Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1340 The knife turns into a long river, the fist is like a dragon, it's weird!
On the top of Zhufeng, an illusory multicolored long knife was ups and downs high above the sky.

In the three-thousand-mile Zhuma Mountains, everyone couldn't help but tense their heartstrings. Even those who didn't have the conditions to watch the satellite surveillance images held their breaths. It is those who have advanced cultivation bases who have a deeper understanding, and clearly feel the gap with the sacred sword realm, which is a completely different dual world.

Rumble!
Su Qinian made a move, and he raised his fist and blasted towards the sky. The red-gold glass-like fist wind was solid, like a ray of knife light penetrating the sky and the earth, the vacuum was broken, and the sky was sprinkled with a bright rain of light .

puff!puff!
Many sword master-level powerhouses coughed up blood, and hurriedly avoided their eyes. Is it difficult to look directly at them even through satellite monitoring?This level of power is too high, even if it is a sword master, not every blow can break the vacuum, and the invisible sharpness of will makes their eyes sting and their heads are like thunder across the screen.

clang!
The next moment, there was an even more intense sound of gold and iron, as if a celestial craftsman was forging a god's iron ingot, and a glaring light exploded above the sky.

blocked!
On the top of Zhufeng, Su Qinian was not surprised, the illusory colorful long knife shattered into fist light, the blade pierced through the air, like the trajectory of a road, rolling forward.

hum!
Taking one step forward, Su Qinian ascended to the sky, and in an instant he came to the colorful long knife. He squeezed his fist and struck the blade straight.

clang!clang!clang!clang!
Like the tip of a needle against a wheat awn, the edge of a fist colliding with a knife blade, blazing sparks burst out, like burning suns one by one, and it was like a rain of sun was falling in the sky.

Clang!
In all directions of Zhu Feng, twelve holy knives blared together, the holy sharpness flickered, suppressing Baili, and defusing the killing power.

This was a big duel. On the snowy field, people seemed to see an ancient god coming to the world, waving his divine fist, and there were also colorful knives like water, and there was a faint sound of surging waves.

The group of knives are dormant and whining, and the sword master's blade is no exception, more like a kind of worship.

Yuan Tianyuan was horrified, this one was actually so strong, fighting head-on with the twelve sword saints, this kind of fierce battle was enough to be engraved in the history of the world's sword gods.

Some people showed a worried look. The stronger the dark walker who opened the gate of hell, the harder it is for the world to restore peace. They can't see the truth, and the unpredictable future will always make people feel uneasy and even desperate.

There are also a few people with complicated eyes. The truth and falsehood in this world cannot be seen by ordinary people, and the foreseeable future makes people restless.

Rumble!
The ground was shaking, not only the three thousand li Zhuma Mountains, but the entire land in the extreme west of Great Xia faintly trembled.

When this tremor reached a certain critical point, people in several cities that had been shrouded in ice and snow all year round showed expressions of astonishment. Looking at the pale and cloudy sky in the distance, was it an earthquake?
Whoa!
Soon, they heard the sound of rushing waves, and vaguely, in everyone's mind, there seemed to be a beautiful long river, ancient and stalwart.

This is……

In the three-thousand-mile Zhuma mountain range, the powerhouses of many forces were stunned. The changes in front of them really exceeded their comprehension. Is this still a sacred place?It is countless times more terrifying than the sword saint.

High above the sky, the illusory multicolored long knife has disappeared, replaced by a long multicolored river stretching over a hundred feet, with no way to see where it came from, and an unspeakable aura permeating it, reflected in the eyes of everyone, and immediately turned into A series of illusory and familiar images are deduced from the knife technique and explain the moral meaning.

source!

Su Qinian's eyes were full of fighting intent. He stepped into the void, beating like a drum, leaving behind pale footprints that shattered the vacuum. These twelve sword masters joined forces to evolve the sword technique, and they actually moved such a grand order of the sword way The root breath actually gave him the illusion of facing the heavens and the sea.

He moved his hands and began to interpret his own way and law. There was a faint rain of light like sand, and infinite light came from nothingness and condensed on the edge of his fist. He took a long breath, and it sounded like a real dragon's roar.

The twelve holy knives in Fenzhen Baili suddenly shook violently, and they were hit by this huge force, and they reached the verge of collapse in an instant.

hold head high!
He waved his fist, and the brilliant red-gold light rushed up, like an ancient dragon leaping out of nothingness, trying to break through the big world.

boom!
With a loud noise, the colorful long river was torn into two pieces, and then it could no longer sustain it, and collapsed into twelve pieces.

At this very moment, the vacuum shattered silently, high up in the sky, out of the nothingness, weird big hands protruded, holding the twelve fragments into their palms.

"not good!"

On the snowy field, Yuan Tianyuan suddenly stood up and shouted in shock: "Weird!"

That's right, for many experts in the Dao of the Fang Dao world, it is indeed strange and ominous that they have never encountered before.

Many strong people showed mixed colors of shock and anger. In terms of strangeness, regardless of national boundaries, the country is strong and powerful. Not only does it have the most sword saints, but all sword saints are not weak among the saints in the world. If the twelve saints encounter An accident will shake the foundation of the world's sacred power.

Clang!Clang!
The twelve fragments of the colorful river screamed fiercely, and the sacred edge bloomed, but they couldn't shake the weird big hands. In fact, some of the big hands didn't look like human beings at all.

With a flick of a finger, the twelve fragments were suppressed, the palms were closed together, and the brilliance disappeared, and the owner of those strange big hands also walked out of the cracked vacuum, revealing the outline.

The eight figures were all shrouded in a misty light and mist, making it difficult to see their true faces clearly. Some were gloomy and gloomy, some were fiery and filled with demonic nature, and some were sacred and noble... The eight figures came out together, and the twelve figures in all directions The Kou Sheng Knife finally couldn't withstand the blow of Qi, and fell with a mournful sound. Hundreds of miles away, many people coughed up blood and fell to the ground.

It's terrifying and frightening. People have never felt such a complicated and weird aura. Could it be a monster from hell?Why is there such a sacred and bright aura? Is it really wearing a bright cloak, coming to the world to confuse all beings?

"Heir to Suotian."

High in the sky, a familiar voice came out from the cloud of gray-black mist.

"you are still alive."

Su Qinian nodded, he landed on the top of Zhu Feng, the four side peaks collapsed, and the place where he stood was like a pure land, even though the invisible air force washed away, he did not move, calmly said: "I hope you can have a second Incarnate outside the body."

The dark mist froze for a moment, as if feeling the scrutiny from the other seven clouds of light and mist, he said a little angrily, "No matter how strong you are, you are only one person, and you have limits. You can still have some strength even if you fight against the Twelve Saints. This place is where your bones are buried."

(End of this chapter)