I said Dongli in adversity

The sword is in the chasm, the famous god appears in the world, and the power of thunder forces out the ghosts and ghosts that have troubled Chang Rikun for a long time, accompanied by the sound of majestic poetry.

The restored body, the changed face, the swordsman of a generation, has been practicing for a long time, reappearing in the world!
"You're very good!" Chang Rikun said, holding the famous god in his hand.

Whether it was breaking through the sorrowful sky or breaking through the Three Styles and One Realm, Changri Kunqi could feel that the person in front of him was an opponent that made him excited.

Back then, after meeting Xuan Long Ling Jueding, he thought he would be his only confidant in this life.

Who would have thought that after so many years, we would meet another person, and that this person might even be stronger than Xuan Long Ling Jueding.

"What, it's been a long time and we still have to fight?" Bai Yuheng said calmly.

"How not to fight?!"

Chang Rikun's eyes jumped with fighting spirit and he said in a deep voice.

When encountering such a master, if we don't fight, will we still be able to fight for a long time?
"Then come on, the person Bai is waiting for is coming soon." After saying that, Bai Yuheng stood outside the sword prison cut.

"Hahaha, good, good!"

Changri Kunqiu followed closely behind, and Ye Xiaochai and Su Huanzhen, who had just been released from confinement, saw this situation and came to watch the battle outside the sword prison trench.

A top master, a top swordsman, how could such an opponent be easily seen?

"After seeing you crack the Three Styles and One Realm, my understanding becomes deeper." Changri Kuntou said while holding the famous god in his hand.

Bai Yuheng was still holding an ordinary folding fan in his hand, and said: "Three styles and one realm cannot only be broken with force. With your ability, if you are not trapped in one body, you can't break it with one style and three realms." In the predicament of three styles and one realm, how could the sword prison trap trap you for so long?"

"I have three forms, why not be as good as three forms and one state."

"Taking loss as the sword of gain, but struggling with one move to break it, is not a kind of obsession."

"Your principles are not my way of swordsmanship."

For a long time, I have been caressing the famous god, feeling the power of wind and thunder, and I am ready to go.

The sword of the sun lies in moving forward and constantly winning. This is a kind of persistence in itself.

If he regresses simply for the sake of cracking the Three Styles and One Realm, then he will be destined to never reach the state of cracking the Three Styles and One Realm with the One Style and Three Styles for a long time.

"One move, if you miss it, let you see what the real one is, one style and three realms!"

"Similarly, Bai also wants to say that you only have one chance to make Bai feel amazing."

Bai Yuheng turned his palm and replaced the sword with a fan. The invisible and formless sword intention rose again.

In the duel of the two swords, Wu Shang's sword pressed forward to the nine heavens, making the sun, moon, mountains and rivers eclipse.

It’s hard to calm down the hatred, feel ruthless and sad, take refuge and cut off the love, and cut off the heart!
Blessed by famous gods, the long-lasting sword is as powerful as the waves in the sky, the waves that shock the sea, an unparalleled move, and the ultimate sword. At this moment, there is only this sword left between heaven and earth, a majestic and invincible sword. .

"Sorrowful!"

"This sword..."

Su Huanzhen felt the move, the sword intention contained in this sword, and his expression was solemn.

With just this sword, Changri Kunxuan can be ranked at the top of the swordsmanship.

So, what about Bai Yuheng?
The person holding the fan is as immovable as Mount Tai. Bai Yuheng lowers his eyebrows and lowers his eyes, and his sword intent seems to be endless and constantly rising.

"When it comes to martial arts, I am unfathomable; when it comes to swordsmanship, you are a little inferior."

"This sword returns the favor!"

"Sword Twelve!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Bai Yuheng turning his body into a sword. Countless sword lights were solidified, like links, scattered across the sky and earth. The sword came out twelve times, unparalleled in the world. It was full of sword intent, and heaven and earth resounded together!

The next moment, the sword light converged and became only one sword. The extending sword light seemed to be endless, reaching into the long sun.

One move, one sword, the sword energy collapsed, and the sword energy passed through the body of the person passing by!
Silently, the victory or defeat was announced!
"This is..."

"You want the sword of knowledge."

"A masterpiece of its own!"

As soon as the words fell, countless sword energy suddenly burst out from Changri Kunzhu's body, and blood spilled out.

However, even so, Changri Kunqiu did not fall down. Instead, he threw the name god in his hand, and an even more powerful sword intent arose.

"I see."

"If I am saddened by a loss, I will turn my loss into a gain, but I have never really given up anything!"

The sword energy gathers, wraps around the body, and condenses on the fingertips, symbolizing that the sword is not finished yet, a stronger sword, terrifying power, and the ghosts and gods are shocked.

"Let me see the complete one, Sword Twelve!" "As you wish!"

Faced with the unfinished sorrow of losing the sky, Bai Yuheng once again summoned the majestic sword energy, unparalleled moves, and awe-inspiring sword intent, which surpassed the light of the sun and the moon. Using the heaven and earth as evidence, he transformed all things into life and gathered the four directions into spirits.

The endless sword energy turned into endless sword shadows and spread rapidly in all directions. Su Huanzhen and Ye Xiaochai had no choice but to retreat, repeatedly retreating, for fear of being involved in the storm of sword energy.

"Huh?" In the distant demon world, a figure in white clothes clasped his hands, seemingly feeling something.

On the side, two young figures, one black and one white, looked at the man in confusion.

"Master?"

"Good sword."

The rumored Immortal Swordsman uttered two words in his mouth.

On the coast of the East China Sea, a boat reached each other. The people on the boat suddenly opened their eyes, as if a magic sword was about to be born.

"Sword, what a sword!"

Countless swordsmen from all over China turned their attention to where they came from at this moment.

As for the sword prisoner's slash, the dust had settled and it was beyond recognition.

Only one person was seen bowing his head, and the superiority and inferiority were already divided.

"Good sword."

These were the last words left by Changri Kunlu after he fell into the dust.

Bai Yuheng glanced at the remaining time on the prop card and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"So, why don't you show up yet?"

Before he could finish his words, he saw a figure in black clothes in the distance, holding a sword and stepping onto the Sword Prisoner's Cut.

"Feng Yue Mo Rong?" Ye Xiaochai said with confusion.

But Su Huanzhen saw another feeling in Feng Yue Morong's eyes, "You must be Feng Yue Morong, who are you?"

"Hahahaha!"

There was no response, only a wild laugh was heard, echoing around the world, and a black mist was seen billowing and condensing behind Feng Yue Mo Rong, turning into a blurry face that was difficult to distinguish, and the evil light was strong, showing the power of the devil in front of him.

"What a great sword, what a safe swordsman, he truly deserves his reputation."

Fengyue Mo Rong never paid attention to Ye Xiaochai and Su Huanzhen. Even the famous Qingxiang Bailian and Dao Kuangjianchi were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Only that person, the one who displayed a sword that even he was amazed by, had the value to be treated as an equal by him.

"Ah."

Accompanying Zhang's crazy laughter was a chuckle from Bai Yuheng. His white clothes flickered and he stood opposite Feng Yue Mo Rong, their eyes facing each other.

"You want to see the First Master, and the First Master is here."

Feng Yue Mo Rong spoke, and her voice echoed around the world.

"The Thousand-faced God spreads arms across the six realms, and the devil begins."

Fengyue Morong or Mo Shi was not surprised when his identity was exposed.

"Now that I have called the name of the First Lord, you should ask for something."

"The monument of the world, your true self, is the opponent chosen by Bai for the demon."

"The kings of chaos are the first to create demons, but why should the founder be at your mercy?"

"Simple, because if you don't agree, Bai will make you lose one of your six souls today."

"Stupid confidence."

When Feng Yue Mo Rong heard this, her demonic aura surged. Faced with Bai Yuheng's undisguised advance, Ten Thousand Demons Zhi was not angry at all.

Even though he was just a fragment of Demon Shi, he was from the Shi Shi of Demons after all. How could anyone dare to speak to him like this?

"In that case, why not give it a try."

"If I can't defeat you with one move, Bai Yuheng will commit suicide on the spot!"

Bai Yuheng raised his hand, his sword energy was hidden and silent, and his words landed loudly. (End of chapter)