At the same time, the Sword Sect shook the sword cliff, and Yang Yizheng was standing on the edge of the cliff, raising his eyes to look at the sky in the distance, his eyes were like lightning through the clouds, and fell on the battle of the saints in the Great Zhou world.

Yang also stood by the sword, his expression inexplicable.

The name of the sword is in the sea, and when he holds down the hilt of the sword, there is a sound of sword sound in the sword cliff.

At first, it was only flowing in the Sword Cliff, but it didn't take long for the entire Sword Sect to begin to echo with this sword sound.

Listening to this sword sound, the disciples of the Sword Sect all raised their heads in unison, with a look of anticipation on their faces, and looked towards the Sword Swinging Cliff.

Yang Yi was on the Sword Cliff, and what this Sword Sect Sect Master was going to do next had already spread throughout the Sword Sect.

That is to draw the sword and become an immortal!

The Sword Sect has not produced a sword immortal for nearly a thousand years, even if there are many genius disciples, but they are stuck in the last step and cannot advance an inch, not only the road is difficult, but more is suppressed by the monks of the three sects, all thinking about exterminating the sword cultivator, if it weren't for the fact that there has been a Lin Shugui in the last hundred years, I am afraid that the Sword Sect would have been wiped out long ago.

There must be a sword immortal in the sword cultivation lineage, this sentence is the dream of countless sword cultivators, and only the sword immortal can revitalize the sword cultivation.

If there were no Sword Immortals, no matter how many Heavenly Gate Great Sword cultivators there were, they would not be able to stop those three sect cultivators who were like wolves and tigers.

And the Sword Sect, as the one who holds the bull's ear in the sword cultivation lineage, should also be a sword immortal again.

On the edge of the cliff, as the sword spread, there was already a strong wind, and Yang Yi stood in the wind like this, letting his long hair fly.

Raising his eyes, he looked at the saint who descended on the Sword Sect at some point.

Although there are as many as thirteen saints of the three sects, most of them have important things to do, and there are only so many saints who can walk outside, otherwise they would not communicate with the big demon to deal with Lin Shugui together.

Having said that, if it really comes to a critical moment, those saints will still put down their hands and deal with it.

Now that Yang also wants to achieve a sword immortal, it can be regarded as a critical matter.

Then a saint came.

The saint wears a Tai Chi robe, wears a purple golden lotus crown, and is accompanied by floating clouds, which is clear and illuminated.

This is a Taoist saint.

She is also a woman, and she is also considered an alternative among saints.

After all, since ancient times, most saints have been men, and although there are female saints, there are only three in these 10,000 years.

This is the third.

Yang Yi stepped out of the Sword Sect and stood with his sword in mid-air, looking at the Taoist saint in the clouds, his expression calm.

There was no fear, only the sword qi intensified.

He couldn't resist drawing his sword, but he held back.

It's not a good time yet, and the heat is not enough.

"You will retreat now, but you will spare your life. ”

There was a voice from the clouds, and there was also the meaning of the saint, who didn't seem to want to make more trouble.

In fact, it's not wrong to say this, as long as the second sword immortal doesn't appear, you can do anything.

Yang Yi had inexplicable thoughts in his eyes, and he sneered slightly: "If you leave now, I can spare your life." ”

These words are no different from the words from the Cloud Sage, but they are indeed different.

As for the difference, it is the benevolent and the wise wise.

There was silence in the clouds for a moment, and soon there was another voice.

"Yang Yi, are you really not afraid of death?"

Yang Yi laughed on his face, he decided to draw his sword and become an immortal, so why do you care about so much, according to secular terms, it is a big scar on the head, and it is a big deal to come back in the next life.

In the next life, I Yang Yi will also practice swords!

If you have already held the sword, you will not let go.

It doesn't matter if it's a stormy wave or a flood beast in front of you, I have a sword in my hand, and I'm not afraid!

He looked up at the clouds, looked at the dignified female saint, and asked, "Ye Qingyu, do you think I, Yang Yi, am like a person who is afraid of death?"

Ye Qingyu was silent, and there was a different emotion in his eyes.

There is only so much she can say, and since Yang Yi doesn't listen, there is no other way but to save her life.

Let him live his life in peace like this.

In the next life, don't practice swords anymore.

This Taoist saint stretched out a jade hand and pressed it gently, and soon a mountain phantom appeared, like the sky falling, carrying a majestic force and slamming down.

The mountain phantom is very large, larger than the entire Sword Sect, and when people stand under it, they will inevitably feel helpless.

This is the power of heaven and earth, how can mortals fight against heaven and earth.

But there are always people who don't accept the sky, what about the sky?

Can you stand my sword?

Yang Yi held the sea and slashed out a sword against the momentum of the mountains.

The sword aura is fierce, and the sword roar does not stop!

In 9,000 miles, everyone can hear and see.

It is rumored in ancient books that a sword immortal can reach thousands of miles with a sword, so thousands of miles is the threshold of the sword immortal.

Yang Yi's sword is already nine thousand miles, it can be said that he is standing at the peak of Tianmen Sword Cultivation, and he is really only half a step away from the Sword Immortal.

And now, he's about to take that half step.

During this period of time, Yang also looked through countless classics, trying to find a breakthrough method from his predecessors Sword Immortals, but he couldn't find the slightest reference.

Each Sword Immortal achieves in a different way.

There is enlightenment, there is sitting, there is inheritance, and there are also stepping out of the sea of corpses and blood.

What suits others is not necessarily what suits you.

After all, the Sword Immortal is not like a monk of the Three Sects, who can be helped with incense and luck.

For Yang Yi, the best way is to fight to become holy.

There are countless lives on the Canghai Sword, and there are all kinds of realms, but there is no saint alone.

And now, Yang Yizheng wants to kill one.

Even if the saint in front of him has a lot to do with him, it is in the past after all, and it has nothing to do now.

The sword is out, the sword is out!

The majestic and vast sword qi approached Ye Qingyu in an instant with the Canghai Sword.

As for the mountain phantom, it had already been broken by the time the sword came out.

The sword immortal can break ten thousand laws with one sword, and he Yang can naturally do it too.

Ye Ruyu looked at this vast sword qi, and couldn't help but sigh a little, it turned out that he had already come to this point, no wonder he didn't even want to die to become a sword immortal.

However, after all, there is a difference in realm, and it cannot be made up for by sword qi alone.

She stretched out her hand and pulled out a hairpin on her head that shimmered with blue light, and with a slight stroke, a galaxy was opened.

It just cancels each other out with the sword qi.

This hairpin is her holy weapon, called Jade Star, which can lead the stars of the world, and the effect is very good, even if it is placed in many holy vessels, it can also be ranked in the first few places.

Use this hairpin, even if the decision has been made.

Yang Yi clenched the hilt of his sword, his face expressionless.

I didn't have any fear or anything like that, I just struck the sword again.

In an instant, Yang Yi descended to Ye Qingyu's side, and the sea in his hand was slashing towards Ye Qingyu's neck.

Facing this murderous sword, even as a saint, Ye Qingyu could not help but frown slightly.

This sword is much stronger than the previous one, and it is almost equivalent to a saint's shot.

The first person to cultivate the sword of Tianmen, his real name is well deserved.

Her mind moved slightly, and in an instant, she cast all kinds of spells, and at the same time swung the hairpin, which neutralized the sword.

Ye Qingyu looked at Yang Yi, who was half a step back, and was silent for a moment and said, "Enough." ”

Yang Yi sneered, "It's not enough!"

With the fall of this sentence, there is also the sea that strikes at the same time.

The name of Canghai is Canghai, and the sword is as its name suggests, so it naturally has the power of Canghai.

So at the same time as the sea attacked, with the sound of swords, the sky appeared blue.

It's not the clouds anymore, it's the sea.

There were endless sword qi beasts roaming in the sea, all of them rushing towards Ye Qingyu with the sea.

For a while, the sword roared and shook the sky!

This weather, even if it is placed among the saints, is brilliant enough.

Ye Qingyu looked at this scene, did not wave the hairpin again, but took out a talisman out of thin air.

Fu Zhao on the book two words, Dinghai!

Taoist sage Zhao Lanjiang holds a Dinghai Pearl, which can set all kinds of wind and waves in the world, and this edict just seals the origin of Dinghai Pearl.

Take it out now, it's the best.

With the golden light of the edict, the sea and clouds were calm in an instant.

Ye Qingyu said softly: "You can't make it, go back now, I can treat everything as if nothing happened." ”

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, and was about to say something, but the sudden change disturbed his speech.

There was a big hand that came out of thin air.

He immediately broke off with his sword and left, landed a hundred zhang away, and looked at the Buddhist saint Zhitong monk who suddenly came.

"Buddhism is so shameless?"

In fact, if he hadn't made a quick decision, he might have really taken this blow, and the saint's blow was not so easy to bear.

Zhitong Monk smiled and said: "Sect Master Yang's words are wrong, the three sects and sword cultivation have always been hostile, and the means are more powerful, so it is naturally reasonable." ”

Yang Yi smiled coldly, there was a lot of anger in his eyes, but he didn't rush out of the sword, there was only one saint before, but it didn't matter, but now there is another one, and the situation is a little dangerous.

In the current situation, it's always a good idea to be careful.

Monk Zhitong didn't look at Yang Yi again, but folded his hands and saluted Ye Qingyu, "Ye Sheng, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still have such a demeanor." ”

Ye Qingyu said indifferently, "What are you doing here?"

Zhitong Monk said with a smile: "Naturally, I came to kill the danger in the bud, after all, there can be no second sword immortal in this world." ”

Ye Qingyu frowned slightly, and said coldly: "It's enough for me to be here." ”

When the Zhitong monk heard this, his expression was playful, "Ye Sheng, when the little monk was leaving, the sect leader happened to say something interesting, Ye Sheng has the heart to listen to it?"

Ye Qingyu was exquisite, and soon knew the meaning of Zhitong Monk's words, and his brows couldn't help frowning deeper.

Seeing that Ye Qingyu was no longer speechless, Zhitong Monk no longer tried it, then turned his head to look at Yang Yi and said with a smile: "Sect Master Yang, sword cultivation into a sword immortal is a taboo in the three sects, since you have decided to go up, then the little monk will give you a ride." ”