The long sword was not seen in the sky, only countless sword lights seemed to be brilliant and radiant, and the entire ring was shrouded in sword light, and the entire boulder ring was stirred by endless sword qi. Pieces of rubble were swept up by the sword qi, and they were shattered in mid-air by the snow light sword light. Although the long sword is ordinary, with the blessing of its swordsmanship, it has suddenly become an invincible divine weapon.

"It's a good time!" Han Zaixin's endless pride in his heart was stimulated, the whole person held the long sword, and a sword flower was pulled out between the flips of his wrist, and the sect's standard long sword also turned into a water dragon in his hand, and the long sword turned into a light in the air. Towards the drunken and stabbed straight away, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, either you die or I die, this sword is the Tianmen of the thirteen swords of Tianmen asked. Holding the three-foot Qingfeng, he asked to the sky, let me ask if there is an end to the end of this road for my monks!

"What a gut!" Drunken Yaoyao's eyes flashed, and seeing Han Zaixin's morale like a rainbow suddenly aroused the fighting spirit in his heart. Originally, he was a lazy person, and the entire Sword Sect knew this, otherwise there would not be a Cui Hao who could ignore the rules of the sect. Who is this Cui Hao? Isn't it the big man standing behind Drunken Xiaoyao to stimulate him? So all of this is actually very simple, although the sect makes rules, but the rules can't restrict everyone, especially those who make rules. But after having such an opponent, Drunk Xiaoyao is still drunk every day, and the vermilion wine gourd that never leaves his hand is his most cherished treasure, even if the sword is like life, it has to be in the back.

But at this time, the war was burning in Zui Xiaoyao's heart, and the blood was boiling, because the long sword stabbed out by Han Zaixin on the other side, this sword was resolute and cold, like Shura standing in hell, looking up at the sky and making a terrible howl, and like a peerless cultivator who had been practicing penance for thousands of years, asking Tianxin with the thoughts in his heart. This sword seemed to let Drunken Yao see the predecessor of the Sword Sect who held the sword and asked the sky, the peerless sword cultivator who created the thirteen swords of the Heavenly Gate. A long sword, stepping through the gate of heaven, just for a sword to fly immortals!

Therefore, the surging war in his heart is like an erupting volcano, and the long sword in his hand at this moment is the howling wind, the wind that sweeps the heavens and the earth, and he wants to step on the heavenly road, just to see the peerless sword cultivator in blood. The sword became nothing, no longer made of gold and iron, but the spirit of heaven and earth, the ubiquitous wind, the freest wind that blew through the mountains, across the fields, and over the oceans. At this moment, Drunken Xiaoyao is no longer just a sword-wielding person, but the embodiment of a wisp of wind, and at this moment, he seems to have touched the supreme realm of the way of the sword, but he knows that all this is not the case, but his delusion. Under the sword of the young man opposite, he briefly completed his sword momentum, but without this external stimulus, he would fall back to the original state.

But that's enough, nothing can stop that gust of wind at this moment. Nothing can stop the all-pervasive mountain wind, just like the dawn of the sky, nothing can stop the first ray of dawn.

Han Zaixin didn't have the slightest distraction, at this moment, he followed the path of his ancestors, and climbed to the top step by step, no matter whether there was an endless abyss of death in front of him, or a bone-covered earth that shattered people's bones. At this time, what he believed was the sword in his hand, the supreme sword path that was indomitable and questioned the heart of heaven. At this moment, his heart is so pious, without the impetuousness of fame and fortune, and without all the shackles of distractions, some are just a sword cultivator, wanting to ask where the pinnacle of the sword is, and the infinite pride of asking the sky to answer with the long sword in his hand. In this simple sword, there is a fearless peerless pride in sword cultivation. In this sword, there is a never-extinguishing quest that never stops.

"Stop, stop...... How difficult it is to climb to the top of the mountain! A mountain is even higher than a mountain, how can there be so many peaks in the world? It's just jumping from a small cage to a bigger cage! But idiot, as long as the flame of desire in your heart is not extinguished, there will always be a day when the clouds will see the sun, and the Sword Sect will be your backer, whether it is in this small world or in the future...... As long as you can move forward, then in this world, the Sword Sect will always stand behind you!" In mid-air, Qing Xuanzi incarnated, turning into a crimson sword light, taking in everything, and sighing infinitely in his heart. Those who think that they have jumped out of the Three Realms and are not in the Five Elements are just deceiving themselves, and there is something lacking in heaven and earth!

Han Zai's heart was confused, the sword moved, he seemed to have lost the ability to control this swordsmanship, at this time he was like a bystander, watching his body turn into a light, turned into a sword light that asked the heavens and the earth to ask his heart, blooming between heaven and earth with an instantaneous brilliance, all the true yuan in his body was drained at this moment, and he lost a trace of strength up and down his body, but his consciousness was extremely lucid, witnessing the unyielding arrogance of a peerless sword cultivator handed down in the swordsmanship.

"I think I am the wind, I have no desires and no thoughts, and the long sword in my hand is what I want! Absolute wind, absolute wind! What is the wind? Is it free? or uninhibited? It does not stop for anyone, or does it bring coolness? Breeze, breeze, strong wind!" At this moment, countless spiritual lights flashed out, turning into his realization, becoming his accumulation, at this moment was originally just a ball of sword light shrouded in the ring, quietly disappeared, it seemed that all the sword light stopped at this moment, as if drunk Xiaoyao put away the long sword and gave up completely.

But no one could see where his long sword was, only the empty scabbard behind him, and under his short shirt, the muscles were as hard as granite, but at this time they were trembling slightly. At this time, a different kind of wind blew from the ring, like the most common breeze in the mountains, slightly blowing on the face, making everyone feel cool, and even a few disciples who felt a little hot showed a look of enjoyment on their faces at this time.

The wind gradually became stronger, the breeze was blowing, but there was no cold, and everyone felt only comfort in the middle of summer. But the wind was so unrestrained, moving through the crowd of people. In a slow transformation, it became a strong wind, a strong wind, a strong wind. After the initial enjoyment, everyone around the ring felt the force of the wind pushing them outward, and it was all such a strange feeling. No one felt anything wrong with this, until ......

"Ah...... This is ......" Finally, a disciple noticed that there were faint traces on the ground, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation, because a different picture appeared on the ground, which was a picture of a person dancing with a long sword, carved on the stone slab under everyone's feet.

"This ...... This is the sword qi of Senior Brother Drunken Xiaoyao!The gust of wind just now!"Someone woke up, everyone felt extremely frightened, that gust of wind? Everyone blew, everyone felt the cool feeling of the cool breeze blowing on their cheeks, everyone felt it, the wind blew through their necks, blew through their clothes, and suddenly turned pale: If Senior Brother Drunk Xiaoyao wanted to take their own and other people's lives, what would the scene be?

Thinking of this, no one still has blood on their faces, no one still enjoys the coolness of that gust of wind, all of them are soaked with cold sweat, and all of them retreat to the rear with palpitations, because if they are drunk and unsure, then the breeze-like sword qi directly slashes their faces, cuts their throats, and even dismantles themselves, such a tragic scene makes everyone just want to stay away from the ring. Suddenly, the edge of the ring, which was crowded with people before, became empty, and even the deacon of the sect who was in charge of the referee in the ring had already left at this time, for fear of harming the pond fish, such a battle between the sect Tianjiao was definitely not something that a little deacon who had just entered the realm of Lingwu could get involved in.

When everyone left, the wind began to rage completely, and the stones on the ground on the square were like pieces of tofu at this time, which were directly melted away by a trace of sword qi, leaving a series of sword marks on it, all the traces were connected together, it was a person dancing the sword, the long sword was flying, it was that set of absolute wind swordsmanship. It is also the most powerful swordsmanship of Drunken Xiaoyao, but at this time, it is carved out of this stone slab, but it is very different, every move and style are similar to the original, but it is this slightest deviation that creates such a strong power as Drunk Xiaoyao at this time.

This is a sword technique that belongs to Drunken Xiaoyao, this is the first set of sword techniques realized by a peerless sword cultivator, and it is also a set of superb techniques left for the younger disciples of the Sword Sect who can comprehend the sword momentum. But the two people in the ring didn't care about these details, and the drunken sword disappeared, but it actually melted into the wind between heaven and earth, turning into a ubiquitous breeze, enveloping this piece of heaven and earth in his domain.

But the only exception was standing opposite him, and the whole person completely disappeared Han Zaixin, who was only left with a wisp of sword light, and the sword light that Han Zaixin turned into a pillar of light at this time, and the fiery sword qi rushed straight to Xiao Han, as if it was the pillar of heaven and earth. Supporting this Tianyu, it is like a sharp sword that shoots straight into the sky on the earth, trying to pierce this heavenly dome out of a hole. If this day can no longer be covered on the top of his head, if this vast dome cannot block his gaze to explore the pinnacle of the sword.

The long sword was incomparably solid in his hand, the endless sword was full of light, Han Zaixin's whole person exuded endless sword light, it seemed that he was a huge light source, he gradually left the earth, an inch from the ground, two inches, and the robe on his body flew up, turning into a mysterious trajectory, which seemed to record the truth between this heaven and earth. No one could see what he was going through, only Han Zaixin closed his eyes and saw a peerless figure wearing a bloody coat and holding a broken sword, but he was still asking the sky. Colorful brilliance bloomed on him, and each bloom of light seemed to dim the starry sky of this piece of heaven, and only that **** day could compete with it. Each ray of light fractured the space, cutting the entire sky, and each ray of light shattered the big stars in the sky and turned them into dust.

"Dare to ask Cangtian, how did you become an immortal?" A voice kept echoing in Han Zaixin's mind, as if questioning his soul.