"Thank you to the five Taoist friends for their help, if you can solve your doubts, Feiyun is willing to dance and sing for Taoist friends. ”

The light voice drifted away, and the Feiyun Holy Maiden moved, as if a fairy flower came from the sky, everyone was stunned, and then they were ecstatic, even the three little fairy kings and Wu Long were also surprised.

Feiyun Holy Maiden is a generation of Tianjiao, but also a strange woman who amazes the world, in addition to the cultivation qualifications, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are omnipresent, and are called the first goddess by many monks in the world.

However, as a woman who is as superb as a fairy and as refined as the moon, she has never heard of dancing in front of people, and today, she has heard with her own ears that she is dancing for the person who answers the question, which is absolutely shocking news.

"To be able to watch the dance of the saintess, it is a blessing in three lives, although there is no regret in death, Yang will go. ”

Yang Chong smiled faintly, his elegant temperament remained unchanged, and his divine thoughts surged out, like a pool of invisible sea water rushing out, and the coercion was scattered, forcing many monks to retreat in shock, never thinking that his divine thoughts were so powerful.

The picture scroll hanging on the stone wall trembled slightly, and the hazy mist seemed to be caressed by a big hand, and wisps flew up and down, revealing a corner in a trance, like a flying sword, but different.

In just one breath, Yang Chong's body shook slightly, a look of pain seemed to flash on his face, his eyes slowly opened, and an indescribable light burst out from the depths of his pupils, like a divine sword piercing the sky, and ten thousand divine lights shone in the universe.

"Brother Yang has something to gain?" asked the Feiyun Holy Maiden, her bright eyes filled with a bit of hope.

"I'm ashamed. ”

Yang Chong nodded, shook his head again, with a little palpitation on his face, and frowned: "In the picture scroll, Yang Mou hurriedly glanced at it, and could only see a desolate place, and then was slashed by a flying sword, and he had no choice but to retreat. ”

Speaking of this, he thought about it carefully, and said, "It's just that the sword is too amazing. It's like the way of heaven, without a trace, but it has the power to destroy the world and destroy the earth, if you think about it carefully. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from it, so that you can further refine your swordsmanship. ”

Hiss!

Many monks gasped, Yang Chong was originally famous for his swordsmanship, and the Demon Slaying Sword was one of the three major high-ranking sword techniques of the Taiyi Sword Sect, and he could become the swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword. That would be amazing.

This is a picture of the fairy sword!

"It turned out to be a sword, just used to practice swords, and Feng went to it. ”

Hearing Yang Chong's words, the originally silent Sealed Sword Jue suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed like lightning, extremely sharp, and he couldn't wait to pour out divine thoughts, coercing everyone, arrogant and uninhibited, splitting the mist like a sharp sword. Rush straight in.

"This sword maniac, who lives on swords, only has swordsmanship in his eyes. Luo Qingyang laughed.

Poof――

As soon as the words fell, Feng Jianjue's body shook wildly, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, as if a strong surge was coming, and he retreated five or six steps, and at the same time opened his eyes, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a fiery excitement.

"Good sword. Peerless Immortal Sword, this sword must be the supreme swordsmanship left over from the ancient power, and the golden jade swordsmanship will be completed. ”

Feng Jian screamed, ignoring the blood gushing out from the corner of his mouth. The divine light in his eyes soared, he looked up to the sky and roared, and an indescribable powerful aura burst out on his body, like a peerless divine sword being born, with a sharp edge, as if it was about to tear the sky. Cutting off the Heavenly Dao of all things, the cyan ancient sword behind him roared in a long way, resounding through the sky.

"This sword idiot, this is ...... Golden Jade Sword Technique!"

Luo Qingyang exclaimed, his expression changed, and he sighed after a long time, he didn't expect that what the Feiyun Holy Maiden showed was actually a fairy sword god diagram, which made a swordsmanship genius like Feng Jian Jue comprehend a lot, and use this to break through his own shackles and go further.

"It's such a good opportunity, it makes people envious and jealous. ”

Yang Chong's eyes were slightly condensed, according to his cultivation, he only caught one sword in the picture scroll, and he was forced to withdraw, but Feng Jian Jue was able to break through with this, it is conceivable that his gains in it are by no means ordinary, I am afraid that his swordsmanship qualifications are stronger than his own.

After a while, the qi around Feng Jianjue's body slowly converged, his eyes opened and closed the sword, and a touch of astonishing sword intent slashed, shocking, like a sharp blade passing through his mind, which was terrifying and shocking.

"Congratulations to Brother Feng for his swordsmanship, can you gain anything in the painting?" the Feiyun Holy Maiden spoke softly, her eyes flowing, and a strange light flashed.

"Uh...... Feng forgot about it. ”

Feng Jianjue was suddenly stunned, then showed an embarrassed smile, and said: "Fang Cai only remembered that the sword was shocking, splitting the heavens and the earth, and at the same time as the body was shattered, only comprehended a trace of ruining the meaning of miè, just integrated into his own swordsmanship, so that he can become a small success, thank you to the saint for the grace of perfection." ”

"Brother Feng laughed, it's all your own talent, and this picture scroll is just a chance. The Feiyun Holy Maiden said lightly, a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

"Since you're here, Luo Mou should also give it a try, you can't return in vain and waste the saint's heart. ”

Luo Qingyang stepped forward with a bitter face, a wisp of purple flame surged between his eyebrows, his long hair suddenly flew high, and the phoenix roared, as if a purple phoenix broke through the nine heavens, turned into a mighty flame, burned the mist on the picture scroll, and rushed into it.

After three breaths, Luo Qingyang's body shook slightly, his brows were furrowed, as if he was in great pain, a layer of purple flames ignited around his body, and the phoenix roared like a metal trill, sonorous and powerful, and he only opened his eyes after half a ring.

"It hurts, it's a powerful sword. ”

Luo Qingyang covered his forehead and smiled bitterly, and said, "Fortunately, Luo was on guard and dodged in time, but he only dodged two swords, and he was shattered by that terrifying sword qi." ”

Although he failed to comprehend it, Luo found that each blow of the swordsmanship in the painting was slightly different, not for inheritance, but as if it was a practice, each sword was a kind of kendo truth, evolved to the extreme, integrating thousands of methods, and wanted to create an unparalleled anti-heaven swordsmanship. ”

"Brother Luo is so keen, so much so that it coincides with what I think. ”

Feiyun Saintess was picturesque, rippling with color, and said: "According to my many visualizations, the predecessor in the painting should be a strong man at the peak of swordsmanship, practicing various swordsmanship in the world, wanting to transcend all spells, and create a unique kendo of his own with strong perseverance." ”

"Create your own kendo? What an amazing and brilliant predecessor you are!"

Many people were surprised, there are thousands of ways in the world, each of which is the rule of the Great Dao formed in the dark when the heaven and earth first opened, if you create a kind of sword way, its difficulty is high, and it is even a hundred times more difficult than climbing to the top of the immortal king.

"Wu is not talented, but he is also willing to give it a try and admire the superb demeanor of the predecessors. ”

Wu Long took a step forward, the tiger's back was bear's waist, the mighty body was full of qi and blood, like a hot copper furnace, blazing and pressing, the tiger's eyes were slightly narrowed, and he suddenly stepped on his feet, and a strong pressure surged out, and his divine thoughts rushed to the picture scroll, and the fog that covered the picture rolled, as if a stubborn stone was thrown into the sea, and it was instantly submerged.

It's just that, in less than two breaths, the tiger's body shook, Wu Long opened his eyes, his expression was dim, there seemed to be scars in his thoughts, the green tendons on his forehead were protruding, and he let out a low roar, enduring the sharp pain in his soul.

Seeing the Feiyun Holy Maiden's view, she shook her head slightly, and said: "That senior's swordsmanship is too strong, Wu Mou used all kinds of secret techniques, and only resisted two swords, so he completely shattered his divine thoughts, and he had no choice but to retreat." ”

"It's okay, the martial arts friends have done their best, Feiyun is very grateful, under the immortals of this picture scroll, even the Mahayana cultivators can hardly persist for more than ten breaths, and the qualifications of the Taoist friends are extraordinary, which is already very good. ”

Many monks gasped, and even the Mahayana monks couldn't hold on to ten breaths, which is enough to show the strength of this scroll, if you can understand it thoroughly, and the combat power is so powerful, wouldn't it be comparable to the immortals.

"Niu Daoyou, it's your turn, don't let my Feiyun junior sister down. ”

I don't know when, the third princess floated in, slim and elegant, standing beside the Feiyun Holy Maiden, a pair of exquisite and beautiful eyes fell on Niu Er, as if smiling but not smiling, with extraordinary brilliance, envying all the cultivators.

"There's Brother Lao Niu. ”

The Feiyun Holy Maiden bowed slightly, her eyes were bright, the autumn waves were rippling, and the face of the country was open like a snow lotus, and the fairy flowers were gorgeous, with a charm that was difficult to refuse.

Niu tried his best. ”

Niu Er sighed secretly, for the Feiyun Holy Maiden, there were all kinds of entanglements in his heart, even if it was a similar flower thousands of years apart, it made him feel ashamed, as if he had become the unruly true immortal who slashed love with a sword and stepped into the sky.

Taking two steps forward, the two gods of the cow did not move, but they summoned the red dragon gods, hid their figures, and with a slight flick, all the fog dispersed, and Shi Shiran walked into the painting.

There is an example of the previous person, Niu Er had a yin and yang sword diagram on his head, stepped in, and only had time to see the boundless land clearly, and a bright sword light suddenly slashed, domineering, like opening the heavens and the earth, killing the immortals.

"Receive—"

Niu Er broke off, and the Yin and Yang Sword Diagram suddenly soared into the sky, turning into an endless world, wrapping it in, refining all kinds of sword qi, and grinding and crushing it.

Now the sword diagram is controlled by the Red Dragon Yuan Shen, a true immortal thousands of years ago, extremely powerful, unparalleled in mental power, with its Yin and Yang sword qi is a hundred times better than Niu Er, the sword diagram spreads, covering the sky and the sun, covering the vast world in the painting.

In the distance, endless mountain ranges rise in the sky, towering mountains stand in the sky, everything is sluggish, plants and trees are withered, and every inch of space is filled with a sharp sword intent, which can kill a qiē.

When Niu Er flew up and looked down at the vast land, he was suddenly stunned and his complexion changed greatly.

You may not be able to see anything from the ground, but looking at the sky, the boundless mountain peaks and Gu Yue are vigorous and upright, exuding a fierce qi, and it is clearly a huge sword qi across the earth, scattered in this world.

And the more inside, the sword qi became more and more dense, like a peerless divine sword fighting in all directions, fighting against the world, fighting against the whole world, tearing off thousands of avenues, and the most central place, except for the sharp sword intent, there is nothing else.

What kind of place is this? It's rare to be the legendary kendo yozuka? Niu Er's heart frowned, and he only felt a bone-chilling chill welling up in his heart, and the cold hairs on his back were upside down, and his scalp was numb.

The legendary kendo mound is the tomb of thousands of swordsmen, only when swordsmanship reaches the ultimate realm, can be compared with the way of heaven, in order to transcend thousands of gods, to survive in the way of the Tao, and find a unique place in the world, turned into a tomb.

There is no one buried among them, there are no weapons, and there is only one qiē avenue, only one sword law, which is the highest level of swordsmanship. (To be continued.) )