The heavens and the earth in the Taixu Sword Furnace changed suddenly, the clouds on the horizon and the flames of the earth intertwined and swirled, and the whistling sound resounded through the earth like thunder.

At this time, the three mountains in front of the river were cracked, and the smoke and dust covered the eyes, but the deafening sound of the sword in the ears became more and more intense, and the buzzing sound seemed to be unbearable to break out of the cocoon!

Meng Yang still stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes looked into the col, and he whispered in his mouth:

Sword up!

The sound is not exhausted but the sword is moving, thousands of flying swords rise in the sky, as if there is a spirit whistling and flying around Meng Yang, the joy of hovering, or rushing, or climbing, or diving, a scene of ten thousand swords returning to the sect, the momentum is monstrous!

The red earth Yanhe River was also stirred by the sword light, and the red glow in the entire sword furnace was full of red clouds, the flying sword swirled and the fire rain was entangled, and the burning sky and boiling the sea generally skipped the sky and turned back and forth!

"See you again, old friends"

Meng Yang stretched out his hand and casually lifted a fiery red flying sword circling beside him, muttering tenderly in his eyes.

Suddenly, the rain of swords on his head jumped even more excitedly, as if he was also competing to respond!

And the rivers under the mountain were horrified at this time, and when they raised their body protection to resist the fire, rain and stones, they also marveled at this heavenly spirit sword, which was too simple compared to the Zhou Tian Bagua Taigang Sword Array that day.

"The 108,000 swords here, each sword has followed me, and after I fell, they could have left on their own, but they were willing to be buried in a dry grave, always with me but never again in the world!"

Two fingers together and gently swiped the sword body, Meng Yang's eyes showed a look of memory, and the past gradually came to mind.

"If you want to get my inheritance, you need to get the approval of these 108,000 swords"

Meng Yang looked at the river standing under the mountain, he didn't know what to think, and said with a rare smile.

"Monks practice the law, but our sword cultivation is not, we are waiting for the cultivation of the mind, good at fighting swords but not comparing the law, if you use the sword in your hand to win my sword furnace ten thousand swords today, I will pass on your great magical powers, how about it?"

The sword cultivates the heart, and does not fold to others.

Jiang He slowly put away his protective qi, his eyes kept thinking, and after a while, he realized it like an initiation, and bowed respectfully.

"Jiang He, thank you seniors for reminding me, Jiang is willing to fight this sword furnace with one person and one sword"

After that, the evil sword in his hand is also green, as if he can't bear it, and his fighting spirit is monstrous!

Peng Yue nine days without thinking of returning, Yan Fei mountains and forests but back and forth, heaven and earth, determined in the heart, if the heart is lofty, then the world can go, the way is nothing more than that!

"The son can be taught, in this case, I will retire for the time being, you can fight these 108,000 swords!"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yang was hidden in the heavens and the earth, and he was invisible in the blink of an eye, but the spirit swords around him roared one after another, roaring and circling towards the river.

But the evil is not to be outdone, the green light is even more than before, the river does not dare to slack off, the fire and yang are urged with all their might, and they rise up, and the scorching sun sword technique bursts out of the scorching flames and volleys away.

"Boom!"

With the piercing sound of the collision of gold and stone, one person and one sword collided with the ten thousand swords, and the flames were also scattered by the impact, spilling to the earth!

A mouthful of red blood spurted out from the mouth of the river, staining the evil with a little crimson, but it was instantly dried and volatilized by the scorching mana, this 108,000 sword was really powerful, Jiang He obviously felt that the spirit sword did not have mana, but the simple sword momentum had such a monstrous power, it was really terrifying!

And after the first round of collision, the sky ten thousand swords turned back and circled like a big peng spreading its wings, and in the blink of an eye, it was ready to attack, looking up at the sky, Jiang He's ten fingers clenched and evil, sighing and laughing at himself in a low voice.

"But evil, but evil, it seems that I am not a good lord, you are willing to die with me"

Desolate asked the sword, but the corners of Jiang He's mouth hooked a smile, the avenue is nothing more than this, if you can die here, you have no regrets in this life.

'Zheng'

As if he could understand human speech, he struggled to break free from the control of the river and flew into the air alone to prepare for the attack, but the river felt that there seemed to be a mysterious connection between the river and the evil.

The Spirit Sword Protector does not rely on external objects to generate spiritual wisdom on its own, and is promoted to the rank of magic weapons!

The Innate Spirit Treasure is nothing more than that!

With a slight gasp in his mouth, Jiang Hewu stood on the earth, but the connection between the evil and him became more and more intimate, as if it was extending from the outside of the body to renew its hands and feet.

bang

The second round of impact in the sky came in an instant, and after a roar, it almost fell unsteadily down the clouds, and after circling a few times, it finally stabilized, but it seemed to be spiritually lost, and the rivers on the ground also spit out a mouthful of blood again, and the heart was shaken.

"Come again!"

The intention of not doing it in his heart came spontaneously, Jiang He straightened his body, looked at the ten thousand swords in the sky with his eyes like lightning, and roared angrily.

"Choke"

With a sonorous sound, the evil was blasted down for nine days, straight into the red soil, and the sword body trembled slightly, emitting a low roar.

"Plop"

Jiang He knelt on the ground like gold paper, his hands supporting the scorching red clay, his seven orifices were full of bright red blood, and his mouth was panting heavily.

Still doesn't work?

That's it.

It's just that I'm very unwilling!

In the distance, the evil who fell into the dirt seemed to hear the anger of his master, and the sword body trembled, and the blue light was sheng, and he flew to the cloud head with a whoosh, wanting to compete with the 108,000 swords!

"But evil..."

Jiang He's eyes were warm, and a firm smile appeared on his pale face, and he struggled to get up slowly.

Again!

The swordsman is unyielding, when he has the heart of invincible world, he turns his hands over for the sky, covers his hands for the earth, and his palms are born and destroyed!

Boom boom.

There was a sudden thunder in the Taixu Sword Furnace, and Wan Jian also regrouped as if he had been provoked, and the sword should be arrogant.

Eight days later, on the devastated red earth, lay a man, his hair disheveled, his clothes ruined, blood draining every inch of his skin, and a thick layer of blood, as if he had lost his breath.

Not far from him, a short sword was scattered at random, the sword body had been broken into countless pieces, the hilt had countless sword marks, and the blue light was faintly visible, but it was also a great loss of wisdom, even scrap iron.

The first three days the river has been broken by the meridians, but the evil sword body has turned into fragments, leaving only the sword intent to rise to the sky, and the bones of the river have been broken into hundreds of knots in the last three days, unable to stand, but the evil only has the hilt of the sword, and the spirit is completely gone, I don't know how to support it and fight with the spirit sword of this sky.

After all, is it not possible?

Jiang He's hands and feet couldn't move, and the unwilling color in his eyes was as strong as a devouring beast.

But evil, it's hurt you...

Slowly closed his eyes, his mind echoed in the battle of just eight days, 108,000 swords rushed into the sky, the sword intent was vast, although the river and the evil were not able to fight, but they were also unyielding, and gradually realized deeper in their hearts, but now, there is no chance anymore.

There is only half a day left in the ten-day period, and after all, he can't escape this underworld, and he is about to fall in this sword mound.

The palm is extinguished, everything is inexhaustible, extinguished and extinguished, there is rebirth in destruction, the reincarnation of heaven, and all living beings are like this.

In a trance, Jiang He heard the call of his heart, and the place where his whole body was broken began to slowly squirm, and the Burning Sun Sword Technique operated on its own, and the crimson fingers also moved slightly.

only moved once, but Jiang He seemed to suddenly realize and fell into a mysterious realm.

Daosheng!