Sima Yuan's scene on the battlefield naturally fell into the eyes of many people,

Han Zhan's imperial envoy's swordsmanship and Sima Yuan's time to swallow the pill were only breathing, and the strength of the two sides was as uncertain as a rabbit's fall.

When its majestic sword momentum surged, Sima Yuan was able to swallow the Barrier Breaking Pill, although he carried most of the sword intent, there were still a lot of tricky sword lights like a small snake wrapped around Sima Yuan's body for several times, leaving a few wounds and leaving.

By the time the dust of Han Zhan's swordsmanship had settled, Sima Yuan's clothes had already been tattered, as if he was riddled with holes, and he was extremely miserable.

Han Zhan's eyes were still surprised, and then he sneered, and the sword light in his hand erupted again, quickly sweeping over.

The palpitation in the center of Sima Yuan's eyes flashed, and after a strange scream, he flicked his sleeve robe, and rolled up the sword qi around him to resist.

However, the silent sword light that had been in peace before suddenly faltered, and Qi Qi refused Sima Yuan's summons.

Sima Yuan couldn't help but curse secretly, and then finally a substantial sword light swept away, cutting off all the sword qi that attacked.

Han Zhan frowned slightly, looking at the sparkling sword in Sima Yuan's hand, as if he was familiar.

His expression suddenly moved, "Cold Water Sword?"

Sima Yuan held the Cold Water Sword in his hand, and the feeling of a force in his hand made him feel a little calmer.

Glancing at the pensive eyes around him again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Then he held his head high and said with a light smile, "Senior brother, do you want to continue?"

Han Zhan looked at Sima Yuandi's breath, the seventh layer of qi refining, the condensation period!

Looking at it again, although it was in tatters, its breath was mellow and strong, and it seemed to be endless, and his face suddenly sank.

He said expressionlessly, "The opportunity is ahead, how can you shrink back and retreat?"

Before the words fell, he killed again!

Sima Yuan sighed in his heart, then his eyes were condensed, and after taking a deep breath, the mana in his body was poured into the Cold Water Sword.

Suddenly, a cold sword roar resounded through the sword cliff.

Han Zhan naturally fell into his eyes at the scene of Sima Yuan's sacrifice of the Cold Water Sword, and the corners of his mouth were cold, "The Cold Water is an extraordinary thing, and it allows you and other rebels to be defiled, but looking at your cultivation as vain, the sword intent is mottled and messy, and the swordsmanship is even more unsightly, hmph, you are also worthy of holding my Cold Water Sword?

Before the words fell, dozens of sword rays shot out, winding the cold water sword in Sima Yuan's hand up and down.

A suction force came from the sword in his hand, Sima Yuan was taken aback, and then after hearing this again, he couldn't help but sneer, "If you want to grab the sword, just say it, why bother acting like this, you really have to be a bitch and set up an archway!"

He shouted, "Disperse!"

Immediately, the hand holding the sword shook tightly, and the sword light wrapped around the sword body made a thumping sound, and all of them collapsed and spread, turning into nothing.

Han Zhan's face was ugly, his eyes sank, and in his gaze at Sima Yuan, killing intent was raging, "I just wanted to abolish your cultivation, so that you can live like a dog, but since you are killing yourself, then Han Mou is as you wish!"

His eyes lit up, and after taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and spit out, and there were two sharp sword qi, fluorescent and shining, like a wick.

Sima Yuan was like a man, his whole body was cold, and an alarm suddenly appeared in his heart.

His pupils shrank, as if he were facing a great enemy.

The sword aura left behind by the foundation monk!

Han Zhansen smiled coldly, twisted his fingers lightly, and the two sword qi swept in like a swimming dragon, his expression suddenly spasmed and convulsed, the green tendons on his face bulged, and his face was hideous and terrifying, as if swallowing a blade into his abdomen, like a knife twisting.

Sima Yuan's heart felt a chill, this person was more ruthless than he imagined, and there seemed to be hesitation on his face.

Then he showed a decisive look, patted the storage bag, and a sandalwood box fell into his hand.

A trace of pain and pity crossed Sima Yuan's face, and he quickly returned to solemnity.

The sword qi in his hand appeared, surrounding his home, temporarily cutting off the eyeliner around him.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and opened the box and took out an emerald-colored seed.

The seeds are the size of a longan, the whole body is green and round, and a trace of lotus fragrance enters the tip of the nose, which makes Sima Yuan's spirit greatly lifted.

It's the unripe purple gold and green lotus seeds!

He twisted the green lotus seeds and put them on top of his tongue.

Two of the six green lotus seeds were thrown to Cao Qiji to buy his life, and the remaining four were left.

Take out one today and absorb some of the aura to deal with the enemy in front of you!

Suddenly, Sima Yuan's eyes showed an incredible look, and he only felt that the green lotus seed seemed to slide directly into the throat as if it were smart, and then turned sharply down the sandalwood liquid and slid into his body.

He just wanted to use some of his spiritual power to survive this catastrophe, and he didn't think of swallowing it today.

This is an opportunity for him to build a foundation in the future, but he can't just swallow it.

He was shocked in his heart, and when he was about to pull it out, the foundation-building sword qi that Han Zhan had nurtured had already roared.

Sima Yuan's heart sank, and then sighed. Let's deal with this person first.

His thoughts arose, and a majestic force surged out of his body.

Like a tide, it poured into Sima Yuan's whole body, limbs, internal organs, and eight veins were full of lotus fragrance.

Sima Yuan only felt that his whole body was full of strength, he looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, and laughed, "If you want to fight, then Sima will accompany you to fight!"

As soon as the words fell, the Cold Water Sword in Sima Yuan's hand was raised high, and the huge spiritual power in his body was continuously injected into the Cold Water Sword.

He leaped forward, raised his sword high, raised his eyes with rage, and shouted violently in his mouth,

"Slash me!"

Immediately, a dazzling sword light reflected in the blue sky, illuminating the entire sword cliff.

Suddenly, more than 100 people in the entire Sword Cliff were suddenly blinded, and the sword light that looked at the sky reflected the entire eye socket.

Immediately after, a muffled snort fell with Han Zhan.

Sima Yuan landed slowly, stepped lightly on the protruding stone wall, and stood with the sword in both hands, his expression solemn, his eyes closed, as if he was reminiscing about the sword of Fang Cai.

The audience was silent.

Everyone looked shocked and looked complicated.

Lu Zhaoyang raised his eyebrows, as if he was amazed, and then he looked at Sima Yuan who was closing his eyes on the sword cliff with deep meaning.

Immediately, with a flick of his robe, he supported Han Zhan, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and slowly landed, seeing that he was still alive, he waved his hand and ordered,

"Send it to heal".

Someone immediately carried it away.

As long as he is not dead, the sect will naturally not give up.

The rest of the Zhufeng Zhuji on his side were interested in the hideous sword wound on the purple-robed monk's body, and asked nonchalantly,

"Hey, I'm afraid this kid's sword is as strong as my waiting, right?"

"Hey, cross the border to kill the enemy, and win the battle, I'm curious what kind of elixir he swallowed halfway?" the man said, but his eyes glanced at Luo Dao.

That means for a reason.

"Tsk, don't say it, this kid is also ruthless enough, first kill that Zhao family kid, and then seriously injure the sword-holding disciple under the head of the house, isn't this son a shadow cultivated by Lord Cao Feng?"

"Zixiao Sword Technique, Brother Luo, this son actually commands my sect to correct the law, this seems to be out of order, right?"

"Senior Brother Luo, that sword is Uncle Pei's cold water sword? I never thought that the power would be so great, and the master of the Pei courtyard was indeed generous, and even such a spirit sword could be easily given away, your Shendanfeng really had a great family. Someone smiled maliciously at Luo Dao.

They didn't realize that Luo Dao's face was already gloomy and dark at this time, and they looked at Emperor Sima Yuan with surprising displeasure in their eyes, and suddenly shouted angrily,

"That's enough, it's just a little bastard who has gone on shit luck, why do you want to be so unforgiving. ”

The surrounding inquiries suddenly froze, and some people smiled, but they were not very annoyed, and after glancing at each other, Shi Shiran stepped aside.

Cooperation is cooperation, but the cake is so ordered, and whoever has more say in the future will naturally share more.

And the handle is the best sand, you can mix some into it at any time, so as to grab more voice for yourself.

After Sima Yuan felt it, he smashed his lips and seemed to have an understanding, but after all, he was confused, and he always felt that the Zixiao sword technique seemed to be separated by a veil, and it was difficult to break through.

He sighed and shook his head, since he can't comprehend it for the time being, it's useless to think too much, if there is a chance in the future, he will find a chance to break through.

He slowly approached the golden pill sword qi, and made a slight move towards the golden pill sword qi, and a suction force came out, and the golden pill sword qi was drilled into the ancient mirror and stored.

The sword aura of the Venerable Master Jindan, even if he could not be an envoy, could be used as a trump card to deter his opponents.

Of course, this sword qi is not a last resort, Sima Yuan will never sacrifice it, he is ready to store it in the treasure mirror, waiting for the next day to comprehend, and then refine it into a sword yuan after advanced foundation building.

Cultivators refining qi must condense the liquid to cultivate the yuan before they can step into the foundation; and then cast the golden pill in order to stand proudly in the sky; while the sword cultivator practices the sword, opens the sword palace, boils the sword yuan, refines the sword pill, and dominates the world.

Sima Yuan wants to double cultivate the way of the sword, the Taoism is unparalleled in the world, and the swordsmanship is the best in the contemporary era.

He knows that his talent is not as good as that of others, and his qualifications are not mediocre, but the treasure mirror can help him.

In this way, in the late stage of nearly more than 100 qi refining, under the noses of several foundation building powerhouses, Sima Yuan was like a little bee, diligently moving those magnificent sword qi back into his own hub.

Regardless of refining qi or building a foundation, they all borrow the treasure mirror, and those who come will not refuse!

After all, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

With the passage of time, Sima Yuan had unconsciously climbed to a height of more than 100 zhang of the sword cliff.

He looked back and looked down, and many people below looked at Sima Yuandi like monsters, while the people above and to the left and right showed vigilance and vigilance, as well as a hint of awe.

Being able to kill people beyond the ranks, the power is so great, they have seen it with their own eyes, and they secretly say that this Sima Yuan has become a leader in the later stage.

Sima Yuan smiled slightly, and after seeing that no one was interfering, he closed his eyes again, as if he was comprehending the way of the sword, but in fact, he was still using the treasure mirror to absorb the sword qi on the sword cliff.

Seeing this, the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then sank into the sword.

At this moment, Sima Yuan only felt that the treasure mirror in his arms was warm, and even a little hot.

He felt a pang in his heart, and glanced at the people below, some showed regret, some seemed to have pity, and some even turned pale, as if their physical strength was unsustainable.

And Sima Yuan finally sensed that there seemed to be a huge weight on the top of his head slowly hanging down, like a heavy load.

His body sank, frowning slightly, and after trying to climb up to the ground, it was finally difficult to take another step up.

And there are already nearly a dozen masters above who are in the midst of an epiphany.

When the time passed to the approaching sunset, one sigh after another sighed, and then the monks of the peaks on the sword cliff fell down one after another like dumplings.

In the end, there were only a dozen or so people left who were still struggling on it.

It was only at this time that someone noticed Sima Yuan's abnormality and exclaimed, "Why is that kid from Shendan Peak still up there?"