A large ink-colored river flowed in the void, wisps of ink gas swirled, curling Nana, like smoke and mist, each wisp was a small sword qi, like tadpole text, forming one ancient word after another, obscure and profound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fame of this sword is too great, it is cast from the inkstone of the Confucian sage, it is contaminated with holy power, and the power is immeasurable, not much worse than the first and second swords.

Everyone held their breath, even the eight Xuanjian swords, their whole bodies tensed at this time, as if they were facing a great enemy.

A demi-saint is capable of defeating the three of them and even being able to do it with ease, if you add a sword in the top ten of the Sword Pavilion, what kind of scene will it be?

Yan Bai stood in the void, holding an ancient sword, hunting in clothes, wisps of ink surrounded him, and the sound of Lang Lang's reading sounded, and Haoran righteousness was flourishing.

It was also a black sword, but it was not the pitch black of Qianye, but as if it had been soaked in ink, one by one like innate patterns, outlining one strange symbol after another, mysterious and unpredictable, like a book from heaven.

And although this sword is in the shape of a sword, it has no edge or blade, and it does not show its edge, but it is like a ring ruler.

"Tianqian!" Yan Bai pinched the seal in his hand, let out a loud shout, the ancient sword in his hand revived, and the endless ink flowed, converging in the void and condensing into a majestic "Tian" character.

Tianlun swordsmanship, five kinds of heaven and earth monarchs, Yan Bai at this time, it is the deepest Tianqian sword, with the power of heaven's judgment, heavenly ruling, and killing qi in the end.

Rumble!

The huge word "sky" exploded, wisps of ink turned into countless sword qi and shot in all directions, the sky seemed to have a rainstorm of ink, the entire holy mound was shrouded, the vast literary qi was surging here, every wisp of sword qi made people feel like they were facing a great enemy, brilliant atmosphere, dignified, so that everyone had a feeling of guilt.

The ancient sword has a spirit, contaminated with the power of a saint, his eyes are like a torch, he distinguishes between loyalty and evil in the world, bypassing the disciples of the sage house, Ye Qingguan stood there, and the sword qi also passed by his side and rushed into the crowd.

"Ahh

Screams kept ringing out, who said that saints don't kill people? Who said that gentlemen don't have murderous intentions?

Confucius said that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and any danger that has signs should be stifled in time, not to mention that so many people killed the holy hill at this time, this is already a slap in the face of the holy land, the saint is broad-minded, but it is not such a way to tolerate!

The Tianqian Sword judges sentient beings with the power of judgment.

If you pay close attention, you will find that those who were killed by the sword qi were the people who Yan Yu once said that Yin Tang was red.

When they entered the Sage Mansion, they all experienced the sage's stroke, but many people were in it, and they didn't know, Ye Qingguan was just a special case among them, and they had seen Sage Kong in that nothingness!

Yan Yu once said that some of them have a canopy to cover their roofs, some people have red seals, the golden bodhisattva is a mud pill sitting bodhisattva, and he has a diamond in his heart, and he is a three-flower gathering, and even the head of the guard, Yi, doesn't know why this is so.

Those people who were red in the Yin Hall were people with ill intentions, and they were early warnings made by the saints, so Yan Yu had already paid attention to them, and at this time, Kong Yan was out of the sheath and naturally found them.

The three eight Xuanjian were also surrounded by sword qi at this time, one by one like a dragon and a snake, swallowing a sharp edge.

The top ten swords in the Sword Pavilion are indeed not comparable to the famous swords after them, it can be said that they are separated by a layer of heaven and earth, not to mention that Kong Yan has been contaminated with the holy power of the Confucian saint, and it has become even more extraordinary.

Yan Bai can compete with the three of them without any sharp weapons, at this time the ancient sword is in hand, the gap between the two sides is suddenly revealed, one person and one sword, just cast a type of Tianqian swordsmanship, and the three of them can't get out, so powerful, only worthy of the word "saint"!

The sword qi of the saint was raging here, and the blood light continued to surge, and the ink and blood were intertwined, forming a strange picture, the blood on the ground was flowing like a river, the gurgling stream was flowing with blood, the stumps and broken arms were everywhere, and the corpses were piled up one after another.

The stone statue of the Eastern Emperor and the sword soul fought together, and the sword qi stimulated was not much worse than that of Kong Yan.

The roar of this place continues, the killers die one after another, those who have infiltrated the sage house are also constantly falling, and the officials of the Punishment Department have retreated into the distance when they see that they can't do anything, obviously Yan Bai has achieved the position of a half-saint, and at this moment he is in charge of the ancient sword, which has become the biggest variable, so that some people's plans have been ruined.

It's just a sword, but it has the power to calm the turmoil in all directions, and many people are timid and want to retreat, but when they see a heaven and earth artifact like a sword soul, they become extremely unwilling.

You must know that it is a divine object that can make people become a top swordsman, and it has a great attraction for any swordsman, especially when he sees that the sword soul has the power to defeat the will of the Eastern Emperor, his mind suddenly becomes even hotter.

Rumble!

The Eastern Emperor smashed down with a punch, producing a terrible sonic boom, a violent wind was set off here, and the air wave swept many people out, and the long sword in Nangong Yu's hand, with a click, exploded in the air like this, and a dragon roar sounded, full of unwillingness and resentment, and appeared in everyone's eyes again.

It was a ball of light, undefined, but filled with incomparable sword intent, sometimes turning into a sword shape, sometimes turning into a dragon shape, swallowing a terrifying edge, making the ancient sword in Ye Qingguan's hand tremble constantly, and the dragon chanted continuously, attracting each other, intersecting and resonating.

Rumble!

As soon as the Eastern Emperor's first punch fell, the second punch smashed over again, aimed at the sword soul, as if it was going to completely wipe it out in the world.

Many people were nervous, very worried that the sword soul would be disintegrated by the Eastern Emperor's punch like this, and wanted to go up, but they were afraid of the Eastern Emperor's might, so they could only watch dryly.

Ye Qingguan's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he pressed the trembling ancient sword, not believing that the sword soul would disintegrate so easily.

You must know that even the Eastern Emperor in his heyday only sealed the sword soul in the abyss and did not really destroy it, and now it is even more impossible.

Roar!

A high-pitched dragon roar sounded, full of endless anger and resentment, I didn't expect that I had been sealed in the ground for thousands of years, and I still had to face the Eastern Emperor when I came out.

Endless sword intent erupted here, in everyone's shocked eyes, the sword soul evolved, and finally turned into a soaring dragon appeared here, more than ten zhang long, the scales were forested, the dragon's head was hideous, the huge dragon claws were strong and powerful, roaring in the sky, and the whole body was blooming with silver light, like a silver flame burning.

The dragon roared, opening its mouth and spitting out a sword light, extremely sharp, cutting through the void, and a trace of pitch-black crack appeared, slashing directly at the Eastern Emperor's chest.

In the face of this sharp offensive, the Eastern Emperor's response was simple and domineering, still just a punch, simple and unpretentious, simple, but there was an invincible will in the might, it seemed that the sky standing in front of him could be crushed.

Rumble!

Like a thunderbolt exploding, a huge roar sounded, the sword light was broken by a punch, turned into a sky of light sprinkled down, and was completely shattered, and then, the Eastern Emperor shook his arms, and for the first time, his hands moved together, and the two huge palms were put together like a grinding plate, so he grabbed the dragon in his hand and tore it hard.

With a stabbing sound, in the shocked eyes of everyone, the dragon was directly torn in half.

Immediately after, the Eastern Emperor put his hands together, and the broken body of the dragon was mixed together, crushed, and a halo of light was thrown out.

Looking at this domineering and rough scene, everyone was dumbfounded!