Xuanyuan, Long Xiao, slashing immortals, asked.

The four great divine soldiers gathered, and four different sword intents rushed into the sky, separating one side, standing on their feet, and their fighting spirit was high.

Xuanyuan Sword, the sword of the emperor, the sword pointed to, the four seas are in the belly, its momentum is majestic, it is the way of the mountain, and the lord is majestic and heavy.

The dragon roaring sword, the sword of battle, the dragon god roars, all beasts surrender, its momentum is violent, it is the way of the sea, and the main chaos is tyrannical.

Chopping the immortal sword, the sword of killing, slashing the immortals in the sky, the gods and ghosts crying, its power is treacherous, it is the way of blood, the main killing and destruction.

Ask the sword, the sword of indifference, a flower world, a grass and a thousand things, the momentum is ethereal, it is the way of heaven, and the Lord is pure and inactive.

Staring at the demon master Kunpeng, Lin Qing was very jealous in his heart, the former's cultivation to the heavens, not to mention the poisonous Kunlun, even if he joined forces with Bingyi and this bearded man, he would not be the enemy of Kunpeng.

There is a fish in the north of the underworld, its name is Kun, the Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, and it turns into a bird, its name is Peng, Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, it flies angrily, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.

Kunpeng is good at change, channeling all things, helping the Emperor of Heaven to clarify Yuyu, and was named a demon master, with a notorious reputation, compared to the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Emperor Jun.

The big man who stepped on the Dao Dao sword obviously also saw Kunpeng, and his face couldn't help but change slightly, and his aura inadvertently weakened a little.

"Does this sword have a name?" Demon Master Kunpeng stared at the Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Qing's hand with burning eyes, he could feel the power of merit hidden in the sword, although it was very weak, it also made him feel arrogant.

"Xuanyuan!" Lin Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Xuanyuan?" Kunpeng frowned, shook his head and sighed, "Although the sword is good, this name is unsatisfactory!"

Lin Qing was noncommittal, stretched out his fingers and lightly dusted off the sword, and said proudly: "Soon, the name Xuanyuan will resound all over the world!

"Why?" Seeing Lin Qing's answer so arrogant, Dahan also snorted.

"Just by virtue of the name of the first sword of the desolation!" A sword roared up, like the sound of the avenue, resounding through the sky.

"Dreaming!"

The three of them snorted coldly, and three sword sounds sounded at the same time, cutting through the clouds and shaking the Eight Desolations.

The first sword of the wilderness!

The four of them had high fighting spirits, and the divine weapons in their hands were ringing, as if they were inviting each other to fight, and each of them provoked.

"Today, the four divine swords are gathered, how about we compete for the title of the first sword in the wilderness?" Kunpeng green shirt hunted, his long hair fluttered, and his fighting spirit was high.

The three of them all looked at him with jealousy, the meaning of which is self-evident, with Kunpeng's cultivation alone, there can be no suspense in this ending, the reputation of the demon master is too great, and no one will go to find it uncomfortable.

"I'll make it a seal!" Kunpeng smiled indifferently, and his monstrous arrogance suddenly subsided a lot. What he wants to fight for is not the strength of his own cultivation, but the ranking of divine soldiers.

"Let's fight!"

The four of them glanced at each other, their fighting spirit was high, and they all shouted and fought in one place. Kunpeng came because of the Xuanyuan Sword, so he naturally found Lin Qing, and Dahan originally had the same thoughts, but because he was very jealous of Kunpeng, he didn't dare to fight with him for anything, and turned to Hebo Bingyi to fight in the past.

The Kunpeng sword moved like thunder, shattering the wind and clouds, and a gloomy cold wind suddenly hung in the wilderness, and on the sky, one after another visions emerged.

In the middle of the vast and boundless corpse mountain and sea of blood, there is an evil giant sword obliquely inserted, the giant sword is as high as 10,000 zhang, like a knife is not a knife, like a sword is not a sword, the whole body is scarlet like blood, it is the demon clan's supreme treasure sword slashing immortal.

The Sword of Killing Immortals was originally a sword of killing, and there were countless immortals who died under the sword, and the sword body of the Sword of Cutting Immortals was also soaked red with immortal blood.

When the sword moves, the ghosts and gods cry.

Heaven and earth are born with visions, and the immortal gods under the tragic death sword are crying in the sky, and the terrible howl is terrifying. Circles of blood-red ripples rippled on the Immortal Slashing Sword, and Lin Qing was affected for the first time, his mind was almost uncontrollably disturbed, and an extremely strong desire to kill was derived from the bottom of his heart.

Stabilizing his mind and suppressing the throbbing killing thoughts in his soul, Lin Qing stepped into the air to meet him, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand crossed a brilliant arc and slashed down.

Kunpeng easily blocked the attack of this sword, wandering around Lin Qing's body like a leisurely walk, the sword slashing immortal in his palm stabbed out unhurriedly, and the arc of each sword was extremely tricky, forcing the latter to concentrate on dealing with it.

The ripples emitted by the Immortal Slashing Sword were always affecting Lin Qing's mind, trying to stimulate the killing intent hidden in his bones, Lin Qing's counterattack fell into a panic, and the defensive position gradually lost its discipline.

Masters compete, a trace of negligence can determine victory or defeat, Kunpeng took the opportunity to speed up the offensive of slashing immortals in his palm, forcing Lin Qing into danger.

"Duh!"

With a broken drink, Lin Qing's combat power poured into the Xuanyuan Sword, the Xuanyuan Sword choked with a sword roar, and the majesty of the emperor emanated, and the bloodthirsty thoughts surging in his heart were suddenly suppressed.

"Slash!"

Kunpeng's clothes were flying, his black hair was dancing, like a god king patrolling the sky, two flashes of lust erupted in his eyes, and the immortal slashing in his palm was chopped down.

This sword is the sword of hell!

As soon as the sword moved, the endless immortal god cried, and the surrounding space fell into solidification, making Lin Qing unable to move a bit, and could only watch the blood-red sword slash diagonally.

"A sword from the west!" Lin Qing pointed out a sword unhurriedly.

A little cold light appeared, and in the western sky, a star was rising, and a majestic sword suddenly appeared, intercepting the attack of the slashing immortal.

"Extinguish!"

Kunpeng snapped, slashing immortals whining and whining, differentiating into 108,000 sword shadows, these sword shadows were condensed like substance, and they were extremely shocking to look at.

Hundreds of thousands of sword shadows were as big as mountains, like the sky falling down, and the blood-red color of the sword body was shining, shining with the light of death.

These sword shadows are not illusory, but the energy attacks of the immortals, although the strength is less than one-ten-thousandth of the main body attack, it is also extremely terrifying. This trick of transfiguring sword shadow attack can also convert the body into a phantom, that is to say, these sword shadows are illusory shadows and real, as long as Lin Qing is attacked by a phantom, then this phantom will immediately turn into a sword that slashes immortals.

"The sword is set in Kyushu!" Lin Qing's face was solemn, his figure was a hundred feet tall, and the Xuanyuan sword in his hand was pointed out obliquely.

The Xuanyuan Sword was dazzling, as if it was the first ray of light when chaos first opened, illuminating the entire firmament.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to disappear, leaving only this wisp of sword.

A wisp of sword shines on Kyushu!

The sword flashed, the heaven and earth returned to their past, and the 108,000 swords disappeared like ice and snow melting under the light of this wisp of sword.

Lin Qing's face was not as happy as there was a look of joy, and the 108,000 swords that had dissipated into clouds of smoke instantly recovered as before, and the sword aura was cold, even with his perverted physique, he felt a sharp pain in his skin.

One hundred and eight thousand swords, immortal and indestructible, as long as the sword of the immortal is continuous, the one hundred and eight thousand swords can be reorganized in an instant, and nothing can break them up.

The sword roared, like the sky falling, and 108,000 swords slashed again.

"Sword Determination Kyushu!"

A wisp of sword light swallowed, illuminating the entire sky, and the 108,000 swords disappeared, but in an instant, the 108,000 swords were reorganized again.

"My day!" If you don't destroy the Immortal Sword, this kind of attack is almost endless, Lin Qing cursed secretly, retreated like lightning, and swung out with a sword, separating the big man in the battle from Bingyi.

Without waiting for the two of them to react, Lin Qing roared, and the Xuanyuan Sword danced without wind, trapping the big man into the attack range, leaving Kunpeng to Bingyi for a headache.

Dahan wanted to fight with Xuanyuan Sword, how could Kunpeng seize the opportunity, but now that Lin Qing sent it to the door, of course he would not miss the opportunity, laughed heroically, and fought with Lin Qing in one place.

"Despicable!" Bing Yi cursed, he had felt Kunpeng's attack, and he didn't want to fight against that kind of almost rogue move, so he was about to use his sword to separate the two people in the fight.

"I heard that the dragon clan dragon roar is domineering, and the immortal slashing leader!" Kunpeng smiled indifferently, and the immortal sword slashed vertically and horizontally, turning the ice Yi circle like an attack. Bingyi had no time to clone, so he had to fight with it.

The aura of one hundred and eight thousand swords reappeared, Lin Qing couldn't help but laugh gloatingly, he knew that Bing Yi would definitely be forced to disgrace, this kind of almost scoundrel move, it can be said that there is no way to crack it. The only way is to cut off the Immortal Sword, but this possibility is very small, cutting off the divine soldier, the force of the attack required is greater than the limit of the range that the divine soldier can bear, compared to the demon master Kunpeng who is alone in the wilderness, Bingyi obviously does not have this ability.

Asking the sword, according to legend, is the innate treasure derived from the chaos, born with the Tao pattern, and the twelve ancestors and witches and the birth of the enlightenment of the Taoist tree, there is a communication of heaven and earth, the magic power of the five elements of yin and yang, for the witch treasure.

Ask, ask the way of heaven!

The Dao Sword is like a wisp of wind, a cloud, ethereal, unpredictable, like the way of heaven above the nine heavens.

Its attacks seemed to come from outside the sky, and every trace of the sword was unpredictable, as if it was traveling through space, and it always appeared abruptly at the loopholes in Lin Qing's defenses.

"A big man uses a girl's sword, isn't he ashamed?" The nowhere attack made Lin Qing tired of coping, he stared at the big man viciously, and said with malice.

The height of the big man is nearly nine feet, but the posture of the sword is very elegant, like a handsome and turbid son, with a bookish anger in every gesture, and his demeanor is really weird.

Seeing that the big man's attack flashed a trace of disorder, Lin Qing laughed secretly, and sneered harder, and said: "People in the world talk about world affairs, don't you allow others to use the sword of a big man?"

"Tsk! this little man's waist is twisted well!"

"No, no, why don't you warp the orchid finger?"

"I said ......"

"Shut your beak for Lao Tzu!" The big man was like an angry leopard, his eyes were red and he roared, and he slashed and asked, The sword is no longer like a breeze, and the ethereal artistic conception is as light as a flowing cloud.

This is the time!

Lin Qing took out his sword, and handed out a sword unhurriedly, a little cold and uncertain, and the timing was just right to grasp the flaws in the Great Han swordsmanship.

Suddenly, he suddenly noticed something, retreated like lightning, and when he looked up, he just met the triumphant smile that the big man froze on his lips.

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