Philistines practice swordsmanship, hoping to enter the realm of sword flying. While pursuing the way of the sword, he also regarded it as a slave trampling on the sword.

It's ridiculous.

Masters practice swords, will never pay attention to what sword flying, ten thousand swords paving, only willing to be accompanied by the sword, accompanied by the sword, can understand a sincere sword heart.

And the realm of the sword immortal is already "the sword edge is not at the top, and a shadow is born in one heart".

The shadow of the sword immortal's body and mind is his sword.

The sword hanging half a zhang behind the Sword Immortal was the shadow of his body and mind. For hundreds of years, no matter when or where you go, it has always been with you and has never changed.

With a "broken cocoon", the holy sword treasure box that was transformed from the shadow of body and mind behind the sword fairy suddenly divided to both sides.

It's like a peanut with its shell peeled open.

The sword qi instantly spread to the sky, and a holy sword that could not be harmed by all the evil demons in the world appeared from the box with thousands of golden lights.

The holy sword followed the master's thoughts, giving birth to dozens of miles of sword wind, sweeping away the bloody sky.

The golden sword body, which was difficult to distinguish to the human eye, trembled slightly, and the sword shadow poured out from the place where the holy sword stood to both sides. The sword shadows on both sides each drew an arc, intersecting in the sky above the holy sword, and forming a complete sword circle.

From a distance, it seems that a peacock is opening the screen.

Circle by circle of sword shadows emerged one after another. However, in the blink of an eye, there was only a layer of sword shadows left behind the Sword Immortal.

The golden light flashed, and the shadow broke out in an instant.

The ancient Taoist sword that pierced through the demon's chest.

Gu Jian sensed that there was a sky-high sword qi to dodge, and the sword body inexplicably ignited a raging sword fire.

It seems to be greeting, to compete with the holy sword that is bursting in.

It seems that there is some kind of induction, and it has been infused with more powerful power.

The Heavenly Master, who is located on the Qinglian Platform of Longhu Mountain, is meditating and recuperating. As soon as he felt that the ancient sword was different, the hands under the Dao robe had turned into three clear fingers.

Yu said in his heart: "Why should the swordsman go against the sky?"

The sword immortal's heart moved, and he said: "The Taoist is not bad, what the immortal does is not against the sky, but for the heart of the Dao." ”

The Celestial Master opened his Dao eyes and pondered for a moment.

Suddenly, a long sigh came out: "Could it be that this is the will of heaven?"

Between sighs, there is endless desolation. It seems that there is something that has turned all beings upside down, and it is no longer able to reverse it.

In the hands of the Heavenly Master, the three clear fingers were gone.

On the ancient sword that pierced through the demon's chest, the dark blue sword fire was extinguished at the finger.

The holy sword that flew out of the broken shadow was attached to the body of the sword by countless sword shadows. Jian Yi was in Zeng.

The tip of the sword at the head is like a drop of water that has not fallen for thousands of years, and a cross looms, crystal clear and clear.

The demon looked at the ancient sword that shot at it, his lips twitched, and his white teeth were exposed. An expression of thousands of treacherous schemes.

The body is already the cultivation of the Demon Dao. One palm pressed on the yin hexagram behind him, and one palm pressed on the yang hexagram behind him, just waiting for the ancient sword on his chest to go and shoot out the sword fairy and the woman with both palms.

It was about to begin his long-awaited battle to get out.

Although he knew that in the face of the combination of the woman and the Sword Immortal, the chances of escaping were very slim, how could he be restrained and let himself fall into the premeditated conspiracy of the woman and the Sword Immortal?

The woman watched as the holy sword shot towards the ancient sword, shaking the feather fan in her hand as before.

praised repeatedly: "Good sword, good sword, really good sword!"

If someone else was present, looking at the "cocoon breaking" in the twelve unique styles issued by the Sword Immortal, it would be very reasonable and reasonable to give such an exclamation, and there would be nothing strange about it.

But when such praise came out of the woman's mouth, it sounded more like scolding.

I couldn't hear the slightest exclamation at all.

Even the little pervert girl in the distance wanted to say to her mother in her heart: "Mother, when did you become so subtle in scolding?"

But she was afraid that she would be beaten up by her mother afterwards, so the little pervert had to suppress this sentence.

As soon as the holy sword touched the hilt of the ancient sword, the ancient sword began to shatter.

With a push forward, the ancient sword shattered completely.

At the same time as the ancient sword shattered, the demon who was imprisoned under the sword turned into a black shadow and scurried.

I wanted to slap the woman with one palm and the demon man with the other hand, but seeing that the woman had changed her fierce temper in the past, she just wanted to stand aside as a wall-watcher, and she didn't want to take the initiative to provoke the woman at such a critical moment.

Immediately changed his mind, and slapped his palms at the Sword Immortal together.

The woman looked at the two palms of the demon who slapped at the sword fairy without caring for herself, and said with a smile: "You are quite smart, but you only have two palms, which is inevitably too little..."

The two palms have triggered the Nine Heavens Thunder.

More than a dozen bolts of lightning pierced through the clouds and struck into the abyss, which had never seen the light of day on earth.

The sword fairy swung out his left hand, facing the two palms of the demon.

With a raised sword finger in his right hand, the sword qi was like a copper wall and an iron wall, blocking the dozen or so lightning bolts that were split.

Verbally shouting: "Sword - back to the truth!"

Standing on the edge of the cliff, the white horse drunk and the sword didn't hear this sentence "the sword returns to the truth", and only saw one wonder after another.

First, I heard the sound of thunder and horses running in the clouds, and then flashed white light, and more than a dozen lightning bolts slashed into the sea of clouds under the cliff together.

Now it's a sword wind again.

Everywhere the sword wind passed, you could clearly see that the clouds in the sky turned into thousands of sword shadows, like the water of the heavenly river, and fell into the cliff in a steady stream with the momentum of "suspected to be the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens".

The blooming flowers of the Tian Shan Mountain, the colorful petals of red, pink, purple and brown, fly into the air one by one...

On the lush ancient trees, the leaves of different shapes, wide, long, round, and thin, have left the branches...

Every petal, every leaf, turned into a sword.

Countless swords, like thousands of horses, flashed in front of the eyes of the white horse drunk and the sword, and rushed into the sea of clouds.

Thousands of swords, like a torrential rain.

The torrential rain is like a starry patch.

Shocking. Moving. It's also dazzling.

The demon slapped out two palms, just to block the sword and the immortal, and he had no intention of fighting. When even if you go up, you are anxious to get out.

Fang only rushed out a few feet, and he could already see ten thousand swords falling like rain.

The demon luck waved his palm and roared, wanting to swing away the sword rain and find a way out. The more I went up, the more dense the sword rain became, and finally it was already a dense space, only a white sword tip.

The rain of swords is endless.

The demon man swept away countless sword shadows, forced countless sword shadows to disperse, and was also pierced by countless sword shadows.

The whole body was blurred with flesh and blood. Nothing is the way it was.

The demon was forced to fall back to the gossip by the rain of swords.

Before the rain of swords had fallen, the demon who knelt on one knee in the center of the gossip let out a wail like a wounded tiger wolf.

Although the body is full of holes, it is still immortal. Only with the falling sword rain twitched and trembled.

Jian Qixian stretched out his left elbow and pointed at the woman with a feather fan: "Where is Hetu?"

The woman covered her lips with a fan, twisted her waist and tilted her head, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, sentiment fairy, your twelve unique styles have only made two moves." ”

Seeing the woman's intentional teasing, the Sword Immortal shook his eyes and said solemnly: "You and the immortal are both cultivators, and the immortal has no intention of revealing your pain, I just want to remind you——"

After a pause in his mouth, he put away his serious expression, as if he was afraid of hurting the woman.

He continued indifferently: "If this demon escapes, your six hundred years of palm will be in vain, he... I will also reproach you for such childish behavior. ”

The woman's face froze at the sound, and the feather fan in her hand did not shake.

Countless unbearable memories of the past came to the woman's mind, and a silent heart became howling.

"Child's behavior..."

The woman turned her head and smiled sadly, "He didn't force it out..."

The rain of swords was approaching, and the demon man had already stood up from the rain of swords with difficulty.

The sword fairy had no intention of saying much, and there was no time to comfort him, so he only said: "The immortal knows that it is not easy for you, but..."

Before she finished speaking, the woman who turned her head suddenly raised her right arm and threw out the feather fan in her hand: "Don't worry, even if he is really mortal, he can't escape." ”

The raised right arm turns into a finger. The feather fan thrown should refer to the appearance of the real body, which is the relic of the ancient god Fuxi.

- River Chart.

The woman said, "The dragon travels through the clouds and the clouds!"

The six-clawed black dragon wrapped around the woman's right arm flew out of its arm in response, grabbed the river map, and rushed to the sky like a bow.

The unrecognizable demon in the sword rain turned his eyes to look at the woman: "You actually found this ancient relic?"

"Is it strange that the relics of my ancestors have been recovered by me?" the woman sneered.

With an extension of his right palm, he reproduced a feather fan: "Not only Hetu was recovered by me, but Luo Shu is also in my hand; ”

The demon stared at the woman's feather fan, and fire appeared in the demon's eyes: "But what if I kill this dragon and destroy this picture?"

Before the sound was over, there was no trace of the demon on the gossip.

The demon forcibly broke through the rain of swords, which was already at the end of the crossbow, and flew into the sky, chasing the six-clawed black dragon of the title.

The Sword Immortal is raising his sword and pointing at it, and the Twelve Absolute Styles of the Sword Immortal are making a move:

"Sword—Void!"

The demons castrated extremely quickly, but the sword intent of the sword immortal was used to the heavens and the earth.

After a "void", from the place where the six-clawed black dragon swung its tail, countless flying swords turned out.

Those sword shadows, which were already at the end of the crossbow, seemed to have a new life. All of them flew back.

Although the number of flying swords produced by this move is not as large as the one just now, the power is much greater.

The most different thing is that the flying sword of this move does not disperse after a miss, but keeps stabbing at the demon like a real sword with eyes.

Thousands of flying swords are like nets, like grass. It's also picturesque.

Coming and going, shuttling around the demons.

However, whether the sword comes or the sword goes, it is all between the two fingers of the sword immortal.

Between the two fingers of the Sword Immortal, there is an endless spring of swords, and it is a bottomless sword abyss.

Knowing that once the river map is laid down, he will escape the hopeless demon and is furious.

tried his best, but the flying sword was haunted like ten thousand ghosts, endlessly. I could only fight and go, watching the black dragon transform into a hundred zhang long in the air, and a mouthful of ancient dragon qi was exhaled, and the river map was already covered like a canopy of heaven.

The demons hate it.

He roared like a desperate man: "Sword Immortal, even if I enter the map, I will let you be buried with you!"

gave up the idea of escaping, and the murderous intent exploded. Turning around and rushing towards the Sword Immortal.

The Sword Immortal looked at the demon who was already in a state of madness, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes: "If it is a day, the immortal should be buried with him, but it is not." ”

The woman's eyes narrowed coldly, and her pupils shrank: "This, is what the world often says about dogs jumping off the wall?"

The sword fairy sighed, turned his back to the demon, and turned away.

With his hands behind his back, he said, "You haven't made a move yet, and this final blow is handed over to you." ”