The strongest sword god system

The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually resounded in the underground palace, and then more than a dozen figures came out in a file, and their teasing eyes immediately focused on Su Bai, and the young man in the lead looked at Su Bai in front of him even more playfully. The disciple of the Sword Pavilion circulated around him, and said with a light smile, "The reputation of the Sword Pavilion has been lost by you crane tails. It seems that the inheritance of the Sword Tomb is destined to be destined for you, Junior Brother Jiang Chuan."

The sharp and mean chuckle made the Sword Pavilion disciple's complexion change dramatically: "Senior Brother Yunpeng, the inheritance of this sword tomb belongs to you. I hope that Senior Brother Yunpeng will save the younger brother because of the love of the fellow brothers."

Su Bai looked calmly at these Sword Pavilion disciples who were full of teasing faces, and frowned slightly. He didn't expect these Sword Pavilion disciples to come out at this moment, which means that the inheritance of the Sword Tomb has been passed down by these Sword Pavilion disciples. I got it, thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Su Bai's face, and he raised his hand slightly, and the ancient Qingfeng sword in his hand was raised immediately, and the cold and bright sword light suddenly bloomed.

"puff!"

Scarlet blood splashed immediately, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the palace.

Su Bai turned his head to the serious Lin Di and said, "Notify Cang Yue and the scholar to come in."

Emperor Lin looked at the young man in the lead fearfully. He could sense the astonishing oppression even from a distance. With a slight nod, Emperor Lin retreated straight to the dark corridor, while the young man in the lead He stared playfully at the back of Emperor Lin going away, turned his head to the disciples of Sword Pavilion and said with a light smile: "Junior Brothers, we have become the little fat sheep in the eyes of these Langya Sect disciples, and I, Yunpeng, have been practicing martial arts for so many years. This is the first time someone has put their mind on my head."

Su Bai looked at the young man who spoke calmly.A bright smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked straight towards Yunpeng.

Seeing Su Bai approaching without saying a word, a young man with a scar on his face beside the young man immediately said sharply: "Half-step Tiangang dares to come to seize the inheritance of the sword tomb so blatantly, tsk tsk. That's all there is to it, how about handing over Senior Brother Yunpeng to me to practice?"[

Yunpeng nodded slightly and said, looking quietly at Su Bai's fair face, he vaguely remembered that this disciple of the Langya Sect was the leader of the Tianshu Pavilion among the Seven Pavilions of Langya.Half a step of Tiangang cultivation can become the leader of Tianshu Pavilion. It seems that the disciples of Langya Sect are not as good as one generation after another. He chuckled and said: "Speed ​​up, the breath of this sword tomb has been completely leaked. It will attract the attention of other sect powerhouses."

"Here!"

The young man with the scar showed fierceness in his eyes, and his tone became colder. He strode towards Su Bai in a stride, and chattered endlessly: "Remember my name, because he will be the one who will send you to hell. Han Ruoxiao!"

The moment before the voice fell.The figure of the young man with the scar has shot out.Clenching his palms into claws, his condensed swords emerged from his fingertips, and in an instant, they were probing directly towards the vital parts of Su Bai's body.The shadows of claws all over the sky reveal fierce murderous intent, covering the world within a radius of several feet.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Ruoxiao would cultivate the sword and eagle claws to the point of perfection. With the indestructible sword and the fierce sword and eagle claws, Senior Brother Ruoxiao is still the same, using all his strength when he makes a move, leaving no room for it."

Su Bai only felt that his whole body had been locked by fierce murderous intent, but his figure was walking forward at a steady pace, until the moment when the shadow of the claw was about to fall on Su Bai, Su Bai's left hand drooped slightly. Immediately raised his fingers, a sharp sword intent emerged, and Han Ruoxiao suddenly felt that the gentle young man in front of him was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and his calm gaze was as sharp as a sharp edge. The claw shadow that Gang condensed out actually collapsed directly, what kind of power is this?

The complexion of the young man with the scar changed drastically in an instant, and he was about to retreat, but the former's white jade-like sword fingers swooped straight in. The young man with the scar immediately grasped Shuangqing tightly, and the terrifying sword gang condensed on his fist like flowing water , "I don't believe that with your half-step Tiangang cultivation base, you dare to confront me head-on."

click!

The fists collided fiercely, and scarlet blood immediately splashed out. The scarred youth screamed out, and the fist he swung was bloody.

And at this moment, Su Bai's left hand immediately stretched out, seemingly casually grasping the wrist of the scarred youth, and then pulled it suddenly, and the latter's body immediately rushed towards Su Bai. Bai's right arm swayed slightly, and the Qingfeng ancient sword in his hand cleanly cut across the scarred youth's neck.

puff!

The scarlet blood was so shocking that Yunpeng, who was yawning, immediately darkened, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes looking at Su Bai: "It's no wonder that you are so confident and hide such terrifying power, but It's not enough to seize the sword tomb inheritance in my hands with this little power."

boom!

Yunpeng stepped forward, a majestic aura radiated from his body, and the big hand that was on the hilt of the sword was suddenly clenched. The moment Yunpeng took the first step, the cold sword light came into Su Bai's eyes Suddenly, one can only see that the straight and slender sword is surrounded by a condensed sword gang, which spreads to both sides, like two wings spread out, the whole sword is like a Kunpeng flying in the sky, Straight to Su Bai's throat.

Compared with the offensive of the scarred youth, the Yunpeng in front of him was obviously more terrifying, and ripples rippled to the place where the sword light passed.Su Bai's calm eyes showed a little disappointment. Yunpeng's cultivation in front of him was at the third level of Qi Condensation, but the strength he displayed was not as powerful as Qin Yu and Gui Bufan at the beginning. "Langya Sect can Becoming the first of the five sects of Desolate Ya, with the same cultivation base, its disciples are far more powerful than those of other sects.”[

Shaking his head slightly, Su Bai couldn't help but increase his strength in holding the ancient Qingfeng sword. Then he tapped his toes, and saw the gentle breeze rippling around Su Bai, and the simple and gorgeous ancient Qingfeng sword fluttered in vain. There was a dazzling cold light, as light as a frightening bird, and astonishing astonishment, all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were about to cheer were chilled all over their bodies. Although this sword light was as beautiful as the ink of a painter's brush and ink, it penetrated and came out. The fierceness actually made them shudder.

Yunpeng only felt that the dazzling sword light in front of him was a bit hazy, as if it was placed between white clouds, and the sharp breath on the sword seemed to tear the world apart. He had only felt this feeling in his own suzerain. , is this sword intent?

It is hard to describe the beauty or stunningness of the sword in front of him. A strong sense of crisis emerged in Yunpeng's heart. The sword that stabbed out immediately turned around, and the wings of the unfolded sword gang flapped wildly. Around Yunpeng.

"Flying Immortals in the Sky!"

Su Bai's voice was as cold as ice and snow in the distant mountains. The stunning sword light immediately hit the raging sword gang, and the destructive sword intent directly shattered it. The stunning sword light was quickly reflected in Yunpeng's eyes. I felt a cold feeling suddenly appearing in my neck, followed by severe pain sweeping my whole body.

The sharp sound of breaking the wind was completely silent at this moment. The Sword Pavilion disciples standing on both sides saw Su Bai standing with a sword in his hand, his expression indifferent. Scarlet blood was dripping from the tip of the Qingfeng ancient sword, and Yunpeng's body remained in a constant state. With the posture of drawing the sword, there was still a look of horror on the stiff face.

Su Bai's eyebrows were raised slightly, and he ordered Lin Di to go out and inform Cang Yue and the scholar, but now the corridor behind him was dead silent, and Cang Yue and the scholar should have appeared at this time.

Yunpeng's death dealt a great blow to these Sword Pavilion disciples, but they hadn't reached the point of full fighting spirit. More than a dozen Sword Pavilion disciples rushed towards Su Bai with a tacit understanding, even though Su Bai gave them the sword before. The impact was great, but subconsciously, they still felt that the former was the strongest and only one person, while there were so many people on their side, as long as they shot together, they would definitely be able to suppress Su Bai.

After all, these people are the leaders of the Sword Pavilion, and their cultivation base is still extremely powerful, and the gathering of more than ten auras still feels oppressive.

Su Bai saw that these people shot without any warning, his expression was still Gujingbo, his slightly hanging left hand immediately swayed dazzling finger shadows, and the dark sword print immediately condensed in Su Bai's palm, forming a striking sword amidst the rippling sword energy film.

"One Yuan Sword Formation." Su Bai whispered lightly, and the sword shadow hovering in the center of his palm burst out like a black comet.

"Sword Formation?" The pupils of these Sword Pavilion disciples shrunk slightly, and a chill penetrated from their bones. Damn, who is this guy in front of him?When did the Langya Sect come out with such a monstrous character, who killed Senior Brother Yunpeng with a half-step Tiangang cultivation base, and even mastered the sword formation.

And this guy is condensing the sword array with one hand?

The majestic aura of heaven and earth surged in, and slammed heavily on the several figures in the front. The chests of these figures were all sunken, and blood swept out, and their dark sword shadows tore through the sky and shot directly. Passing over the necks of these people, more than a dozen necks were thrown into the sky in an instant, and blood dripped all over the ground. Only Su Bai witnessed such a shocking scene.

Without any delay, Su Bai walked towards these corpses in stride, and groped on them skillfully.Although these disciples are the elite of the Sword Pavilion, only Yunpeng is wearing the mustard bracelet. The other disciples only have a few bottles of pills on their bodies. If the inheritance of the sword tomb is obtained by people like Yunpeng, it should be in this mustard bracelet.

Putting away the mustard bracelet, Su Bai was not in a hurry to check it, but walked straight to the exit of the underground palace. He knew that something must have happened to Cang Yue and the others who hadn't appeared for a long time. Hearing a hearty chuckle from outside: "Junior Sister Cang Yue, you and I are both disciples of Zhuang Mengge, so why bother to hurt our feelings because of these disciples of Langya Sect. I, Xie Sheng, can guarantee that as long as this sword tomb is broken open , the inheritance within it can be chosen by you, junior sister."

Thank you!

There was a bright smile on Su Bai's fair face in vain, but the black eyes were cold...