The light of the golden sword, like a three-legged golden black lurking in the center of the sword mound, that kind of blazing feeling, at this moment the sword feather felt the most profound.

He already held the golden sword in his right hand, unlike Qi Qianqing, he did not forcibly take the sword, but he found that this golden sword had a trace of resonance with him, originally, this golden sword had a noble status, although Jian Yu had fantasies, but he did not make up his mind not to take the golden sword.

It's just that when his divine sense swept over the six-pointed star in the center, he found that the golden sword had a hint of summoning meaning, he was overjoyed, and walked towards the golden sword without hesitation.

Jian Yu has always believed that he is the first person in the younger generation of the thirteen peaks of the Sword Peak, in addition to the disciples of the three major sword gods and the disciples of the sect master, he was born with the way of the sword, and when he was born, he was born with a vision, a sword shadow fell from the sky, shaking the entire thirteen peaks, and was known as a wizard of the way of the sword.

Since then, swordsmanship, sword heart, and sword intent are all leaders among their peers, and for a while, the scenery is endless, and the elders of the sect say that they are expected to become sword immortals!

He confidently walked to the golden sword, held it with his right hand, and felt the surging sword qi of the golden sword, the noble qi and his arrogance seemed to be a natural match, the sword qi entered the body, like a river and a sea, his breath was rising, and he pulled out the golden sword that had been silent for countless years out of the sword mound without any repulsive power.

The golden sword was born, it was much stronger than the red sword, and the golden light was diffuse, like broken gold adorning the entire sword shrine, and the golden mangs soared into the sky, making the red sword shrine that was originally like the Shura hell shine like heaven at this moment.

"The golden sword was born, and Jian Yu is worthy of being the young master of the Three Swords Peak, a person born with visions!"

Jian Jiu saw the six-pointed star array in the center of the sword mound, as well as the sword feathers that were like bathing in golden light at this moment, and said in shock.

"This sword mound is really worth the trip, in addition to the killing red sword, there is also the supreme golden sword in the world, could it be that this generation is about to rise?"

Pei Yan looked at the golden light that penetrated the sky and the earth at this moment, and immediately exclaimed, the thirteen golden lotuses above the sky were all brighter under the illumination of this golden light.

"This son is extraordinary!"

The elders of each sect have a hidden sigh in their hearts, the person who can make the golden sword automatically recognize the master will inevitably have a bright future in the future, the sword of the Ninety-Five, and even more luck, with the background of the Sword Sect, this son will inevitably become the unicorn of the younger generation of the Sword Sect!

"Oh my God, is that the reincarnation of the gods?!"

The ten thousand monks in the foothills of Sword Peak looked at the sword feathers wrapped in golden light at this moment, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

"Huh?"

Zhou Qian was also attracted by the golden light at this moment, and immediately turned his head to look at the center of the sword mound, and saw the sword feather that was shining at the moment, and it just so happened that the sword feather also looked at Zhou Qian at this moment, although they were separated by a long distance, but the two of them had far more eyesight than ordinary people, and they both noticed each other's gaze at this moment.

The entire sword mound seemed to be still at this moment, the purple mangs on Zhou Qian's body rose sharply at this moment, and the purple sword in the dantian in his body immediately buzzed, as if he was about to wake up, he ignored the red sword that was caught by himself, and flicked the index finger of his right hand.

"Boom~"

A crisp sword roar echoed, and the red sword trembled violently, as if it had suffered a strong force, it instantly bent into a bow, and then rebounded violently, Qi Qianqing was shocked by the power of the rebound and took a few steps back, his face was hideous, and there was a trace of coldness in his blood pupils.

Zhou Qian no longer looked at the red sword at this moment, at this moment he was all on the golden sword, maybe Zhou Gan himself didn't notice that he himself had changed, his divine sense seemed to be replaced by the Burial Purple Sword, but he still had his own wit, and the change in the Burial Purple Sword Qi at this moment must be related to the light of the golden sword.

"Sure enough, the golden sword in the center is the strongest sword in the Sword Shrine Land. ”

Zhou Qian sighed with emotion, raised his right hand and pointed towards Qi Qianqing, and at this point, a purple light suddenly flew out of his fingertips, turned into a streamer, and disappeared into Qi Qianqing's eyebrows.

At the moment when Zimang disappeared, Qi Qianqing's original hideous face disappeared immediately, and turned into a normal person's appearance, no longer crazy, but the blood pupils were still there, and the troubles had not been eliminated.

After Zhou Qian saw that Qi Qianqing had calmed down a little, he ignored it, and then walked towards the center of the sword mound......

After seeing Zhou Qian's gaze, the sword light on Jian Yu's body became even more intense, the robe had become golden, and there were even dragon patterns on it, and the scale armor flickered, like pouring gold water, revealing a divine aura.

"This, is it ......"

Shen Yin also had a worried look in his eyes at this moment, he knew that the purple mang on Zhou Qian's body could absorb the sword qi of the red sword, but at this moment, the golden sword appeared in the world, and it seemed that he was going to fight against that purple mang.

"Sword Spirit, Sword Spirit actually woke up early, what the hell is going on?"

After Jian Jiu saw the golden dragon pattern on Jian Yu's body, he looked puzzled and hesitated.

"Alas...... They are going to have a battle, this battle is not a battle between those two disciples, but the purple mang on Qingshan Xiaowa's body, a battle with the golden sword and sword spirit, and this battle has come!"

Suddenly, the wooden sword god, who had been silent, spoke softly, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth, like thunder.

As soon as his voice fell, before everyone could react, Zhou Qian's pace accelerated, and he gradually ran, and the purple light on his body gradually shone, and as he ran, the breath on his body gradually climbed, breaking through the true realm in an instant, and then breaking through the mortal realm, the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage, the peak, and then directly breaking the mortal realm barrier and entering the spiritual realm, and it did not stop until the peak of the spiritual realm.

And the sword feather is the same, the golden light on his body is shining, like a fairy fire burning, and the breath on his body directly enters the spiritual realm, in the early stage, middle stage, and late stage, until the peak of the spiritual realm.

The aura on Zhou Gan's body was full of evil, his pupils also turned purple, and his robe automatically extended from the collar to the corner of his clothes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Purple, evil.

Golden, noble.

When Zhou Qian ran, some purple light appeared under his feet, and with every step he took, the spirit swords around him would tremble wildly, humming constantly.

The pupils of the sword feather also turned from black to gold, making it look more sacred, and he carried the golden sword forward, the tip of the sword slashed the earth, and bursts of golden light sparked.

The two collided with each other in an instant......

"Boom!"

A monstrous roar sounded, and the two light clusters of purple and gold collided and burst out with endless light, reflecting in all directions, and an invisible shocking wave swept out, and suddenly the entire sword mound trembled, and ten thousand swords roared in unison.

The two of them fought with palm power, and Zhou Gan's hair was flying, like a world-shattering demon venerable under the reflection of purple light, weird and mysterious.

And Jian Yu's hair was scattered by the air waves at this moment, floating with the wind, crystal like jade, like a fairy god.

"Boom!"

The two of them were still wrestling with each other, neither of them took a step back, the ground under their feet had been crushed and collapsed, and for a moment the space trembled, and the roar shook the sky.

"Hiss......"

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