In the dark and cold universe, the stars are dotted, and under such a background, a fairy light suddenly breaks through the sky, and someone is flying in Edgeworth!

This scene was like a myth, and it suddenly pierced into everyone's eyes and made everyone's faces change. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A sword of cold light, flying immortals outside the sky.

The legend of the land sword immortal has always been circulated in the world, and their swordsmanship, their chicness, and their appearance in the dust are all the goals pursued by the swordsmen of the world.

However, now that so many years have passed, the sword immortal is invisible, and there is only one saint in the world, and the world can't imagine what kind of existence the real sword immortal is.

And now, a true sword immortal appeared in front of them, and even in the dark universe, it emitted a dazzling light, illuminating everyone's hearts.

"A real sword immortal, my God!" a disciple exclaimed, unable to hide the excitement and excitement in his heart.

Even if the sword heart is as firm as Ye Qingguan, seeing this scene at this time, it is also full of shock and disbelief, that is a real sword immortal, the erosive power in the starry sky is pervasive, but it is difficult to have any impact on him, shuttling between the stars of the universe, what a happy and chic life is this?

That immortal light came and went quickly, and everyone saw his imperial immortal sword, flying to the deepest part of the heavenly path, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The sword fairy has disappeared, but everyone still can't come back to their senses, the sword fairy in the world is not visible, but here they met one, more mythical than a myth, who will believe it?

Ye Qingguan's heart is also full of passion, it is difficult to calm down for a long time, the ultimate of swordsmanship, isn't what he pursues is the realm of sword immortals?

Ten years to sharpen a sword, but I don't know how many ten years it will take to become a sword immortal, the temptation of that realm is too great, urging generations of swordsmen to move forward, forward and one after another, moths to the fire.

Ye Qingguan could feel that the eyes of all the disciples had changed, they had become firm and persistent, since the Sword Immortal Realm could really be achieved, then why couldn't they do it?

The same is true for Ye Qingguan, the Sword Immortal has not appeared for many years, and many people have even begun to doubt the authenticity of this realm, and now seeing the real Sword Immortal Imperial Sword flying, it confirms the existence of this realm.

The speed of everyone's progress was much faster, and they saw that the sword immortal had gone to the depths of the heavenly path, and the fire in their hearts was unstoppable, and they wanted to see the true face of the sword immortal, although it was unlikely that they would go there.

Ye Qingguan let out a sigh of relief, but he still walked slowly, wanting to write down the many sword techniques here, and in the future, he would understand them and realize his own swordsmanship.

His unforgettable memory gave him great confidence, so he stopped and walked and memorized the sword tricks piece by piece.

Some are complete inheritances, some are fragments, some only have a few moves, and some are even just rough swordsmanship that was realized by inspiration.

Ye Qingguan was like a treasure to these things, and greedily absorbed them.

Time passed slowly, but Ye Qingguan didn't notice it and fell into his own world.

He had been sitting here for a long time, meditating, and the one-style swordsmanship was constantly evolving in his mind, dismantling and translating, and realizing the essence of it.

Jiuyang Sword, Shaoshang Sword, Wanyue, Guhong, Luoying Colorful Sword, each of them will cause a sensation when placed outside, but at this time, it was won by Ye Qingguan alone.

The sword intent on his body was constantly changing, or blazing like fire, or incomparable, or ethereal, and his whole person turned into a cauldron, blending more than a dozen sword intents together.

A fiery red sword light appeared on his right side, it was the Jiuyang Sword.

A transparent sword light appeared on his left side, it was the Shaoshang Sword.

A gray sword light appeared behind him, it was the Wanyue Sword.

Zheng! A cyan sword light appeared in front of him, it was the Lone Hung Sword.

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In the end, a full eighteen kinds of sword intents surrounded Ye Qingguan, the Nine Dragons Sword Technique, the Rainbow Sword Technique, and the Thirteen Swords were all among them, which were evolved by Ye Qingguan.

In the end, even the Zhuxin Sword and the Zhuxian Sword were evolved by him.

He ran the Xuan Gong, and the sevenfold que was piled up in his body, immovable as a mountain, and every pore was spewing sword qi.

Zheng Zheng!

The sound of the sword roar is endless, like thousands of heavenly swords trembling, and the sound is stirring here, making people's hearts throb and blood boiling.

In the end, eighteen kinds of sword intent were fused together, and it turned into a sword furnace, wrapping Ye Qingguan in it, tempering his sword intent, extracting the essence of sword intent, and smelting a sword intent of his own.

Take its essence and remove its dross, Ye Qingguan fell into the deepest level of enlightenment, and the ancient characters on the codex given by the old Taoist priest appeared in his heart, one by one with Taoist rhyme, Taoism and naturalness, making his spiritual platform clear, and finally even let out a burst of cheers, like the sound of the Great Dao Lun, which sounded deep in his heart.

This is an extremely amazing scene, it is simply against the sky, Ye Qingguan has only practiced swords for many years, only twelve years, but he is such a young swordsman, but at this time, he began to create his own sword path, understand his own swordsmanship, and it will definitely make many people laugh at it when it is passed out.

But the real scene was being staged, Ye Qingguan was wrapped in a sword furnace, and more than a dozen sword intents were tempered in it, either domineering, or blazing, or arrogant, and one kind kept emerging in his heart.

"What is the sword technique that suits you?" Ye Qingguan pondered silently, thinking about what he had seen and heard along the way, looking for his own sword path.

But it's too difficult, he's not yet twenty years old, he doesn't know his children's affections, his knowledge is too shallow, it's hard to find his own heart, find what he really wants.

Time passed slowly, and the sword furnace became more and more condensed, and it almost became substance, because Ye Qingguan fused the Lingxi Sword Technique, Tianlun Sword Technique, and Taiji Sword Technique, and there were more than twenty kinds of sword intent, each of which was extremely powerful.

"The sword is light and agile, and the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. ”

"The world's martial arts are indestructible, only fast and unbreakable, a sword is so fast that even space can be torn. ”

"Yes, the first sword of Zhu Xin and the first sword of Zhu Xian are like this, but these two swords are not perfect, they will hurt themselves, what I need is a perfect sword. ”

Ye Qingguan found his own direction, refined the sword intent of the Zhuxin Sword and the Zhuxian Sword, and then continued to complete them, hoping to get rid of their unfavorable side.

A variety of sword intents continued to merge, and a terrifying aura began to rise on Ye Qingguan's body, which was only a primordial formation, but it seemed that even the starry sky was about to tear apart.

"I always feel like something is missing. ”

Ye Qingguan thought hard, these sword intents were always difficult to fuse perfectly, and there was a slight gap.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.

In the depths of the starry sky, a streamer of light broke through the sky, with a blazing flame, with an incomparable speed, blooming a light even brighter than the sun, and at that moment it was peerless.

"Meteor breaks through the sky!" Ye Qingguan's eyes were as bright as a magic lamp, and the sword intent on his body soared into the sky at this moment, shaking the stars of the world!