On the outskirts of the demon capital, Ming Soul Waterfall.

Ming Soul Waterfall has always been a beautiful scenery outside the demon capital, and it is also a good place for the nobles of the demon capital to play, compared to the side of the demon capital, as if the mountain is ten thousand miles high, the people of the demon capital are more willing to remember and admire the waterfall that falls from the position of the mountain close to the top of the mountain.

Thousands of waterfalls surging down, all the time to hit a few feet of stirring splash, a certain sage of the demon capital once said with a smile, dare to stay in the waterfall in the wash for three seconds, as long as it is not dead, ensure that the soul from the body is clear, the word soul, is named after this.

Aside from the deafening sound of the waterfall, it is indeed a good place to meditate, and for some people, the sound is not an obstacle.

Yao Chong stood in the pool under the Ming Soul Waterfall, in front of him was the turbulent Ming Soul Waterfall, behind him was the river that stretched away, and he only had one person, a sword.

Under the majesty of nature, even if he is the ruler of the demon capital, he is still as small as an ant.

Yao Chong raised Chongming in his hand and took a deep breath.

The water in the pond around him rippled layer by layer, as if countless small fish were bubbling up each other, and these irregular ripples spread, or dissipated in the river water that was rushing to the east, or were mercilessly shattered by the Ming Soul Waterfall, but more gently patted on the rock where Yao Chong stood, and never left again.

Gradually, the ripples became more and more rapid, like boiling, and countless splashes of water kept splashing, as if a wave was surging.

Yao Chong's sword jumped up, and the Chongming sword pointed straight at the sky, and as his sword edge went up, the pool water stirred up by the sword intent convulsion converged into a small whirlpool, gathering on the Chongming sword like a hundred rivers confluence, at this time, he was like holding a water lotus that could bloom at any time.

Above the lotus bud is the sharp tip of the Chongming sword.

"Go!"

Yao Chong let out a soft shout in his mouth, and the Chongming Sword came out of his hand, like a bolt of lightning, and attacked directly towards the incomparably vast Ming Soul Waterfall.

At this moment, a larger and more spectacular splash bloomed in the pool water under the Ming Soul Waterfall, and countless water columns rushed to the sky, as if this was not the source of the Li River that stretched for thousands of miles in the demon domain, but the depths of the endless blue sea where huge waves churned all year round.

Canglang swordsmanship is named after Canglang, and it can naturally have the potential of the sea.

Yao Chong slashed out a sword from the bottom up, and the sword blade pointed to was the source of the Ming Soul Waterfall.

He wanted to split the Soul Waterfall with a sword.

The Chongming Sword fell into the Ming Soul Waterfall, as if a needle fell into the vast blue waves, and the sword roar that tore through the air was engulfed by the loud sound of the torrent in an instant, and it no longer existed, and the Chongming Sword no longer appeared in Yao Chong's field of vision.

The waves gradually calmed down, Yao Chong's face remained unchanged, his eyes gradually climbed from the bottom of the Ming Soul Waterfall to a thousand feet, and near the rocks under his feet, the stirring water splashed never stopped.

A sword roar resounded between heaven and earth without warning, and a crack appeared in the Ming Soul Waterfall that flowed straight down.

There was not a trace of water in the crack, and a clearly visible sword mark appeared on the stone wall that had been washed into a smooth stone wall by the Ming Soul Waterfall over the years.

It was as if the curtain had been lifted and then violently torn apart, and a sword light shone in the crack, and it immediately stabbed into the sky.

A foot before the sword blade seemed to have a sword ray, and where it passed, the Ming Soul Waterfall spontaneously separated, and not a drop could fall on the Chongming Sword.

The crack continued to spread upwards in the Ming Soul Waterfall, and the curtain that was lifted became larger and larger, and with it, the height of the sword mark on the stone wall grew.

From the bottom of the Ming Soul Waterfall to the place where Yao Chong's line of sight could reach, the sword mark was always carved on the stone wall, and there was not a single point of difference.

From beginning to end, the Chongming Sword never touched the stone wall, and the only thing that cut out this sword mark was the sword intent that erupted on the Chongming Sword.

Similarly, it was not the Chongming Sword itself that cut the Ming Soul Waterfall, but just the sword intent.

It's just sword intent.

This is Yao Chong's sword.

This sword came from under the Ming Soul Waterfall, swaying upward, without moving half of the sword qi, but in a moment, it had already cut the Ming Soul Waterfall that fell from a thousand feet in two!

The Ming Soul Waterfall really became a curtain that gradually closed after the two pieces were fully bloomed, and the Chongming Sword broke through the top of the Ming Soul Waterfall, and the castration was still unabated, and the sword qi that had been restrained fluctuated out, as if it was going to pierce a sword into the clouds.

It wasn't until the Chongming Sword rushed to the sky that the splashes that were cut out began to fall gradually, and a heavy rain suddenly fell under the Ming Soul Waterfall.

Yao Chong stood in the midst of this heavy rain, his expression calm, and those water droplets were directly chopped by the fine sword intent around him before they fell on his body.

His people, like swords, exude powerful sword intent.

At this time, his gaze was still closely following the Chongming Sword, and there was solemnity and tension between his eyebrows.

It was only the sword intent that cut off the Ming Soul Waterfall, so what kind of power would the true essence of this sword have when it burst out?

Yao Chong himself also wanted to know the true power of this sword.

But after a moment, he sighed silently in his heart and stretched out his hand to the sky.

The sword qi on Chongming's sword dissipated abruptly, and a perfect arc was cut in mid-air, and the hilt of the sword fell steadily in his hand.

After receiving the sword, his face suddenly turned a little pale, and behind him, a voice asked, "Still can't you?"

Hearing this voice, a smile appeared on Yao Chong's face, and after calming the qi and blood in his chest with the wonton technique, he turned around and said, "It's not impossible, it's just that it's lacking." ”

A sword breaks through a thousand zhang waterfall, and the sword qi is enough to soar to the sky, if this sword is not good, most of the sword cultivators in the world can go to find a piece of tofu and kill it.

This sword was originally supposed to enter the dragon leap, go straight to the nine heavens, and completely cut off the shackles between the eighth and ninth orders, but Yao Chong still felt that something was lacking, so he didn't hand this sword out completely.

The imperfect Ninth Order is not the Ninth Order he wants.

It's not nitpicking, it's a real need.

As the eldest disciple of the Shoreless Sword Peak, the current emperor of the Demon Domain, his sword cultivation has fully met the standards of Shang Yunjian's heart, but his spiritual cultivation is accumulated after receiving Tu Shanjing's cultivation for decades.

Having a solid enough foundation can allow him to go further in the future, just like the kendo he has practiced since he was a child, if he doesn't even have a good foundation in basic swordsmanship, it is still difficult to practice the most powerful sword spectrum in the whole continent.

He needed the most solid foundation, so solid that he could split the clouds with a single sword slash.

Mo Qing was dressed in a white coat, like a weak little white flower in the cold wind of early winter, this weakness she would only show in front of Yao Chong, but more of a reason was her slightly bulging lower abdomen.

She looked at Yao Chong's posture of holding the sword in the air, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of indescribable joy.

Back then, in Momei Villa, he showed off his swordsmanship to her with a red face, and he cut off a large piece of the rockery in Momei Villa, and then was taken away by Long Yao unceremoniously, and slapped his ass three times, Gao Yangsong was laughing on the side, and she couldn't help but laugh.

Thinking of this, Mo Qing covered his mouth and chuckled, as if the lake was full of vitality in spring, which was particularly moving.

The current Yao Chong is still the same Yao Chong, otherwise the Chongming Sword would not have drawn such a show-off arc when he returned.

Beside Mo Qing, there is also a delicate and lovely girl, although her face is a little immature, her appearance has a bit of a taste of disaster for the country and the people, it is the little princess of the demon domain, Chongming.

Chongming held Mo Qing's arm, obviously liked to stick with Mo Qing, when she saw Yao Chong's sword to the sky, the excitement and pride in her heart were completely overflowing, and when she heard Yao Chong's words, she said loudly: "Brother, you are too modest." ”

Yao Chong smiled silently, put away his sword and walked back to the two most important women in his life, and said, "Next time, it will be even more spectacular than this one." ”

In fact, no matter when and where the great disciples of Wu'an Sword Peak are, they have no intention of competing with others to win, but when they fall into the ears of Chongming and Mo Qing, they are absolutely confident.

Mo Qing smiled: "Then we'll wait and see." ”

Chongming also couldn't wait to say: "That is, when you reach the ninth order, brother, go and kill all those traitors, so that we can do many, many things we want to do." ”

Yao Chong was slightly stunned, and then lost his smile, Chongming's words were a little childish, but they were indeed close to his thoughts, in order to solve the current chaos in the Demon Domain, it was necessary to unify the Demon Domain.

At that point, he will be able to do many of the things he wants to do.

As a Demon Emperor, he should have been busy with affairs, but today he just wanted to enjoy this quiet and beautiful time with Chongming and Mo Qing in front of this Ming Soul Waterfall.

Moreover, such a time will not be there for a long time after that.