The Northern Meditation Cultivator has seen many people standing at the peak of the cultivation world draw their swords.

The sword of the real person on the cliff is hidden in the simplicity of the earth-shattering sword energy, he has already seen the ethereal road between heaven and earth after the waves rush, if it were not for the battle in the capital, he could almost touch the unreachable moat.

The sword of the sect master of the Snow Peak Sword Sect is a completely different path from the real person of the cliff, leaving no stone unturned in the sword, and the power and coercion bloom at the same time, bringing the ultimate oppressive force, unreasonable, but it seems to be the greatest truth in heaven and earth, so her sword can be suppressed when it is strong, and it can be defeated when it is weak, if the three swords of the sect master of the Snow Peak Sword Sect are not a sword and a sword to give him time to prepare, the three swords will go down in a row, and he will not be able to withstand it in his heyday.

Ming Dao's sword path is different from both of them, and today, only he can do it.

Canglang Gate has the inheritance of Canglang Gate, Xuefeng Sword Sect has the inheritance of Xuefeng Sword Sect, and Ming Dao's sword path has not been inherited for the time being, and it is extremely difficult to have an inheritance.

In his heart, he has countless swordsmanship cheats in the stargazing map, and there are thousands of ink swords in his hand, all of which are hidden in his heart.

This is a sword path that only Ming Dao, who is also the essence of the two secret realms of Wu'an Sword Peak and Momei Mountain Villa, can come out, and it is also the sword path that Bei Ming Xiu and others are now preparing to comprehend.

Bei Mingxiu's gaze fell on the ink sword in Ming Dao's hand, the ink of this ink sword seemed to be a little faint, giving people a vague feeling, this elusive feeling is the most dangerous.

Ming Dao raised his sword and said with a smile: "If any of you force this sword in my hand to show its edge, then you will win." ”

He raised his left hand, the sleeves of his robe flew, and picked up four stars around him, and with a flick of his hand, four sword lights attacked the four people of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and this battle in the ink array began.

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The four sword lights were like ink pens, drawing four trajectories in the air, each with a slightly different brushstroke, and at the same time, the four voices echoed in the sea of consciousness of the four Northern Cultivators.

"The body and mind are like a mirror, which can reflect everything in front of you, it's really wonderful, Yuan Xue Xiaoyou, and take me a shot of too void sword intent to try. ”

"The girl from Tantai has an extraordinary background, her dreams are woven in the sword, and she is worthy of the name of the only sword in the world, I don't know how to deal with my broken dream of thirteen swords?"

"Qi Tian's stick should have been fierce and fierce, but your practice is already a little different, but it is more suitable for you than your father's method, my nephew and daughter-in-law, you might as well try to deal with my finger-twisting sword?"

Ming Dao's voice was full of heartiness and confidence, as if he was pointing out the grandmasters of the world, and he was indeed a generation of grandmasters, and the three girls who could be instructed by him were not ordinary cultivators.

The fourth sentence left for the Northern Meditation Cultivator has no unbridled and chic feelings at all.

"North Shadow Boy, if I don't take this opportunity to beat you today, I feel sorry for myself, take the sword!"

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The four sentences came to an abrupt end at the same time, and the momentum of the four flying ink swords also changed.

Yuan Xue's eyes widened, staring at the ink sword in front of her, and the autumn water in her hand was almost about to stab out, but now, she actually discovered a terrifying fact.

She couldn't see through the sword.

In the past, as long as she could see the moves performed by one person at a time, she could quickly learn them, even the secrets such as the internal breath operation method could be guessed by herself, but now the ink sword in front of her was almost a mess, scattered, and there were no moves at all, if it weren't for the fierce sword qi that came to her face, she would even think that Ming Dao didn't have a sword at all.

And when she confirmed that Ming Dao's sword was greasy, the ink sword was no more than ten feet away from her, and the thick ink layer by layer bloomed, like a blooming firework, and after a moment of brilliance, it really disappeared, but Yuan Xue could still feel the oncoming sword qi.

She suddenly understood what kind of existence the Taixu sword qi in Ming Dao's mouth was, this sword stabbed out, only the sword qi was hidden in the void, and she couldn't see through this layer of protective color, let alone learn it temporarily, even if she wanted to resist it, she couldn't judge the real attack direction of the sword qi.

This sword is formless and substantial, so how can you see through it?

A bead of sweat flowed down her soft neck, Yuan Xue clenched the autumn water, gritted her teeth and waited.

She began to panic.

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Yutai Yimeng stared at the ink sword that flew towards her.

Broken Dream Thirteen Swords, she once heard of it, it seems to be a small sect's town sect mastery, when she just entered the WTO, their head seemed to say that her name of the sword was not worthy of the name, and threatened to challenge her, so she went, but the old master was broken by her two swords, and the Dream Thirteen Swords were really broken.

The old man's swordsmanship may be mediocre, or maybe he really has some doorways, but she didn't care, because except for the first sword, the old man has never been able to produce a sword.

Ming Dao's ink sword reminded her of the battle when she had just become famous, and she also understood the origin of the word "broken dream" in this swordsmanship.

No matter what is in front of him, the ink sword is just indomitable, shaking everything around him with almost violent spiritual power fluctuations, whether it is spiritual power spells or thoughts, they are all expelled by the shocks on this sword, even if it is a dream, there is only one ending: shattering.

It is not so much that this is a set of swordsmanship, but that this is a special spiritual power operation method, if it is used by a cultivator who is not cultivated enough, either his own meridians will be broken, or the blade will not be able to withstand the pressure and shatter.

It's no wonder that the old man's swordsmanship is ordinary, it turns out that he has lost the basic of the thirteen swords of the Broken Dream, and he can still exert his due power.

Ming Dao does not have these many restrictions, he used the art of the sword to cast the thirteen swords of broken dreams, the sword condensed with spiritual ink will not only not be shattered by himself, but also maximize the power of the shock, she slashed out of the idea of the dream in a few moments, even the ink sword can not be broken, let alone reach the sea of knowledge of Ming Dao.

The original ordinary swordsmanship can often be given more possibilities in the flexible ink sword, and now Yutai has seen the Thirteen Swords of Broken Dreams that are completely different from those of the past, or in other words, the real Thirteen Swords of Broken Dreams.

She clenched her grip on the nightmare, and rushed forward with her sword, facing the edge of the ink sword.

Since the idea can't work, then fight with sword against sword, and fight happily.

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Yu Luoxia held the Mingxia stick in her hand and pointed it out towards Ming Dao's ink sword.

When confronting Dongfang Xin in Zhongzhou City, Yu Changping once used a flat stick to force Dongfang Xin to be distracted by a light tap in the air, and now Yu Luoxia is also using that.

Her spiritual power is different from her father's, but she has already scored seven points for Shen Yun in the stick, plus her perception when she practiced in Huangsha Town, this seems to be an understatement, which is enough to make many people feel like a great enemy.

But among these people, there will definitely be no Ming Dao.

The ink sword collided with the Mingxia stick, and there was no sound coming out, the Mingxia stick seemed to hit the cotton, and there was no way to focus at all, but the ink sword still maintained the form of a sword, and there was no sign of being scattered.

In the moment when Yu Luoxia was stunned, the ink sword was already wrapped around her Mingxia stick, like a small snake entrenched on a branch, frantically rushing towards the higher.

Yu Luoxia's hand had a sharp pain, she looked fixedly, the hand holding Mingxia's stick had been cut several times by the sword qi in the ink sword, and there was no blood flowing out, but it was really painful.

If she doesn't abandon the stick quickly, her hand will inevitably be wrapped around the ink sword, and she will inevitably suffer a lot of injuries at that time, but if she abandons the stick, her combat effectiveness will also be greatly reduced.

She now has to make a choice, even if both lead to failure.

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Bei Mingxiu's heart was full of admiration.

Ming Dao's attack on the three ink swords of the three girls is completely different swordsmanship, some break the opponent's strengths, and some target the opponent's weaknesses, all of which are the right medicine, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

And the reason why he still had the leisure to observe the exit that others were facing was only because of the ink sword that attacked him...... It's slow.

When everyone else was fighting with the ink sword, the ink sword in front of him was still slowly floating towards him, and it seemed that there was no edge at all.

Bei Ming Xiu couldn't help but start thinking about how Ming Dao would target his weaknesses.

Speaking of, what is his weakness?

Northern Meditation suddenly found it difficult for him to answer this question.

At this moment, the ink sword suddenly increased its speed and went straight to his chest.