There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

"Certainly!"

"disease!"

After merging with the huge human face in the black cloud, the aura of Taoist Calabash changed, becoming more powerful and mysterious. He raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, pointed forward, and a little crystal light was generated from between his fingers. .

It was a flying sword that looked like a swimming fish.

The gourd in front is just an eighth-level magic weapon, called a sword box. It is a magic weapon that is naturally generated when one has reached the ultimate peak of external sword practice.

Now, the flying sword flying out from his fingers is his natal flying sword. It is the life path of the swordsman and the opportunity to become a saint. If he wants to climb the sword pavilion instead of wandering around the outside of the mountain, this natal flying sword The sword must be completely integrated with one's own life.

Now, Calabash Taoist lacks the final hurdle.

Originally, he didn't want to use this natal flying sword.

The reality left him with no choice but to release this thing. This was because of the flying sword released by Nie Wushuang.

He is well aware of his domineering side.

The original owner of this flying sword was Canglan Sword Saint, the former genius of Jiange. Two hundred years ago in Liangjie Mountain, he fell into the trap of the demon clan and was besieged by three demon clan great sages. Even so, he still killed a demon clan. Saint, seriously injured two people and was able to escape from the battlefield.

However, he flew all the way back to the sword pavilion, but was too exhausted to enter the pavilion.

He died in the sword tomb at the foot of the mountain and turned into smoke, but a little bit of his spirituality remained. In this way, the sword spirit of Canglan Feijian also survived and never left with its master. For two hundred years, it has been hidden in the sword tomb.

In the past, Taoist Gourd used to practice swordsmanship under Canglan Sword Master.

He is very familiar with the aura of Canglan Sword. Over the past few decades, he has suffered a lot. At that time, Canglan, a half-step swordsman, once judged him that his character was defective and he would never be a half-step swordsman for the rest of his life. It's the pinnacle.

It’s so hard to pass this stage of becoming a saint!

This sentence is also the inner demon of Taoist Hulu!

He didn't want his life to be judged by this sentence.

Therefore, those who are willing to take risks to practice the evil method of killing three corpses still want to find a chance to become a saint, even if the consequences of failure are extremely terrible.

Still working hard!

After the death of Canglan Sword Master, he was still secretly happy.

A fallen sword master is nothing, and those words are just lies.

However, now, seeing Canglan Sword again, and sensing the aloof and domineering aura again, his mind was swaying.

The natal flying sword has to be used!

The current owner of the Canglan Sword is not the Canglan Sword Saint. Although there are many Dharma ministers on the opposite side, they are all vulnerable to a single blow.

Even if the Canglan Sword is in his hands, it would be great to be able to exert half of its ten capabilities.

In this case, if the Canglan Sword can be chopped down, the inner demon will be gone, and the chance of becoming a saint will be increased.

Therefore, Taoist Calabash drew his sword.

It's like a young man with a deep hatred returns to his hometown after hundreds of years and strikes his enemy with this sword.

This sword was filled with all his anger.

As soon as the sword was slashed out, the anger seemed to have disappeared from his body.

powerful!

Very strong!

Although, it’s just a little crystal light!

Looks insignificant, insignificant!

However, the aura contained on it was so powerful that it made Nie Wushuang's soul tremble. Every thought rushed towards the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, seemingly daring not to resist the sharp and powerful aura on the sword.

retreat!

Rewind!

My mind was swaying with only this thought.

It’s like a whim, a warning sign.

However, Nie Wushuang did not comply with this feeling. Instead of retreating, he took half a step forward against the powerful sword intent.

Canglan Sword was as arrogant and domineering as ever.

Slashing towards that crystal point, the two flying swords collided in the void.

The energy splashed up uncontrollably, forming huge waves. Each wave was a sharp breath, cutting the space. It was about to cut the chessboard secret realm controlled by the withered tree into pieces and shatter them. no longer exists...

This can't happen!

With a thought, Nie Wushuang took back the Dharma Appearance clone carrying the Canglan Sword.

With a mournful cry, the shadow of a woman in blue robes flickered on Feijian, and she reluctantly returned to Feijian. Together with Feijian, they were pulled back to an independent space by Nie Wushuang, and fell into a deep sleep.

The sword intent is too sharp and the secret space cannot bear it.

Nie Wushuang has regarded this place as his trophy, so naturally he does not want it to be destroyed to pieces.

Another Dharma-like clone flashed out.

It was a huge three-legged golden crow.

The Great Sun Golden Ufa!

The foundation of the Great Sun Golden Crow Sect can be cultivated into a powerful method to become a Heavenly Lord. If the Dharma is completely integrated with the three-legged Golden Crow's divine will, it will become a Heavenly Lord.

At this stage, we are still far from it.

But he can barely be said to be a half-step Tianzun.

The three-legged golden crow turned into a sea of ​​fire, rushed towards Taoist Calabash, fell into the black cloud, and fought with the sword demon's aura.

Devour!

Convert!

They bite each other desperately like wild beasts.

Taoist Calabash's true body teleported, left the black cloud, landed on the glistening flying sword, and shot towards Nie Wushuang.

Behind Nie Wushuang, thousands of flying swords rushed into the withered tree and fought with the thousands of branches of the withered tree.

During the battle, the Dharma phase clone held a sword and helped the branches resist the flying sword.

In a short period of time, the fight was evenly matched, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

It's not the key to victory or defeat there.

The key to victory or defeat lies between Nie Wushuang and Taoist Calabash.

It seems that the strength of the Gourd Taoist, who is only half a step away from becoming a sword saint, is still stronger than Nie Wushuang, who is barely considered a half-step heavenly master.

His sword demon clone can completely withstand the attack of the three-legged golden crow.

The golden crow's divine fire that burns everything seems unable to burn away the sword demon's aura in the black cloud. They are just competing in consumption.

Peach Blossom Lady?

She is too weak to be of any use!

Taiyi!

If he punches, he will probably be cut apart by the opponent's natal flying sword!

Teleport all the Dharma clones in front of him and besiege the Gourd Taoist who is holding a sword?

This effect is probably not good. Nie Wushuang is barely a half-swordsman, and he knows the principle that no matter how many methods you use, I will only cut it with one sword.

Besieging is useless for swordsmen.

It seems...

I can only do that!

It's a bit dangerous, but it's within the tolerance range!

After saying so much, in fact, it took less than a breath for Nie Wushuang to make a decision. A Dharma clone appeared in front of him, blocking the main body and the Taoist gourd.

The breath of the Dharma clone was particularly strange.

Huangquan Messenger!

In an instant, the sacrifice began!

Nie Wushuang sacrificed this Dharma clone, which attracted the arrival of Huangquan Will. The so-called Huangquan Will was actually the residual soul of the Red Emperor, half of which came from Huangquan Will and half from the Great Sun Jinwu Gate, because the side of Huangquan Will could respond to this sacrifice.

In Nie Wushuang's sea of ​​consciousness, in the Sun God Palace, the residual soul of the Red Emperor opened his eyes.

At the same time, a terrifying will descended from the void and condensed on the Dharma clone in front of him who closed his eyes and concentrated.

He opened his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and spread his fingers, like picking up a flower.

He picked up the crystal that flew over!

One word can decide life and death

One word can break cause and effect

I have the law to follow my words, I can turn the world upside down!