Immortal Palace Ruins, the legend appears, the surrounding situation changes violently, an endless stream of Sword Intent spreads, dust and sand fly, frost and snow fall.
Tsing Yi, black hair, young and handsome face, peaceful and pure, without any murderous intent or worldly disputes.
Seeing the person in front of him, the demon body's expression was shocked, and there was little change in his deep eyes.
The two people passed by each other without any communication. Their green clothes were fluttering in the wind without saying a word, but they put indescribable pressure on everyone present.
The shocked crowd could hardly recover. The handsome and dusty figure in front of them took one steady step, just like a sword fairy who was relegated to the world and embarked on the road of mortal life.
Before the sword was born, the Great Dao sensed, and above the sky, a Dao Sword light was manifesting, turning into chains, criss-crossing, and blocking the fairy sword.
Red Luan Realm King A ray of light flashed across Dao Sword's hand, and blood spilled.
The sword on the sword was beyond words. The feeling between strong men made Red Luan Realm King and Ink Lord look solemn.
This person is extraordinary.
"Yin'er, watch carefully, the master's sword was given by him. For the next battle, you can remember as much as you can." Ning Chen looked at the little girl beside him and said in a condensed voice.
"Yeah"
Yin'er responded lightly, looking at the young man in front of him, his big eyes rising with a little brilliance, teaching Ning Chen to practice swordsmanship, wouldn't he be very, very powerful?
The sword stand fell to the ground, and the legendary sword was drawn. Azure Sword appeared in the world, and the world felt it. Frost Bloom floated down, and the silver ice and snow world spread. In the eyes of the bewildered, the legend in the sword reappeared in the sword.
The suppressed aura became heavier and heavier, Red Luan Realm King's eyes turned cold, and his figure flashed past, striking preemptively.
The red horse penetrates the air, soft yet strong, and explodes in the void, unable to bear the power of extreme martial arts.
"Keng"
Prince Yan Swings the sword, the sound of the sword is soft, and the hardness and softness are combined with the ice. When the sword moves again, the ice and snow are broken.
The red snowflakes are falling, and the beautiful scenery is so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.
Red Luan Realm King stepped forward, red mist surrounded him, waved his hand gently, the red mist surged, condensed the palm wind, and struck again.
The palm fell, the sword rose, the waves of dust surged, the sword light flashed, cutting through the red mist, and passed by desperately.
Red Luan Realm King turned sideways to avoid the edge of the sword, but saw the sword turning around and following him like a shadow.
The wind of the palm and the light of the sword exchanged, and the silhouettes of the swordsman and the king kept intertwining. The light of the sword was like a thundering giant, the wind of the palm was like a mountain falling, the extreme martial arts clashed, and the sky shook and the earth shook.
The most outstanding sword, Ling Li's only one, every move is ordinary but extremely precise, dancing on the sword is stunning to the world.
It is unfortunate to lose the sword, but fortunate to observe the sword. Only in this life can you learn to pick up the sword.
The mesmerized crowd had no idea how much time had passed since the martial arts battle. The intertwined palms and swords, the swirling red mist and Sword Qi intertwined into a gorgeous music of life and death.
The king is powerful, and the swordsman is even more immeasurable. Everyone is amazed that there is such a sword on the sword.
The setting sun shines in the west, stilling the heaven and the earth. The blood-red sunset glows red all over the western sky. The setting sun that refuses to set is the grace of the sky, borrowing three moments for those who see the sword.
Two figures, one large and one small, stood side by side. The small one was nervous, but the big one was extremely calm.
From the first time I saw him, that invincible style has always been imprinted in my heart, either with trust or reverence. I never thought that my predecessor would lose, not before, not today, not in the future.
It's not unusual for Zhiming to use the word "senior" in his mouth. Most of the time, it's just to be polite, or to get closer to someone for convenience.
Mu Qianshang once joked that seniors who know their fate will die the fastest, followed by their friends.
What Mu Qianshang said may be a bit of a coincidence, but it is also somewhat true. It is not uncommon for seniors to know their fate, but only when facing Great Xia
When it comes to legends, they are sincere and without any scheming.
Next to Zhi Ming, Yin'er's little hands were clenched tightly, nervous because he didn't understand.
"Don't worry, just watch the sword with peace of mind," Ning Chen said softly.
"Oh"
Yin'er raised his head, responded softly, then calmed down a little, and watched the sword carefully.
In the battle, the cyan sword light danced, and the swords were moving in the snow, competing with each other, one move after another, gradually blurring.
No move can be seen, no move can break it, a simple sword, its head dyed a deadly red.
Red Luan Realm King The sword edge of his left arm passed by, vermilion fell, and the battle clothes were dyed again.
The path of a swordsman is to observe the sword, learn the sword, and understand the sword. Only when you see the sword in your life will you know how far away the end of the sword is.
I am new to sword learning. Yin'er How lucky I am to know my destiny and lead the way. Today I meet the only sword. On the road to sword, my experience is far beyond that of people of my age.
Outside the battle, Ink Lord's expression became more and more solemn. It was true that the transformed body was not as good as the original body. However, Red Luan Realm King had already reached the late Transcendent Immortal True Realm cultivation level. In a short period of time, the combat power of the transformed body was not too weak compared to the original body. It was really shocking to be trapped in such a hard battle.
Who is the swordsman in front of me? Why has there never been any rumors about him before?
The setting sun shines on the immortal land, the battle situation is turbulent, and Red Luan Realm King, who has fallen into a passive situation, lets out a deep drink, and the red mist surges out sharply around him.
Invisible red mist spreads out, turning into interlaced swords, penetrating towards the swordsman's body.
Azure Sword cuts through the red mist, the red mist disperses, the advance continues unabated, the invisible overcomes the visible, and strives to reverse the decline.
When Prince Yan saw this, his expression did not change. With a step, the figure retreated. With a wave of his hand, Azure Sword returned to its sheath, and Sand Sword filled the air, rushing into the battle situation.
Intangible versus intangible, extremes merge, the legendary step turns back, the body follows gradually, and once again bullies the body.
With a stabbing sound, the clothes on Red Luan Realm King's right shoulder torn apart, and wisps of sand and dust passed through, like the sharpest sword, bringing out a waterfall of blood.
At this moment, Ink Lord, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, finally made a move, raised his right hand, and the magic reappeared.
The seven-colored rainbow light travels through, with unparalleled momentum, stretching thousands of feet across, suppressing all methods, with world-shattering power, and rushes towards the swordsman in battle.
Pressure hit, Prince Yan frowned slightly, waved his left hand, Crimson Sword unsheathed, slashed with one sword, Sword Essence Qi from all directions gathered, breaking the fairy rainbow.
The battle situation changed instantly, Red Luan Realm King and Ink Lord, both incarnations, chose to join forces to fight against the Legend of the Swordsman.
Below, seeing the two of them entering the battle together, the demon body narrowed its eyes. Although there was no disturbance, it was a bit colder.
"Ning Chen, are you okay?" Yin'er asked with a look of worry on his little face, shaking his arm.
"Quiet, concentrate on watching the sword," Ning Chen scolded.
"Oh"
After being scolded, Yin'er did not dare to be distracted anymore and concentrated on watching the battle.
In the sky, the two powers joined forces, and the swordsman responded with a cold front, reflecting the bloody setting sun.
"Sword sound, Feihong"
Prince Yan slashed Crimson Sword in his hand, the void collapsed, and red sword waves spread out, knocking back the two people who joined forces.
"The king of Hongluan, he is quick to fight. You and I are both incarnations, so it will be disadvantageous to fight for a long time." Ink Lord said in a deep voice.
"Understood"
Red Luan Realm King responded, flipping his left hand, and the thick red mist rose sharply, looking directly into the sky. The extremely terrifying power shook the sky.
On the other side, Ink Lord also channeled the power of Seven-Colored Immortal Art. Suddenly, the heaven and earth were divided into two parts, and the colorful rays of light shone on the world.
Seeing that the two men were coming for extraordinary moves, Prince Yan's right hand Condensing Essence pointed, Azure-Crimson Twin Swords galloped into the sky, the clouds dropped and circled.
"Blue and red breathe together, one breath without any fuss"
The two swords fell, and the cloud disk came to the world, swallowing everything. In an instant, the red mist and colorful glow disappeared, and everything was swallowed up by the cloud disk.
With a muffled groan, the two of them took a few steps back together, a little bit of blood dripping down, and the transformed body was hit hard again.
The clouds cleared, and a trace of blood silently dripped from the corner of Prince Yan's mouth. It was the first time since the war that he saw red.
The sword has endless intentions, but the physical body becomes a constraint. Faced with the siege of the two most powerful men in the world, the only flaw is finally revealed.
Alarmed by the flaw in the former's skill, Ink Lord and Red Luan Realm King Shen Yuan gathered his energy and concentrated on one move after another, ending the legend of the swordsman.
The red mist filled the sky, the colorful sun penetrated, and the earth-shattering power exceeded the limits of the world. Western Immortal Realm, which was already riddled with holes, immediately fell to the edge of collapse. The mountains were destroyed, the earth was destroyed, and everything fell.
The scene of doomsday shocked everyone present. The power of the scene was indescribable.
Above the void, Prince Yan stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the two people, waved his right hand, and with the sword, the criss-crossing chains were untied and disappeared invisible.
"Since you are here for this sword, how can I not let you see the power of the fairy sword?"
As soon as the words fell, green, red, and Sand Sword coiled out at the same time, and the sword breath vibrated, echoing the spirit in the sword.
The sound of the sword resounded throughout the world. The fairy sword felt it and responded to the sound of the sword. The next moment, the fairy sword soared into the sky, Sword Qi rumbled, and the sun and the moon changed.
"The four swords moved the world, and the heaven and the earth fell together."
Prince Yan The four swords were converging and turning, and the endless sword pressure swept thousands of miles. Immediately, the color of the world changed, and the wind and cloud became crazy.
A moment later, a terrifying collision sounded. The red mist and colorful rays of light were instantly annihilated. The double strength incarnated. At the same time, with a muffled hum, they turned into star points and dissipated between the sky and the earth.
In the fairy world, after a series of fierce battles, at this moment it was finally difficult to bear the power of destruction. Pieces of land collapsed one after another, and above the nine heavens, the void collapsed and turned into nothingness.
The real doomsday, thousands of miles, thousands of miles, ravines continue to spread, the earth is torn apart, and destruction is imminent.
The battle situation was rumbling and shaking, and four swords flew down and returned to their sheaths one after another. The last sword, mottled with ancient meanings, neither gold nor jade, sank into the sword frame with a clang.
Tsing Yi fell down, his face unchanged, he waved his hand, put away his sword, and walked forward.
The shocked crowd subconsciously stepped back, not daring to block the road for even a moment.
"After leaving the fairy world, look for Sword Intent to come see me."
For a moment, Prince Yan calmly said something and left immediately.
The voice that no one heard, not even Yin'er, the legend left without stopping even a step from beginning to end.
Ning Chen nodded silently and agreed.
On the horizon, the completely destroyed Immortal Palace fell intensified, and the halls smashed onto the ground. The waves of dust and sand rolled thousands of feet, which was terrifying and abnormal.
The five sons of Momen, Red Luan Princess, the woman in white and others recovered from the shock and quickly avoided the collapsing world.
Next to Ning Chen, Yin'er was swaying back and forth, unsteady due to the shaking earth.
"Ning Chen, this place is going to be destroyed, let's leave quickly," Yin'er said with panic on his little face.
"Yeah"
Ning Chen nodded slightly and looked at the five Momen not far away. A little light flashed. This time, Momen suffered heavy losses and gained nothing. Even the incarnation of Ink Lord died here.
Unexpectedly, a fairy sword would lead to so many terrifying strong men. Is the king of Hongluan the source of the changes in Phoenix Body?
(ps: It's too late today and I can't bear it any longer. I'll take some time in the next two days and give you more updates)
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