A grand sword light lit up from the mountain, and in the blink of an eye, it swept in front of the white-clothed body.

Two men, one young and one middle-aged, one with a sword in his hand and one with a sword on his back, both dressed in white robes, stood opposite each other.

"It's you. ”

After looking at it for a long time, Su Yong finally grabbed that fleeting moment fragment in the long river of memory.

Zhuo Yuming smiled slightly, and said, "Great Sword Immortal Su, do you remember to be here?" The sword of the past, I said it would be rewarded in the future. Now that the cultivation is a little small, this is not the first time to deliberately come across the state, and return the grace of a sword to Su Dajian Immortal. ”

Su Yong's face was expressionless, and the young man opposite did not have much aura fluctuations, and it was difficult for him to judge the true cultivation of the other party. However, since he dared to come to Sanxingdong to find his own trouble, he obviously had sufficient confidence in his own cultivation.

"In that case, let's take the sword. ”

Stretching out his hand and pulling out the long sword behind his back, Su Yong looked at Zhuo Yuming coldly.

Zhuo Yuming nodded, his posture did not move, and the void flew upside down seven or eight feet away. Looking at Su Yong, who was full of qi, he noticed that the other party had just stepped into the realm of returning to Tibet.

"Then let's go down and pick up the sword of the Great Sword Immortal Su. Beckoning, Zhuo Yuming looked at Su Yong with a smile.

The sword light rose up, tore through the clouds and mist, and slashed towards Zhuo Yuming.

The loud sword light was dazzling and abnormal, mixed with the momentum of wind and thunder, and it fell like a bamboo.

A bit of blue light lit up from Zhuo Yuming's fingertips, and it grew stronger in the blink of an eye, forming a knife-like shape. A cyan sword light went up in reverse, colliding head-on with that sword qi. The sword qi slammed into his arms, and under a violent shock, the sword light shattered at the same time.

Waving his sleeves to shatter the surging residual sword qi, Zhuo Yuming smiled: "Why, Su Da Sword Immortal doesn't even bother to take out the natal flying sword." I don't think a sword can kill me. ”

Su Yong's face was a little ugly, judging from the ending of the collision of swords and swords just now, the other party's aura and magic power were really domineering. Although his own sword did not use all his strength, it also used seven or eight points of strength, but when it touched the opponent's air knife, it collapsed with one touch.

After pondering for a while, Su Yong, who had a gloomy face, raised his hand and offered a seven-inch flying sword with a narrow blade and a crystal light, which was his natal flying sword "Willow Leaf".

For the young man in white, he was a little surprised in his heart, this was only less than twenty years of time, and this person had already reached such a realm. I remember that when I encountered it back then, it was just a realm of Jindan Yuanying.

But if you really want to talk about regret or anything like that, you can't talk about it.

Pure sword cultivation has always been reckless, and when he would use a sword against Zhuo Yuming, it was nothing more than that Zhuo Yuming was dissatisfied with Zhuo Yuming's inaction and the death of his own sect disciples, and he wanted to punish him. Now that Zhuo Yuming has come to the Sanxing Cave to seek revenge for himself, even if he is already an earth immortal cultivator, he will not regret it at all. If you bully the soft and fear the hard, wouldn't you be ashamed of having a clear sword heart to yourself.

Seeing that Su Yong also directly sacrificed the natal flying sword, Zhuo Yuming raised his hand and slashed over with the Eight Desolation Divine Sword again.

The natal flying sword named Willow Leaf turned into a turquoise sword light and flew towards the sword light.

It's just that even though Su Yong sacrificed the Natal Flying Sword, it didn't achieve much more significant results than before, and the sword light was still shattered at the same time as the sword light.

Zhuo Yuming pinched the trick with his left hand, and in the roar of thunder, the bright thunder of the Dao flickered, and a thunder armor was built on Zhuo Yuming's body. The surging spiritual power surged, the thunder was blazing, and a majestic Dharma image standing up to the sky and the earth stood up. It is like a thunder god will stand high in the clouds, shining brightly.

The giant magic elephant reached out and tore down a large handful of thunder light from the clouds and threw it at Su Yong.

The flying sword swung up pieces of sword light, smashing all the thunder light.

A clear sword light passed through the sea of thunder in the sky, pointing directly at the majestic Dharma Body.

The thunder light that had already shattered surged again, tightly entangled around the natal flying sword like ten thousand snakes. As the sword light was entangled by the thunder, more five-colored thunderbolts fell from the sky, slashing towards the flying sword as narrow as a willow leaf.

As more thunder light fell, it was like a woven divine light snare wrapping the flying sword layer by layer.

The Natal Flying Sword, which was heavily imprisoned, trembled under the erosion of the thunder light, and roared in a low voice.

The natal flying sword was contained, and Su Yong was anxious. Both hands pinched at the same time, and the exercises flowed with all their might, and the sword light was flourishing. Under the tremor and struggle of the Natal Flying Sword, the thunder light restraint gradually collapsed. With Su Yong's shout, the flying sword finally broke free from the shackles of thunder light, and slashed down towards Zhuo Yuming's thunder god law body again.

Zhuo Yuming sneered, both of them returned to the Tibetan realm, and the simple cultivation of this Su Great Sword Immortal was really much worse than that of Jinse and Ningji, and it was really a little disappointing. With his combat power, he was enough to kill him even in the late stage of Dong Xuan.

Zhuo Yuming, who couldn't help but be a little bored, didn't bother to rub more friction with this three-star cave sword cultivator who was a sparse sword cultivator, and under the flow of spiritual power, a sharp and incomparable sword qi rose to the sky, slashing down towards the flying natal flying sword.

The Eight Desolation Divine Sword, which was running to the extreme, slashed down and slashed at the flying sword.

After absorbing the spiritual power in the loess block, Zhuo Yuming's Eight Desolation Divine Sword is now a higher level than before. The dark blue sword light was mixed with a deep dark yellow, and the sharp knife light was like a broken bamboo, and the natal flying sword that Su Ji had spent a lot of mental and financial resources in the sea of qi was suddenly slashed down, and the aura on the sword body suddenly dimmed.

Su Yong, whose natal flying sword was severely frustrated, was implicated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the robe on his chest was dyed bright red.

Before Su Yong could regain the flying sword, Zhuo Yuming's hand was already full of thunder, and a thick five-colored thunder light burst out. Feeling the violent aura of the thunder light, Su Yong hurriedly harnessed the flying sword willow leaf to intercept the thunder light in mid-air.

It's just that the Heavenly Thunder Extreme Industry Theory formed by the fusion of five-colored thunder light is not inferior to the Eight Desolation Divine Sword, and after the flying sword willow leaf was struck by the thunder, the light dimmed a little bit.

It's a pity that the flying sword flying back in a hurry couldn't stop the thunder light Jiaolong at all, and the thunder light broke through the sword qi blockade of the flying sword and still rushed straight to Su Yun. After all, this Guizang Sword Cultivator showed a trace of panic on his face at this moment, and he knew in his heart that if he was hit by this thunderbolt, he would definitely die.

At the last moment, a colorful divine light shot from the top of the peak and crashed into the thunder light.

After the divine light emitted by that magic weapon of extremely extraordinary rank collided with the thunder light, there was a bang, and the entire Star Picking Mountain Realm felt a tremor that shook the mountain.

Under the cover of that divine light, Su Yong also urged his body to withdraw from the explosive whirlpool in an instant.

A figure dressed in a gray two-color Taoist robe suddenly appeared on Su Yong's side, the old Taoist with white hair and white beard, and a fairy appearance.

"Since Your Excellency doesn't put my three-star cave in your eyes, then my three-star cave will come to meet you for a while. ”

Behind the old man, a colorful flag was suspended, and he sneered.