Sword ancestor

Chapter 67

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Town Demon Valley.

Qi Tian's general situation was completely released, the sword was born from the heart, and the sharpness was sharp, and he made a bet with Daoji Laodao.

Bu Qingtian laughed out loud, he was also aggressive, without any scruples, threw Yubingyao to Qitian, he took out the second altar, slapped open the clay, and drank it.

The blood-red jade ice burned into the throat, turning into a billowing flame to burn the blood, and the majestic life energy surged in the sword, roaring like a real dragon.

In the sea of ​​Qi in the dantian, the sword fetus was swaying, and the innate sword energy was sharp and sharp. Inside, there was a ray of golden yellow and flawless, and there was a faint sound of sword whistling like a dragon's chant.

Daoji's anger subsided, but the chill on his face became more intense.

"What a Jianfeng disciple, pointing out his heart and letting go of the general situation, he actually wants to use the old Taoist to stand up, good! Very good! The old Taoist will see if the old Taoist has lived on a dog for more than 400 years!"

"Master!"

Taoist Ming Bing said in a deep voice, "Master, please be merciful!"

The five elders all frowned, Daoji raised his brows, and said coldly: "I have already given the opportunity, the old man didn't use the big to bully the small, the bet was made by himself, since the way of the sword has declined, leave behind a good sword It would be a waste for the peak to be there, the old way sees it, why don't we find a day to set up another one, and branch off from Qingyun Peak, so that other sects will not mention my Qingyun Nine Veins in the future, which is just for show!"

At this moment, the elders of Yaoxiangu and Ziyuedongtian came one after another. It was the first time that the [-]th generation disciples of Qingyun Sect had wagered with the [-]th generation master.

The elders of the two sects both showed playfulness. They received the sound transmission and thought that there would be a good show to watch, so they looked at Qi Tian with different eyes.

Bang!
Half of the altar of jade ice was burned, Qi Tian waved his sleeve, the wine jar was broken, and the remaining wine was like blood, staining the snow red.

There was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, the corners of his lips were blood red with wine, and even his smile was stained with blood.

Daoji Lao Dao stretched out his hand and grabbed the Taoist artifact of a sixteenth-generation disciple. This sixteenth-generation disciple belonged to Xuanbing, and what he used was a fourth-rank peak Taoist artifact, the Xuanbing Seal.

The Xuanbing Seal is like a hill, the whole body is as white as snow, with overlapping peaks, covered with a layer of ice mist, faintly exuding a frosty Dao rhyme.

In Daoji's hands, the rhyme almost condensed into substance. On the Xuanbing Seal, a phantom of a foot-high ice peak appeared, as if it was real.

"It can't be compared at all. The comprehension of Dao by the Supreme Elder has already stood at the pinnacle."

"Even if the realm is suppressed, there is an insurmountable gap!"

"One sword, one life. It seems that there is no benefit in this situation."

Some disciples of the three sects murmured secretly, thinking that they were looking for death, that there was no way out, that they were too impulsive, that their blood was surging, and their mood was already messed up.

Only the peak figures of each generation can comprehend a lot. Some people have great momentum in them. Although they have not opened up, they are not far behind.

The cyan Taoist robes rattled, the Demon Town Valley was blowing, and under the blood-colored sky, snowflakes danced on the ground, and the bloody light loomed, exuding a different kind of poignant beauty.

After ten breaths, only Qi Tian and Qi Tian were left in the land with a radius of one hundred zhang.

A phantom of thunder manifested behind him, piercing through more than ten feet, standing behind him like a pillar of thunder, the thunder pillar was full of sharpness, and the air was torn apart.

His black hair was raised, standing on the ground like the sky, exuding a tragic momentum, his expression remained motionless, two golden and jade-colored yin-yang fish appeared in his eyes, and the two yin-yang fishes were entwined with thunder, and they turned out to be storage swords. Rhyme, showing the law.

Hundreds of feet away, the old Daoji Daoji was indifferent, his aura was as calm as a mountain, but his mind was a little turbulent. After cultivating the immortal way to his realm, many feelings had already arisen in the dark. There was a trace of uneasiness, but it was quickly torn apart. Many elders of the three sects watched the battle, and he couldn't help but retreat in the slightest.

At this moment, Qi Tian's sharpness was wide open, the general momentum was released, and the whole person's energy and spirit were raised to the extreme, and a sword rhyme slowly emerged from his body, and sword rhymes were like thunder, and phantoms appeared around him. Air is invisible.

hum-

He raised his right hand lightly, and the purple bamboo sword that sank into the ground trembled, and slowly emerged from the ground, revealing an unparalleled sharpness, the sword body was full of purple energy, and the sword light was like a rainbow, illuminating the earth.

The majestic sword consciousness swarmed out, turning into a mouthful of golden and jade-colored sword consciousness, suspended in the void, and many disciples changed their colors, feeling a little unbelievable.

"What a tyrannical consciousness, far beyond his realm!"

"How many soul beads have been devoured, and how can they accumulate so many?"

But some disciples who knew the foundation of Qi Tian felt awe-inspiring in their hearts, and thought of many things at once, without taking their eyes off the land of Baizhang.

The Supreme Elder, even if he suppresses his cultivation, Qi Tian feels helpless. The other party's Dao comprehension is too deep, and no matter how suppressed his realm, he can almost reach the level of mastery of Dao Yun in the realm of Consciousness. Perfection, with almost no flaws, is perfect.

In Daoji's eyes, Qi Tian's momentum is like a rainbow, and it echoes with the other disciples of the three sects, which actually brings him an irreversible artistic conception. There is no [-]% certainty, and it may even break his long-prepared perfect dao rhyme.

In the land of hundreds of feet, the air was almost condensed into substance. Around the two of them, the air rippled like water. Many disciples felt oppressed, as if an ancient mountain was approaching their minds, and they couldn't breathe. It's hard to express the horror in my heart.

The elders of Zhuzong Taishang were also slightly stunned, and the general trend was released. With the help of several disciples from the three sects, Qi Tian actually blocked Daoji's perfect dao rhyme, and even vaguely had the tendency to counteract, making up for the defect of the sword rhyme.

"Ming Bing is the head of the sect. It is really gratifying to congratulate such a person as the noble sect."

Daoist Qingchen said, he is the medicine king of the Yaoxian Valley, not only is he a elixir, but his own cultivation is also unfathomable. He saw something, and his tone was calm.

Ziyue Dongtian Grand Elder Mo Youchen also said: "If Jianfeng is replaced, I, Ziyue Dongtian, would like to exchange a low-grade spiritual vein for the three masters and apprentices of Qi Tian. I wonder what Ming Bing's head wants?"

Taoist Ming Bing frowned, he was full of Dao rhyme, as if he was falling into the avenue, and there was a radiance all over his body, so he also felt a little troublesome at this moment.

"You two were joking, Jianfeng is one of my Qingyun Nine Veins, it has been like this since ancient times."

The two big men chuckled and said no more, but the five elders of Qingyun Sect frowned, their gazes did not turn, they still stared at Qi Tian and the others.

In the land of hundreds of feet, the air is like waves, and the snow is rolled in all directions, exposing the dark red land of Zhenmo Valley, like blood clots, accumulated for endless years, and every inch of land exudes vicissitudes of life.

When the last piece of snow cleared away, there was a thunderous howling of swords, and he stepped forward, his body was like thunder, and his sword knowledge poured into him. He actually merged with the Zizhu sword. The golden and jade-colored Zizhu sword gave birth to thunder, and the air flow of the sword was innate. Turn, flawless.

woo-

The Zizhu sword slashed with force, and the thunder was entangled. A phantom of an ancient mountain manifested on the sword body, which was ten feet high and crushed down.

"The sword of the firefly, dare to make a move!"

The old Taoist Daoji sneered, and pressed his right hand in the air, the power of Xuanbing Dao condensed and turned into a six-foot-high ice peak that volleyed towards him.

Bang!
The ancient mountain was crushed, the ice peak was shattered by a sword, Qi Tian's footwork continued, the rhyme of the Zizhu sword rose, a thick phantom of thunder appeared, and struck again.

Daoji raised his brows, and pressed his thumb, each finger was extremely slow, the cold air overflowed, and the rhyme flowed, just like pushing an iceberg, icicles burst out from the thumb, and in an instant, the number 49 was formed , colliding towards Qi Tian volley, 49 icicles, each six feet long, as thick as one person hugs, even a small mountain will be turned into powder. (For the new book list in the last two days, ten steps begging every swordsman who collects to vote for a recommendation ticket to win the final glory!!!)

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