"To deal with you old guy, why do you need to use the Blood Demon Sword and the Canglang Sword Formation?"

Hearing Ming Dao's arrogant words, Yue Qingfeng only sneered and remained silent.

After a brief confrontation before, he already knew that Ming Dao had the strength to fight the immortals.

With his cultivation realm that is only one line away from Yunding, combined with the countless blood demon swords in the hands of the sword demons back then, or the famous Canglang Sword Formation of the Shoreless Sword Peak, he has the ability to rival the immortals.

However, those are ordinary immortals, and they will not be him.

He had been instructed by Xun Rizhao in his early years, and after he reached the immortal level, he saw the mystery above the top of the clouds, and he took a step forward in these decades, and the speed of condensing spiritual power was far beyond that of ordinary immortals. Now he is standing in the clouds, and every breath can cause the spiritual power of heaven and earth to shake, and turning his hands and hands can make the sea of clouds surge and the sky to shake.

Ming Dao was able to hold on to his hands for a long time, which was beyond his original expectations.

If he hadn't sensed the strange aura below, and heard Gou Rushan's vague urging words, he really wanted to push Ming Dao to the limit before making a killing move, and see if the apprentice of Momei Mountain Villa could bring him a deep understanding after he had exhausted everything.

Above the immortal level, there are still gods, and the only one in the world who has a clear record of being among the gods is only Mr. Mo Wushuang of Momei Villa who died under the heavenly punishment. The only ones who can match it are Shang Yunjian, who holds Tianxuan, and their Immortal Venerable Dongfang Xin, but even these two are not gods who can really open up the domain of one party.

In the depths of Yue Qingfeng's eyes, there seemed to be a flame rising.

He didn't know whether Dongfang Xin had reached the god level, but whether it was the second, third or fourth person, he just wanted to see the scenery there, otherwise how could he be willing in this life?

Ming Dao is so public, there must be a hole card, and he wants to use this hole card to get a glimpse of the true meaning of the god level.

Then, shoot down Ming Dao from the clouds, and lay down the situation here in one fell swoop.

He is self-confident and more capable.

......

Ming Dao took a deep breath, only to feel that the ink sword in his hand was extremely heavy.

In fact, the ink sword in his hand now was indeed very heavy, and all the spiritual ink he could control had been gathered in this sword.

He had been waiting for several years to save up this sword, and when it came to the end, he was a little nervous.

Ming Dao laughed at himself in his heart, and then his eyes returned to firmness, his hands clenched the hilt of the ink sword, and he laughed heartily: "Yue Lao'er, do you dare to take my sword?"

The Qiankun ball in Yue Qingfeng's hand flashed, and the clear light reappeared, enveloping his whole person in the light, like a god.

He imprinted his palm on the Qiankun Ball, directly shattering it from the inside out, and the fragments condensed in his hands, forming two pieces of armor that shimmered with silver-white brilliance.

The hand armor returned to its place, Yue Qingfeng's whole person momentum went to a higher level, as if he could break through the clouds above his head, he clenched his fists, and there seemed to be ten thousand thunderbolts gathering in it, once it exploded, it would definitely make the heavens and the earth shocked.

Seeing this, the smile on Ming Dao's face became brighter and brighter.

Yes

is enough to make this Yue Qingfeng put on such an appearance as if he is facing a great enemy, no matter whether this sword can be made or not, his heart can be happy.

The sword path of the Shoreless Sword Peak is to have a happy heart!

Ming Dao shouted, and the ink sword in his hand pointed directly at the top of the cloud, and then slashed down with a sword.

A sword qi swept between heaven and earth, and if this sword light was not as black as ink, it would definitely be able to make this night sky brighter than day.

The sword qi is like a rainbow, breaking through the sky, although it is a sword, there are thousands of sword moves dancing wildly.

Those are the treasures of the sword in the stargazing map of Momei Villa, it is the essence of the sword in the world for thousands of years, Ming Dao since he was young, he has been traveling in this sword inventory, and after getting Shang Yunjian's preaching, he is gradually able to integrate it, and today, he has long been the top sword cultivator in the world, and when it comes to the breadth of swordsmanship, Shang Yunjian is not as good as him.

When he condenses the ink sword, he usually adjusts the ink sword according to the sword moves he uses.

The ink sword of the heavy sword move is heavier and heavier when you look at it; the ink sword spirit ink of the soft sword move flows smoothly, as if it is a trickle......

Thousands of sword moves are in his alarm clock, and they are all in his sword at this moment.

The ink sword in his hand gathers all the spiritual ink on his body, and also condenses all his sword paths.

Decades of kendo accumulation have turned into today's earth-shattering sword!

Yue Qingfeng's expression changed drastically at this moment.

What he saw in his eyes was a black ink sword that was extremely hidden in the night, slashing from top to bottom.

But in his sea of knowledge, there are countless ink swords that make all kinds of sword moves, and this unknown number of sword moves colleagues crisscross in his sea of knowledge, as if they want to cut his sea of knowledge.

Yue Qingfeng was a well-informed old man of the Holy Pavilion, and he hurriedly calmed down his mind and killed the shadows of these sword moves in the sea of knowledge, but the surprise in his heart still did not fade.

Ming Dao's sword actually has so many sword moves at its core?

Ming Dao didn't explain anything, even if he wanted to show off in front of Yue Qingfeng, he didn't have the leisure at all.

He was completely immersed in his own sword.

He had personally used those sword moves, but now with just a little thought, he could all gather them in the ink sword in his hand.

What guides these sword moves is a wave that sweeps everything.

Water can hold everything, even in the form of raging waves.

Those sword moves and sword movements are all part of the waves.

The sword of the waves, rushing forward!

With a soft sound, the ink-colored majestic sword qi cut through the top of the clouds, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi flowed endlessly, straight to the sky, and the reflected golden eyes in the air were full of golden light, but this golden light was directly dimmed after a moment, as if it was a candle flame that was extinguished.

Naturally, this scene would not be seen clearly by the people in the world, but that moment of golden light still stunned some people who were idle at night for a moment, completely unaware of what was happening.

Yue Qingfeng slammed his hands together in front of him, sandwiching the originally invisible ink-colored sword qi between his hands, and on his old face, the green tendons were already bursting out.

Ming Dao's sword actually broke through the top of the clouds, and it even alarmed the Eye of the Firmament!

As an immortal, he knew very well what these two images represented, and how much stronger the latter was than the former.

The sword broke through the top of the clouds, and it had already cut the gap between immortals and mortals.

But if it can alarm the Eye of the Firmament, it means that this sword of the Ming Dao can already threaten this Heavenly Dao, at least it has the potential to threaten the Heavenly Dao.

How can it be?

Yue Qingfeng shouted wildly in his heart, but no matter how unbelievable it was, he had to admit that Ming Dao was powerful.

He had already absorbed all the spiritual power around him, but he still couldn't wear out the sword qi of the ink sword, and the fragments of the Qiankun ball were constantly trembling, and there was a tendency to be irresistible.

Is this really a sword that a beginner can slash?

But he understood in an instant.

It's not a sword.

The sword formed by the condensation of thousands of sword moves could never be just a sword.

The convergence of these sword moves and sword momentum is the Canglang Sword Formation!

With the Canglang Sword Formation as the core, the thousands of sword moves in the stargazing map as the material, and the lifelong kendo practice through the inside and outside, there is this sword that splits the top of the clouds.

Such a sword, when extraordinary all!

The sword qi passed through Yue Qingfeng's hands, as if a gust of wind was blowing.

So the fragments of the Qiankun Ball really became fragments.

Yue Qingfeng's face was dazed.

A wound appeared in his chest.

The wound was empty, completely penetrated, and all the flesh and viscera had become scattered powder.

His complexion changed alternately for a long time, and finally he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

The ambition of the god level is not what he should have after all.

There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the sky, and today he understands the true meaning of these eight words.

Yue Qingfeng's body slowly dissipated, and everything in his body returned to heaven and earth.

A rain fell with a thunderclap, as if announcing the departure of an immortal.

Ming Dao withdrew the ink sword, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Although some of the time stipulated by the second senior sister has been exceeded, in the end, it can be regarded as living up to the trust, the second senior sister should not beat him up with her own hands, right?

Then he arched his hand towards the slowly healing crack in the clouds, his expression proud and serious.

On the other side of the crack, under the eyes of the firmament, there were faintly many people clasping their fists in return, as if there were congratulations, ridicule, and even heroic laughter.

It is both a greeting and a welcome.

Ming Dao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He finally lived up to expectations and reached the immortal rank, and he thought that this sword alone was enough to make the fourth senior brother praise.

The ink sword in his hand quietly dissipated, and Ming Dao looked up to the sky and smiled, until the crack on the top of the cloud closed, and the laughter was endless.