The grass is full of green leaves, and the crape myrtle fights the ancient sword immortal.

Ziwei sighed softly, even if it was his former ancestor, there was only a trace of unwilling soul left. In order to move forward, he had to do that.

The third punch was blasted, but it hadn't even been able to break his Skyfire blockade. Ziwei snorted coldly, practiced seven punches, and the seven divine rays went against the sky, and the terrifying coercion made the pupils of the old man in the distance shrink. In an instant, the flames dissipated, and the five dragon souls also disappeared from this sky, disappearing forever and ever.

The next moment, the whole shijie was quiet.

"Bang~" Ziwei knelt heavily on the ground, her face was heavy, her eyes were slightly closed, and she bowed and bowed to the void that was still full of high temperatures.

Several people behind him bowed to the void with heavy hearts. In order to move forward, they had to.

"I don't know who this divine dragon is, do such a big salute!" The direction of the voice was from the northeast.

Everyone trembled slightly, and they all looked there.

The strength of that sword immortal is enough to have the strength of the True Immortal Eight Heavens, and with every move, he has an invincible posture, except for Ziwei, the other four people are burdened with great spiritual coercion. He walked towards them with his feet raised, and with each step he took, the void rippled faintly.

Ziwei got up from the ground, her eyes narrowed slightly, looked at the sword fairy, and burst into bursts of divine light. He knew that the strength of this sword immortal was extraordinary.

Seven steps out, the sword immortal stopped in the sky about a hundred meters away from Ziwei.

Ziwei said: "The Sword Immortal of the True Immortal Eight Heavens, why did he fall here when he ascended? ”

The sword immortal's heart shook slightly, and he looked up at the high sky, with a slight confusion in his eyes, and said, "Many years have passed, and who else can remember my name, Hu Jinsong!"

Ziwei really couldn't search for this name from her memory, and said, "The Sword Immortal of the Eight Heavens, shouldn't it be very easy to face the real Ascendant?"

Hu Jinsong said: "You can actually see my strength, which means that you are not much weaker than me at all." To tell you the truth, there are too many terrifying beings in this Ascendant, and they are not at all what they imagined. When he became an immortal in the human world, he was positioned in the sixth heaven, stayed for nine hundred years, and rose to the eighth heaven, and he was originally full of confidence in his ascension, but he thought of dying in the second layer. There was a slight fear in his expression, as if he didn't want to mention the past.

Ziwei said, "Senior, I don't want to do anything with you, you can't beat me." ”

Hu Jinsong was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "This junior, maybe you have invincible power in the world, and the whole human world is afraid of you." However, you must know that I have been in the realm of the True Immortal Eight Heavens for hundreds of millions of years, understand? ”

Ziwei also smiled lightly, "Senior, this may be enough!"

The two seemed to be talking and laughing, smiling at each other. Underground, there is already an undercurrent surging, and murderous opportunities are lurking. Everyone held their breath and didn't dare to speak, just watched them quietly, secretly accumulating their strength.

Ziwei hugged her chest and smiled, and the old man held the dust whisk in his hand and chuckled. For a while, neither of them moved, but the momentum was secretly accumulating.

In the second shijie, spring is full of grass, the sun is red, the sky is blue, and the treetops are green. A few small animals ran happily there, and the warm spring breeze blew on their faces and stirred their long hair.

Ziwei snorted lightly, "Senior, let's see how strong your strength is!" As she spoke, she pulled out the Ziyun Giant Sword and exerted force on the soles of her feet, and the whole person turned into a streamer and ran straight towards Hu Jinsong.

Hu Jinsong didn't care too much about it at all, and his expression was still slightly smiling. With a light wave of the dust, a little bit of brilliance flashed, forcing out the crape myrtle hidden in the void, and there was nothing to hide.

"Child, you are too bloody and impulsive, and you are not patient enough!" he felt more clearly that Ziwei had brought him infinite coercion, and he had to deal with it with all his strength.

The giant sword in Ziwei's hand was like an indestructible blade, emitting a series of sky-breaking sword qi, forcing Hu Jinsong to snort softly, and retreated again and again, avoiding its edge first.

Dozens of sword qi went down in a row, stirring vertically and horizontally throughout the Xuan Realm, the woods were leveled and flattened, and a bottomless ravine was split out on the grassland. Shijie, who was originally full of spring, became a chaotic place like an ancient battlefield in the blink of an eye.

The people of Nanwei were slightly surprised in their hearts, such a terrifying sword qi, if they touched it, it would be stained with the aftermath, and they might be crushed to pieces. And the old man in front of him, in the process of retreating, picked up Ziwei's sword qi with ease.

Hu Jinsong's eyes flashed with a hint of approval: "Yes, it's worth my full effort!"

"The thunder is earth-shattering, and the first type is broken. ”

With a sound of "ding~", the long sword on his back seemed to be resurrected on its own, and it was drawn out in an instant, hanging horizontally over his head, and the sword body exuded a faint cyan glow.

As a sword immortal of the wind system, what he pursues is extreme speed and invincible sword energy. Each line of swordsman has a different pursuit.

"Click~", in the sky, the void was torn apart, and a heavenly thunder fell, hitting the tip of the sword. The sword body shook slightly, and a sword ray of thirty zhang long was slashed, breaking through the air, directly approaching Ziwei's body.

Nan Wei in the back looked a little worried, and said softly: "This set of swordsmanship is an ancient swordsmanship that has been lost for a long time. According to legend, it has a total of nine styles, none of which can attract the heavenly thunder for their own use, increase the sword qi of liliang, many people in the world want to get him, but countless people have not been able to explore it. Unexpectedly, I met here today. ”

The white-veined tiger looked uncertain, and secretly stored strength, in case Ziwei dared to rescue as soon as possible when something unexpected happened.

Ziwei's expression was grim and indifferent, and she shouted softly, "The first step of the Phantom Sword Seven Steps - Sky Collapse!" "Hum~" A sound that broke through the sky came. A purple divine light was struck, this was the second time he had used this set of swordsmanship after he became an immortal, because the requirements of this set of swordsmanship on Yuan Force were too terrifying.

Hu Jinsong's pupils shrank slightly, and his expression was slightly incredible.

After the first four steps, all the Yuan Force in his body was drained. Five, six, and seven steps are all necessary to extract the power of one's own soul, and let go of the Qiankun bag to replenish it with the dark origin liliang.

Therefore, he didn't encounter any enemies after that, even if he faced Qiu Yu'er several times later, he didn't use this move. However, what he himself does not deny is that the power of this set of swordsmanship is too powerful.

The purple divine light streaked across the sky, approaching the cyan divine light, and the entire space trembled slightly.

Immediately, Hu Jinsong shouted lightly again: "Second Style-Wusheng!" He was afraid that his first line would not be able to resist at all, the long sword suspended above his head had already been taken into his hand, and the long sword in his hand was swung out with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops, and the second cyan sword qi was hit out without reservation.

A rumbling sound shook the sky. Two blue rays of light and a purple light collided violently in the void. Even the space was slightly blurred.

Ziwei's heart shook slightly, the space in this place is too strong, if it is in the human realm, if this blow continues, the void does not know what it will be broken into.

After a long time, Hu Jinsong said: "It's terrible, the power of this legendary sword technique is really even more terrifying than I imagined, Xuanhuang Tianzun, right?"

Ziwei was slightly stunned and said, "Do you know this set of swordsmanship?"

Hu Jinsong looked up at Tiandao: "I have studied kendo for countless years, and I have tried to create swordsmanship. When I was not yet an immortal, how long had my master already ascended, and he told me at that time that there were many supreme and resolute in the world, and the strongest of them was none other than the sword technique created by several great heavenly daos, and the reputation of the Phantom Sword Seven Steps Slash was so great, how could I not know it?"

Ziwei said: "In our life, swordsmen have become very few!"

"Really, it seems that no one knows about your swordsmanship!" he looked a little lonely.

Hu Jinsong said: "Tianzun, I will do my best to stop you." Even if, I know the fact that it's impossible!"

"Split into five!" Suddenly, five people who looked exactly like him appeared, standing side by side on the void, staring at Ziwei.

Ziwei said: "This trick again." ”

Five of him shouted at the same time, "Zuihou will decide the winner with one blow, if I die, the old man will die without regrets." ”

"Thunder and earth-shattering Ninth Type - Thunder Nine Days. ”

Five people, holding five identical fairy swords, pointed high in the sky, the sky tore a huge crack, and a bucket-thick cyan thunderbolt smashed down, and at the moment it reached the clouds, it split into five and fell on the tip of their sword.

The bodies of the five shook slightly, arranged in a five-star array, and the tips of the five swords touched together. Suddenly, a dazzling divine light shot out, illuminating the entire sky.

With a "hum", a glow as green water slashed towards Ziwei, Nanwei and others.

Ziwei shouted, "The Phantom Sword slashes the seventh step in seven steps - Heaven and Earth are destroyed." The Purple Cloud Giant Sword in his hand was raised high above his head, and at the same time, the sword exuded endless true immortal power, overwhelming everyone around him.

With a wave of his big hand, the giant sword in his hand swept out with an invincible momentum, and a purple divine light struck, fiercely facing the cyan divine light.

When the five cultivators of the Eight Heavens Strength Existence gathered together, it was more than enough to face the existence of a True Immortal Nine Heavens.

However, what they didn't expect was that this Nine Heavens was directly positioned, and it was the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, which was completely different.

Even in the face of five ancient sword immortals, with endless combat experience. He didn't have the slightest fear, but the fighting spirit in his heart was slowly burning.

"Click", everyone's hearts beat and jumped, the green mang was so vulnerable to shattering, Hu Jinsong just smiled, and did not choose to resist, in his opinion, this is a relief.

Suddenly, Zimang passed through Hu Jinsong's body from his waist. Ziwei couldn't bear to let this old man die too tragically. The left hand shot out a fiery red ray, burning the body, and then buried the ashes forever under this feng shui treasure.

He believed that it would not be long before the place would be full of grass and green leaves.

(To be continued) for collection......