From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Aliang was running away, being chased by his natal flying sword named Baopu. The female swordsman Lu Zhi followed him slowly with cold eyes, occasionally stabbing him in the lower back.

The two men, one chasing and the other fleeing, caused chaos in the city.

On the street, Cao Ci spent a few taels of silver to buy a bunch of fireworks, but the material was not very good and only black smoke came out. He simply took out a pot of wine, and a trace of sadness appeared on his originally sunny face. After all, he would have no master to take care of him in the future.

Unfortunately, the master's true wish was not fulfilled until the end. This trip to the wilderness in the north was not only to live up to the martial arts, to fight to the fullest with the eleventh level of the Martial God, even if he died, he would die, but also to leave behind love, so that every time the master's wife saw it, she would "remember him".

Cao Ci murmured, "This is the best of both worlds."

A tall old man came over with sharp eyebrows.

Dong Sangeng took a look at the child in front of him. Even though he didn't know much about martial arts, he could see the other party's upright, sunny and beautiful mood, and the demeanor of a martial artist that had not been seen for thousands of years.

"The priest has a heavy responsibility. In ancient times, he was responsible for opening the way, the criminal officer was in the middle, and the hidden officer was at the end. You are not a sword cultivator, so you should start with the most basic official of wiping out filth. I am your protector, and any resources in the future will be provided by the Dong family."

Cao Ci stood up and saluted.

Dong Sangeng waved his hand, and a heroic girl with a sword on her waist came over. She crossed her arms and said, "My father's surname is Ning, and my mother's surname is Yao, so my name is Ning Yao. I will be going out to travel the world in a few months. During this time, you will follow me. The Fuhui official needs to count the swords and give them to us to deliver to the top of the city."

Cao Ci smiled and nodded, thinking that it was better to get busy.

……

The wild world, the mountain of bones.

Thirty thousand white mountains stand tall on the earth, and skeleton monks chant the Buddha's name.

The throne demon Bai Ying was sitting on the top of the mountains. A flying sword suddenly shot the wine jug out of his hand, and then a black ocean appeared out of thin air. The man had too much sword energy, and based on his strong physique, two hundred golden pills poured out madly.

Bai Ying stood up with a sneer, and 30,000 mountains straightened their backs one after another. They were all dormant white-bone demons, each of them was thousands of feet tall and towering.

"You dare to go deep into my dojo despite the favorable conditions. It seems that you have become a great swordsman."

Jiang Yuan remained silent. His vision was severely obstructed, which resulted in a significant reduction in the speed and distance of his flying sword. Moreover, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to reject his existence and was completely unwilling to obey his orders. Under normal circumstances, this was equivalent to a sword cultivator losing half of his killing power. However, he now had the support of the Five Colors World and was connected to the Moon Full Jar, so his spiritual energy supply was endless and he could squander it at will to the extreme limit.

All one hundred and thirty black swords were unsheathed.

At the same time, spiritual power poured into Dantian, allowing the brand new black sword to begin to condense and recover.

Jiang Yuan threw out ten twelve-sword formations, directly imprisoning the world in all directions. After clearing the away disadvantage, his vision suddenly became clear and he caught the turtle in the jar.

Bai Ying's face slightly changed, and a natal flag several meters high appeared around him, the Twelve Good Hours White Bone Battle Flag, a middle-level immortal soldier rank that could gather death energy. He held the battle flag and swung it forward, and a pale and violent wind swept forward, mixed with countless fierce eyes filled with hatred.

A ray of cold light shines across the sky and earth.

Ten black swords connected end to end were gently handed out by someone.

The wind that burned the bones split apart, and the eyes shattered. There was only a tired sigh in the air. The sword light was crisscrossing. Bai Ying held the battle flag and blocked the sword, but the great Bodhisattva's obsession inside had already collapsed. The smell of decaying bones filled the Bone Mountain.

The Twelve Good Hours' bone-white battle flag seemed to be burning. Bai Ying swept out again. The turbulence came suddenly. Above the layers of air waves, a huge amount of hail like huge rocks burst out, cruelly destroying all life. This Taoist magic alone turned a barbaric dynasty into history.

Jiang Yuan made a sword gesture with his hands, and ten sword formations burst out with billions of sword lights. Everything in front of him was hazy. The sword lights were like water, melting the hail, and then they all shot towards the enemy.

Bai Ying waved her natal battle flag, and the flag suddenly became so huge that it covered the sky. The material of this natal object was the skin and cassock of a great Bodhisattva in the Ascension Realm. Billions of sword lights fell on it, like beating a drum, splashing circles of ripples.

Bai Ying has realized that this one-on-one fight is different from the previous ones. The guy on the opposite side is determined to fight to the death. He is a great swordsman in the immortal realm, and every move he makes is filled with the killing power of the peak ascending realm. He is simply a freak.

Suddenly, an ink sword tore the battle flag, causing it to fall to the lower rank of immortal weapon. Another ink sword followed closely and directly shattered the enemy's spine. The killing power of the Great Sima Ming consumed the Avenue of Bones. The third sword fell and completely destroyed the battle flag, killing Bai Ying, who was already in the recovery stage, and leaving only his head.

Bai Ying was not in a hurry. She controlled the tattered cloth strips to disperse billions of sword lights, and then swallowed a golden relic at the fastest speed. The great Bodhisattva's supreme Buddhist Dharma was inherited from the Medicine Master lineage. This relic was the opponent's essence. In the blink of an eye, the throne was restored to its original state, reappearing its heyday on the battlefield.

Every great demon on the throne has a secret method to save his life.

"The killing power of the fourteen sword cultivators is incredible. Let's stop here. I am not made of clay."

Bai Ying stared at the enemy. Before, the young sword immortal had delivered four Hedao sword strikes in the Jade Raw Realm, shocking everyone on and off the Savage Mountain. Now that he has broken through the realm, the minimum guarantee is to double it. After eight sword strikes, he will probably have no chance of winning the throne at all. Of course, the opponent is definitely more miserable. Any big monster is bound to be interested in his secrets and will not hesitate to join forces to hunt him down. It is beyond normal logic for a Jade Raw Realm to kill the executioner.

"Just run for your life." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

Ten sword formations exploded at the same time, and beams of light shot straight into the sky, clearly visible for tens of thousands of miles around.

One, two, three...

A total of seventeen ink swords materialized.

When seeing the moment when the ink sword merged into one, Bai Ying's figure flashed back and forth in the ten sword pillars, she was horrified. This pure and rough sword-stacking technique not only tests the foundation and physique of the sword cultivator, but also focuses on the level of his own swordsmanship. In other words, the opponent is completely a fourteenth-level perfect sword cultivator, but his cultivation level remains at the immortal realm.

Jiang Yuan's body was covered with cracks like a spider web, and he casually threw out a seemingly light sword.

On the land of bones, Bai Ying dodged back and forth, using more than a dozen escape techniques alone, but still took the initiative to crash into the ink sword. After one sword, the sky was clear and the earth was right. The thirty thousand bone demons that were consumed by the sea of ​​swords were turned into powder, and then rotted and dissipated. First the bone body was cut off, then the soul was cut off. A ray of moonlight hit the fleeing true spirit, shattered it, and then cut a picture scroll.

Jiang Yuan took back the Moon Bottle and directly summoned the moonlight in the enemy's heart, launching the Moon Killing. It was very likely that the flying sword would be damaged and he would be hit by one or two all-out spells, but it would be perfect if used to finish the job.

The scroll unfolded, revealing an extremely old woman.

"Who made you Tai Sui have the longest life span? You have violated the taboo of the Great God of Destiny."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, the sword light wiped out everything, and his original magic, Moonlight Without Bounds, was activated again, and for the third time. King Li Ren traveled across the world and traveled to the wilderness. Only now did he have a sense of being a sword practitioner without any constraints from heaven and earth, and he could draw his sword and ask for swords at will.

The third time, he naturally sent back Bai Ying's head and asked the sword servant to help carve the word "two" on it. As for the remaining parts of Bai Ying, he did not destroy them all, because this guy had a great connection with the giant Zhou Mi.

(End of this chapter)