"One sword immortal kneel."

"One of Li Jianshen's famous stunts back then."

Zhu Yuyan muttered, and a little worry unconsciously appeared on his pretty face.

"What a domineering sword."

Nangong Servant spoke, and his eyebrows furrowed.

This sword is overbearing

It is not the fierceness of the sword qi, but the power to overwhelm people, and the glory of heavenly power to coerce all living beings.

How domineering is it to dare to call the heavenly immortals to kneel?

The sword qi fell in the air, across the sky, and the sky shook, like boiling water, as if it was not a sword light.

It is a mountain, an ocean, a heaven and earth, Qiankun is the sword bone, and the sword path is the blade.

"Click"

The muscles and bones in the body trembled in unison, emitting a dragon roar, the qi and blood boiled, and the thirteen-layer dragon operated like a dragon.

Qi and blood turn into moths, spine becomes a big dragon, muscles bulge, take a step forward, open mouth and roar, and the dragon groans shocking the world.

"Not enough."

The man in the white robe spoke, his eyes were like torches, he let out a burning mouth, and his shoulders shook.

Then he lifted up the glorious heavenly power that intimidated all living beings, stretched out his right hand, pinched the dragon seal, and lifted up heaven and earth.

The sleeve robe stirred, took two steps in a row, rushed into the hundred zhang firmament, and knelt towards the sword immortal.

The sword light was suppressed, the world turned upside down, and the power of heaven and earth seemed to be about to condense into substance.

The rolling dark clouds were torn from the middle, and the sword qi was vented, causing a violent wind and a blizzard to follow, what a terrifying scene.

Countless glances looked over and fell on the white-robed man who soared into the sky.

"Isn't this a knife?"

"It's a bit too much."

King Qingzhou spoke, his tone solemn.

As the world knows, Yan Hou's sword technique is the strongest swordsman in the world, the Northern Python and the Central Plains.

He shook back the Northern Python Army God Tuoba Bodhisattva twice.

But when facing the one-armed old man, the invincible old sword god in the world before the armor, he has always met the enemy with his fists and feet, and the long knife at his waist has never been unsheathed.

"Senior, let's see how Benhou breaks this sword of yours."

Above the firmament, lightning and thunder, fierce winds, dark clouds surged, Lin Xuan rushed into it, and sword qi fell from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared within three feet in front of him, and the terrible coercion came to him, and the wind and snow within thousands of zhang were torn apart by a sword and wrapped in sword light.

Every wisp of wind is the most powerful sword qi

Every piece of flying snow is the most domineering sword light

The fierce wind swept the snow but it was difficult to get close to his body, and his hands came out in unison, his five fingers spread, scattered the dragon palm print, and shot towards the sword light.

"Boom"

Sword Qi 10 slashed at his body, and was bounced off by a stream of qi, and Mars splashed, rippling a little.

Cut on the back of the hand, not to mention the scars, not even a little white mark.

"Poof"

Ten fingers were inserted into the sword light, and both hands opened and closed, and the hundred zhang sword light was crushed abruptly, turning it into a chaotic storm of sword qi.

The two hands squeezed the palm, pushed out horizontally, and the palm power encompassed thousands of zhang around the body, annihilating all the sword qi.

The white robe stirred, stepped out, made a moon shape in his right hand, swept forward, and once again held the wind and snow.

The palm reversed, turned into a palm print, and went towards the one-armed old man's print.

"Boom"

The one-armed old man took out a sword and slashed towards the wind and snow big handprint, the sword light was vast, and the sword qi stretched.

"Little Doyle."

Lin Xuan spoke, holding the dragon with five fingers, the wind and snow roared, and then swallowed the sword qi, and the heavy snow continued to soar, making the dragon palm, wrapped in the overwhelming wind and snow, turned into a big snow dragon, opening its teeth and dancing its claws.

The old sword god's face was solemn, his toes were a little, he swept back, his body melted into the wind and snow, he avoided this palm, held the sword with one arm, and cut out a sword diagonally.

The wind and snow behind him followed, and the sword qi was terrifying.

The white-robed man came out with both hands, and one after another domineering palm power wrapped the wind and snow, and in an instant, more than ten palms appeared.

The palm power turned into a big snow dragon, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the one-armed old man also shot out more than ten swords, slashing the dragon and breaking the snow.

Stepping on the void, the heaven and earth shook slightly, and the terrifying strength passed through the thousands of zhang space, fell to the ground, and within a radius of ten zhang, the earth collapsed.

"This."

Nangong Servant who watched several people was shocked.

This level of confrontation is not something they can intervene in at all, they can only stand and watch from afar, if they get closer, they may not even know how to die.

"Boom"

The Baizhang Great Snow Dragon roared, swallowing the wind and snow in all directions in one gulp, and rushed towards the one-armed old man.

"Boom"

The sword qi slashed on it, the wind and snow exploded, a figure rushed out from it, the already terrifying aura on his body rose again, and the qi machine of the land god fairy realm was one after another.

"Haha, the afterlife is terrible."

The laughter of the one-armed old man echoed in this world, his body getting taller and taller, and he swayed up, like a kunai out of the North Sea and flying into the sky.

"Queen Yan, the old man still has the last sword."

"Positive advice."

Lin Xuan also laughed, his shoulders shook, the wind was fierce, and his feet stepped on the void, more than a hundred feet in one step.

The whole body was wrapped with a surging three-point return to the vitality body, exuding an extremely fierce aura.

Not like a mortal, more like a terrifying ancient ferocious beast, murderous, surging with qi and blood, rushing out from the surrounding caves.

"The sword opens the gate of heaven."

The one-armed old man rushed into the cloud and lightning, the wind and snow sword in his hand buzzed, and at this moment, the old sword god's body, the sword path was almost condensed into substance.

Such a terrifying kendo cultivation is only afraid that there are no ancients before, and there will be no one after.

Lin Xuan's kendo was blessed by the Dragon and Elephant Ruogong and the Three Swords of A Nose Dao, and he could surpass the one-armed old man in terms of killing power.

But in the realm, it is more than one step behind.

The sword of wind and snow fell, and the sea of clouds was cut open again, and everywhere the sword qi went, everything was torn apart.

Even the barrier of this heaven and earth was about to be cut open by this sword, a pitch-black crack appeared, and between the whiskers, immeasurable immortal light aura rushed out from this pitch-black crack, and faintly the sound of heaven appeared.

"That is."

Fan Qinghui's eyes widened, and even her breathing became rapid: "It's the Gate of Heaven, the Gate of Heaven is about to open." "

"Gate of Heaven."

Yin Queen Zhu Yuyan also stared at the pitch-black crack above the firmament.

That's the Gate of Heaven

As long as the warriors of the human world can cross the gate of heaven, they can soar to the upper realm and enjoy freedom from now on.

In ancient and modern times, those who can cross the gate of heaven and ascend to the Dao are very few, all of them are invincible postures that cover their peers.

But whether it was Fan Qinghui or Zhu Yuyan, they suppressed the impulse in their hearts.

Don't say that at this time, the gate of heaven has not yet opened, even if it is opened, if anyone rushes up, there is only one way to die.

Yanhou Lin Xuan and that old sword god were killing outside the Heavenly Gate, stepping into the battlefield where the two were fighting, Mo said that the Great Master of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, even if it was an ordinary land immortal, there was only one way to die.

"Senior, after all, he is old, and his strength control is not very good."

Above the firmament, Lin Xuan teased, and his right hand slammed a punch towards the pitch-black crack, and the terrifying fist burst the crack.

Countless immortal auras were annihilated, the cracks expanded, and after a moment they completely disappeared.

The Heavenly Gate will open, the Heavenly Gate is not opened, and the unopened Heavenly Gate is directly shattered.

Striding up, both hands sticking out, in the spirit platform, the hoof of the god elephant moved, urging the three-layer dragon elephant like a skill.

Just like just now, both hands grabbed the sword qi that opened the gate of heaven with one sword, simple and rude.

"Shh

"Shh

The sword qi and the palm collided, Mars splashed, Lin Xuan's body kept retreating, the sword qi roared, and the wind and snow greeted him.

The protective body qi on the body faintly appeared cracks.

"What a terrible sword to open the gate of heaven."

He secretly said, stepping on the void, stabilizing his figure, three points of vitality burst out, protecting his body, and his hands were like a needle of the sea god.

The five fingers are like iron tongs, holding the sword qi and closing the five fingers.

"Bang"

That old sword god's strongest peerless sword opened the Heavenly Gate, and it was actually crushed by Lin Xuan with both hands.

The immeasurable sword qi slashed at his body, all blocked by the protective body qi, and only rippled slightly.

The body trembled slightly, like a dragon elephant, the carrier's unparalleled huge force, rushed forward, the white five fingers crushed the void, crossed hundreds of zhang, appeared in front of the one-armed old man, and punched out.

The terrifying fist is pervasive, the cold is raging, overwhelming, the sky and the earth, the cold tide is raging.

Within a radius of thousands of zhang, the azure frost spread, and it was the Heavenly Frost Fist in the three-point peerless school.

"Boom"

The one-armed old man drew his sword, cut off the cold wave, and swept backwards to avoid the most turbulent cold air.

Appeared outside Baizhangkai, his face was solemn, his gray hair and coarse linen clothes were stained with a little frost.

In the sky and on the ground, there were countless azure ice crystals floating, and a punch shook the one-armed old man back, Lin Xuan did not stop, and his two hands came out again, pinching the palm print, making Pai Yun palm.

Thousands of palm prints were wrapped in ice crystals in the sky, covering the whole world, sealing the one-armed old man in all directions.

The sword qi was all over the sky, and the heavens and the earth were shaken by this sword qi, and the one-armed old man struck, and half of the palm prints were shattered with one sword.

However, the remaining palm prints gathered together, turned into a palm, and went towards the one-armed old man's heart print.

"Boom"

The three-foot wind and snow sword shattered, and the one-armed old man could only point as a sword and fight against Lin Xuan.

"Boom"

The surging palm force erupted, and the body of this invincible old sword god flew out upside down.

"Boom"

After a few breaths, the one-armed old man descended from the sky and landed under Qingzhou City, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were soaked with some blood.

"Senior's kendo is indeed crowned in ancient and modern times."

The white-robed man stepped on the void and landed opposite the one-armed old man, bare hands, breaking Li Jianshen's three sword moves in a row.

Not to mention the injury, even the clothes are not the slightest embarrassment.

Even from beginning to end, the long knife at the waist was not unsheathed.

In the face of the praise of the descendants, the one-armed old man's face was as black as charcoal, and he said unpleasantly: "Boy, if you get cheap, you still sell well." "

"Haha."

He laughed, and after a moment, the laughter dissipated, and he narrowed his eyes: "Senior, there are other sword moves."

If not, you can leave.

As for the concubine and the Buddha bone relics. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

He glanced lightly at the concubine who was walking for Cihang Jingzhai, who was extremely embarrassed, and the knife wound on his chest was bleeding out.

"It's all mine."

"You devil."

The concubine's face turned pale.

"Childish."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "Where is there any black and white good and evil in this world, the so-called bustle of the world is all for profit, and the world is crowded, all for profit." "

"Cihang Jingzhai dominates the Buddhist gate to enter the cold, it is nothing more than for his own interests, let alone high-sounding."

"I didn't see it before, you kid is quite thorough."

The one-armed old man quipped.

I don't see the chagrin after losing at all.

"Senior, it's not interesting to stay in Beiliang."

Lin Xuan solicited: "It's better to come to my Yanzhou, Benhou or consult with you about the way of swords." "

"Haha."

The one-armed old man shook his head and laughed: "It's okay for me to stay in Beiliang." "

He immediately said, "This battle is not over yet. "

"What other means do seniors have, just take them out."

He carried his hands behind his back, and his white robe stirred.

"Boy, borrow a sword from you to use it."

The old sword god spoke, stretched out his one arm, spread his five fingers, and shouted: "Sword come." "

The next moment

Wudang Mountain thousands of miles away

Snow

Sprinkle

The mountains are plain and white, and the rivers stop

Inside the Zhenwu Hall

The young Taoist priest was sitting cross-kneeled, wearing a clean white Taoist robe, and was dozing.

But with the sword of the one-armed old man outside Qingzhou City, the young Taoist priest suddenly woke up.

"Borrow a sword from me?"

The little Taoist priest muttered, "To borrow or not to borrow this sword?" "

"That's it."

The little Taoist priest spoke: "Just lend you a sword." "

"Yanhou, this sword, the grudge between you and my Wudang has been cleared since then."

This sentence was said to Lin Xuan.

Pinching his fingers into a sword, outside the Zhenwu Hall, the hanging ancient sword buzzed, and between the whiskers, the three-foot ancient sword came out of its sheath, turned into a streamer, rushed out of Wudang, rushed into the heavy snow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Under the city of Qingzhou

Lin Xuan frowned

"Yanhou, this sword, the grudge between you and my Wudang has been cleared since then."

The voice of the little Wudang Taoist sounded in his ears.

After a moment of silence, he looked in the direction where Wudang was and nodded slightly: "Yes." "

"I didn't want to borrow this sword."

The one-armed old man spoke: "You kid is a little too strong." "

"It's really a little unbeatable, so I can only borrow a sword from Wudang."

"Borrow a sword?"

The people around listened to the clouds and fog, and they didn't know what was happening.

Outside Qingzhou City

The two figures confronted, there was no qi machine rising into the sky, and there was no overwhelming internal force colliding.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent

At the realm and strength of Lin Xuan and the one-armed old man, it was almost impossible to kill each other.

At most, only the winner and loser can be divided.

"Huh"

When Nangong Servant, Zhu 960 Yuyan, Fan Qinghui and others were puzzled, a high-pitched sword sound appeared in this world.

The wind and snow in the sky were torn apart, and a beam of sword light was rapidly coming towards Qingzhou City.

Qingliang Mountain

Northern Liang Wangfuzhong

Xu Xiao, the king of Northern Liang, stood in the courtyard, the wind and snow fluttered, falling on his shoulders, the cool breeze blew on his body, and the biting cold breath entered his body, suppressing the anxiety in his heart.

Since Lin Xuan entered Qingzhou, he has become even more irritable, and he can't sleep all night.

"Wang Ye, it is in people to do things, and it is in heaven to achieve things."

The scribe stepped into the courtyard and said with a wry smile: "We have done everything we can, if this is not possible, we can only think of another idea." "

"Have the people of the East China Sea returned?"

Xu Xiao asked irritably.

"Nope."

The scribe shook his head.

Inside Yanzhou City

Houfu

Lingxi, Mu Qing'er, and Dapan'er were also anxiously waiting for news, only Jiang Ni was practicing swords in the courtyard.

Under the city of Qingzhou

Under the gaze of countless people, a sword light came from the north, tearing through the wind and snow, and went straight to Qingzhou City.

The sword light turned into an arc, went towards the one-armed old man, fell into his hand, and the sword light dispersed.

It was the ancient sword hanging in front of the Wudang True Martial Hall, which had appeared twice in hundreds of years.

The first time was when Cao Changqing went to Wudang and killed Wudang to teach the Great Zhenren.

The second time is now, Li Jianshen borrowed a sword for thousands of miles

"The last sword."

Holding the three-foot ancient sword, the one-armed old man exuded two diametrically opposed auras, one for the way of sword and the other for the way of heaven.

Kendo was practiced by him

The Heavenly Dao was practiced by Wudang with a sword and a little Taoist

The one-armed old man's last sword is the Heavenly Dao Sword Dao.

The ethereal power soared into the sky, accompanied by another fierce and domineering sword force, and the two quickly merged.

The coarse cloth linen was agitated, and the one-armed old man's eyes widened, and he said in a deep voice: "If Yanhou can catch the last sword of the old man, I will retreat." "

"Let's get out the sword."

Lin Xuan spoke, this last sword is not so easy to receive, Rong Tiandao Sword Dao is a sword.

The right hand rests on the hilt of the knife at the waist.

"Shh

The cold sting knife slowly came out of its sheath, the blade body was shiny, not stained with dust, and exuded a cold cold light.

The knife was more than three feet long, narrow and sharp, holding the knife in his right hand, and in front of him, a terrible knife intent rose up on his body.

The color of his pupils changed slightly, faintly glowing with blood, and his state of mind entered the Immortal Annihilation Dao.

Murderous

The immeasurable murderous aura swept out and permeated all directions.

"Boom"

"Boom"

The snow thundered, the electric light appeared, and a terrible coercion emerged, soaring into the sky and heading towards the one-armed old man.

The one-armed old man has a back hand

Why doesn't he have a backhand?

Entering the third realm of the three swords of the A Nasal Road, the whole body stood suspended in the air, and the sting knife in his hand shook.

There was a high-pitched knife sound, and within a radius of thousands of zhang, a spatula light appeared, and the knife qi was rampant.

"Retreat."

Nangong Servant and Xiaopan'er glanced at each other, then tiptoed a little and swept back, and the broken army followed.

"Retreat."

Zhu Yuyan also frantically retreated, away from the battlefield, that terrifying sword qi, even if it was only a trace of contamination, was enough for them.