Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 612 Qiushui's sword is back

Feeling the penetrating coolness of the ancient sword in his hand, Li Yunsheng knew it was Qiushui's sword without looking.

"Thank you senior brother for giving me the sword."

He said something in his heart.

This is the cold and familiar touch that has not been seen for a long time, and Li Yunsheng is filled with emotion.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the previous years in Qiushui, thinking of the scene where he first learned the Qiushui Sword Art and mastered the situation with a sword.

"You can't insult my Qiushui's sword."

He dreamed in his mind.

Li Yunsheng has many ways to deal with the flying sword and the flying needle that are stabbing at him, but these methods do not include using the sword, because in his opinion, the two people in front of him are not ready for him to use the sword.

But after holding Qiushui's sword, he changed his mind.

Although these two are not worthy, Qiu Shui's sword is worth it.

This mood is like showing what you have learned in front of your loved ones. No matter how weak-hearted a person is, he still wants to be recognized by his family after all.

And Li Yunsheng's family is everything to Qiushui.

"My Qiushui's sword should probably be fine with a [-]% cultivation base."

He turned a blind eye to the flying sword that was about to stab him, and directly raised the ancient Qiushui sword in his hand.

Then, the originally dim six unicorn bones in his body lit up at the same time.

One after another surging true essence, accompanied by the sword energy that had been conceived for a long time in his golden mansion gushed out all at once.

The true essence flowed into the long sword, and the sword energy mixed with the destructive aura of the sandstorm flew out of the body.

At the moment when Li Yunsheng's sword qi was about to rush out of his body, the spirits of the cultivators in the arena suddenly tightened, and a terrifying aura ten times stronger than the previous high-level talismans shrouded in him. their hearts.

It was completely different from the feeling brought about by Zhang Wuji and Guanwei's strange skills just now, it felt more like an ancient beast was about to be released from its cage.

Wen Huazi, who was confronting Sang Xiaoman, was even more stunned. As a sword cultivator, he knew very well what this feeling meant.

"The intent arrives before the sword energy comes out. Is this the sword intent?"

In an instant, he seemed to be aged for decades, and the proud look in his eyes dimmed. He didn't expect that he had practiced hard for a hundred years but failed to obtain the sword intent, and it would appear in a young man who was only about [-] years old.

They didn't make everyone wait too long, and with the sound of a haughty sword chant, everyone saw streaks of blue-gray sword energy bursting out from Li Yunsheng's body with a destructive aura.

The huge sword energy instantly gathered into a gray tornado, enveloping Li Yunsheng like layers of clouds.

That Wuji's flying sword and Guanwei's flying needle have been unable to make any progress so far, and they are in a stalemate with these sword qi.

Just when the field became dead silent because of the astonishment of the cultivators, a few sporadic sword qi broke free from the shackles and flew in all directions, and came to the front of Wuyun Tower.

As these sword qi met the formation in front of the Wuyun Tower, there was a harsh collision sound, and everyone was awakened suddenly.

Taking a closer look, I saw that the invisible formation had already been sunken by the stabs of sword energy. If there were a few more strikes, the formation would be pierced.

But this is just the beginning.

The moment the terrifying sword energy appeared, a terrifying sword force fell from the sky, and everyone felt as if the sky above their heads was pressing down, making them at a loss what to do.

On the platform, Zhang Wuji and Guanwei hadn't given up yet, and they were frantically preparing to squeeze out the last trace of true energy in their bodies, trying to let their flying swords and flying needles pierce through the cloudy cloud in front of Li Yunsheng. sword spirit.

But as the sword fell, the two fell to their knees with a "plop" as if they had been slapped by an invisible giant hand. No matter how much they struggled, they couldn't stand up.

The flying sword and flying needle, which lost control, fell to the ground with a "ding dong", and their luster dimmed instantly, just like ordinary things.

As the flying sword and the flying needle in front of him fell, the clouds formed by the sword energy in front of Li Yunsheng gradually dissipated.

At the same time, Li Yunsheng, who had been hiding in it for a long time, finally reappeared in everyone's sight.

I saw him holding a rusty ancient sword that hadn't come out of its sheath, standing on the spot expressionlessly, his whole person looked like a sword that could split the world.

The sword energy that had dissipated around him seemed more like returning to his body at this moment, secretly accumulating more powerful power.

Even if he stood there motionless, the sharpness of his body still shot straight into the sky.

At this moment in Wuyun Building, even the most arrogant cultivators dare not take a breath, for fear of attracting the attention of the "evil ghost" in front of them.

Perhaps it was the potential that was stimulated when the person was dying, Zhang Wuji and Guanwei suddenly stood up vigorously, the visitor no longer had the idea of ​​continuing to assassinate Li Yunsheng, and ran away with all his strength using up the last true energy in his dantian up.

But no matter how hard the two tried their best, the footsteps under them seemed to be stuck in the mud, and they couldn't run fast.

That Zhang Wuji suddenly panicked, and while running, he called out to Wen Huazi:

"Senior Wenhuazi, senior, save me, save me!"

This appearance is exactly the same as that evil one just now, the two are worthy of being masters and apprentices.

But Wen Huazi froze on the spot when he heard the sound.

He didn't even look at Zhang Wuji, as if Fangfo didn't know this person at all, but instead glanced at Li Yunsheng nervously, seeing that Li Yunsheng was still only staring at Zhang Wuji's master and apprentice, he was relieved.

"Whoever comes to save me, I would like to give all my wealth as a gift."

Seeing that Wen Huazi didn't respond, Zhang Wuji turned his gaze to Wuyun Tower in the distance.

But no matter how he called, no one dared to answer.

And when their master and apprentice ran about ten steps away, Li Yunsheng, who had been standing there and looked at them coldly, finally took a step forward.

As he took this step, the sword, which was as thick as a mountain, suddenly became heavier, and even the thick clouds above his head sank, as if it was about to be pulled down.

Originally, the footsteps of the master and apprentice were like being stuck in a quagmire, but now they couldn't move anymore. No matter how hard they worked, they still seemed to be standing still.

Immediately after Li Yunsheng took the second step, the two of them almost fell over, but their steps seemed to be frozen, and they could no longer move an inch.

He turned his head to look at Li Yunsheng behind him in despair, and suddenly there appeared in his mind the hexagram that was predicted by someone more than ten years ago for the Xianmeng crusade against Qiushui:
"Don't commit autumn water."

In desperation, he suddenly laughed. While laughing, he pointed at the cultivators who were watching coldly, and said as if he had gone crazy:

"Qiu Shui's sword is back, I am finished, you are also finished, everyone is finished."

"Don't commit Qiushui, don't commit Qiushui, well said, well said, hahaha..."

Amidst his frenzied laughter, the ancient sword in Li Yunsheng's hand was slowly unsheathed.

Accompanied by the trembling sound of the sword, the rust on the blade of the ancient sword fell off little by little, revealing the blade as clear as autumn water.

Then I saw a cold sword light, splitting the dark sky into two.

After a sword chant that went straight into the sky, the entire resting platform was directly shattered, and long sword marks ran through the entire Sang family ancestral hall. The formation in the ancestral hall seemed to not exist in front of this sword.

Even the originally dark cloud above the head was divided into two by this sword at this moment, and the skylight shone down from the cracks in the cloud, like a long wall of light winding across the sky and earth for hundreds of miles.

　In order to increase the traffic, I planned to update it at night. Thinking that there may be people waiting, it is better to post it now. It is really cool if everyone is happy.

　　
　
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