Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

A sword asks about the past and present!

Who doesn't know you!

What kind of domineering is this?

A sword asks about the past and present, dare to ask who doesn't know you?

Jun Wentian is domineering, suppresses the sword clan with one sword, and ends the most domineering and glorious years of the sword clan.

Jun Xiaoyao is even more ambitious. With one sword, he asks the sword cultivators of the past and present, have you ever known you?

All directions are shocked, and the heaven and earth tremble together!

Every word is gushing out and flowing with boundless sword energy, as if it can flatten the sky!

And what shocked everyone the most was!

The sword marks left by Jun Xiaoyao are comparable to those of the ancestor of the sword in the world, the sword god Jun Wentian!

"This..."

Countless people's hearts were shocked and exploded directly!

That kind of shock surpassed all the previous shocks!

The scalp is numb and the soul is scattered!

"The third sword!"

"Did we witness the birth of the third sword today!"

Some sword cultivators were shocked to the extreme, their minds were blank, and they even felt a little confused as if they were dreaming, muttering.

It is still unclear who is stronger, the Human Sword Ancestor or the Sword God Jun Wentian.

But obviously, they will occupy the top two positions.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao has left a mark on the Sword Emperor Mountain, and is on par with these two strongest!

Isn't this the third sword?

"No... not necessarily, Jun Xiaoyao is on par with those two, who dares to assert that he will not be the first sword in the future?"

"Oh my God, he is not a sword cultivator, but he can be on par with the two top sword cultivators, and may even become the first sword in the future."

All sword cultivators were in a state of shock.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.

A young generation who is not specialized in sword cultivation.

But he can be on par with the Human Sword Ancestor and the Sword God Jun Wentian.

It can only be said that that kind of talent surpasses everything and reaches a level that no one can imagine!

Monster, freak, the pride of heaven, the son of destiny, are far from describing Jun Xiaoyao's talent.

This is simply unimaginable.

Even the great men of the Sword Clan were all stunned and couldn't believe it.

As for the Chi Xiao lineage, Elder Chi Ming and others who had always been hostile to Jun Xiaoyao.

They shuddered and looked at Jun Xiaoyao, as if they were looking at some peerless freak, with extreme fear.

"This, this, this..."

Even the somewhat crazy Sword Madman was shocked and couldn't get crazy at this moment.

There were also elders of the Sword Clan who muttered absentmindedly.

"Is the Jun family going to have a second Sword God?"

A Sword God has dominated the world, and the sword has been there for eternity.

Now, if there is another one, it will be terrible.

"Damn, they are indeed from the same family..."

When a sword cultivator saw the brilliant handwriting, his heart trembled and he sighed.

Who would have thought that they could witness such a miracle today.

If this news spreads, it will probably make a sensation in the world.

As for Ji Qinghe, there are also the man with a long sword on his back, the female sword cultivator and others.

At this moment, they all seemed to have lost their souls and could not say a word.

Qiu Muyu's eyes were brighter than ever before, and there were wisps of black light flashing in her eyes.

She must get this man!

Ye Guchen murmured, "I still have a long way to go..."

He is now second only to Jun Xiaoyao, the ancestor of the sword in the world, and the sword god Jun Wentian.

He can compete for the fourth sword.

Even the strongest of other sword clans are on par with him.

But Ye Guchen's swordsmanship has no end and limit.

It can be said that the shock that Jun Xiaoyao brought to everyone surpassed everything.

Even some sword clan sword cultivators who had prejudice and hostility towards Jun Xiaoyao showed extremely complicated expressions after being shocked.

In fact, the group of sword cultivators, except for some special cases, are all stubborn people.

As long as your sword is strong enough, it is worthy of admiration and can win respect.

And Jun Xiaoyao is no longer a question of strength.

In the future, he might really become a monument of the sword art of the vast starry sky.

Jun Xiaoyao did not hear the noise of the outside world.

For him, it did not matter whether he ranked first, second or third.

After all, he was not a real sword cultivator and had no intention of competing for the first sword.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao was alone in the void, looking at the sword marks and handwriting he left on the top of Jiandi Mountain.

Suddenly, he felt something.

Because the entire Jiandi Mountain was still shaking.

"What's going on? Why is Jiandi Mountain still shaking?"

Many people also noticed this.

Although it was normal for Jun Xiaoyao to leave his name on the top of Jiandi Mountain and cause strange phenomena.

But this seemed a little unusual.

Jun Xiaoyao also noticed it.

He looked at the top of Jiandi Mountain.

Found it.

The handwriting left by his Jun family predecessor, the sword god Jun Wentian, seemed to emit a shimmering sword light.

As if there was some kind of reaction.

"Hmm?"

Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.

Could it be...

Because the arrival of the same Jun family member caused the reaction of the sword marks left by Jun Wentian?

Just when everyone was puzzled and confused.

On the other side, in the closed world where the Demon Sword Valley was located.

The gray fog was filled with undead matter.

The rumbling sound of vibration resounded throughout the world.

Looking around, the entire closed world had been beaten to pieces, and the space turbulence was surging.

The Xueyue lineage strongmen who stayed here to guard were naturally no match for the Jie organization.

In the depths of the Demon Sword Valley, the formation that sealed the Demon Sword King was also being bombarded by the strong men of the Jie Organization.

Not far away, Zhao Beixuan watched this scene, his eyes faintly showing a kind of excitement.

As long as the Demon Sword King broke the seal, he would have the means to deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

At this moment, he had no idea what kind of miracles Jun Xiaoyao had created in Jiandi Mountain.

"It's almost time, I will have the capital for revenge soon..." Zhao Beixuan clenched his fists.

In the next moment.

Boom!

An unimaginable roar suddenly broke out, like an ancient star shattered and an ancient continent collapsed.

The formation that sealed the Demon Sword King was finally destroyed.

An indescribable majestic sword energy rushed into the sky, as if it was about to overturn the nine-layer sky.

But that sword energy, with a deep murderous and demonic nature, seemed to be gushing out from the Nine Nether Hell.

Every sword energy has the terrifying power to kill all living things.

And in the midst of the surging sword energy.

A vague and majestic demon shadow emerged, sinking and floating in the endless immortal matter.

Only a pair of scarlet eyes can be seen, emitting a thousand-foot-long blood-red sword light.

This figure is one of the 72 demon kings of the Dark Realm, the Demon Sword King!

When the Demon Sword King was suppressed, his physical body was also destroyed.

So it is only in the state of the soul.

In addition, it has been worn out by the formation for a long time.

As strong as the Demon Sword King, it is naturally far from being comparable to the peak state.

But even so, that kind of pressure is still frightening, as if it is going to collapse the world.

"After countless years, this king finally broke through the barrier, and the vast starry sky will be terrified under my sword!"

The Demon Sword King, with a majestic voice, sounded the demonic sound.

"Greetings, Lord Demon Sword King!"

The members of the Jie Organization all bowed to the Demon Sword King.

Zhao Beixuan also looked at the Demon Sword King, his pupils faintly trembling.

Compared with the Demon Sword King with a trace of demonic thoughts in his body.

The real Demon Sword King, that kind of pressure is suffocating.

The Demon Sword King's scarlet eyes also looked at Zhao Beixuan.

For a moment, Zhao Beixuan felt a tremendous and boundless pressure crushing down.

It made him sweat all over.

It seemed that in the eyes of the Demon Sword King, he was just a tiny insect.

"Could it be that he..."

Zhao Beixuan's heart was shocked, and he felt something was wrong.

But, what made him relieved was.

The Demon Sword King did not do anything to him, but said: "Leave first."

Although the Demon Sword King broke the seal, his current strength is far from the peak.

If he is noticed by the Sword Clan.

Even if he is difficult to kill with the characteristics of the creatures of the Dark Realm, he will inevitably be suppressed again.

And just when they were about to leave.

On the side of Jiandi Mountain, the sword marks and handwriting left by Jun Wentian suddenly burst out with unprecedented brilliant brilliance.

Jun Xiaoyao seemed to have sensed something, and his eyes suddenly looked into the distance.

"Could it be..."

Recalling that Zhao Beixuan was not present.

Jun Xiaoyao immediately understood.

Then, he looked at the top of Jiandi Mountain again, and the words left by Jun Wentian, there was endless sword energy gushing out.

In the majestic power that made the world turbulent and the universe fall.

A vague and slender transcendent figure condensed in the endless light rain and stood on the top of Jiandi Mountain! (End of this chapter)