His sword light collided with the sword soul's Sun Sword Qi, emitting a series of explosions.

The entire space was filled with sword qi, as if it was about to be torn apart.

"Boy, let me see how well you have cultivated your Yin Yang Infinite Sword Technique!"

"Yin and yang dance together, and Wuji breaks the sea with a sword."

Zhou Qiankun and the Sword Soul almost simultaneously used the Yin and Yang Infinite Sword Technique.

Two rounds of Taiji diagram are in the sky, yin and yang shake off the sun and moon, and there is only a Taiji diagram in the world.

Zhou Qiankun and the sword soul stood on the Taiji diagram, their expressions were cold, and they waved their swords at the same time.

The sword qi of Zhou Qiankun and the sword soul intertwined with each other, forming an invisible whirlwind that spread to all sides.

Where the whirlwind passed, the space broke instantly, and the mountains and rivers trembled.

The sword intent of the two intertwined in the air, forming a spectacular picture.

Zhou Qiankun's sword intent was as hot as fire, burning everything; And the sword intent of the sword soul is as cold as ice, condensing all things.

The two are like one positive and one negative, entangled for a moment, canceling each other out and disappearing invisibly.

Looking at this result, the sword soul laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, for many years, no one has been able to fight so many swords with the old man, boy, you are the first person!"

When Zhou Qiankun heard this, he immediately smiled indifferently.

He was equally proud to be recognized by a kendo spirit.

Then, on the body of the sword soul, a sense of sorrow emanated, and the entire space was suppressed by an extremely terrifying sword power.

Under the pressure of this sword, the space made a crackling sound, as if it could not withstand the power of this sword.

Zhou Qiankun felt that a thousand feet of mountain was pressed on his body, and it became extremely heavy.

He looked up at the Sword Soul, his face changing slightly.

This is absolutely the coercion of the Holy Spirit!

Until now, the sword soul of this Divine Sword Ancestor has finally cast that Holy Spirit Method.

The sword soul said in a solemn tone: "Boy, this last sword is my former mastery, the little holy art god burial song sword technique, there is no turning back from the sword, it is still too late for you to quit now." ”

As he spoke, the sword pressure on his body became more and more terrifying, and a funeral song sounded behind him, as if a god had fallen from the nine heavens, and the whole world was sad.

As the sword soul left by the Excalibur Sword Ancestor, he bears the responsibility of testing those who come after him.

The Excalibur Sword Ancestor had experienced the despair of the year of the burial fire, so he had extremely high requirements for the heirs.

He didn't want his heirs to have the same fate as him and fall in the year of the burial.

Therefore, the heir he wants is not the pride of heaven like him, but an existence that can surpass him.

As a sword soul, he admired Zhou Qiankun very much, but the will left by the Divine Sword Sword Ancestor could not be changed.

This last reminder is to let him quit in time, so as not to hurt his soul.

Zhou Qiankun felt that the power pressed on his body was several times stronger.

His expression became extremely proud, and his sword intent shattered the sword pressure that was pressing on his body.

Raising his hand, the primordial hybrid sword tore through the space and pointed directly at the sword soul.

"Seniors, my generation of sword cultivation, only forward, not backward, only in this way, can we live up to the sword in our hands."

Zhou Qiankun's tone was very resolute, which made the sword soul slightly stunned.

Then he burst out laughing and said, "Then take me with a sword!" ”

"Hold the sword and the white-clothed war god and demon, and send the god to death with a sword funeral song!"

The voice of the sword soul resounded throughout the space, and the divine sword in his hand emitted a brilliant light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

Zhou Qiankun held the Primordial Mixed Yuan Sword tightly, and the sword intent on his body instantly reached its peak.

He knew that this was a battle of life and death, and only by defeating the sword soul could he obtain the inheritance of the Divine Sword Ancestor.

The Sword Domain poured out like a tidal wave, covering the entire space.

Within the sword domain, all the power of the sword path is on the sword in his hand.

There's no need to think about it at the moment, just draw your sword.

Life and death, victory and defeat are no longer important.

The sword of the sword soul struck like a storm, and his swordsmanship was extremely powerful, and this sword carried the power to destroy everything.

Under the sword qi, there was a vision of the fall of the gods and Buddhas.

"Yin and Yang, frost, cold, thousands of autumns and snow, a sword of infinite eternity!"

The frost is cold, and the sword is wounded by the years.

The fire burns for eternity, and a sword is empty.

The two sword qi with opposite attributes condensed the Ice and Fire Taiji Diagram above the sky, and the Taiji Diagram flowed endlessly, as if the years of evolution had passed, and the sword was cold for eternity.

The sword intent of the two intertwined in the air, making a piercing collision sound.

The sword soul's sword technique became more and more violent, as if it was about to tear the entire space apart.

Under this sword, the Taiji diagram actually cracked, and it couldn't stop the sword of the Holy Spirit Law at all.

The terrifying sword intent shook Zhou Qiankun's soul, and his soul was actually damaged.

A smear of blood flowed from the corner of Zhou Qiankun's mouth, and he was shocked in his heart, it was worthy of the Holy Spirit Method, and it was really powerful.

Zhou Qiankun felt the tremendous pressure from the sword soul, but he didn't have the slightest intention of backing down.

He closed his eyes and felt everything around him.

Even in a desperate situation, the swordsman will not take half a step back!

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of determination and determination.

He raised the Primordial Mixed Yuan Sword, and the sword intent poured out like a tide.

His sword intent exploded instantly, and a huge sword aura erupted from his sword.

The sword path between heaven and earth was condensed on this sword, and at this moment, a golden lotus flower was born under Zhou Qiankun's feet.

When the sword soul saw it, his expression was slightly shocked.

"Kendo gives birth to Jin Lian, which is a sign of being recognized by kendo, where has this kid come to kendo?"

Sword Soul's eyes moved slightly, and he felt the changes in Zhou Qiankun's body.

The Ice and Fire Taiji Diagram stabilized, and the cracks disappeared completely.

With even more terrifying power, Tai Chitu pushed the sword back.

The two sword qi collided in the air, making a loud noise.

The entire space was shaken by the force of the blow, as if it were about to collapse.

Zhou Qiankun's sword qi gradually dissipated, and the sword aura of the sword soul gradually disappeared.

The figures of the two reappeared in space.

Zhou Qiankun looked at the sword soul, his eyes full of respect and gratitude.

He understood that this battle was not only a test for himself, but also a guide for the sword soul to himself.

If you really want to test him, just use the last sword.

The reason why Sword Soul cast all the heaven-level spells was to show him the mystery of those heaven-level spells, making it easier for him to control.

"Senior, thank you."

Zhou Qiankun said with a smile.

Sword Soul nodded, a relieved smile on his face.

"Boy, you have done a good job, you have passed my test and obtained the inheritance of the Divine Sword Ancestor."

After the sword soul finished speaking, with an open-minded meaning, it slowly disappeared into the space.

After the sword soul disappeared, only the empty thatched hut stood on the top of the mountain.

Zhou Qiankun looked at the thatched house on the top of the mountain, and with a little respect in his heart, he slowly pushed open the door.

There was only one stone table in the room, and on top of the stone table was a pitch-black sword and a roll of parchment.

Zhou Qiankun walked to the table, reached out to take the sword, and gently pulled out three inches.

The sword intent was swirling, and it easily cut the space into a crack of ten zhang.

Above the exposed three-inch blade, there is the power of law surrounding.

This is a holy weapon, and its name is dead.