The sword light is directed, 10,000 years of practice, immortal and indestructible, all in vain!

In front of everyone's eyes, the sword light of the Zhuxian Sword Array flashed, and the head of the six yang leaders of the bitter and lonely three elders flew high, I don't know if it was an illusion, even if there was a sword array covering it from countless distances, everyone could still feel their disbelief and strong unwillingness for the first time.

No matter how unwilling you are, no matter how unbelieving you are, you can't escape that sword.

When the heads of the three elders flew to the highest place, above their standing bodies, the thick blood gas from the wound the size of the sea bowl burst out, like a fountain, straight up dozens of feet, like a trance, like a sword.

The withered Yuanyang ** was urged to the extreme, a body of Yuanyang's qi and blood exploded, the immortal primordial god burned, and everything converged into a rolling torrent, so that explosive power and terrifying power could be achieved.

But under Zhang Fan's immortal sword qi, this special surname of the withered Yuanyang ** has achieved the beauty of fireworks, and it is no longer useful.

This fountain of blood qi did not last long, and the sword shape that the three elders of bitter silence finally manifested in the blood qi was also dispersed in the sudden wind, and even Zhang Fan's gaze and the gaze of millions of immortals were transferred to another place.

At this point, the final curtain call of the bitter and silent three elders was silent, without the glory and tragedy they imagined, and there was no heavy color, if it was the memory of future generations, at best, it was only the first person to sacrifice after Zhang Fan's immortal sword formation was completed, nothing more.

It was none other than the one that made the millions of immortals divert their attention, it was the true pillar of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect - Changfeng True Monarch!

Time was slightly reversed to the front for a moment, and when Zhang Fan presided over the Zhuxian Sword Formation and triggered the first sword light in the true sense of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, Changfeng Zhenjun had already made a move.

The three elders of bitter silence, after all, are the predecessors of the sect of Changfeng Zhenjun, and they came by his order, and when they were entangled in Kyushu in front of him, they sacrificed a lot, such a character, as the elder of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect, the real master of a sect, how could he not save it.

In a hurry, a gray sword qi burst out from his hand, stabbing directly at Zhang Fan on the high platform of the Immortal.

"Straight to the core, do you do your best?" Zhang Fan smiled coldly, and said in his heart: "This Changfeng True Monarch is really worthy of being the master of a sect, and he is used to thinking about the overall situation, and he can find the key point at once and break the game." ”

If he fails, the sword formation will break itself, and if he is distracted, the three elders will escape!

Changfeng Zhenjun's sword came straight at Zhang Fan, but the purpose was to save people. His decision and reaction can't be said to be unhappy, but after all, it can't be as fast as the sword light of the Zhuxian Sword Array, and he will be beheaded.

"Humph!"

"Changfeng Zhenjun, you are too underestimated by me. ”

The smile on Zhang Fan's face became colder, how could Changfeng Zhenjun put a sword in such a hurry?

"Bell!"

The divine sword trembled, if the bell was crisp, like a swimming dragon, bypassing the bitter and silent three elders' Zhuxian sword light was not exhausted, and as soon as the sound of the sword was played, it suddenly shot out, facing the hasty blow of Changfeng Zhenjun.

"Boom!"

In an instant, between Changfeng Zhenjun and Zhang Fan, a wave of qi rose into the sky, rolling like a ball, white all over the body, and the sharpness could not be looked at directly.

There, it was also where Zhang Fan's sword light aftermath collided with Changfeng Zhenjun's hasty blow.

It was hazy, and in the center of the large sword light, a little light suddenly flashed, and it immediately broke through the fog, rushed out of the qi waves, and roared towards the Changfeng True Monarch.

In an instant, everyone's faces changed.

"It turned out to be ......"

"The Eastern Emperor has the upper hand......"

Zhang Fan's Zhuxian sword light, since it can penetrate from that sword storm, it is undoubtedly stronger than the power contained in it, and after annihilating the sword qi emitted by Changfeng Zhenjun, it still has residual strength.

There is not much power left.

The sword light of Zhuxian no longer has the speed that comes and goes, and the divine sense cannot catch it, only the edge on it is still the same.

Changfeng Zhenjun's pair of long eyebrows trembled slightly, and he didn't expect that the first collision with Zhang Fan would be such a result.

Although he made a hasty move, what Zhang Fan used was just the aftermath of the sword light, and the victory or defeat of this blow was like an earthquake, so that Changfeng Zhenjun could not calm down.

"Bang!"

With a burst of anger, the last sword light hit Changfeng Zhenjun's chest, and suddenly exploded, blowing Changfeng Zhenjun's long hanging eyebrows up, as if his hair was all open, he was annoyed, and the silence of the eight winds was swept away.

Changfeng Zhenjun did not move at all, and shattered this last sword light with the true power of protecting the body, this scene not only did not make people disappointed in Zhang Fan's Zhuxian Sword Array, but Gao Shan stopped up.

To win is to win, even if it's just a little.

Changfeng Zhenjun's expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and he lowered his head slightly and glanced at his chest.

No one knew that when the sword light of the Immortal Sword shattered, a tingling sensation suddenly erupted in his chest.

Changfeng Zhenjun looked at Zhang Fan intently, touched his chest with a hand that had never held the heart sword, and said abruptly: "It hurts, it hurts, this feeling, Ben Zhenjun hasn't felt it for tens of thousands of years." ”

"With this sword alone, I also want to be a fellow Daoist who is commensurate with the Eastern Emperor!"

When Changfeng Zhenjun said this, there was a muffled sound of "bang", and the heads of the three elders fell from the air.

There is no difference in order, there is no distinction between high and low, punish the immortals with a sword, and kill the three elders.

Millions of immortals, enemies and gods, everyone looked at the three rolling on the ground, dirty, and still blind, and they couldn't associate it with the three bitter and lonely elders who were majestic and could destroy the world a moment ago.

"The power of a sword is as strong as a sword!"

The first time the Zhuxian Sword Array showed its edge in this world, it shocked the world.

Unlike the others, Changfeng Zhenjun didn't look at the head and body of the bitter and lonely three elders from beginning to end, and he had only experienced it himself, and he could clearly feel the horror of the Xuan Immortal Sword Qi.

As early as the moment when the sword qi reached his body, the Yuan Shen of the three elders of Bitter Silence who had not burned out was cut off, and was shattered into the air by the sword qi that burst away, and there was no trace left.

This kind of terrifying destructive power, when the real one is helpless, no matter where it is cut, as long as it is cut off, the original god will also be torn apart and annihilated.

Zhang Fan's eyes always looked at Changfeng Zhenjun without avoidance, only to see that his eyes gradually showed a little sadness.

In life, sentimentality is inevitable, there is the pain of bereavement, the sorrow of leaving home, the impermanence of life, and the withering of wounds and flowers...... This ordinary emotion, when it appeared on Changfeng Fungi's body, seemed extremely strange and strange.

"When I was not enlightened in the past, the three teachers tried their best to protect me, taught me wholeheartedly, and regarded me as a son and nephew, and his kindness was great. ”

"It's for selfishness!"

Changfeng Zhenjun's voice sounded faintly, and that kind of sadness and remembrance, as long as you listen to it, you can't help but reflect it in the heart lake.

"The Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect 100,000 years ago was just a lonely sect, and a slightly stronger loose cultivation could also bully the door, and the first master of the Houwu was also the first strong person in my Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect, and he fell in the battle of the demon king. ”

"Lost the shelter, the sect was in turmoil, the true monarch back then, just a small repair, had the heart but was unable to save this crisis, or the third division stepped forward, cut off the immortal road, and forcibly cultivated the dry and lonely Yuanyang**, and finally deterred the ugly, so that the sect was sad, and there was a great achievement!"

"It's for the sake of work!"

"For 100,000 years, the three divisions have no complaints and no regrets, for the sake of the sect, they are not compassionate, and now they have fallen because of one of my thoughts, I really owe a lot, I can't save it, it's my fault!"

As he spoke, an inexplicable fluctuation appeared on Changfeng Zhenjun's body, and behind him, an illusory peak rose from the ground, pointing straight to the sky.

On the side of the peak, smooth as a mirror, there are sword marks on it, outlining the names one by one, stroke by stroke, all of them are deep into the mountain, as if Ruofu is like this, can not be remembered in the heart.

Among them, almost all the names of the sword marks are no longer recognizable. These vague names are mottled with large scratches, covering and erasing them, making it difficult to see the real ones.

"Zhiguan Peak!"

Old Rabbit, Corpse Abandoned Daoist, Thunder Fire Daojun, Qingfeng Daojun...... All the seniors turned into gods, and they all exclaimed.

Changfeng Zhenjun's Zhiguan Peak is really famous in the spirit immortal world, even if it is a corpse abandonment Taoist who has only been there once, it is like thunder.

For tens of thousands of years, I don't know how many new generations of strong people are enemies of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect, even if it is in the limelight for a while, as long as it can be on the Zhiguan Peak, it will eventually be killed by the Changfeng True Monarch for so many years, I don't know how many names are portrayed on the Zhiguan Peak, and they have been erased, only one name is depicted at the earliest, as for today, it is still hanging high on the Zhiguan Peak:

"Peacock Minglun King!"

This demon king who represents the demon clan and the Changfeng True Monarch against each other is the only one in heaven and earth who can reach the peak of Guanguan and still survive to this day!

As if he hadn't heard everyone's exclamations, Changfeng Zhenjun said to himself: "The road is divergent, and it leads straight to the sky. This road is difficult, there is no advance or retreat, even if the scenery next to the road is unique, but also should not squint, a big heart. ”

Zhang Fan nodded slowly, he either disagreed with the approach of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect, stripping off the seven emotions and six desires and turning them into the heart sword supernatural powers, in order to break the people's hearts and red dust, but this did not prevent him from appreciating Changfeng Zhenjun's words.

"On this road to heaven, only great heroes and heroes, great hatred and resentment, can make the true monarch stop and watch!"

"Donghuang, you are a hero and a hero, and you are the enemy of your sect, both at the same time, how can you not go to this 'Zhiguan Peak'?"

As he spoke, Changfeng Zhenjun didn't move a bit, but as his words flowed out, a sword mark drawn by a silver hook and iron was outlined, and on the mirror of Zhiguan Peak, there was an additional name:

"The Eastern Emperor!"

The word Donghuang, big and eye-catching, is located in the high place of the mirror of Zhiguan Peak, and its level is "Peacock Minglun King!"

"Zhiguan Peak...... Zhiguan Peak ......"

"That's a good thing to say!"

Zhang Fan did not have the slightest reaction to his own name on the Zhiguan Peak, but praised the "Zhiguan" of Changfeng Zhenjun, the immortal road is rugged, only the big heroes and heroes, the big hatred and the big grudge, must stop and watch.

Speaking of this sentence, it is in line with the identity of the Changfeng True Monarch as the top powerhouse in the heaven and the world for tens of thousands of years of suppression in the spirit immortal realm.

At the same time, a burst of enlightenment surged into Zhang Fan's heart without warning. He suddenly moved his gaze and stared at Changfeng Zhenjun's chest, but seeing that although his tone became more and more sad, he sighed that the immortal path was lonely, but the heart sword was held from beginning to end, without the slightest trembling, steady as a rock.

"I see!"

"Changfeng Zhenjun, you are really a good means!"

The contest between the two sides actually started as early as when Changfeng Zhenjun spoke.

When Zhang Fan suddenly realized, Changfeng Zhenjun never paused:

"Donghuang, you have stopped viewing the peak, he said the scenery of the fairy road, you and I can only have one person to watch it!"

"The winner will go ahead, and the loser will be the scenery later!"

Unconsciously, Changfeng Zhenjun seems to carry a magnificent trend, his every word and deed, every move, is in line with it, if not, it is against the general trend, and it is inevitable that he will die.

In this case, as soon as Changfeng Zhenjun makes a move, it is the power of heaven and earth, and the unity of the universe, and one point of force can have a very powerful and 100% effect, and the mystery is unpredictable.

In this way, Changfeng Zhenjun doesn't need any magical powers, what kind of Dao method, as long as he swings a sword qi with his hand, it is an unpredictable power, who can stop it?

"What a means!"

Zhang Fan looked around and easily found that almost all the minds in the field were affected by Changfeng Zhenjun's words and deeds, even if his position was different, he would definitely do what he did, not half unreasonable, it was all right, and it couldn't be more correct.

Just as Changfeng Zhenjun is about to make a move with Zhang Fan at this moment, whether it is private or public, for the scenery of Xianlu or for his own hatred, he has to be bold and bold at every turn, which is in line with the general trend of heaven and earth.

The contest between the two sides has already begun, and Changfeng Zhenjun's first word is accumulating momentum for the next battle.

If it is said that the sword of the heart of the Changlian Daojun is to entrust its own seven emotions and six desires in it, this Changfeng Zhenjun is good at raising the general trend, moving with the times, and taking the emperor's general trend as the sword, not only entrusting itself, but borrowing the power from heaven and earth, and taking power from all spirits, which can be described as the sword of the emperor's will!

"I have heard that the people of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect boast that their elders are 'brilliant in the world, a long wind in ancient and modern times', and now looking at it from this point of view, it is not an exaggeration. ”

"To be able to cultivate the heart sword of the self all the way to the imperial road condensed by the general momentum, this Changfeng True Monarch is indeed the first person in the past!"

"The Sword of the Heavenly Providence Emperor, or the Heavenly Heart Sword, Zhang really wants to see one or two, but it's a pity that ......" Zhang Fan smiled coldly, "If it is really as you wish, I am afraid that you will be underestimated?!"

He thought in his heart, and suddenly spit out the words, and at the same time as he spoke, it was Changfeng Zhenjun's previous sentence that had been dispersed, and the next sentence was not out of the gap, as if a knife had cut the river.

"Changfeng Zhenjun stays, Zhang dares to ask Zhenjun about it, I don't know if Zhenjun dares to answer?"

"Come. Changfeng Zhenjun's face was a little ugly, Zhang Fan's opportunity to interject was too good, and he was not mentioning it, if he was allowed to continue, the general trend would become in two or three sentences and the Tianxin Sword would come out, and there would be no chance to stop it.

"Dare to ask Zhenjun, which is more important, the major events in the spirit fairy world and the lives of the three old people who are bitter and lonely?"

"Of course it'......"

Changfeng Zhenjun's expression moved, and he swallowed back the words in his mouth, and was silent for a while.

Zhang Fan didn't want to listen to his answer at all, and said to himself: "If it is said that the great cause is important, and the true monarch is the great cause of the immortals, so that the three elders of bitterness and loneliness come forward to die, there is no need to mention any personal friendship." ”

"If it is said that the lives of the three old surnames of bitterness are important, then what did you do for Changfeng Zhenjun, and ruined the lives of the three old surnames of bitterness in vain?"

As soon as Zhang Fan's words came out, he broke the obstacle in Changfeng Zhenjun's words, no matter which one it is, it doesn't matter which one is more important, because no matter how you choose, it is enough to destroy the general trend of Changfeng Zhenjun to kill Zhang Fan regardless of public or private.

If you really want to talk about it, the first thing to kill is himself.

"Changfeng True Monarch, since you have broken the seven feelings, broken the six desires, and sacrificed the heart sword, don't mention any personal friendship and personal enmity, I am afraid that such things have been turned into a heart sword by you tens of thousands of years ago, and you will kill countless strong enemies. ”

The meaning of Zhang Fan's words is nothing more than that he is a ruthless person, but he talks about friendship, either hypocrisy, or has other plans, just pick a clear one.

There are so many smart people in the world, Zhang Fan's simple sentence is enough to make them understand a lot of things, and suddenly the voice of realization sounded in the crowd at the same time.

"The Eastern Emperor gathers the grievances of the cultivators in the world, and drinks the luck of the immortals with one word;

"These two people are really the best heroes in the world, plus the unfathomable Peacock Minglun King, we don't know how fortunate to be in the same world with them, shining on the same moon and stars......;

An inexplicable feeling was born in the hearts of millions of immortals, and it could not be stopped.

The mountains look up, and the scenery stops.

Donghuang Zhang Fan, Peacock Minglun, and Heart Sword Changfeng, these three people are hidden or visible, or out or gone, like three huge shadows, enveloping the whole world, and also enveloping everyone's ambition to break through the sea and go straight to the nine days.

It's like three towering mountains, unattainable!

Unconsciously, the general trend created by Changfeng Zhenjun was interrupted, as if under a waterfall flowing, blocked by broken rocks, the mountains and rocks were diverted, and the connivance was still inclined, but there was no power to go straight down for nine days.

Changfeng Zhenjun's face couldn't help but look ugly.

"Changfeng Zhenjun, you look at this sword!"

Zhang Fan stood up, pressed the sword with his hand, and shouted: "The sword is thirsty, lonely for a long time, where is the sword of your great power, and what does the sword of the heart of heaven mean?"

"I use the sword formation of the immortals, the sword momentum of the Tianxin of the Battle True Monarch, the way of you and me, only under the sword, how can I say it?"

"If you don't make a move, when will you wait?!"

Spit out the words into thunder, rolling through the universe, Zhang Fan palmed the immortal sword, the sword of killing immortals, trapping immortals, and the sword of absolute immortals on the high platform on the left, as well as the four heavenly swords that stood in the sky in all directions, trembling together, really hungry and thirsty for a long time, lonely for a long time.

"A good sentence about the way of you and me, only under the sword, how can you say it!"

"What an Eastern Emperor!"

"What does it matter to you that this sect is fulfilled?"

Changfeng Zhenjun laughed loudly, looking extremely happy, and the word "East Emperor" on the Zhiguan Peak behind him suddenly saw a masterpiece of golden light, and then the entire Zhiguan Peak disappeared into the void.

"Boom~"

At the same time, Changfeng Zhenjun was like a wind outlet, his robe shook and danced, and countless sword qi broke out of his body, gathering into a heavenly river, as if it was tilted down from above the nine heavens, carrying infinite might, and drowning towards the Zhuxian Sword Array.

(To be continued)