Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1994 Another sword path! (ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)

In the boundless battlefield, Su Qinian took a deep breath.

Although the current him can be regarded as a high-ranking and powerful person, the power and responsibility of monitoring the world is enough to make all parties in the clan afraid of the Supreme Inheritance. In addition, he is full of unrivaled blood, even the emperor is not afraid.

But just because he now possesses the most powerful force and power, he must abide by his own heart. Practice is not for showing off his might.

Therefore, the sword emperor's bright silence, in Su Qinian's view, is the majesty of a generation of sword emperors. He did not make a conclusion at the first time, but was waiting for a truth, and there was nothing to criticize.

And no matter what the truth is, it will be the first baptism he encounters when he established the Heaven Xun Temple.

Southern Wild West.

Zhenlin Sword Saint is dressed in a rough sermon robe and has black hair like ink. Even if his cultivation level is advanced and his lifespan increases greatly after entering the starry sky to make up for the lack of Taoism, he still maintains the appearance of an old Taoist priest in the past.

At this moment, standing in front of him were three majestic figures. They were all slender in black battle suits, and the quasi-king aura permeated the air, making this desolate world trembling tens of thousands of miles away. There was a faint whine.

And even though there were three supreme beings standing in front of him, Zhenlin Sword Master didn't show any trace of fear. Looks half bleak.

"What a patrolling angel, what a sword master is really coming!"

After a few breaths, one of the three supreme beings said in a deep voice: "The Heaven Xun Temple was first established, and it stands to reason that my Tongming Emperor Clan shouldn't obstruct it, but although Uncle Tongyuan claims to form an formation with one sword, he is still focused on the sword. Although Dao has achieved something, it is only a stepping stone. Even if he resists the imperial edict, it is at best a suppression. We are both human races, so why would we do such a murderous thing.”

"That's right!" Another supreme being said coldly, "You said that the uncle of the Tongyuan clan was entangled with the woman of the blood clan, slaughtering the same clan for her, purifying the blood, and you have no pictures of spirit stones, no witnesses, and even Even if you don't know the whereabouts of the blood saint, so empty words, even if you are a patrol angel, how can we trust you!"

"It's about the reputation of my Tongming Emperor Clan. Come with us. If you really want me to take action, you don't have a good face."

The last supreme being was a little impatient, he was full of unsurpassed sharpness, if it weren't for the other two who had been suppressing him, he, who had been passed down by the sword master of Tongyuan, would not want to bother to capture and suppress him first Let's talk.

"The old Taoist has no regrets in his heart," Zhenlin Sword Saint shook his head lightly, "Now that the old Taoist is a patrol angel, he will give an explanation to the nobles, but not now, if it is not for the unforgivable crime, why is the old Taoist willing to kill his fellow clansmen with swords?" , no matter whether you are willing or unwilling, it is hard to obey."

"You are confident!" The eyes of the last supreme being were cold, "I have heard that all patrolling angels have the seal of the patrolling sky in their hands. Under the emperor's realm, there are all directions. If you rely on the seal of the patrolling sky, we will wait for you!" Of course I can't do anything to you."

The real sword master smiled but looked at this young quasi-sword king who was about several hundred years old in terms of the lifespan of the stars, and said indifferently: "There is no need for these crude provocative methods. As far as the quasi-sword is concerned, the quasi-sword king is just right for the old Taoists." It is a good sword sharpening stone, especially for the quasi-sword king, the old Taoist also has some experience, and wants to try it, as long as you don't fight in groups, the old Taoist will not use the Xuntian seal."

"What a big breath!"

The quasi-sword king who had just turned [-] years old snorted coldly. This one didn't seem to be much older than him, but there was an old saying on the left and another old saying. Yes, he thought it was an old man who had lived for nearly ten thousand years, he always felt that he was taken advantage of.

In fact, it's no wonder that the real sword masters, in places like the Xuanhuang Land, although they have a high level of cultivation, their lifespan has limitations. There are very few of them who are still old, so when they first entered the vast starry sky, their old mentality has not completely changed for a while, and their cognition of seniority and longevity is still stuck in the past.

"Let me see how much weight Patrol Angel can have, so brazen!"

The quasi-sword king spoke indifferently, and approached the real sword master. As for the other two quasi-sword kings, after looking at each other, they retreated a hundred miles away. A little angry, he didn't want to stay where he was, lest he belittled by the Sword Master of Zhenlin and seemed to be a deterrent.

On the barren land, the wind and sand were undulating, as if being pulled by an invisible force, suspended in mid-air.

Zhenlin Sword Master stretched out his hand, and a pure white and flawless long sword appeared in the palm of his hand. The sword light seemed to be able to shine into people's hearts, and an unspeakable edge of the sword loomed. It was not only sharp and sharp, but also seemed to contain a kind of emotion , Possess a kind of spirituality, become flesh and blood, no longer a dead thing.

Ok?
The quasi-sword king who was pressing forward raised his eyebrows. This sword technique is a bit unusual, as if he has life. Could it be that this person has already realized the light of life, even among the quasi-kings, he can comprehend such a state Not a lot, and the power of the field is better than that of the martial arts. Like him, he has only touched the threshold, and has not yet fully reached it.

Ten miles, nine miles, eight miles... three miles!
As it approached, the Zhenlin Sword Master in a rough sermon robe stood tall, his clothes fluttering lightly, his eyes were calm, and he didn't have the slightest intention to take the initiative to make a move.

"How brave!"

With a soft drink, the quasi-sword king felt a little angry. He stopped, raised one hand, and pointed it into a sword, and then slashed forward in the air.

There is no superior sharpness, the invisible sharpness cuts nothingness, leaving a gray sword mark, which is the chaotic void that was cut. For the real sword master, the quasi-sword king has left some strength after all, He didn't use all his strength. After all, as the quasi-king, if he had to use all his strength to suppress a saint, he would inevitably be looked down upon by his peers in the future.

If there is a little carelessness, beheading this person will cause a lot of trouble. After all, the other party's identity is sensitive. , and the combat power is also unrivaled.

hum!
The sword master of Zhenlin drew out his sword, facing this invisible sharpness, the white and flawless long sword in his hand suddenly lifted up, setting off a crimson flame, like the rising sun, sweeping across the sky and the earth in an instant, the whole world .

what!
Hundreds of miles away, the two quasi-sword kings showed shocking faces. The sword light was like fire, as if it was accompanied by fireworks in the world. In the hands of this patrolling angel, there was a different charm. Needless to say, the quasi-sword king who was targeted suddenly seemed to feel a scorching heat wave coming towards him. There is a sign of being lit.

In this sword, he seemed to see the gathering of countless fires of life, and he seemed to hear the cries of countless people. In the vigorous vitality, there were people's shadows, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, reincarnation, endless life, a wave of The immortal sword power is being conceived, but in the eyes of that quasi-sword king, it is more like conceiving a pure land on earth.

boom!
The supreme sharp edge exploded, and was blatantly cut through by this sword, and the sword flames started a prairie fire, approaching in an instant.

clang!
The two quasi-king sword fingers were like a moat, intercepting the sword, sparks burst out from between the two, accompanied by transparent destructive power spreading like ripples, everything they passed was shattered into dust.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Even if he was dissatisfied, the quasi-sword king of the Tongming Emperor Clan still praised the sword of Zhenlin Sword Master. It should be the most blazing, most gorgeous, and even the most vital sword of fire he had ever seen. , that torrential yanghe's sharpness and sword power are not as possessed by a saint, even those giants in the holy realm, in his opinion, are far behind.

"Second sword."

True Lin Sword Saint was calm, he seemed to be immersed in his own way of swordsmanship, even after shaking Zhunwang's sword finger with Cangsheng sword, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and he didn't realize it, when his sword turned, Cangsheng sword Suddenly it turned into a vast sea and waves, like the Yangtze River, with pavilions, towers and pavilions on both sides, and fishing boats singing late, it is a kingdom on earth.

The Sword of Water!

A short distance away, the quasi-sword king showed shock. In this sword, he saw more figures, warships crisscrossing, passing through the stormy waves, flying arrows igniting fire, like meteors in the sky, blood and fire Weaving together, the rivers are rushing, engulfing many figures.

This sword is also a sword in the world. Water can carry a boat and also overturn it. Nothing in the world is softer but firmer than water. The pure white sword body is filled with water vapor. The quasi-sword king facing this sword can only feel his body The cold, immortal edge of the sword seems to be extinguished by this sword.

clang!clang!clang!clang!
Within a square inch, the sword fingers collided fiercely with the Cangsheng sword. The invisible sharp air splashed, accompanied by moist water vapor, and fell into the eyes of the two quasi-sword kings who were hundreds of miles away, but they seemed to see misty rain. In the middle, the mountains and rivers are ups and downs.

The two quasi-sword kings glanced at each other. It's not like they haven't seen this kind of swordsmanship before, because every real swordsman has his own legend and story, so their swordsmanship has also been endowed. Their will, but more, lies in the changes of the Taoism itself, and like the patrolling angel in front of them, it is so magnificent, and the way of the sword seems to conceive one side after another in the human world, which in turn makes all the Taos give birth to alternative evolutions This is the first time he has encountered his swordsmanship.

The former is based on Tao, and the latter is based on people.

These are two completely different kendos!
As soon as this thought came out, it was irresistible. As quasi-kings of swordsmanship, and even from a supreme tribe like the Tongming Emperor Clan, who established the world with the way of swordsmanship, the two quasi-sword kings thought they had some insight. The difference between the fire-moving kendo and the water-moving kendo is based on the kendo itself, another swordplay. (Please subscribe, thank you for your monthly tickets and rewards!)
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