As a famous sword cultivator, he naturally has a different understanding of swords, and every time he comes out of a sword, he has already formed his own style.

Take the simplest post-style and variant as an example, different people will have different back-moves left, and the timing of the change will be different.

Even if it was a slight difference, Shen Feixue could see it.

That's why he's shocked.

The swords on the other side, whether they were in the back or in the same way, were exactly the same as his style.

Or collapse, or flirt, or hit or wash, each style of cohesion, fierce and sharp, just right, without a trace of gap.

The three blades have not yet fallen, and a bunch of them have already attacked, no longer as rigid as before, each sword, as if there is a Shen Feixue (cāo) control, like a poisonous snake, attacking from all angles of Shen Feixue.

Tricky and dizzying.

Without hesitation, the star-chasing sword shadow was unleashed, and with the blessing of speed, it was not difficult to stop these swords.

Dangdang~

All of a sudden, the sound of swords colliding with swords was endless.

This time, Shen Feixue once again found that something was wrong!

As his star-chasing sword shadow unfolded, although his speed increased, the speed of these swords also increased a lot.

In other words, even under the shadow of the star-chasing sword, he couldn't stop all these swords unharmed.

Just as he was thinking, a two-inch-wide cyan sword had already arrived in front of him, and he was heading towards Xiao Xiao Xiao (shè) in his arms.

If you want to use the sword to block it again, it is too late, Shen Feixue gritted her teeth, and grabbed the blade with her empty left hand.

Luckily, I had the blade in my hand.

Unfortunately, the sharp blade immediately separated the skin in his palm, and blood flowed for a long time.

What's even worse is that the oncoming sword, with a strong impact, makes Shen Feixue have to retreat, otherwise, the little sword in his arms will be pierced by this sword.

As soon as he retreated like this, the gate of the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum, which was originally two steps away and could be entered, became farther and farther away from him, until he retreated to the edge of the platform, and the strength of the sword disappeared.

At this moment, he is a hundred feet away from the tomb of the Sword Emperor.

Looking at the countless sword blades hovering in the air, Shen Feixue smiled.

He finally knew the horror of this Innate Ten Thousand Swords Domain.

It's not the number of ten thousand swords, but the strength of these swords in the realm, which continues to improve with the people in the realm.

In other words, the stronger the person in the realm, the stronger the sword, and there is no upper limit.

How terrifying, no matter how strong a person is, in this innate Ten Thousand Swords Domain, he will face ten thousand swords that are comparable to his strength.

It strengthened his desire to make up for this sword domain on Xiaoyao Island.

Because of this, Shen Feixue smiled excitedly.

I don't know how many years, he hasn't met anyone who can compare with his swordsmanship, but now, he has met it, and there are still tens of thousands.

He could foresee that it would be very difficult to walk a hundred zhang distance to the Sword Emperor's mausoleum, but he was not afraid, on the contrary, he was extremely excited!

At this moment, what he has to face is not the ten thousand swords, but the ten thousand swordsmen who are equal to his strength.

Thinking of this, he stepped out suddenly.

This is both an opportunity and a challenge.

No matter what it is, he won't back down.

This is the path he is going to take, a way to surpass and surpass himself.

This road is the way of the sword in his heart!

Indomitable determination, unyielding determination, and unrepentant faith!

The swords in the air became active again, they seemed to have become excited because of Shen Feixue's excitement, and the buzzing sword sound echoed endlessly.

"It's a good time!" Shen Feixue was not afraid, shouted, and raised his sword to meet him.

I thought of this place as a place of training.

The blades of the sword kept falling, and the sound of collision was endless, and Shen Feixue Zhou (shēn) sparks splashed everywhere.

Injury is inevitable, but until he dies, he will not stop, his goal is only to walk through this hundred zhang and enter the tomb of the Sword Emperor!

At the same time, a hundred miles north of the Sword Emperor's mausoleum, under the same sky, there was a raging wind, and a tall sandstorm covering the sky was bringing more yellow sand along the way.

In front of the sandstorm, a pillar of colorful light fell, which seemed a little insignificant compared to the sandstorm that covered the sky (rì), but it made the sandstorm stop abruptly.

"One step further, don't kill it!" The ethereal voice of the Jade Queen spread in all directions.

Of course, this is not a simple sandstorm, and the Jade Queen has even seen the huge (shēn) shadow in the sandstorm.

"Hey, stinky, don't you have any points for your own strength?" In the muddy sandstorm, there was a playful and strange laugh, which also resounded in the sky.

"You can try!" Yuhou's tone was cold, "There is no (rì) Xingjun, are you also worthy of being opponents?"

"In that case, let's try it, hehehe......"

"Don't think we don't know, your (shēn) injuries are getting worse and worse, and it won't be long before you dissipate on this loess. ”

"Since you want to disappear quickly, we don't mind helping you, hehehe......"

The voice in the sandstorm laughed a little obscenely, and before the words fell, the sandstorm that covered the sky (rì) moved forward again.

Seeing this, Empress Yu frowned.

Indeed, she had no chance of winning against them now. But the other party has arrived, and the target is the tomb of the Sword Emperor behind her (shēn), although she is not sure that she cannot escape.

She clasped her hands together, and the colorful light of Zhou (shēn) reappeared, shining brightly in the dark and lightless (rì) environment.

However, in an instant, the beautiful shadow of the Jade Queen was wrapped in colorful light, and then the entire pillar of colorful light was submerged in the rolling sandstorm.

In the sandstorm that covered the sky (rì), silver lightning flashed for a while, thunder roared, and colorful pillars of light also appeared and disappeared from time to time.

In the sandstorm, there were bursts of "whining" sounds, as if the whole sky was wailing......

In fact, this is the result of the battle between the Jade Queen and the hidden things in the sandstorm.

I don't know how long it took, the shadow of the Jade Queen (shēn) flew upside down in an arc from the thousand-zhang high sandstorm, and then slid a hundred feet away before stopping.

After stopping, she couldn't wait to turn (shēn), and she was not afraid of the sneak attack after the sandstorm.

"That's?" she looked in the direction of the Sword Emperor's mausoleum, stunned.

At this moment, in the sky on that side, purple clouds rolled, and dazzling purple lightning continued to roll out of the clouds.

"It's the Zixiao Heavenly Tribulation!" In the sandstorm that stopped, there was also a deep sound. From that voice, the shock of its owner could also be felt.

"That direction is the Mausoleum of the Sword Emperor, could it be him?"

"Impossible, he's been dead for so long that he can't even remember the time, how can he still attract this Zixiao Heavenly Tribulation!"

"Is there anyone else here besides him and this immortal girl?"

"Is it a prophesied sign of his imminent resurrection?"

"Why do I think something is wrong?"

"Anyway, let's go back and tell Xingjun first!"

In the sandstorm that covers the sky (rì) thousands of feet high, the words of different objects are constantly heard, and after a few words, the direction in which the sandstorm began to move back and forth receded.

The Jade Queen didn't stop anymore, and when the sandstorm disappeared without a trace, in an instant, her face turned red, and then a mouthful of blood spat out.

As those things say, she's been hurt for a long time.

But now, she didn't care about her (shēn) injuries.

The Purple Cloud Thunder Regiment over there is what she cares about the most.

"Zixiao is the guide, three swords in one......" she murmured softly, "Zixiao has appeared, are you coming back soon......"

The jade queen wiped the corners of her mouth, and the (shēn) shape suddenly moved, turning into a colorful mang, and rushing to the south.

The Zixiao Heavenly Tribulation appeared, and soon after, (rì) Xingjun would arrive, there was no doubt about it.

She had to send Xiao Ji into the Hao (rì) Dragon Teng Guardian Sword before the (rì) Xingjun arrived, otherwise everything would be in vain.

The distance of a hundred miles was only a few breaths to her.

When the Jade Queen rushed to the outside of the Sword Emperor's mausoleum, and saw that on the platform where the yellow sand retreated and exposed, purple thunder was falling wildly, and the whole person fell into a sluggish state.

She had thought of many possibilities that would cause the Zixiao Heavenly Tribulation to fall, but she had never imagined such a scene in front of her.

Purple and brilliant lightning came one after another, like a giant python with purple fire (shēn), constantly leaving from the sky, slashing directly at the young man on the platform, flashing and moving.

It was actually the Zixia Heavenly Tribulation that he induced?

But he's just a mortal who can't even transmit sound into the gods!

No matter how the Jade Queen ponders, she can't think through it, a person who escapes from the human world can actually attract the Zixiao Heavenly Tribulation!

But the truth is right in front of her, and no matter how incomprehensible she is, she has to accept it.

After looking at it for a long time, the Jade Queen God (qíng) became deeper and deeper, and her brows were furrowed like a rag, which really hurt her peerless appearance.

"I can't imagine that besides him, there can be someone else who can attract this Purple Sky Thunder Tribulation. She muttered to herself.