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The dense thunder of the wasteland was as scarlet as blood.

The dome is a grand scene, full of monsters.

On the magnificent pillar of sword qi light, it was painted with dripping scarlet colors, and wisps of thunder light flowed downstream, like paint smearing, covering the pillar of sword qi light.

In the crackling thunder, the sword qi was blowing.

In the center of heaven and earth, there is a thin man.

His complexion looked ruddy under the light of blood-red thunder, but there was a sickly pale, and the corners of his clothes that were constantly flying were hunting in the sword qi.

He carried a quaint long sword.

There is nothing brilliant about that ancient sword, the scabbard, the sword spike, and the sword body are all different from ordinary long swords, and there is no ingenious design of the craftsman, it looks like the worn-out long sword in the hands of every down-and-out swordsman in the Central Plains.

Dugu.

Jian Zongming's Dugu has been inserted in the stele of Liuxian for sixteen years.

This sword, except for the meaning of loneliness, is really nothing.

It is not as strong as the fourteen sword sharps in the Wind Court Sword Mansion, and it is not as strong as the sword qi of most of the swords in this world.

Until now, the virtual sword "cause and effect" has merged with Dugu and entered one sheath.

His Royal Highness looked at the sick man in the pillar of sword qi light, knowing that in a few moments, the scarlet blood light above his head was about to descend.

Li Changge has nothing left.

There are no sword bones.

There is no cultivation.

If it weren't for the "Dugu" who still carried the sword Zongming in his hand, then he would be no different from a wasted person who had no cultivation.

The county lord clenched his sleeves with both hands, inside the purple clothes, the demonic aura was agitating, her eyes were fixed on the thunder light above the sky, and the demonic aura of the dragon sparrow gradually became stronger after the scabbard was returned to the sheath.

She even came up with the idea of fighting for her senior brother.

"Don't do anything stupid. ”

The Great Bright Palace Lord said lightly: "The scale of this Heavenly Tribulation should have reached the realm of Seventy-Nine, with a total of sixty-three Heavenly Thunders, and the Demon Magic Technique, even if you recover your heyday, it will never be possible to resist this Thunder Tribulation." ”

His Royal Highness had seen a record of the "Heavenly Tribulation" in the ancient scrolls, which involved the ancient age of the gods. The scale of the heavenly tribulation is divided by the number of heavenly thunders, a total of nine realms from one to ninety-one, and the more fierce the punishment, the more thunder.

Practitioners of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, if they do not do things against the sky, such as killing living beings and slaughtering human cities, they should not be punished by the heavenly calamity, and the path of cultivation can be called "smooth sailing".

Demon law, demon way, is diametrically opposed.

In addition to the two demons, there is also a repair.

Sword Cultivation.

The heaven and earth thunder tribulation was originally a heroic and righteous spirit, and the innocent were not punished.

But in ancient times, the emergence of sword cultivation broke many balances, and the cultivation of sword cultivation was extremely difficult, the entry was extremely slow, and the catastrophe when breaking through was extremely great.

The thunder tribulation is to punish those sword cultivators who practice against the sky.

Sword Sect Ming looked at the magnificent blood light entrenched above the firmament, and said softly: "Demon Dao cultivators, even if they cultivate to the realm of the Great Grandmaster, they are only the top of the Five Nine Thunder Tribulation, and there is still a way to survive in heaven and earth. But if the sword cultivator wants to achieve the sword immortal, he needs to meet the five or nine thunder tribulations, and if he wants to cultivate into a great sword immortal, it is even more seventy-nine heavenly tribulations, and there is no chance of survival. ”

His Royal Highness was a little dumbfounded.

"He's robbing. ”

Jian Zongming said calmly: "Like me, if you don't break the realm, it's enough, once you break the realm, the heavenly tribulation will be full...... As you can see now. ”

He glanced at His Royal Highness, and Mu Ran said, "This is also the reason why I was reluctant to kill that woman who was too void just now, kill her...... All it takes is a sword, but it's not time for me to break through. ”

Jian Zongming paused and said, "If I make a move, I may trigger ...... Ninety-nine Heavenly Tribulation. ”

Yi Xiao was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Jian Zongming pointed to Li Changge in the pillar of sword qi light in the distance.

He said calmly: "He is the most dazzling sword cultivator in this world, but unfortunately he was born an era later than me, and he is still immature. In this spring and autumn world, my Dugu, except for him, there is no second person who can hold it. Therefore, he wants to face the Heavenly Tribulation, and it doesn't hurt to lend him this sword. ”

Jian Zongming lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and his clothes fluttered.

He smiled to himself, "Look. If he really brought out the heavenly 'old immortality', then it will be time for me to draw my sword. ”

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Li Changge first carried Dugu.

He stood in the middle of heaven and earth, outside the pillar of sword qi light, the dust was bulging, and the tornado was rolling.

He looked up.

Li Changge looked at the blood light above the sky, and the demon faces that he had seen in the heavy snow in the Western Regions faintly flashed in the thunder light, majestic karma, inevitable.

Cause and effect can sense that invisible karma, wisps of it, and entangle itself.

Layer upon layer, all debts.

Wisp after wisp, all have to be returned.

Li Changge smiled, not caring at all.

Originally, he was just carrying a sword.

Not now.

Carrying a sword becomes a clutching sword.

Li Changge clutched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the green tendons on his fingertips slowly bloomed out, spreading to his arms, and the sleeves seemed to be filled with a strong wind.

He seemed to be extremely struggling, and he was extremely struggling to lift Dugu.

Lift up Dugu and point to the sky.

The corners of his lips are slightly upturned.

Li Changge is a restrained and gentle person.

He smiled slightly, but like all swordsmen in this world, he made a movement of raising his sword to the sky.

If you can't be mad, why take a sword?

If you can't be crazy, how can you be called an immortal?

There are five demons in the world, a great life in the Spring and Autumn Period.

He Li Changge, sitting firmly in the first place!

The thunder in the sky seemed to sense the ants on the ground, the provocative posture of standing with a sword.

The majestic scarlet blood qi no longer gathers momentum, and it seems to "slowly" turn over a wave above the sky, and then it falls down in an instant!

The first thunder!

The muffled sound of the explosion thundered through the sky and smashed out a hole, and the blood-red pillar of light was aimed at the sword qi pillar and smashed straight down!

In an instant, the wasteland was flooded, and the majestic thunder light washed down, turning a sea of blood-red and silver thunder within a radius of one mile!

The palace master of the Great Light Palace frowned, his hands were fluttering in his sleeves, and the sword qi barrier was obviously squeezed by the thunder light to a very small range, barely able to cover everyone, and the white clothes and white sleeves were inevitably contaminated with a fleeting leaping thunder light.

His Royal Highness's eyes were full of gold, staring at the shining thunder light, his eyes bleeding, and looking into the scattered pillar of sword qi light.

The man who had lost his cultivation was overwhelmed by the catastrophe in an instant.

Li Changge had no vitality, so he could only use his sword intent to resist the sword.

He drove out of the three-foot sword domain with great difficulty.

A sword is repaired by the Sword Cultivator.

A sword has three feet.

Therefore, the life of sword cultivation is only three feet.

In the sea of thunder, his figure staggered, like a lonely boat, smashed by the waves from all directions, almost unsteady on his feet, lonely, and desolate.

He still holds Dugu high.

On his face, the corners of his lips were no longer slightly curled before the catastrophe struck.

He closed his eyes.

No longer looking at the immense thunder around him, how he drowned himself.

His throat churned, and depression built up in his chest.

The world is not happy, and the world is not as good as it should be.

He cultivates the sword and does great good, if a sword can't be satisfied, why bother to cultivate the sword again!

If a sword can't split this day, why bother cultivating the sword again!

Li Changge is no longer the restrained and gentle swordsman, no longer the man who is kind as water and behaves meekly.

The sleeves of his shirt were torn apart by the lightning that seeped into the sword domain, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

He didn't care.

He snapped open his eyes.

The eyes that were staring at the top of the sky burst out with a brilliance that was even more scorching than thunder!

Li Changge couldn't hold back something in his throat, he wanted to drill out, keep brewing, keep accumulating, and finally burst out!

"Come on—"

The sound of wild and wanton laughter was like disdain, like a provocation.

He held Dugu high, the white cool wooden bun had already turned into powder, and the ground under his feet had been smashed by the thunder and torn apart.

In the midst of heaven and earth, a lonely man raised his sword.

He shouted.

"Come on!!"

Sword Cultivation.

Sword Immortal.

Great Sword Immortal.

At the end of the sky, there seems to be "people" looking down on the world indifferently and ruthlessly.

The sun and the moon overlap, and the tide rises and falls.

Some people live, some people die.

But God wants you to die, and you can't live.

A second bolt of lightning fell.

Then came the third course, the fourth course.

A total of nine thunder rays, menacing, did not stop at all, one after another, the power of the thunder tribulation that had accumulated in the entire cloud for a long time was emptied, and this first nine tribulation was split.

Then the thunderclouds on Xiandao in the South China Sea, like a wolf, regained momentum and accumulated a second terrifying thunderstorm.

The thunderstorm was suppressed in a very small area, and did not hurt the innocent.

Nine magnificent thunder rays have been struck, all of which hit a very small landing point, and the thunder light spread out after landing on the ground, except for the shocking visual effect, has no killing power, and it falls on the sleeves of the body, and it only has time to jump, and then it flashes away and turns into nothingness.

Under the grand thunder feast, His Royal Highness's eyes overflowed with blood.

Zhu Lianxiang enlarged his eyesight, and forcibly looked directly at the thunder tribulation that was close at hand, and when the remaining eight thunder tribulations went forward and smashed down to the earth, Yi Xiao burst out of countless gold stars in front of his eyes, almost blind.

His Royal Highness closed his eyes.

The rumbling thunder was no longer in his ears.

He sensed the touch of someone pinching flesh and blood on his shoulder, and when he opened his eyes again, the face of the small hall was pale, and he immediately understood why Wei Lingshan was pinching his shoulder.

The blood-red thunder light replaced the sword qi light pillar.

Outside the thunder pillar, the scarlet thunder jumped, jumped, patrolled back and forth, if anyone dared to step into the scope of the tribulation, it would be regarded as bearing the catastrophe together, and there would be death and no life.

In the thunder pillar, everything turned into powder.

The land, the land and the rocks, are all nothingness.

The sick man in plain clothes and light sleeves may be the reason for the toughness of the sword domain, under the thunderstorm, the sleeves were torn, but it was only the sleeves that were torn, and there was no more damage, suspended in the air at the moment, as if he had lost gravity, and the white clothes dyed red were like peacocks opening the screen, more like ink, floating.

Li Changge closed his eyes.

His hands were still clenched tightly on Dugu, refusing to let go.

Seventy-nine thunder tribulations, the nineteenth has ended, and the twenty-ninth has not yet fallen.

This man who lost his sword bones and lost his disrepair, with just one breath of sword qi, really survived the first thunder tribulation.

How magnificent?

But that's all there is to it.

His consciousness had been shattered by the thunderstorm.

A piece of chaos is in chaos.

There seemed to be an invisible guiding force at the end of the firmament, pulling his body and lifting him inch by inch, floating towards the firmament.

Jian Zongming looked at Li Changge.

He shook his head.

Heavy, and regretfully shake his head.

Heaven has never had the virtue of a good life.

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(PS: 1 The death of the sword fairy is a very important plot, so one change a day, and tomorrow the death of the sword fairy will be changed, and then it should resume two changes a day.) 2 This chapter will make everyone fully feel the "happiness" of chasing more, if you post a book review, wait until the death of the sword fairy is finished, and re-read the book review you posted, it should be more interesting. ）