Song Daoyuan's eyes refused to deviate for a moment staring at the broken sword floating in front of him, eager to try, wanting to touch it, the world knows that he returned to the Rotten Sword Mountain because of negative qi nineteen years ago, but he didn't know that what he broke was this sword.

This sword is called the police sword, when Du Hong Zhenren gave Song Daoyuan this sword is to hope that he can be self-vigilant and self-restrained, today I see this sword, all kinds of past things appear in Song Daoyuan's mind, he is in a trance, as if he understands something.

Nineteen years have passed, and the police sword chief is buried in the ground, but the induction with Song Daoyuan has not diminished, maybe Song Daoyuan has ignored it, but this does not mean that there is none.

Sensing that Song Daoyuan's sword heart was in chaos, and the sword path might collapse at any time, the police sword self-remembered sword cliff broke out of the ground, came to Yongle thousands of miles away, and turned into aura and entered Song Daoyuan's state of mind, it can be said that if the police sword arrived in time, Song Daoyuan's soul and mind might be trapped in the state of mind forever.

Stretching out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, Song Daoyuan brushed the sword with his fingers and said, "Back then, I was angry and broke you, I never thought that you would still recognize me as the master, police me, police me, and you can only advance with your police sword." ”

The path of light in front of me was spreading rapidly, and gradually the surroundings became extremely bright.

This is Song Daoyuan's state of mind.

What is bright is the state of mind.

What is enhanced is cultivation!

In Song Daoyuan's constant eyes, the nine golden Dao seals broke into powder, and when they were about to drift away, they were reorganized and became a broken sword.

The divine objects in the eyes of the imagery are obviously the realm of true immortals.

On this day, Song Daoyuan cultivated into the true fairyland.

And when he was in the Nine Seals Realm, he had the swordsmanship of the true fairy realm, and now he has cultivated to enter the true immortal, I am afraid that he will go straight to the two realms, or the peak of the golden immortal, it can be said that the degree of advancement is very terrifying, but there is one thing that needs to be understood, the reason why Song Daoyuan will wake up and ascend to the realm, the appearance of the police sword is only to play a guiding role, the most important thing is to see through and let go of his own heart, if his own obsession does not only rely on the police sword to work silently, he will wake up at most, and the realm will definitely not improve.

Calm down and recall, he still clearly remembered that Emperor Yuan and the others were going to do it in Shenxuanyuan that day, and he vaguely remembered that when Feng Zheng left a few hours ago, he muttered in his ear that he was going to the barren mountain to save people, so he had to rush there as soon as possible.

Song Daoyuan opened the window and walked towards the barren mountain.

......

In front of the cave, Xu Mo lay on the ground and roared hoarsely, holding a lump of soil in his hand, his liver and intestines were broken.

Just now, Emperor Yuan shot out to scatter Ma Manchuan's soul, and the handful of soil was held in the last position where Ma Manchuan stood, and there were tears and blood in it.

Seeing Xu Mo's painful appearance, Emperor Yuan's happiness was second only to the opening of the heavenly gate, he stepped on Xu Mo's hands and ravaged him, "What can you do with the soil, can he come back with the soil, damn things should have died." ”

Shut up!

Xu Mo struggled hard, his hands clenched tighter, he would never allow the soil in his hands to leak, not even a slight.

This made Emperor Yuan a little unhappy, he lifted Xu Mo from the placket of his clothes and threw Xu Mo on the cliff and said, "Love, do you really think that you can have everything with love, right, I will tell you with facts that your so-called love has no effect, even if you watch the person you like die in front of you, you can only be helpless." ”

Emperor Yuan drew a circle towards the left area, and Yue Linlang, who was locked in the secret art space, appeared in the circle, because he had been imprisoned for too long, he was still a little uncomfortable when he suddenly came to the sun, his eyes blinked and looked left and right, until Xu Mo, who was covered in blood, appeared in her sight, Yue Linlang's face changed suddenly, becoming pale, gray, and without a trace of color.

"Xu Mo!"

"Ah, Linlang, Emperor Yuan, how can Linlang be in your hands!"

Now it is no longer meaningful to investigate why Yue Linlang was controlled by Emperor Yuan, the most important thing is to get her out of danger, no matter how great the disparity in strength between the two sides, he has to do it.

Xu Mo pointed horizontally in front of him, and Sword Thirteen, which pierced into the cliff, flew in front of him very dexterously.

He decided to fight to the death with Emperor Yuan, and exchanged his life for Yue Linlang's life.

Although there is little hope, at least he is doing.

"Boom!"

It was also when Xu Mo made up his mind to fight hard, a loud bang enveloped the entire barren mountain, and the earth began to shake violently, this kind of great change without warning made Emperor Yuan feel inexplicably flustered, and the unprovoked cracks in the formation enchantment layer caused him even more psychological oppression.

It is obvious that the formation barrier has been attacked by the outside world, and the power is very strong, and the barrier is at risk of collapsing.

How could Emperor Yuan still have the heart to care about Xu Mo and Yue Linlang again, if the formation enchantment was broken, five years of hard work would be in vain, he recited the spell to quickly hide Yue Linlang into the secret space, and launched an attack on Xu Mo.

In the face of this sudden change, Xu Mo was also a little confused, so when Emperor Yuan, who quickly sorted out his thoughts, moved, Xu Mo, who was obviously half a beat slower, was knocked to the ground by him, and fell into a coma in front of him.

After solving Xu Mo, Emperor Yuan sat cross-legged in front of the line with eight breakpoints, and immediately sensed that it was Song Daoyuan who was holding a broken sword outside to attack the enchantment.

"How could it be him, he was obviously killed by Liu Xiachen, how could he be resurrected, and judging from his current state and the attack he just launched, his cultivation is several times higher than before, what the hell is going on!"

Emperor Yuan dared to choose to use this formation as a barrier, and pressed five years of step-by-step precision planning on it, which shows that he has confidence in it, but now, Song Daoyuan's blow caused a crack in the enchantment, which was really unexpected by him, originally he thought that no one in this world could have the strength and means to break the formation.

He immediately began to pull out the stones at the fifth and sixth breakpoints, unlike before, the removal of these two stones did not make the formation enchantment layer strange phenomenon, this is related to the purpose of Emperor Yuan, the first few times to kill the enemy, the current is to strengthen the enchantment, so although there is no change on the surface, the defensive effect of the enchantment is invisibly greatly strengthened.

At the same time, Liu Xiachen, who was holding an iron sword, rose into the sky and blocked in front of Song Daoyuan, Liu Xiachen's timely appearance made Emperor Yuan breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he could contain Song Daoyuan and win some time, he could calm down and repair the cracks in the formation enchantment.

Liu Xiachen came and stood in front of Song Daoyuan with his sword, the two of them were like two peaks facing each other, their own momentum, invisible, the surrounding air currents gathered on both sides with the center of the two as the dividing line, around each other, like two tornadoes sweeping the world.

With Liu Xiachen's attainments in kendo, he can see the changes in Song Daoyuan's body, reborn, cutting out the old and bringing forth the new, it is already different from what it used to be, as an extraordinary figure in kendo, he even has a hunch that he may not be Song Daoyuan's opponent, although he doesn't want to admit it, but this is the truth.

Song Daoyuan carried his hands behind his back, and the broken sword was suspended half a foot in front of me, Feng Huaye.

His voice was like a flood and said, "Liu Xiachen, why don't you have a sword yet." ”

Liu Xiachen said, "You really want me to play the sword?"

Song Daoyuan said lightly, "It's not that I want you to take out the sword quickly, I just hope you don't waste time, I still have to go up the mountain to save people, if you want to stop me, you will take out the sword, if you don't have a sword, you will dodge quickly." ”

"Good, good!"

Liu Xiachen's hand holding the sword tightened, but in the end, the sword still failed to stab out, and there was a layer of unwarranted fear attached to his heart, as if he was afraid of failure, which shows how strong and successful Song Daoyuan is in the momentum, of course, this is also related to Liu Xiachen's own profound attainments in swordsmanship, the more advanced the sword, the more you can see the strength of Song Daoyuan's peak state at this time, and judge the gap in strength between the two sides.

This is also what is often said that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and the king in the forest is anti-cowardly.

Liu Xiachen is the king of the cowardly lion.

"Okay, I'll draw my sword, after all, I have to stop you. ”

Liu Xiachen finally decided to take out the sword, but abandoned the sword in his hand again.

Immediately afterwards, every inch of his skin and every inch of hair turned into bits and pieces of snow-white, like fireflies at night, dazzling.

Coax!

The powder burned instantly, like a scorching fireball, and the fire halo spread to all directions, and his so-called sword turned out to be a sacrificial fire to burn the heavens and the earth.

Song Daoyuan smiled, there was no hostile hatred for each other in the smile, but pure relief, kendo and kendo, how many people have been seeking up and down throughout the ages, and they all feel that if they want to cultivate the supreme swordsmanship, they can't leave the sword in their hands, in fact, they have gone into a misunderstanding, the ultimate realm of the way of the sword lies in getting rid of the sword itself, if you have never held the sword, return to the basics, just like the willow dust at this moment, it is obvious that what he is seeking is the intention and the potential, whether there is really a sword in his hand, it doesn't matter.

In the midst of the fire waves, a high-pitched voice came out, "Song Daoyuan, I have only once in my life, and I have nothing else to do to defeat you!"

The waves of fire are connected to the clouds, and the mountains are connected, and the thousands of miles are red, and in the whirlpool that flows out in the center, a long sword made of gas condensation is pointed directly at Song Daoyuan.

Song Daoyuan still maintained the posture of carrying his hands behind his back without the slightest change, he was admiring the deadly scene in front of him, as if he was appreciating a touch of sunset, peaceful and intoxicated, as if all the killing intentions had nothing to do with him, until the invisible sword flew towards him, only three arms long distance between each other, he began to say, "Although your sword is defeated, this sword has no predecessors!"