what sect or faction, could see their swordsmanship from this minimalist arc, and it also made every sword fall in their eyes, making them feel unavoidable!

However, in the sword domain of this Mahayana sword cultivation, Beitang Hanye used the Qiankun sword in his hand to dissolve the sword style that attacked him one sword after another.

The frost dragon let out a roar, and its slender body was entrenched on this light cocoon, as if it had just broken through the formation on the pillar and left sword marks on it, and its five claws and body were used in unison.

Seeing that one sword after another he swung out was blocked by the cold night of Beitang, the divine light in Lao Dao's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The speed at which he drew his sword became slower and slower, but it was one sword that almost cut off Beitang's arm, and the other sword was only one point away from cutting his throat, and another sword pierced through his chest, bringing out a puddle of blood.

The scars left by the sword became deeper and deeper, but the battle intent in Beitang's cold night eyes became stronger and stronger, and the ferocious killing aura around his body gradually spread in the old Dao's Heaven-Breaking Sword Domain.

The light on Lao Dao's body became brighter and brighter, and among the older monks who watched the two of them fight, from the increasing wounds and splashing blood on Beitang's cold night with this invincible sword style, someone finally remembered the origin of this old Dao:

"Skybreaker Sword...... This is the sky-breaking sword intent! ”

Hundreds of years ago, there was a peerless sword cultivator who was born in the southern realm, and he intended to integrate the swordsmanship he learned in this life into his "Thirty-two Styles of Breaking the Heavens".

The Heaven Breaking Sword closed the death pass in order to comprehend the last sword "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One", and before the retreat, he had made a hundred-year covenant with the Kunlun Sword Venerable Shen Hao, and the last sword was practiced, which was the day of their decisive battle of life and death.

However, Shen Hao couldn't suppress the desire to kill, and finally sat down in Kunlun.

The Skybreaker Sword didn't catch up with the deadline and comprehended his last sword-

In other words, he's been dead for years!

In this world where there is no reincarnation and he falls into the netherworld without going to the shrine, he is a ghost who should not exist!

No wonder no one on the viewing platform recognized him when he appeared.

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It's hateful and it's not double, so I don't make a wish.

In a different way, I vowed to double change tomorrow.

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Chapter 38

At this moment, no one was wondering if Beitang Hanye could win a Mahayana consummate sword cultivation in this battle.

A deeper fear hangs over everyone's hearts.

They saw with their own eyes that the rules of the world no longer worked, that time had turned, that the river had reversed, and that the dead had returned from the netherworld to the human realm.

Because they had never seen such a scene, and they didn't know how to deal with it, everyone subconsciously pinned their hopes on the owner of Penglai Island.

They are unborn gods, the light of the opposite of the Netherworld, and if it were him, they would definitely be able to suppress this ghost that should not exist.

However, will he make a move?

"I don't think so."

Chu Yiyang stared solemnly at the cold night of Beitang, who had endured the thirty swords of the Heavenly Breaking Sword in the Golden Sword Domain, and the fatal wounds on his body were getting deeper and deeper, and the system heard him mutter, "But if he enters the demon now, the Penglai people will definitely kill him." ”

That's what this race would do.

"Don't you have any other way?"

Probably thinking that Beitang died here on a cold night, and the world was going to collapse with it, there was a rare trace of nervousness in the system's tone.

Chu Yiyang took his gaze back from Beitang Hanye, looked at his younger brother sitting on the seat of Yaochi, and thought that if the world was destroyed on this fork in the road, that passage stabilizer would at least be able to take him out alone.

His solemn expression suddenly dissipated, and his tone returned to all the downbeat casualness: "What else can I do?" I'm a meta-infancy. "If you want to interfere with the main plot, you have to match the strength of the strong enough," If you let me draw the identity of the owner of Penglai Island at the beginning, it is still possible. ”

There is so much that such a powerful hidden character can do.

The system listened to him say to himself, "If I survive this round, I'm going to be him in the next round." ”

In the Golden Sword Domain, no matter how bright the sword light that could penetrate the soul was, there was always a darkness that had been turned into killing to oppose him.

And outside the sword domain, the huge frost dragon also didn't stop trying to pierce and crush this solid sword domain for a moment, the frost-colored dragon claws fell into the light of the sword domain, countless frost crumbles on the tips of the claws, and the indestructible scales on the slender and huge dragon body were also cut out of the wounds, revealing the dark light inside.

"Hahaha-"

The white-haired old man let out a hearty laugh, but he didn't expect that Shen Hao was dead, and his apprentice could still block his thirty-one swords.

His thirty-first sword was blocked again, only to split the golden jade crown on Beitang's cold night's head in half.

The long black hair that had lost its restraint was completely scattered, and it was blown backwards in the wind, and Beitang Hanye never said a word, silently resisting the Heaven Breaking Sword, turning those deadly sword styles into wounds on his body that were not instantly fatal.

In the sword wind, the laughter of the old Tao stopped, and the light in his eyes became strange.

As if in advance, he spoke, "Young man, the next step is my last sword." ”

As the words fell, the tattered robe on his body swelled up, like a worn-out sail that had been mended and mended, and the sword that carried him on his back and carried Kunlun on his back was still ordinary like a sword made in a blacksmith shop in the mortal world.

Lao Dao lowered his right hand, and the tip of his sword pointed diagonally at the ground.

This is indeed the sword he took from the blacksmith shop in the mortal world, and he returned to the world in a daze, without even a copper coin to pay.

After all, it was never the sword itself that broke the sky, but the sword intent.

He looked at the cold night of Beitang, who had taken over his first thirty-one swords, and thought that the greatest wish of a sword cultivator in this life was to find an opponent who could take over his sword moves, in addition to flying to the sky, otherwise he had cultivated the last sword, but there was no one in the world to take it, what a pity.

Kitado's eyes had turned pure black, with a faint red glow that represented killing madness.

At this moment, he still didn't speak, just put the Qiankun sword in front of him, and made a defensive position with the arrival of Penglai's Bai Yuzhou, which was connected with the law of heaven and earth.

Lao Dao smiled at him with satisfaction, and then said slowly, "Breaking the sky thirty-two style, take the sword." ”

With a bang, the iron sword body in his hand broke inch by inch, turning into countless pieces of iron in the air, and the golden sword domain that imprisoned him and Beitang in the cold night also shattered with this sword body, and shattered with a bang!

The frost-colored dragon hovering above didn't have time to make any sound, and its massive body turned into a little frost along with the golden sword domain.

The golden sword light flew towards the four fields like a torrent!

All the floor tiles in front of the Jade Void Palace were lifted off and shattered into powder in the air.

The glacier and snow peaks beyond the top of Kunlun were all shaken, and the snow layer was separated, revealing the black color of the mountain rocks below.

The jade tree collapsed, and the birds and beasts in the mountains fell to the ground and died.

The entire Kunlun Great Array lit up, and the blue light neutralized the aftermath of the sword light.

And the white-haired old Taoist who stood in front of Beitang's cold night turned into golden light, abandoned the others, and rushed towards his Killing Sword Domain with a fit!

The golden light completely forced back the darkness that seemed to extend from his robe, reflecting the face of Beitang's cold night as pale as snow.

His eyes seemed to be condensed to the extreme darkness, and there was no light at all.

The Thirty-Two Heaven-Breaking Styles are the last sword that integrates all the swords he has mastered in his life.

At the last moment of incarnating into a sword, all the memories finally returned to Lao Dao's mind.

It was the last sword he had been seeking all his life, and he understood it, but there was no way to use it, because there was no sword in the world that could carry it.

Now he can use this sword that should not exist between heaven and earth, because he is dead.

Lao Dao's white hair was still scattered, but with a happy smile on his face, the distance between him and the cold night of Beitang was blurred in an instant.

The spirit easily passed through the Qiankun Sword in front of it, crushing the solid darkness in the Killing Sword Domain.