Sword ancestor

Chapter 107 Fighting the Monster
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At the foot of Jianfeng Mountain, the word "Fighting and Fighting" was taken over, and the first evildoer of the sixteenth generation made a move.

Cuiyun Peak was tightly closed, and the momentum of water and wood moved the avenue, crushing on the sky, and he was tens of feet around, the air shattered, and he was sucked into a vacuum world.

"It's finally time to make a move! Qi Tian is finished! Even if it is the Xiantian sword body, this time, it will be smashed to death, cut off his path, humiliate him severely, and let him die of shame and anger!"

"More than that, each of us must spurn him, one bite at a time, and see when he commits suicide!"

A disciple spoke harshly and collected the corpse of his brother, his Taoist robe was soaked with blood.

Dozens of eight-vein disciples were bleeding, and now there are only more than 20 left. The blood pooled into a pool, dyeing Lingxi blood red, and the blood was soaring, and it could be smelled even dozens of miles away.

Nearly two thousand and eight disciples gathered, and surrounded Jianfeng tightly. A majestic momentum rose, and the purple energy of Jianfeng collapsed, revealing the mountain that had been silent for thousands of years.

The thousand-foot sword peak towers into the sky, the mountains are steep and the cliffs are sharp, like a magic sword covering the earth, covering its front after endless years, at this time the fairy mist shakes away, and there is an invisible sound of sword chant .

The sound of sword chant resounded in the sea of ​​consciousness of every eight-vein disciple, shaking their minds. Many disciples couldn't stand the sound worn by the years, and kept retreating.

At this moment, they seemed to see a piece of the old days, the towering sword peak, standing proudly on the land of Jiufeng, a figure in green robes standing on the top of the cliff, with a sharp edge piercing the sky, breaking through the nine heavens, and the sound of sword whistling came from every inch of the sword. Charged out of the peak, as if awakened by a divine sword, the terrifying sword energy ravaged the void, dissipated, and even the brilliance of the sun was torn apart.

Many people were alarmed, Jianfeng showed his sharpness, what is the mystery of this, is it foreshadowing something, or is it the final trend.

Some Dao Consciousness descended again and set their eyes on Jianfeng, but they still couldn't see anything. The sword peak became more and more sharp, they couldn't stand it, and quickly withdrew their Dao Consciousness.

Above the vaulted sky, Yan Mu let out a long howl, and the green wood and water glistened under his feet. He landed on the sword peak and headed towards the purple bamboo forest.

Dozens of top figures followed, and the disciples of Zhufeng went to Jianfeng. They didn't want to miss such a big battle.

"You must see the sword body being suppressed and killed with your own eyes, so what about the innate sword body, you still have to die!"

"After practicing for more than a year, he is so arrogant that he has no bounds. Let him practice for a few more years! Don't you have to step on me and humiliate me wantonly!"

Some people, especially not aware of it, cursed themselves, their eyes were murderous, and they vowed to see the corpse of the sword body.

Strict curtain.

The leader of the sixteenth generation of Cuiyun Peak, the younger generation is a monstrous figure, far superior to the same generation, who once suppressed the elders of the same peak and shook the nine peaks.

The top figures from all the peaks followed, and Yan Mu made a move, so they had to watch the battle, not to mention, they were afraid of breaking the bow, so they dared not move rashly.

In front of the Purple Bamboo Forest, Qi Tian sat cross-legged on the bank of the Blood Stream, his Taoist robe was stained with blood, and his whole body revealed a cold murderous intent.

Yan Mu fell on the other side of Lingxi River, staring at Qi Tian, ​​his eyes fell, and was instantly crushed by a pale golden sharp edge.

"Sure enough," Yan Mu chuckled, "I didn't expect that the innate sword body would be developed to such a degree by you. You don't use the Splitting God Bow, otherwise you won't have any chance."

Slowly opening his eyes, Qi Tian's eyes were calm, he had no sword charm, but there was an ancient aura, this aura ran through the years, and as Qi Tian opened his eyes, it slowly permeated the entire Sword Peak.

"I have gifted the Splitting God Bow to someone else. The Immortal Vein of Sword Dao is not fake."

"Oh," Yan Mu said with a smile, with a strange look in his eyes, "It's a pity, the opportunity has already been given to you, since you don't need it, save me some tricks."

At this time, many eight-vein disciples climbed to the peak, and when they heard what Qi Tian said, they were in an uproar.

"The Splitting God Bow was actually given to someone. He is courting death, courting death thoroughly!"

"I really thought that the Splitting God Bow belonged to him. That evildoer didn't go out to ask for it, but he actually gave it away without authorization!"

"When the news reaches Qingyun Peak, that evildoer will definitely make a move. The sword body will not escape death this time!"

A Lieyang Peak disciple sneered: "Don't wait for that evildoer to attack, Senior Brother Yan will not let him go today. Among the dozens of people under the peak, there is one person who has some blood relatives with Senior Brother Yan. , but in the end we cannot allow others to humiliate us.”

"No wonder Senior Brother Yan arrived first. This is a violation of the taboo. He is coming to take his life!"

But soon, everyone fell silent, because a majestic power had already risen, the endless water and wood avenue was moved, and a green tree was caught in Yan Mu's hand. This green tree was about three feet long, and the whole body was crystal clear It is emerald green, with a faint watery light, and it is extraordinary at a glance. It is imprinted with Taoism, and the water-wood avenue has almost become a substance.

"Today, this place will be your burial place. If you die here, it is also your destination."

Yan Mu opened his mouth, his smile was gentle, but it contained murderous intent. He raised the green wood in his hand, and the water-wood avenue was condensed in the three-foot sky. The momentum suppressed all directions, the purple bamboo forest of tens of feet was bent, and the wind sounded, many disciples retreated, unable to control themselves.

"At least they are all in the fifth heaven of Tengyun! The power of the Dao has even moved the Dao. Such a method is basically crushed by the Dao. Few of the fifteen generations of elders dare to take it hard!"

"The gap is too big, Qi Tian has not stepped into the sword soul state, and he is comparable to the peak of consciousness, and the only way is death!"

The Shuimu Avenue collapsed, and Qi Tian's expression was solemn. Suddenly, he gave a loud shout, and a burst of endless sharpness burst out. An extremely ancient breath rose up, and the majestic sound wave shook the nine peaks.

At this moment, many disciples vomited blood. In their eyes, the years passed, as if they had returned to the ancient land. Hundreds of millions of ancient swords stood on the earth, clanging and clanging, and an ancient edge descended across time and space.

Between the eyebrows, two sword seals manifested, the Zizhu sword came out of its sheath, the innate sword energy was pure gold and flawless, and the pale golden edge entwined, the whole Zizhu sword instantly transformed into pure gold, the vicissitudes of the ancient vicissitudes seemed to have been dusty since ancient times Waking up in the middle of the night, he completely revealed his murderous intentions.

The majestic life essence merged into the edge, bursting out from every inch of the muscles and bones, striding the sky, every step fell, like a small mountain fell, the sword peak shook, many disciples were unstable, and suddenly fell to the ground, showing a look of shock .

The Purple Bamboo Sword fell, and the Shuimu Avenue was sliced ​​open.

Yan Mu showed a slight surprise, his eyes were like lightning, it seemed that two green lakes were born and died in them, the green lotus sprouted mud, and a great vitality rushed out, he played the infinite formula with both hands, a mysterious wooden movement The avenue spreads out in the void, between the sky and the earth, the aura of endless trees converges, and an ancient blue tree tens of feet high suddenly emerges.

"Cuiyun Peak suppresses the peak's small supernatural powers, and the ancestral tree reaches the sky!"

"Yan Mu wants to kill the sword body directly. He doesn't want to fight with tens of hundreds of moves. He directly uses his small supernatural powers to kill Qi Tian!"

Small supernatural powers were born, there are three thousand secrets in the world, six hundred in each of the five lands, but only half of the magic powers have been handed down, three thousand secrets, one thousand great supernatural powers, one thousand medium supernatural powers, and one thousand small supernatural powers , Even if it is a small supernatural power, it can also communicate with the Dao, showing the fighting power against the sky.

The [-]th generation disciples could not get in touch with these many secrets, but many [-]th generation disciples were dazzled. They finally understood why the [-]th generation evildoers could go against the law and kill the [-]th generation elders, not to mention their terrifying talent Cultivation base, this little supernatural power alone is enough to break through the Tao with strength, and go up the retrograde. This is the retrograde supernatural power.

The world around him turned into a vacuum, and the vacuum world of tens of feet shook. The ancient blue tree fell, as if a sky pillar had collapsed, and the wooden road was crushed, and Qi Tian looked dignified. It was he who passed his blood to continue his veins and became the second sword Pangu. Today, it is impossible to say that he is really about to be suppressed and killed here.

No more hesitation, the Zizhu sword repeatedly slashed, and in an instant, he unleashed six swords in a row, showing a shocking six times the fighting power. open.

Qi Tian drew his sword, Yan Mu's complexion changed suddenly, Dao power surged all over his body, and the pressure of the green trees became more intense. Surging in all directions, many disciples were unable to dodge, and were rushed dozens of feet by the blood wave and fell to the edge of the cliff.

A vacuum world enveloped hundreds of feet, the land of hundreds of feet, the vegetation was shattered, and the blood stream stopped flowing. At this moment, Qi Tian was shaken back by tens of feet, and the blue ancient trees that fell in the town were also cracked at the same time. Under the shocked eyes of the disciples, It shattered.

Qi Tian used six times the combat power, Zizhu sword smashed Yan Mu's small supernatural power, many people couldn't accept that the sword body was so powerful, the sharpness was unmatched, even the sixteen generations of evildoers could not use the strongest combat power Town kill.

The strict curtain descends on the void, and the water and wood path keeps rolling, trapping Qi Tian in a vacuum of hundreds of feet. The green light covers the sky, and the water vapor condenses into sky rivers and hangs down. One by one, he inherited Pangu's blood and achieved the second sword Pangu. The innate sword body has transformed to a terrifying state, and the life essence is not inferior to many thousand-year-old wood elixir.

If some Supreme Elders put him into the alchemy furnace for refining at this moment, at least he can last a hundred years of life, the energy is too strong.

Immediately, Yan Mu struck the green wood in his hand, and the green wood fell down like a new ivy, entangled with the ancient tree, and it would not retreat from the sky. fly.

bang——

bang——

Like a giant bell vibrating, gold and iron sparks splashed everywhere, the green wood was extraordinary, even Ren Xiantian's sword was unparalleled in sharpness, and it couldn't be cut off, or even a single crack could be left. (Please subscribe, ask for a monthly ticket, double the monthly ticket, don’t wait, everyone, hurry up and vote! There are more than ten votes short of the new book monthly ticket list!)

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