Han Qianlong found that the sword in his hand had been rusted under Yan Shiyi's fierce attack, and he was surprised in his heart, he never thought that the cultivation of the Great Demon Lord in the past had reached such a sensational level.

The iron filings peeled off from the Haoran sword contain the lifelong cultivation of the Great Demon Lord, most of which are borne by Yan Shiyi alone, such as not using a sword, an immortal soldier who is not weaker than the acquired sword body flying sword, facing only a very small amount of Demon Monarch cultivation, but the surface is already dirty, I don't know how much Xuanyuan Stone and Immortal Herb Elixir will cost to repair as before!

The flying sword is the most important thing for sword cultivation, and it can even be said that it is as important as the life of sword cultivation.

The flying sword is hidden in the cave, and with a slight thought, you can take the enemy's head thousands of miles away, and the sword cultivation is often devoted to the financial resources to warm up the flying sword, just to be able to make the flying sword get the greatest combat power.

There are many kinds of flying swords.

There are like Haoran Sword, who have cultivated into a sword spirit, have their own body and soul, and can self-cultivate and increase their cultivation, which is already the same as a qi refiner, the difference is that as soon as the sword spirit appears, it is already in the upper five realms, which is beyond the reach of other qi refiners, and the sword cultivator cannot refine the sword spirit, and can only establish a contractual relationship with the sword spirit, or the sword spirit is willing to be used by the sword cultivator.

The second is the sword cultivation with the innate sword body, but there are very few such sword cultivations, and after 10,000 years, I can't find a few, this kind of sword cultivation comes with a natal flying sword in life, such a flying sword is consistent with its own attributes, and the sword cultivation flying sword is connected, connected as one, and complements each other, outsiders can't take away the innate flying sword through magic powers, and it is also the least consumption of the Wenyang flying sword.

There is also the sword cultivation of the acquired sword body, this kind of sword cultivation can be practiced, from scratch, and slowly give birth to his own natal flying sword, which requires sword cultivation to constantly spend money to warm up the flying sword, in order to smash the flying sword out of the strongest combat power.

Moreover, it is the sword cultivation that becomes his own natal flying sword by refining other people's natal swords, and if you are lucky, you will complement each other if you get it that matches your own attributes, otherwise, it will look chicken, this kind of flying sword is also the most expensive of all flying swords, and often the sword cultivation is bankrupt and may not be able to refine the flying sword to the sharpest form, not to mention the same mind.

As for the saber, it is the practice of sword cultivation to find the natal sword and retreat to the second, this kind of saber is often extremely sharp, but because it can't communicate with its own mind, it is difficult to compare with the natal flying sword.

Don't use a sword is not a natal flying sword conceived by the cold hidden dragon itself, but it was actually obtained by the soldier saint in an ancient battlefield. This sword was originally called "Fish and Dragon Dance", the legend is that it is a powerful flying sword of the demon clan, when the powerful body died, I don't know why, the flying sword was not damaged, and it remained. Among the disciples of the Soldier Saint, this flying sword is consistent with the attributes of the Cold Hidden Dragon, and the Soldier Saint gave this flying sword to this apprentice of his own. Han Qianlong renamed the flying sword "don't use", and the acquisition is the meaning of the hidden dragon don't use, and every day the Xuanyuan stone is transformed into pure spiritual power, and with the fairy grass elixir, the power of the sword is no less than the natal flying sword of the acquired sword body.

Seeing that the sword was seriously damaged under Yan Shiyi's attack, Han Qianlong was distressed, and he didn't care about what he had promised the Pope before, the sword was obviously much faster, the sword intent was surging, and when the sword slashed, there was a streamer flickering, and the sword light flew around and danced endlessly, but Yan Shiyi's whole person was hidden in the black aura, and his figure appeared from time to time, which was elusive.

Yan Shiyi's clothes were bulging, only to feel that his body was full of inexplicable power, but he was completely out of his control, that power was swimming in the meridians and points in his body, and every time he stabbed like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, he opened his mouth to roar, but found that he couldn't call, it turned out that even the voice was out of his control, and the iron rod in his hand, with a dazzling black cold light, was uncontrollable to meet the sword, and resisted the continuous bombardment of the sword.

Han Qianlong no longer left his hand, just urged the sword intent, one after another brilliant sword rays, containing infinite power, swept towards Yan Shi like a stormy wave.

Yan Shiyi didn't feel the danger at all, and even the person with the stick turned into black light, and rushed straight into the sword light that covered the sky and the sun, and suddenly the whole person was trapped in it by the sword light, and the iron rod smashed left and right, but it couldn't scatter the sword light.

The Pope, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, suddenly opened his eyes and looked over at Yan Shiyi, his face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The Holy Emperor, who was originally pointing at the competition with the ministers around him, also stopped his movements at this time, stared nervously at Yan Shiyi in the field, and suddenly asked the Pope in his heart: "Are we in a hurry!"

The Pope didn't answer, but he just had the same thoughts as the Holy Emperor in his heart, was this too cruel to Yan Shiyi, he was always just a young man who had just come into contact with cultivation, how could he resist the invasion of the Great Demon Lord?

Yan Shiyi suddenly went crazy, making everyone watching the battle look sideways, Mei Qingqiu asked the Pope in his heart if he wanted to help, according to this situation, Yan Shiyi would be invaded by the Great Demon Lord's mind even if he didn't die, and finally went crazy.

Li Zhenzhou and Wen Lingyun had a smile on their faces, thinking that Yan Shiyi was forced to look like this by Han Qianlong, although Yan Shiyi was crazy, but he was also very loud, on the other hand, every sword of Han Qianlong seemed to be doing his best, but in fact, it was very casual and indescribably chic.

Cao Ziyuan squeezed his eyebrows with Ye Xinping from time to time, and when he saw that Yan Shiyi was about to fall under the sword of the Hanqian Dragon, he finally laughed heartily and said gloomily: "Boy, you will definitely die today, even if the Pope has the heart to save you, it is already too late!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Yan Shiyi's body skyrocketed a lot, and everyone took a closer look, only to find that his body was surrounded by a layer of black qi, and the black qi condensed into a human form, enveloping Yan Shiyi in it, like a demon god of the Nine Heavens, Huo Ran broke through the shackles of the sword light, and the demon god condensed by black qi blasted out with a punch, bringing out lightning and thunder, and it smashed into the body of the cold hidden dragon in an instant.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the Han Qianlong was blasted out more than ten feet away, staggering under his feet, and bright red blood flowed out of his mouth, dripping down the corners of his mouth and falling to the ground.

It happened suddenly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

The smile on Cao Ziyuan's face froze, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Li Zhenzhou was even more anxious to stomp his feet, in a hurry, he sacrificed the magic weapon, and was about to go down to help the Han Qianlong, Wen Lingyun was still sober, stopped him, shook his head, and signaled him not to be reckless, but there was also a look of surprise in his eyes, the young man was too unexpected, obviously he saw that he was already invincible, but suddenly if there was divine help, he broke through the prohibition of the sword intent of the Han Qianlong, not to mention, and beat him to spit blood.

Yan Shi, who was like a demon god, did not stop at all, and quickly swept towards the Cold Hidden Dragon, and came to him in the blink of an eye, and instantly smashed down towards the Cold Hidden Dragon.

The cold dragon sensed a crisis that he had never felt in his life, and in a hurry, he raised his sword and did not use it to block.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, and the whole person of the Han Qianlong was smashed to pieces, and when he flew out, he hit the two stone-carved lions in front of the main hall one after another, and then fell to the ground, and he couldn't stand up for a while.

"Pick one!"

"Stop!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, but it was the Pope and the Holy Emperor who saw Yan Shi taking a fierce step towards the Cold Hidden Dragon, fearing that the Cold Hidden Dragon would be killed by his mistake if he was out of control.

Suddenly, the iron rod in Yan Shiyi's hand crackled, and the iron filings on the surface of the iron rod peeled off one after another, and finally showed the shape of the sword, and those jet-black iron filings all gathered towards the demon god shrouded around Yan Shiyi's body, and the shape of the demon god became more and more majestic, waving his fists, vertical and horizontal.

There was white light pouring out from the long sword held in Yan Shiyi's hand, mighty and smoky, like a spring breeze transiting, winter went far away, and the ice shattered.

The demon god seemed to have seen the great enemy of life, and he was about to flee, the invisible Haoran spring breeze followed like a shadow, and the demon god was suppressed in an instant, and it was scattered in an instant, and the wisps of black qi hid in Tibet, but where could he escape from the ubiquitous spring manchu world, and finally the black gas was swept together by the spring breeze, slowly compressed, and finally became a thumb-sized bead, black and bright, staying in front of Yan Shiyi for a moment, then fell down, and instantly submerged into his chest.

Yan Shiyi took a long breath of turbidity, and clearly felt that there was an extra bead in his body, and those breaths that were flowing in the meridians and acupoints rushed towards the beads, and after a while, they were completely absorbed by the beads, and the uncomfortable and nauseous feeling disappeared.

When he looked again, he found that the invisible spring breeze suddenly turned into a human form, which was the appearance of the white-shirted man he met in the back mountain that day, the white-shirted man nodded and smiled at the young man, and after a while, he disappeared into the long sword in his hand.

"That's the Haoran Sword?"

Finally, someone found that the iron rod in Yan Shi's hand had changed, and it had become the shape of a long sword, and someone instantly recognized that it was the Haoran Sword, the head of the Eight Desolations.

"It's really Haoran Sword!"

"Didn't the Haoran Sword be lost in the wasteland by Mo Jingtian, why did it appear again?"

"It turns out that the Haoran Sword has always been in Yan Shiyi's hand!"

"Mo Jingtian is really willing, he actually lent the Haoran Sword to Yan Shiyi!"

Until this moment, everyone thought that Mo Jingtian had borrowed the Haoran Sword to Yan Shiyi, but they didn't know that Yan Shiyi was already the new Haoran Sword Master.

Yan Shiyi ignored the surrounding discussions, put the Haoran Sword on his back, and slowly walked towards the Han Qianlong who fell to the ground, and helped him up and walked towards the Holy Emperor.

At this time, everyone remembered that this young man was once again impressive, and the prestigious Han Qianlong was actually defeated in his hands.

The Holy Emperor was overjoyed in his heart, but he pretended to be angry and said, "You kid doesn't know the severity of your shot, and you actually injured General Han like this!" When he peeked at the Pope, he saw his eyes flickering, thinking of that transaction, it was hard to guarantee that he was not more or less guilty about Han Qianlong like himself.

Li Zhen's face is like ashes, and once Han Qianlong is defeated, it means that it is impossible for Xiliang to ask Daqian to get back the lost land, and he is worried that after returning to Xiliang, he doesn't know how to explain to the emperor.

Wen Lingyun's mind was racing, and he thought in an instant, as soon as Yan Shi had the Haoran Sword, it was natural for Han Qianlong to be defeated under his sword, even if the emperor wanted to blame, he was afraid that he would have to take the Haoran Sword into account, at most, he only blamed himself for being careless, and because of Emperor Daqian's calculations, most of his anger was transferred to Emperor Daqian.

The Pope came over to support the Han Qianlong, took out an elixir and fed it to the Han Qianlong, and after a while, the Han Qianlong's face looked much better, but he looked at the Pope's expression with some grievances, and said in his heart: "Add money!"

The Pope never expected to hear such a sentence, smiled and nodded, if you ask for money, it will be much easier, even if you can't afford to pay it, isn't there still the Holy Emperor behind you.

Han Qianlong looked at the rusty "don't use" in his hand, and smiled bitterly, it was all this money-consuming master, if it wasn't for raising things, where would he take this business, he couldn't think of almost stealing chickens and rice, but he thought that he had a great contribution to the reappearance of Haoran Sword, and finally let go, and finally repaid that favor, the man of heaven and earth, what he was most afraid of was to owe others favors.

As soon as Yan Shi saw that Han Qianlong was fine, he finally put his mind at ease, he still felt that this foreign general was more worthy of association than many people in this great Qiandi capital. In the palace, the rest has little to do with him, and what he wants to do most now is to return to the mountain behind the academy immediately, because the impact of the aura on his meridians and acupoints just now makes him faintly feel that it will not be long before he can break through the realm again. There is also the fact that Haoran Sword has finally shown its true face, and he wants to watch it carefully, but also wants to talk to Haoran Sword carefully.