God Killer

Sword intent, on the surface, seems to be two words that are very clear, but when you really think about it, these two words have a lot to say.

Zheng Xian couldn't touch the key point vaguely, half understood, felt that he understood the sword intent for a while, but felt that the sword intent was still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from him.

Zheng Xian fumbled for the Great Sword Pavilion, known as the Immortal Artifact, in his hands, and after a while, he gently danced to the Great Sword Pavilion.

Zheng Xian got 33 swords from the old monster, but what Zheng Xian has comprehended now is only eight or nine swords, and the rest are in Zheng Xian's mind.

Zheng Xian decided to use this great sword pavilion to practice swordsmanship.

Immediately, Zheng Xian flew swiftly, while waving the Great Sword Pavilion in his hand, which was only three inches long.

Zheng Xian's dancing of this treasure did not inject any vitality, so the Great Sword Pavilion in Zheng Xian's hands was no different from ordinary short swords.

After Zheng Xian danced his sword for a while, he became very interested. He felt that the 33 swords planted by the smoke monster had turned into 33 light ball seeds, constantly making noise in Zheng Xian's body.

Zheng Xian simply stopped in the air. At this time, Zheng Xian was standing on a big mountain. The mountain was not high, but it was grayish white.

Zheng Xian knew at a glance that this was an active volcano, perhaps it had erupted just a few years ago, and there were solidified lava everywhere around it.

Zheng Xian immediately fell, and fell straight into the crater of this active volcano.

Afterwards, Zheng Xian began to pour out the secret meaning of Jingjian that he had obtained.

Sword Intent Sword Intent, Jingjian Secret Intent, from the name, it should be Sword Intent.

The three-inch dagger in Zheng Xian's hand violently spit out a ten-foot-long golden edge, which opened and closed vertically and horizontally. At first it was like a steel thorn, going straight back and forth. Later, the golden edge in Zheng Xian's hand became like a whip, whipping back and forth, and then , the sword in Zheng Xian's hand can't even control the direction of Zheng Xian himself, the sword in Zheng Xian's hand seems to come alive, with free will.

Finally, Zheng Xian let go of his hand suddenly, and the sword edge in his hand let out with a roar and swished out, winding like a dragon in the air, circling around Zheng Xian for several weeks, then rushing upwards, all the way to the sky.

Zheng Xian raised his head and looked up, the sword edge did not return for a long time.

All of a sudden, golden light rain fell from the sky, and in the heavy rain, a thick and weak golden pillar fell straight down, and plunged into the rock in front of Zheng Xian with a bang.

A [-]-meter-wide pit appeared in front of Mr. Zheng, and it was bottomless.

A small Yingying sword lay in front of Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian still doesn't understand what sword intent is, but he knows that this treasure, which is called a fairy weapon, is connected with his mind.

One hundred people have one hundred kinds of sword intents, and 1 people have [-] kinds of sword intents, each of which is different. Moreover, the so-called sword intents can be understood and cannot be expressed in words. , is the difference between heaven and earth.

So the old monster never mentioned sword intent to Zheng Xian, because no matter what the old monster said, it was wrong for Zheng Xian.Because of this, the old monster simply didn't mention a word, it depends on Zheng Xian's savvy, if Zheng Xian has a relationship with Zhi Da Jiange, then everything will naturally follow. Even if Jiange is in their Jingjianmen, no one has been able to control it for at least hundreds of years.

As Caiyun said, if Jingjianmen could control this fairy weapon, how could it be possible to end up in this situation?Even if Jingjianmen is unwilling to devour living beings to increase his cultivation base, but with a fairy weapon in his hand, not to mention eradicating demons, at least it can make evil spirits dare not show any disrespect.

Zheng Xian stretched out his hand to touch the shining golden little sword, before he touched it, the little sword flashed like a fish and slipped away from between his fingers.

Zheng Xian stretched out his hand to catch it again, but it still caught nothing, but the little sword seemed unwilling to tease Zheng Xian, it suddenly dissipated into a cloud of golden light rain, got into Zheng Xian's palm, and then disappeared.

When Zheng Xian was surprised, his feet buzzed and vibrated, Zheng Xian hadn't thought about what was going on under his feet, when a loud roar suddenly came from the distant sky: "Little slave is so courageous, Zheng Xian is my slave, do you still remember the master? "

The voice was fierce like thunder, and the stones on the ground were rolling around, but it was said in a laughing tone.

Mr. Zheng will never forget this voice!

Zheng Xian's eyes flashed, and he laughed loudly: "Smiley Tonghu, I won't ask for your head, but you actually sent it to your door on your own initiative!"

At this time, dense black dots appeared in the distant sky, looking at it like a sesame bottle was overturned, rushing towards Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and he could clearly understand the man with a smiling face who will lead him.

Smiling Tong Hu still had a smile on his face, but there was more gloomyness and coldness in this smile, which made people feel a bone-chilling chill.

The smiling Tong Hu arrived a hundred meters away from Zheng Xian in the blink of an eye, and a gust of wind blew by, making Zheng Xian's robe rattle by the gust of wind.

Behind Tong Hu was the Twelve Shadow Riders. Zheng Xian killed the leader of the Thirteen Shadow Riders.

After the Twelve Shadow Riders, there were a dozen great cultivators from the Earth Sect, and after that came a flood of disciples from the Vicious Sect who came forward, plus thousands of disciples from other sects who joined in the fun.

For a while, Zheng Xian was surrounded by a group of people, and it was impossible to get through. Zheng Xian wanted to escape, it was like a dream.

"Little slave, now obediently kneel on the ground and beg the master for forgiveness, maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

Zheng Xian laughed loudly, and after he finished laughing, his face turned cold, "Tong Hu, I will give you a chance, kneel in front of me now, and eat up all the mud and stones under my feet, and I will forgive you." took your life."

When Tong Hu heard this, his smiling face became more joyful.

"Little slave, do you think I'm a soft-faced guy who smiles all day long? Do you think your master has no way to deal with you? Do you think your master will have nothing to do with you if you break the slave order?"

Talking and smiling, Tong Hu stretched out his hand and squeezed it, Zheng Xian couldn't help but frowned. He felt as if his heart was tightly pinched by a hand, and the blood stopped flowing all over his body.

At this time, Zheng Xian seemed to be immobilized by the body law, and he couldn't even move a finger all over his body.

The clothes on Zheng Xian's chest were suddenly burnt out a big hole, and on Zheng Xian's chest, a big slave character was gradually taking shape.

"A slave for a day, a slave for the rest of your life, just because you want to escape from my Tong Hu's palm? What a joke!"

As Tong Hu spoke, the palms that were suspended in the air and grasped in vain began to slowly move his fingers closer together.

Zheng Xian felt that his heart had been grasped and deformed.

Blood began to overflow from the corner of Zheng Xian's mouth, and even his nostrils began to bleed.

Zheng Xian felt that all the power in his body was sealed off, and his whole body was pinched by big hands. Even treasures such as the Swamp Magic Mirror and the Purple Gold Gourd could not be restrained, and they could not even communicate with them, just like they It disappeared in an instant.

At this time, Zheng Xian completely lost his cultivation and ability to resist, and completely became an ordinary person in front of Tong Hu.

Zheng Xian laughed, and Tong Hu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "It seems that I will give you the name of Smiling Tong Hu, a little slave, please, let me see if you can laugh When, beg for mercy, beg for mercy master, I will spare your life."

Zheng Xian's mouth was full of blood, and he said with a smile, "Tong Hu, don't you know you're dead?"

"Little slave, you are brave, but you are too stupid. Do you think your alarmist words can scare your master?" Smiling Tong Hu would believe Zheng Xian's arrogant words?

Not to mention the smiling Tonghu, how many of the monks around Zheng Xian would think that what Zheng Xian said was true?

Although Zheng Xian made a huge event in the fairy world, at least half of the people who said that Zheng Xian could really defeat the smiling face Tonghu, the three attendants in front of the stele, did not believe it. The name of the attendant has spread throughout the fairy world, who doesn't know who doesn't know?

In comparison, Zheng Xian is nothing more than a kid, and he is still very young.

Even if we take a hundred steps back, Zheng Xian can really deal with Tong Hu, the three servants in front of the monument, and the twelve shadow riders behind Tong Hu are not vegetarians. Even if the twelve shadow riders are all killed by Zheng Xian, there is still a vicious There are thousands of monks at the door, even if the monks of the sinister door are killed, can the dozen or so big monks of the land door let Zheng Xian go?Even the cultivators of the Earth Sect are finished, these spectator cultivators did not come here to watch the spectacle, who doesn't know that Zheng Xian has many treasures hidden in him?Taking it as their own is the ideal in the heart of every immortal cultivator. At that time, these people will turn from spectators into murderers, and tear the exhausted Zheng Xian to pieces.

Facing such a lineup, how many monks in the fairy world do not tremble and fear?

Being able to survive such a lineup is simply a miracle among miracles.

What's more, it seems obvious now that Smiling Tonghu still has strong control over Zheng Xian, and Zheng Xian will soon be reduced to Smiling Tonghu's servant again.

Smiling Tonghu said: "Little slave, I hate your smile. From now on, I want you to cry in front of me, in front of everyone, even when it's only you. You're going to die. Cry for me like a mother!"

While talking, Smiling Tonghu exerted a lot of force, and Smiling Tonghu's palms were pinched together fiercely. There was a crisp sound in Zheng Xian's chest, and then Zheng Xian's eyes were filled with blood.

Blood spurted out of Zheng Xian's mouth at once, but even so, Zheng Xian was still smiling, so natural and pure.

"Zheng Xian spat out a mouthful of blood, and said: "Tong Hu, listen. "

Tong Hu frowned slightly, and looked at Zheng Xian suspiciously.

Listening subconsciously, there is a restless voice trembling slightly in the air. This sound is like a trickling stream, without the splashing water veins and surging tide sound, but it is endlessly gurgling and rolling.

The monks around also looked at Zheng Xian in surprise and listened attentively.

The sound was like a brook at first, but slowly, the water veins in the brook became more and more wide, and the stream became a big river, a roaring river.

The trembling of the ground became more and more intense as the sound became louder.

At this moment, Tong Hu lowered his head to take a closer look at the big hole in front of Mr. Zheng.

A bright red color surged out of the originally pitch-black pit...