Pu Lang, who stood proudly in the air with his hands and walked forward on the Sword River, had a calm face, the speed and rapid attack that Feng Rui burst out just now really surprised him, his cultivation direction was not good at speed, and it was reasonable to be forced to be embarrassed for a while, but it was limited to that, the vertical sky frame, Qu Jinjia, Although the Qianjun Thorn can greatly improve Feng Rui's combat power, after all, his own cultivation has only just reached the middle stage of Jindan, which is far from Pu Lang in the late Yuan Infant period, and there are relatively few effective means that can be used, so there is no way to cause a substantial blow. △￠，

Seeing that Jianhe forced Peng Shao and the others away, and was getting closer and closer to Xunfeng Zhou, Pu Lang's brows furrowed.

"Is there something wrong with my perception?"

His real purpose was neither to deal with Feng Rui nor to slaughter Beast Huang in public, all he was doing now was to force out someone who might exist, just because he had felt an abnormal fluctuation of true power when he came here, and guessed that it might be some old monster who had followed Beast Huang here.

Some people may think that Pu Lang seems a little paranoid to make such a big move for an illusory guess, but think about it in another way, if he is not a paranoid person, how can he put aside all the "right path" and spend most of his life to cultivate a pair of eyes like a sword?

"This beast has a deep foundation, but now the momentum of development is flourishing, if the beam is too deep, I am afraid it will not sound good..."

Just as Pu Lang was thinking about whether to accept the recruitment in time, his expression suddenly moved, his eyes flashed, and the eyelids that were about to be slightly closed were raised again, and the sword river under his feet seemed to have received infinite help and surging more and more turbulent!

"Finally can't take it anymore?"

The corners of Pu Lang's mouth sneered, but before the smile spread, his face changed, and he saw a ripple of water that could easily be ignored if he didn't look closely appeared in front of the Sword River, this ripple was only the size of a palm at first, and it expanded more than a hundred times in a breath!

“... What is this?!"

Ding Tuo, who was forced to retreat to the periphery and wrapped in a layer of purple sword qi, was shocked when he saw this scene, Rao is he thought that he had seen a lot, and he had never seen anything that dared to swallow the sword river of the eight swords Lao Pu Lang!

After being shocked, he looked at the "giant mouth" carefully, Ding Tuo gradually frowned, in his opinion, it was neither some kind of demon beast, nor some kind of magic, but the void... It's the Void Roll!

"Who the hell is coming... How can you mobilize the power of the void like this!"

As a great cultivator of the third layer of the Yuan Infant who was about to break through to the middle stage, Ding Tuo naturally also had his own Void Domain, but he was very sure that not only did he not have such an ability, but even Pu Lang on the Sword River couldn't do it either!

Maybe... The Great Sword Elder and the Sect Master have such a realm...

Ding Tuo's thoughts were flying, Pu Lang had already made a quick response, and a streamer suddenly surged up from the sword river under his feet, supporting his body to rise rapidly, until it stopped when it exceeded the upper edge of the rippling giant mouth in front of him, Pu Lang's eyes suddenly widened angrily, and his white eyeballs were immediately covered with bloodshots, but the bloodshots that should have been bright red showed a colorful color, and even two sticky colored liquids flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

"Only the sword... Broken Void!!"

A thunderous shout came out of Pu Lang's mouth, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, which made people's eyes sore and his vision darkened, as if he had been staring at the noon sun for an hour.

Wisps of free sword qi quickly condensed a few inches in front of Pu Lang's eyebrows, and in an instant, a long sword that exuded brilliance appeared!

This sword is about four feet long and less than two inches wide, and it looks like it is made of ceramic, but the first impression is not that it is fragile when it is shattered, but an extreme aura of indomitable progress!

A thousand swords, ten thousand blades, including the sword river, can only be regarded as Pu Lang's conventional means of fighting, but the highest level of his sword intent is this only sword, the only sword!

Although there are not many eye blade cultivators, it is not too rare, people have eyes, so most eye blade methods are based on condensing two eye blades as the first step, with the improvement of the realm, the number of eye blades has gradually increased, like Pu Lang can use a thousand eye swords, tens of thousands of broken mangs are already the top level of this way, and abandon the number, focus on cultivating the only eye blade... It's unprecedented!

Such a sword intent is desperate, Pu Lang's entire spirit is focused on this sword, it can be said that he has completely given up defense and retreat, and what he wants is the ultimate attack that pierces the sky and nothingness!

"If you want to mobilize the power of the void to swallow me, then I will break your void!"

Pu Lang's eyes were cold, and he snorted heavily, and the Yingying flying sword in front of his eyebrows shot away! The sharp sound of breaking the sky was like a sharp blade cutting through the cloth, and a touch of fluorescent magic was brought up with a bang! What was even more terrifying was that the point of the sword was often cracked several feet apart, as if it had really pierced the void!

However, this shocking sword disappeared like the sword river after it submerged into the ripple mouth, like a mud cow entering the sea, and no trace could be found!

"This..."

The monks of the side door who were staring at the magic weapon in the distance were suddenly stunned, and then they saw Pu Lang's body shake, and he actually raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell downward!

Ding Tuo, who was still outside the world, was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped on the Ziwei sword qi and flew over to catch Pu Lang, as for the two disciples of the Nine Turns Sword Sect who were originally in his hands, they had already been thrown elsewhere.

"How are you?"

Ding Tuo hugged Pu Lang and asked urgently, because he felt that the true power in his body was extremely chaotic, so he did not rashly instill his true power to heal him, how could he not have thought that a small beast Huang could make the dignified sword elder so embarrassed, now is the time when the great ceremony will open and the eyes of the world will converge, no matter how it ends in the end, the face of the Nine Turns Sword Sect is also lost, and it is lost on them...

“... Back to nothing... Back to nothing... Return..."

Pu Lang ignored Ding Tuo's inquiry, muttered something quickly and vaguely in his mouth, raised his arm tremblingly and pointed to the ripple mouth that swallowed all the sword river, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he could only drop his hand in a gloomy manner, and then he actually passed out unconscious.

“... Pu Lao!"

No matter how loudly Ding Tuo shouted, Pu Lang didn't seem to wake up in the slightest, and the heterochromatic liquid flowing from the corners of his eyes had evaporated at this moment, and the "only sword" was broken, which caused a lot of damage to his eyes.

"Back to nothing... This..."

Ding Tuo looked at the huge mouth of ripples that had been completely closed, and his face was cloudy.

In the dimness, there seemed to be a soft sigh coming from afar.

......

End of Chapter 507

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