"Snort!" The long sword pierced through his body, piercing through Yu Wenfeng's viscera, even if he was as strong as the sword god of the world, his stiff face was distorted by the pain of his torn body, but his spirit was unprecedentedly focused. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Muscles, bones, meridians, blood vessels, Yu Wenfeng mobilized every part of his body that could be mobilized, as if every part and every cell of him had a sense of self. Pierce the muscles from that angle, with what force does it rub over the bones, and at what speed do you cut off the tendons and veins, veins, and blood vessels......

Because of concentration, every bit of muscle cutting, bone cutting, meridian and blood vessel damage pain is real, and there is no discount.

Because of the pain, the changes of this sword, the realm, the sword intent, everything, were recorded in a real way and without discount.

This is the real experience of penetrating the bones, using the flesh to engrave this ephemeral sword in my heart!

Connecting the sword with one's body and touching everything about the sword, this kind of thing is not to say or do, ordinary people are afraid when they think about it, but it is this almost crazy attachment to the sword that has achieved the myth of Yuwenfeng's sword.

"Good sword, this sword, I accept it!" Yu Wenfeng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, his eyes seemed to inadvertently look at the direction of Ying Feiyang, a sword through the body, the last wishes, obsessions, and requests of the person holding the sword are also well understood, and the communication between the swordsmen does not need to pretend to speak.

There is no need to say thanks, because the gratitude has been conveyed by the sword, Gu Jiansheng's phantom laughed, and the last sound, the voice resounded through the nine heavens and ten earths, "It is indeed a good sword, this sword deserves it, and the world will learn from it!"

The phantom condensed by the sword intent drew its sword and retreated, overlapping with the lifeless body, but it exploded with a bang!

The qi of the five decays exploded, Gu Jiansheng's whole body exploded, and the thick black and dirty blood did not spill all over the sky, but converged into an incomparable sword stream, carrying the momentum of heaven and earth and the bad sky down the mountain!

"Heaven and Man Five Decays!" The people of the righteous path sects saw the sword flow coming towards them, and their faces were as white as earth, and they avoided it, but they saw that the thick black sword flow finally shot towards a nearby treetop where no one was around.

"Poof!" The trees did not fluctuate at all, not even the leaves wavered, but after a ripple in the air, a figure burst out of the air.

White-clothed, silver-faced, Emperor Lingtian!

And a little bright red quickly faded on his spotless white clothes, like a red plum blooming in the snow. With his way, he gave back to his body, and Emperor Lingtian was already injured under this sword.

Before everyone could be afraid, they saw that the figure snorted, and it had already turned away by retreating, if it weren't for the shocking bloodstains left on the ground, everyone would only have seen an illusion.

But the amazement of the crowd was far from over, for the "heavens" were opened!

But he saw that the sky seemed to crack a big hole, and the sword qi that escaped in the Heavenly Sword Peak condensed, turning into seven supreme sword lights, and with Gu Jiansheng's last sword intent, he passed through the shackles of time and space, and went straight into the hole!

What to do?

Do you still need to ask? Of course, the sword will test the world! Let this sword be learned by the masters of the world!

Buddha Heart Zen Temple. Solemn and magnificent, the Pure Land of Buddhism, Sanskrit singing softly, purifying people's hearts. Suddenly, the sound of the sharp wind overshadowing the sound of the Brahman, and a shocking sword qi flew through the air, falling straight into the highest building of the Buddha's Heart Zen Temple, the tower of the Holy Buddha's death.

The tower of the dead was not damaged in the slightest, but the peerless sword qi went straight into the tower. With the sound of the exchange, the golden light burst out, the Buddha's brilliance was magnificent, and the holy light seeped out from the tower of the dead, illuminating the entire Buddha Heart Zen Temple.

"Holy Buddha?" The blow went straight to the Holy Buddha, and the monks of the Zen Monastery were shocked, fearing that the Holy Buddha would be lost, so they all went to the Pagoda of Life.

But he heard a Buddha name, "Amitabha." The magnificent Buddha soothed the doubts of the monks, and the voice was still thick and vicissitudes, but there was a little more compassion......

With the spread of the solemn Buddha's voice, for a time, the Buddha's heart Zen Temple, a thousand bells rang together.

On a coast, although several people who did not dress like the Central Plains, but knew at a glance that they were fishermen, returned with a full load, but one of them suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, and then smiled, "You guys go back, I'll play some more." ”

"If Master Li needs fish, even if he goes to my house to get it, can he still collect your money?"

"That's right, I'll give some of the fish I brought to Master Li!"

Several fishermen expressed their attitudes, as if they were very respectful to the man, but the man shook his head and refused, and walked away alone.

When a person and a boat arrived at the uninhabited sea area, a sword qi that had been waiting for a long time fell from the sky, and under the pressure of the sword intent, the sea water trembled, boiled, and stirred up wave after wave of waves!

But the man seemed to have expected it, and a flat boat rose and fell on the angry sea, holding a pulp in his hand as if he were holding a knife in his hand.

is still ordinary, and his temperament has not become sharp, but the oars wave all over the sky, swinging out a circle, and a natural 'potential' spreads into a circle.

The "swords" struck, and the two unrivaled forces spread, flattening the oncoming waves and turning into splashing beads and broken jade.

As the sea fell, the man fell on one knee toward the south and bowed respectfully.

The moment his knees fell, the noisy sea seemed to be unable to bear his kneeling, the wind and waves were flattened, the sea became smooth as a mirror, and only a sound spread on the sea surface.

"At the end of his life, he entered Li Changqi, here, say goodbye to the 'sword crown'!"

It is also the sea, but this time it is under the deep sea, in a crystal clear, pure and immaculate crystal hall, on the throne, a snow-skinned jade, cold and beautiful * woman holds an ice blue halberd that is extremely inconsistent with her body shape.

The halberd body was buzzing, and it seemed that he was still trembling at Fang Cai's earth-shattering blow, and the beautiful **** man was speechless. The entire crystal hall was shaken, and a huge force comparable to the earthquake and tsunami came from the bottom of the hall, as if a huge beast was pressed at the bottom of the hall, and now it was triggered by the peerless sword of Fang Cai, and was about to get out of the gate!

"Quiet!" The beautiful **** person raised his eyebrows, and suddenly shouted, and at the same time the halberd smashed to the ground, as if to vent his anger, and the moment he touched the ground, the complex, beautiful, and mysterious lines spread under her halberd, covering every place in her field of vision, but it was like one shackle after another, imprisoning the giant beast at the bottom of the hall layer by layer.

Finally, everything returned to calm, and the beautiful **** sat back on the throne, who knows if her heart is still turbulent.

In the Splendid Villa, Gongziling held a pot of silver paste, standing quietly in front of a wordless tomb, thinking far away, falling into deep memories.

Suddenly, his expression moved, and he sighed, "This pot, I respect you!"

I saw Gongzi Ling throwing the pot in the air, not returning, the power exploded to the top, a palm backhand shot out, suddenly, the wine pot was wrapped in a majestic palm, drawing a dazzling silver light, "dripping" spiraling into the sky.

"Bang!" just as a sword aura burst through the air, smashing through the flask head-on.

The silver bottle burst out of the wine syrup, the wine syrup was crushed by two huge forces, as fine as autumn rain, like silk fluttering, falling on the shoulders of the peacock boy, falling on the grave without mentioning the word, the wine was fragrant, doubling the sorrow.

Southern Xinjiang, a ten-mile tree hanging from the sky.

The giant tree, which was already covering the sky and the sun, at this time, the branches and leaves kept growing wildly, stacking obstacles, staggered and circling, like layers of palace bans, trapping a sword that shot at the face.

But the momentum of the sword is like a bamboo, breaking through the heavy forbidden locks and driving straight in, aiming at a little girl behind the heavy greenery.

The girl looked thirteen or fourteen years old, sweet and cute, dressed in a blue dress, sitting on a tree branch, her white and naked feet were swinging and swinging, but when the sword qi was approaching, her clear eyes flashed, her momentum soared, and she stabbed a finger at the sword qi.

With one finger strike, the blue waves are surging, the leaves are falling like rain, and the vision is obscured by endless greenery.

And after the fallen leaves have drifted away, the girl is still sitting on the branches, but her feet are no longer swaying, "Is it an unbearable breath, and the little guy with the sword is gone, how long has it been, thirty years, forty years, or fifty years?"

The immature voice, but with the vicissitudes of life that does not fit the appearance, the little girl sighed, "Life...... It's a short time......"

Those swords just now are considered to be greetings, farewells, and the last swords?

Then this sword definitely doesn't count! Because this sword is contaminated with genuine killing intent!

Ten Thousand Demon Palace, Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

Lurking a dragon of the world, the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty are hung on the wall behind the pavilion, revealing the ambition of swallowing heaven and earth, and the high pavilion is supported by two rows of pillars, each pillar is engraved with a name that moves the world,

In the pavilion, Bei Longtian, who was listening to the narration of the demon ministers, suddenly changed his expression, got up and ordered: "All retreat, retreat as far as you can!"

The demons still don't know why, Beilongtian has no time to explain, and with a flick of his long sleeves, a mighty demon yuan turns into a strong wind, pushing the demons away.

At the same time, a demon yuan skyrocketed, turning into nine angry dragons with teeth and claws, and its majestic body rose into the sky like a royal dragon.

And when he took off, a sword qi broke through with the power of life and death.

"Boom!"

The two forces struck, and the huge sword qi collapsed, but it turned into thousands of small sword qi, circling vertically and horizontally, dense like a net, with the killing intent of heaven and earth, giving people a feeling that heaven and earth would not tolerate it, and they would eventually die.

I can't tell whether it is a sword for the Nine Dragons or a sword to destroy the Nine Dragons, but I can only see the gilded glazed tiles on the top of the palace, which are all crumbs under the pressure of Long Wei and sword qi.

Finally, as strong as the Northern Dragon Heaven, it was difficult to block the sword crown's mortal blow, and the Nine Dragons were all strangled under the sword qi, and the ten thousand swords merged into one, and then went to the Northern Dragon Heaven.

Beilongtian volleyed his moves, his palms condensed, and his true qi seemed to not break the dragon scales, blocking a shocking sword.

The indestructible sword, the unbreakable shield, the extreme confrontation, but it was the Northern Dragon Tianli who was bent, and his freed body was pressed back to its original place, trapping it for three points!

After the demon ministers were pushed out of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion by the Northern Dragon Heaven, before they could react, they felt that the incomparable sword qi was scattered from the pavilion and devoured life.

After the raging sword flow subsided, they mustered up the courage to go straight into the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, which seemed to have been ravaged by a hurricane, and the center of the 'storm'. But I saw the most unbelievable scene.

Emperor, knees!

Beilongtian's hair was scattered, his clothes were torn, and more importantly, he smashed one knee into the ground, smashing out cracks that spread like spider webs! Seeing a scene that should not be seen, all the demons were terrified.

But he suddenly heard Bei Longtian laughing loudly, and under the injury, his laughter was like a hole and a bellows, and his face was humiliated, but more enjoyable.

"Dead, finally dead!hahahaha!"

In the midst of insolent laughter, Bei Longtian slammed a palm into his chest, "Snort!" A wound exploded in his back, and a wisp of sword qi entering the body was forced out by this palm and shot straight behind him.

The pillar engraved with Gu Jiansheng's name was hit by this sword, and it toppled down, and the crumbling house collapsed with it.

The pillars of the sky have been poured out, and this era of the collapse of heaven and earth has finally come!

Seven sword qi, six have their own belongings, but the last one is floating in endless time and space, not knowing where to fly......

After the hustle and bustle, Heavenly Sword Blade finally calmed down.

The physical body collapsed, the sword qi and sword intent did not exist, and only one 'unbearable' was inserted into the ground alone, reminding the world that there was a peerless swordsman who once existed......

"Bang!" The figure that had been supporting his growth dissipated like this, and the blurred flesh and blood Ying Feiyang finally exhausted himself at the moment when his last sword intent disappeared, and he fell straight to the ground, but this time, no one would help him up......

"Sword Crown is dead?"

"Gu Jiansheng is dead!"

After being stunned for a long time, everyone came back to their senses from the final shocking blow.

But a few people had already looked at Ying Feiyang with fierce eyes, "The sword crown is dead, you should also pay for my brother's life!"

Ying Feiyang had killed a lot of people before, and now was the time to seek revenge, a few people swept up two hundred zhang in a blink of an eye, came to Ying Feiyang's side, and raised their blades to kill Ying Feiyang!

"Wow!" was like a black lightning, unbearable to fall from the sky, upside down in front of Ying Feiyang, like a guard!

Looking at the sword inserted in his side, those few people only thought that Gu Jiansheng was not dead, his legs and feet were weak, and some people even sat on the ground. Only then did he come to his senses, and shouted to the top of the peak: "Yuwen Sword God, this kid has nothing to do with you, don't interfere!"

"I intervened, so what?" Yu Wenfeng covered his chest wounds, his face was pale, and his eyes were like swords.

Several people looked at each other instantly, not daring to speak.

On the other side of the mountain, after Yu Wenfeng's death, He Guqiu turned around and left without saying a word, and the killing intent on his body became sluggish.

And Mu Zixuan said to Yue Cangqiong in a provocative tone: "Sword Emperor senior, the sword crown is dead, Yuwen Sword God is seriously injured now, it is the weakest time, if the predecessor makes a move at this time, then the throne of the first person in the sword path in the future will be you......"

Yue Cangqiong only glanced at him, "Weak, what are you kidding, at this moment, it is the strongest time for Yu Wenfeng in this life!"

After that, Yue Tianqiong turned away, but the fire in his eyes was like wildfire.

Among the people present, no one was closer to Yu Wenfeng and Gu Jiansheng than him, but no one knew better than him how insurmountable that line of separation was!

The initiates of all factions, there is no barrier, there is no barrier, then they will be together, the soldiers are not bloody, they can be the inner and outer kings, the past concept sounds beautiful, but, too slow, too slow!

When he climbs to the top, who knows what kind of situation Yu Wenfeng will reach?

Perhaps, it's time to try another way......

Half a year ago, the fire that Emperor Ling Tian had sown in his heart was finally ignited by this battle.

The king proves the way of the sword, the more the sky lands with one foot, leaving a deep footprint, this step starts, stepping out of a sword path emperor!

Both of them had left, the mountain breeze was blowing, only one purple-clothed hunter flew away, and put away the mask of hypocrisy, Mu Zixuan knelt down in the direction where Gu Jian's voice dissipated, kneeling three times and knocking nine times, just like when he was apprenticing in the past.

"Apprentice Mu Zixuan, farewell to the master!" (To be continued.) )