"Fight!"

The Sword Master's formation burst out with the most stirring scream in heaven and earth.

The nine black suns behind the demon monk Xu Immortal Buddha rose, and with one hand raised, the black Buddha beads turned into a big mountain, and slammed into the Eight or Nine Immortal Seal Enchantment!

"This enchantment of the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals has restrained me for nearly a hundred years. Eight hundred years ago, the demon monk who stood alone in the world had a cold voice and said: "It has been eroded by the evil qi of the ghost gate for a hundred years, and this immortal seal can't last too long, so it's better for me to make a move together and start a killing ring today." ”

Zhang Xuansheng had a green lotus on his head, and a hundred-zhang high Taoist temple phantom appeared behind him, and a blood-red fairy sword was conjured under the dust, cutting all the silver filaments from the eight or nine immortal seals in half.

"There is indeed great luck in this life in the world, and they cannot be allowed to grow up. Zhang Xuansheng smiled and said, "It's best to cut the grass and eradicate the roots today." ”

Several terrifying figures shot out together, and countless great divine powers bombarded from the depths of the Ghost Gate Pass.

That Eight or Nine Immortal Seal didn't seem to be able to withstand the huge pressure, and a trace of crack appeared.

"The Jizo King Tower has collapsed, and presumably the Jizo Divine Soul finally can't bear it to be reincarnated. We can rest assured that we can start killing without worrying about Jizo Bodhisattva's attack. Zhang Xuansheng shook his body slightly, and three purple qi behind him appeared in front of the formation through the cracks of the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals.

"Taoist immortals, one gas and three clear. The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City was silent and stopped the three figures.

"Are you?" Zhang Xuansheng's three incarnations were swaying like immortals, except for the blood-red dust, he couldn't see a trace of magic, and looked at the roadblocker with a smile.

"I'm from the Silver City of Wind and Snow on Earth. The pale and long hair behind the wind and snow silver city lord swayed, smiling, and carrying his hands behind his back.

"Wind and Snow Silver City?"

Zhang Xuansheng, who was known as the world's sword bones when he was born, thought about it and said with a smile: "I haven't heard of it." ”

"I heard that you are known as a sword embryo Taoist who has been in Taoism for a hundred years. "The body of the City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City is one into two, and two into four.

Sixteen figures draped in silver scarlets surrounded this ancient Taoist sword embryo.

"I have a sword left by the first generation of the city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City, which can kill the immortals in the sky. He smiled slightly and raised his hand, and a sword qi slowly condensed out between the five fingers of the wind and snow.

The heavens and the earth roared.

The wind and snow are blowing.

"Today, the sword qi in my hand is less than one-tenth of that of the ancestors back then, and I can't kill the heavenly immortals, I don't know if I can kill your three incarnations?"

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City smiled slightly.

That sword qi slowly brewed in his hand.

Zhang Xuansheng didn't hide or retreat, quietly waiting for that sword qi to brew.

In the end, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What is the name of this sword?"

The City Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City smiled, "Break the immortal." ”

There is a sword in the silver city of wind and snow, and he dares to call the immortals to break immortality.

Break immortality.

Finger grip.

Wind and snow poured down.

Eight hundred years ago, the Sword Embryo Daoist stood silently in the wind and snow, not dodging or dodging, his eyebrows and beards were white, his Taoist robe was windless, and the blood-red dust was stained with snow, and his whole body was silent.

The three Zhang Xuansheng slowly closed their eyes.

Heavy snow was crushing down.

Extreme cold. Dead.

After a stick of incense.

The snow stopped for a while.

The two avatars, one on the left and one on the right, never opened their eyes again.

The incarnation in the middle trembled slightly.

The Dao robe was torn open by the power of the wind and snow, and under the trembling at this moment, countless blood openings were torn apart, and they were frozen by the wind and snow in an instant, condensing ice slag.

Zhang Xuansheng slowly opened his eyes.

He nodded with some difficulty, and said, "Wind and Snow Silver City, Break Immortal." I remembered. ”

"To be able to kill my two clones in the realm of a grandmaster is indeed amazing. Zhang Xuansheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "It's a pity that you don't have enough Taoism, if you can step into the realm of the Great Grandmaster, there is still a glimmer of life today." ”

Then the blood-red dust rose.

The dust contains the sword intent of the Great Dao.

The wind and snow turned from white to red, overwhelmingly rushing towards the sixteen Silver City City Lord incarnations.

Heaven and earth were slaughtered.

The snow was extremely red and bloody.

The voice of the city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City was not loud.

Trembling slightly, it reached the ears of the sword embryo Zhang Xuansheng very steadily in the red snow.

It's ridicule.

"Eight hundred years ago, the Taoist sword embryo, but that's it. ”

"My disciple Li Changge, in fourteen years, I will teach you what kendo is. ”

The figure of the City Lord of the Wind and Snow Silver City was a little shaky, and he stood with great difficulty in the wind and snow, and his feet were red.

But he refused to take a step back.

Zhang Xuansheng was silent for a moment, and the blood-red dust rose again.

The snow in the sky and earth was raging again, and every snowflake was like a fierce sword intent.

The silver-clad figure was all hard connected.

Three steps back in a row, one step at a time, stained with blood.

"You have never touched the Great Grandmaster realm. Zhang Xuansheng's face was expressionless, and he said indifferently: "After the nine grades of martial arts, one step at a time, ascend to the sky." The difference is a thousand miles. Today, you will fight with your life, but if you die, you will not be able to stop me. ”

The city lord of Fengxue Silver City coughed twice, let go of his hand, looked down at the blood red of his five fingers, and said with a smile: "If you resist more today, the world will be at peace for one more day." ”

Then he raised his face, looked at Zhang Xuansheng, who was known as the Taoist Little Sword Immortal with a rugged sword bone eight hundred years ago, and asked, "Do you know how terrifying this life is in the world?"

Zhang Xuansheng was silent.

Raise the blood-red whisk again.

The wind and snow are blowing.

Add red on top of red.

......

The knife in Guan Shan's knife ghost hand was already bloodstained.

His face was expressionless, bathed in demonic blood.

The man behind him was smiling and clutching an arm.

Guan Shan's right arm was empty.

He held the knife in his left hand, still steady.

Blind, with a broken arm, the knife path is straight.

Xu Immortal Buddha sighed and said, "You take a human woodcutter and try in vain to challenge a great grandmaster, and you are a fool to talk about dreams?"

Guan Shan Dao Ghost smiled and said, "Chopping wood knife, it's enough to chop you." ”

"I, the incarnation of Buddhism, am not as good as the great master in my cultivation. Xu Xianfo let go of his hand, the broken arm fell heavily to the ground, and asked with a smile: "But do you know that I, Xu Xianfo, was the son of the Holy Buddha who stood alone in the world eight hundred years ago, and was listed as one of the top ten grandmasters in the world eight hundred years ago." You were born 800 years early, and it will only be a matter of time before I kill you. After becoming a great grandmaster, it is even easier to kill you. ”

Guan Shan Dao Ghost smiled and asked, "Great Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster is amazing?"

Xu Xianfo let out a frustrated sigh, and the sun behind him floated up, pointing out with one finger.

The lion roared, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

The power of one finger pierces the void, to cut through the mountains and rivers, and to cut off the way to heaven.

Guan Shan Dao Ghost raised his knife in his left hand.

His sword path is unyielding.

Naturally, it is necessary to hard-wire this finger.

The tip of the knife did not move, and his left hand trembled slightly.

At this moment, the meridians of the left arm are completely wasted.

"How is the Great Grandmaster?" asked Xu Immortal Buddha with a smile.

Guan Shan Dao Ghost sighed.

There is no joy or sorrow in my heart, and the only one I can't let go of is that idiot apprentice.

Cultivate your mind before repairing the knife, and your mind is like a knife, cutting all over the world, and finally becoming an invincible sword. His idiot apprentice Song Zhiqing had no intention of cultivating the knife in the first 20 years of his life, but he sharpened his mind and hid the blade for 20 years. Twenty years later, the knife was repaired out of the sheath, and after another thirty years, all the enemies in the world were killed, and the knife was round and wishful, and it was called the first knife in the world.

"Old blind man, it's useless to repair knives!"

"Old blind man, I want to cultivate, don't stop me, otherwise you won't have your share of dinner. ”

"Old blind man, I'm going to sneak out of Guanshan this time, you don't care about me, and don't tell me about practicing knives, it's boring to fight and kill. ”

"Old ...... Old blind man, why don't I go? In fact, it is not so difficult to practice knives, and it will pass with gritted teeth. ”

Chopping and slashing, slashing and slashing, the foundation of knife moves, this stupid boy can practice for three hours a day.

If you're really not interested, can you practice for three hours a day?

is really a fool, can calm down and practice chopping and slashing for twenty years, and can also be a blockbuster in martial arts, not to mention the knife idiot in his photo?

Knife idiot, Taoist idiot, a thought is different, but it is difficult to find it.

Teaching a knife can make the world full of silent sword disciples, and it seems that he is worthy of his life's fame.

There are successors.

Guan Shan Dao Ghost grinned.

The left hand, which had all the meridians broken, was extremely strong, and he clenched the woodcutter in his hand again.

"In this life, it's worth it. ”

Put it down.

Can't put it down.

Laid down.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his cloudy old eyes opened suddenly.

Like King Kong's angry eyes.

"The Great Grandmaster is a fart!"

"Lao Tzu's knife, do you dare to take it?"

Idiot, look at the knife of the teacher, let the mountains and rivers of the world break, and the saint will not smile!

A woodcutter cuts through the heavens and the earth.

The sword is like a rainbow.

Xu Xianfo's pupils contracted, and his smile was completely gone.

Blood splattered heaven and earth.

......

Bloodstained.

Heaven and earth stained with blood.

The Sword Master couldn't bear to look up.

There are more than a dozen terrifying existences hidden in the ghost gate, and there are more than a dozen people who can't help but make a move.

It's almost impossible to have a one-on-one situation.

There were even great grandmasters hundreds of years ago who made a move regardless of their identity, resisted the eight or nine immortal seals, and sent out their own clones to kill the grandmasters.

The formation moved slowly.

A clear light flowed up, sealing the ghost gate from the inside to the outside, leaving no flaws.

Fourteen-hundred-year-old Yangshou knocked on the formation, turning into a large array of Yuan Force to suppress the Ghost Gate Pass.

The Sword Master finally raised his head.

Broken sword. Mutilated knives.

The blood has not yet dissipated.

The fight is still fierce.

But a few familiar breaths have been dissipated between heaven and earth.

No one retreated.

Every grandmaster, whether from the Eastern Guanxi, the Xia, the Northern Wei, the Qi, the Liang, the South China Sea.

has never revealed a flaw in the big array behind him.

Fight to the death.

Die.

Is it heroic?

The Sword Lord slowly got up, his robe reaching the ground.

Majestic snow fell from between heaven and earth.

There were arrows whistling in my ears.

The smell of blood was pungent.

Is it heroic?

The zenith slowly descended with a wave of waves.

Twelve swords descended slowly from the heart of heaven.

Whale spine, fierce owl, thunder lin, young eagle, blue bird, dragon, reverse phoenix, sleeves, hibiscus, green peach, half summer, nameless immortal clothes, looking at the south of the Yangtze River.

Fourteen swords, half fierce beasts and half plants.

Now there is a lack of a hibiscus, a fairy clothes.

Fu Hui was given to Su Da Dan Sheng by the sword master, and was transferred to Yi Xiao, the little prince of Qi Liang, where is the immortal clothes?

The Sword Master slowly raised his head.

He looked at the black-robed governor who was fighting in blood not far away.

Then take a deep breath and take a step forward.

The black robe in Wind Court City never saw people with their true faces, and no one knew why.

The black robe fought in all directions, not afraid of death, revealing that extremely murderous face.

It's the same as the sword master.

The fourteen swords of the Wind Court, where is the sword master's sword?

"Here it is. The Sword Master smiled slightly.

The black-robed governor looked up to the sky and roared.

The Sword Master took a step forward, and his body rubbed into the black robe.

A hundred years ago, the human sword was separated, and each practiced separately, and a hundred years later, the human sword was united.

The name of the sword is immortal clothes, and when you enter the sword, you will be like an immortal feather coat, and you will become an immortal.

Point twelve.

The twelve famous swords of the Wind Court are like bee wings flapping their wings, suddenly rhythmic, and dissipating in the air.

Twelve blood streaks erupted.

Twelve terrifying beings beyond the Nine Grades were nailed above the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals.

"You should be glad that a hundred years ago, the Great Age of the Beginning, that Jizo King Pagoda not only crushed you to death, but also isolated the exploration beyond the Nine Grades. The Sword Master was expressionless, "Otherwise, the Ghost Gate would have been emptied a hundred years ago." ”

The black-robed sword master was surrounded by twelve immortal swords in front of and behind him, and the sword body glowed with fairy color, like glass, and it sounded.

Among the eight or nine immortal seals, a forbidden figure once again walked out, bathed in crimson flames, staring at the black-robed sword master.

The forbidden figure who was bathed in red fire narrowed his eyes, staring at the twelve immortal swords and did not dare to make a move, and after a long time, he said in disbelief: "Great Grandmaster?"

"It's a pity that your longevity is over, and you will fall soon. The forbidden character bathed in the red fire seemed to have made up his mind, retreated into the darkness in the eight or nine immortal seals, and sneered: "If I don't fight you, what can you do to me?"

The black-robed sword lord smiled.

He took a step forward and stopped in front of all the grandmasters.

The twelve immortal swords cut through the heavens and the earth and killed all enemies.

Within a radius of 10,000 zhang, there is no glimmer of life.

The earth is pure in an instant.

"The big array is ready. You don't have to fight to the death. The black-robed sword master smiled lightly and said, "It's best to leave some fires for the world." ”

The South China Sea Chess Saint was bathed in red blood and looked at the black-robed sword master who was standing at the forefront.

Withdraw.

The black-robed sword lord is right, the big array has been concluded, and there are too many horrors in the Ghost Gate, which cannot be solved by leaving a battle to the death.

The only way to do this is to retreat.

The black-robed sword master sacrificed Shou Yuan in exchange for the Great Grandmaster realm to be able to break off for himself, if he doesn't retreat at this time, I'm afraid he will all be buried here.

......

The black robe swayed in the wind, and the sword lord muttered.

"That old knife ghost said that after thirty years, the disciple will be invincible in the sword way. ”

"The old monster of the chess palace said that it only takes twenty years to produce a demon fairy. ”

"Old man Su, you said that Yi Xiao, who has two heavenly phases, will one day dominate the world. ”

"The world should be happy. ”

"But it's a pity that there are no thirty or twenty years for them. The black-robed sword master sensed one breath after another behind him and retreated, and those grandmasters fought so far in blood, without saying a word, and left in silence.

In the end, only the black-robed sword master was left in the ghost gate.

"Only fourteen years. ”

The black-robed sword lord laughed softly and recited a poem.

"I don't like peach blossoms to make spring wine, and I hate to see things and think of the old people. ”

"The last happy thing in the world, the elegance out of the sheath to remember the old man. ”

He integrated the twelve immortal swords into his body one by one, and his momentum climbed step by step.

"Master, you said that the disciple is dull, and it is difficult to see the realm above the great master in this life. The black-robed sword master grinned and said, "You finally said something wrong. ”

The momentum climbed to the top and reached an unspeakable realm.

Wonderful.

He slowly stretched out a hand.

The Eight or Nine Immortal Seals roared open.

Make a way for him.

The eyes of the black-robed sword lord became cold and ruthless.

Walking alone into the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals.

The sword aura of the black-robed sword master's cultivation for a hundred years suddenly exploded.

The darkness spread like a tidal wave, illuminating the pale faces of one terrifying being after another.

"Today, I will call the ghost gate and appreciate the horror of the world. ”

Blood-stained sky.