The man didn't show the slightest momentum, just stood there quietly.

However, with his arrival, there was no movement in the field, and it was exceptionally quiet.

It's like a dragon entering the sea.

The hierarchy of today's cultivation world is extremely strong, and the seven holy lands and more than ten first-class sects can be regarded as the top forces on the entire continent. They are each distributed in the four continents, recuperate and slowly develop, forming the prosperous era of today's spiritual world.

Tens of thousands of ordinary people, whether they are old people, strong men, or children, are eager to enter a certain cultivation sect and ascend to heaven in one step and get rid of the sea of suffering, so almost every cultivator and even mortal knows the name of the holy land.

However... It's just a matter of hearing about it.

Each holy land can be said to be transcendent in a state, not to mention that others know, even they themselves don't know how many strong people the rest of the holy land has, and how many heritage exists, there will only be a vague concept in their hearts, such as which holy land has which tricky guys need to pay attention to, and what methods are weird.

But when it comes to the status of people, it's a completely different scene.

Although the status of the Holy Land is on the same line, there is still a clear difference in the strength of the current rulers.

The few people standing at the top of the cultivation world, except for the temple master on the sacred mountain on the edge of the continent, who was too fantastical, the rest of them were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

For example, the dean of the academy who does not care about the world and his whereabouts are unpredictable.

In fact, the dean of the academy did not have any amazing deeds in his life, and even the disciples of the academy were rarely able to see it with their own eyes, but when the sacred mountain was born, the temple master claimed to take care of the world according to the will of heaven, and the first person to climb to the top of the sacred mountain was this person.

On that day, under the gaze of countless pairs of powerful cultivators, that person successfully reached the top, and his whole body was fully revealed, and he was recognized by the entire cultivation world.

It can be said that most of the confidence of the academy disciples in the cultivation world today is brought by this dean.

In addition to the dean of the academy, another example is Li Kuafu, the martial emperor city who swallowed mountains and rivers with martial arts.

Martial arts is the most difficult road on the road of the avenue, and Li Kua's father walked out of the realm that his predecessors had never reached, and he was named Emperor Wu and occupied a city alone.

Wei Chan, who shined outside the Demon Suppression City a few days ago, is only a Li Kua's father for the time being in the eyes of the twenty people on the wall, which can be seen from this.

Both of them can be said to be the pinnacle of that era, and even the holy lords of the rest of the holy land looked at their backs, and most of them had a trace of sigh and regret.

In addition to the academy and Emperor Wu City, it is natural that this man is standing by the lake at this moment.

The reason is simple.

It's called Liu Ziyang.

Sword Pavilion Master Liu Ziyang.

Regarding the Sword Pavilion Master, everyone's memory in the cultivation world can only stay when he was still young, the long shirt and the sword, gentle as jade, shocked the world when he first came out of the Sword Pavilion, and successively defeated many strong opponents in the world at that time, and was regarded by the world as an unprovoked kendo master.

However, I don't know when he began, but he suddenly disappeared from the world again, and never came back.

It wasn't until later that he naturally inherited the identity of the Sword Pavilion Pavilion, and he became even more secluded.

As the years grew, his realm became higher and higher, his swordsmanship became stronger and stronger, and as those peers who had been fortunate enough to walk with him gradually died, the name of the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master became more and more mysterious in the world, and no one even followed him to call him by his real name.

For hundreds of years, he only came out once.

And that time, he slashed open the Dragon Palace in the depths of the Canghai Sea with a sword, and the entire Canghai was silent, and no one dared to speak.

He was called six sheep by someone, and only that man.

It is the nominal master of Su An and Lu Shen.

What's more... Since the Sword Pavilion is known as the most lethal sect among the Seven Holy Lands, then the Sword Pavilion Master is naturally the most lethal cultivator among the Seven Holy Lands.

In other words.

He is the most lethal cultivator in the world.

So when he came here, the Dao technique that Murong Mad had cast, and the thousand-zhang giant palm began to dissipate.

"You.... How can you come in without warning?..."

The words are full of incomprehension.

Ling Rou was full of great confidence in his formation, no matter who he was, no matter how strong he was, even if he broke it with a sword, he shouldn't have come in without warning like this.

I wanted to say something, but suddenly, Lingrou's face turned strangely pale, her face was full of shock and confusion, and then she suddenly knelt on the ground, spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood, her palms cracked, and the blood kept flowing on the ground.

The answer is out.

A visible cracked crack appeared in the air of the Lost Lands, and it happened to be a human figure.

And at the other end of the rift, the surging aura, the shattered aura, and the endless dust seemed to have been brought to this side.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes shrank, revealing a look of enlightenment.

It turned out not without warning.

Just too fast.

The eight-hundred-mile array of the nomadic tribe that everyone had carefully planned for many days, claiming to be able to block the formation of the Holy Realm for a moment, had already been broken the moment the man stood on the ground.

It was so fast that Lingrou, who controlled the formation, didn't react in time, so it caused this illusion.

Murong Mad did not show a puzzled expression.

Even if his full strength is so lightly dissolved.

Although he hadn't really seen the other person, when he saw the person for the first time, he was able to confirm the identity of the other person.

It is easy to distinguish a cultivator like this rare in the world.

If Li Kua's father comes, whether he is wearing a yellow robe or a coarse linen coat, he will be Li Kua's father.

In the same way, the same is true for Liu Ziyang.

Whether he had an iron sword or a wooden sword behind him, whether he carried a sword or not, he was the most powerful cultivator in the world.

There is no reason for this.

And no reason is needed.

"You made four palms before. ”

The man finally raised his head, revealing a calm and comfortable face, "Then take me four swords." ”

He grasped the tattered iron sword he was carrying behind him.

Then swing a sword into the sky.

That iron sword was a sword he picked up at random in a mountain forest when he left the Sword Pavilion, and it was not of good quality, and after he broke through the gate of the Eight Hundred Miles Great Array and the Lost Land before, he picked it up at will, and it looked even more broken.

His hand didn't seem to use much force, as if he had picked up a pen and swiped it lightly across the white paper.

However, in the next moment, the sea of clouds suddenly dispersed, and the surging and boiling demonic qi retreated from the center to all directions, leaving only a magnificent sword qi that was enough to cover half of the world and surged towards Murong Mad.

No matter how perfect the control of strength or sword qi was, it would not be able to reach this level, because this was no longer a technique, and it had almost completely stepped into the realm of the Dao.

Murong Madness watched this scene quietly, but a trace of battle intent slowly rose in his eyes.

The Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master is the top first-class cultivator in the cultivation world today, there is no doubt about it.

However, he was the first person in the Demon Sect in a hundred years, and he also belonged to this level.

Although I am afraid, it does not mean that I am afraid, and it does not mean that I will be so afraid that I have no intention of making a move.

On the contrary, he really wanted to see what the other party, who was known as the first person in the Sword Pavilion, was capable of.

Facing that incomparably terrifying sword aura, Murong Mad's entire body crashed away in the sky without fear, and his right palm stretched out straight.

Facing this extremely important question, the old man's figure seemed to become taller, his long hair fluttered, and an extremely majestic aura emanated from his body.

It seems to be an old farmer looking down on the harvest in the countryside, and like an emperor in the temple looking down on the civil and military officials.

It seems to have been a short or long time.

Finally.

That palm was opposite to the Heavenly Sword Intent.

With a loud bang, everything steep on the plain was instantly flattened, there was no dust, no debris, everything disappeared in an instant, as if it had not existed here before

Waves of terrifying qi swept from the sky in all directions, destroying everything across the plain, leaving only a bare brownish patch of earth.

In mid-air, Murong Crazy looked tense, his right palm was still resisting the sword qi, but his entire cheek was blown up by the Gangfeng, which looked quite funny.

After a sword.

Murong Mad's right palm was supported by both hands, and it was only then that the residual sword qi was completely torn apart, but the next moment he was shocked to find that most of the spiritual power in his body was directly consumed!

You know, it's just a sword!

The middle-aged man looked at the iron sword in his hand, which had been completely broken, and slowly threw it to the ground.

At the same time, make a sword with two fingers.

From top to bottom, ahead of the void is a stroke.

This time, before the sword move came out, the Demon Sect Ancestor Murong Mad no longer had the wanton atmosphere he had before, and without even looking at it, his entire body fell directly into the void in the distance and fled.

ps: "Tomorrow is a day off...... Right?"