Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1325 Immortal!immortal!
"Holy Realm!"

Su Qinian's eyes lighted up slightly, this is a vast land, it is no longer in the Dragon City, and the barriers of the void are solid, much stronger than the outside world.

Undoubtedly, this old Patriarch of the Qi family in Longcheng was the first living sword saint he had ever seen. The other party's ability to condense the holy world was beyond his expectations, but it was also reasonable.

There may be millions of journeys to practice the Dao of the Sword, but there are always some things that lead to the same goal.

"In a society governed by the rule of law, you can let go of your hands and feet here."

The old man rubbed his hands, smiled at Su Qinian, and his eyes were sincere. At Su Qinian's level, everyone can see good and evil in people's hearts at a glance. He took a light breath, showed seriousness, and said: "You are a A respectable opponent."

However, the old Patriarch of the Qi family shook his head and said: "When we are in the situation like you and me, it is as difficult as going further. In China, we old fellows have already confirmed it many times. Meeting a new fellow daoist to prove my way, I should be the one to thank fellow daoist."

"Please bring out the knife." Su Qinian said solemnly.

"Then I'm welcome."

The old man grinned and said, and then his eyes were fixed. There was a substantial sharpness on his whole body, like the rising sun rising from the abyss. Condensing the substance on his body, it is like a huge knife holding the sky, wrapping his whole body.

Rumble!
The ground shook, and Qi Mufeng and the Thirteen Taibao couldn't help but take a deep breath. They hadn't asked for help for several years. Just this saber's momentum and sharpness are enough to shake up the entire Dragon City, turning it into ruins in an instant.

There is a sacred radiance permeating the old man. The sacred aura flows like the light of the sun. Although the edge is shocking, it is restrained and unpretentious. Liang, this is definitely the strongest Dao of the Sword master he has encountered so far in his practice. Regardless of combat power, the opponent's grasp of Dao of the Sword, that original aura, is like a bright light, guiding him in the direction of the way forward.

Clang!
The waist was no more than a foot long, and the rusty hatchet was out of its sheath, without any fancy, and chopped down towards Su Qi Nianli.

As the knife was cut out, the momentum of the knife, which was like a giant knife holding up to the sky, was also pulled by the blade, piercing the air in the holy world and creating fine vacuum ripples.

Not retreating but not avoiding, Su Qinian was surrounded by a little bit of light, some of which were like platinum glass, some of which were stone, some of which were like gilt red clouds, and some were invisible and colorless, entangled with each other, turning into He took a mouthful of a colorful long knife no more than four feet nine inches long.

clang!
There was a grand impact sound, illusory sparks splashed, and the air was not turbulent, but even Xue Qinghua's expression changed suddenly, her figure flickered, and she chose to avoid these seemingly faint star lights. A little spark contains the sharpness of the will of the two great sword masters. Even the top sword masters cannot touch it. They will be pierced through the spiritual world and destroy the will of the sword.

boom!
The next moment, under the astonished gazes of Qi Mufeng and others, the giant sword that belonged to the old Patriarch shattered, and it was as fragile as porcelain in front of the colorful long knife that was only four feet nine inches long.

How can it be!

The Thirteenth Taibao's heart was swaying. Among the saints of the Great Xia, the old Patriarch was firmly in the top three. Now that the sword is fighting, he fell into a disadvantage in a short while. This made them unacceptable. A newly born sword saint, At such an age, it is really a blow to their beliefs. If even the old Patriarch is invincible, how strong is this person?

hum!
There was the sound of a knife groaning, and the old man's gray robe was shaking, and a bright edge shot out from his eyes. The shattered knife reappeared in an instant, and it shrank to a length of one foot and seven inches, just like the hatchet hanging from his waist. No two, seemingly ordinary, under the spiritual reflection of Qi Mufeng and others, the invisible majestic aura has more than skyrocketed several times.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
In the blink of an eye, the two knives disappeared at the same time. It was as if a sky clock struck in the void. The terrifying blades collided with each other, and there was a substantive metallic trembling sound. This kind of knife confrontation was simply beyond Xue Qinghua's imagination. Shen, but soon relaxed, and sighed, her sacred path has not been completely cleared. Seeing such a battle at this moment, she also understands that she is still far behind. Spirituality, perhaps next, she should put down some things appropriately and try to find a new branch road to cut through the thorns and reach the other shore.

At this time, neither Su Qinian nor the old Patriarch of the Qi family moved, or in other words, from the very beginning, the two of them never left their spot for half a step. The sacred realm that Feng and others have pursued until now, but is difficult to touch.

Rumble!
Gradually, the holy world began to shake, as if tens of millions of silver fireworks bloomed in the sky, towering ancient mountains collapsed, the sun and the moon flickered, and large cracks spread in all directions with the two great sword saints as the center. Thousands of miles, like the mouths of giant beasts, want to swallow everything and tear the earth apart.

This kind of confrontation is too frightening, especially the old head of the Qi family, who has an incomparably terrifying edge and aura. This kind of majesty oppresses the soul and squeezes the flesh, even if Xue Qinghua is stepping towards the sacred sword realm. The top swordsman, who took half a step, also felt pain in his body, and couldn't help but retreat, staying away from the central battlefield.

One hundred knives, two hundred knives... five hundred knives... one thousand knives!

Five thousand dollars!

Boom!
The old Patriarch of the Qi family let out a muffled snort, and took half a step back with his right foot, causing the whole holy world to tremble. His eyes shot out astonishing beams of light. Su Qinian's strength was beyond his imagination, especially his spiritual will. As firm as a sky wall, the endless flow of principles in the saber movement, although not as pure as his saber dao, is more nuanced and penetrating.

"Far away from the world of mortals, stand up to heaven and earth, hold your own heart with a sword, immortal! Immortal!"

With a solemn expression, the old man raised his gray eyebrows, and his energy surged, reaching an extreme state in an instant. He exhaled loudly, shaking the world, and the hatchet in his hand clanged and clanged, and pieces of rusted iron on the knife peeled off. , revealing the gorgeous blade like gold and jade, as if nine gods and suns had fallen into the blade, and the bright blade light bloomed in an instant.

scoff!

This knife seems to split the sky and the earth, piercing the big world. In the dark, Su Qinian seems to have seen the shadow of an immortal knife, hanging in the long river of time, despite the torrent of time, it will not move. The lofty and unfamiliar aura made him extremely familiar.

immortal!

This is the breath of immortal will!
(End of this chapter)