A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Swamp Demon City.

The sky was filled with dark clouds and lightning. Hundreds of thousands of Hundred Domains’ Tianjiao were looming in the dark clouds and thunder. Among them were many subdued Lianxu. The military formation was overwhelming.

However, they were not warriors.

The real warrior was the suave swordsman in the Thunder Palace.

They were just servants who followed them around. The pride in their hearts had been completely lost and completely broken.

In the Swamp Demon City, there were millions of cultivators, most of whom were sword cultivators. They were waiting here quietly, not daring to make any sound. They were very well-behaved, without any of the madness and bloodthirstiness that were common among sword cultivators. They were in order.

"Very boring."

"In front of the inherited sword cultivator, a cultivator in the early stage of Lianxu really didn't make people interested, even if he secretly hid his strength and was related to the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan."

Guanglei Tianjun was not interested.

His sword heart could not be disturbed by such an opponent. It was a completely meaningless battle.

"Little Guanglei, my ally Xianqi Sect and I are looking for them."

"We have found several suspected existences."

The chubby old man said: "The customs of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm advocate a simple practice style, do not like pomp and circumstance, and emphasize one person and one sword... Although their practice is not necessarily simple, the amount of natural materials and treasures consumed every day is huge and extremely luxurious."

"However, this makes it more difficult for us to lock their whereabouts."

"If they have the same thoughts as you, the same boring and uninteresting, then..."

He suddenly thought of something.

At this moment, Guanglei Tianjun suddenly looked in one direction.

At this moment, in the green palace in the center of the Swamp Demon City, an old man with gray-green hair tore off his disguise, revealing a young man in green clothes.

The two looked at the horizon at the same time.

There, a young man with a simple and honest appearance and a woman with a red mole on the forehead appeared here. The two of them were sensed by the aura and also looked at Guanglei Tianjun who was surrounded by countless thunders in the sky.

And,

The blue-clothed boy in the swamp demon city!

"A sudden inspiration!"

"This is our sudden inspiration..."

The red flame wheel in the eyes of Zhenhuo Tianjun was spinning, looking at Guanglei Tianjun, and then at the blue-clothed boy in the swamp demon city.

"Is this the breath of the sword cultivator of the Sun lineage of the sect?"

"No, it's not!"

"This is definitely not!"

"But he does have the breath of the sword cultivator of the Sun lineage! What about his Taiyin female cultivator?"

"Why don't I feel a trace of Taiyin breath, not the kind that the Taiyin female cultivator is not around, but his mana, his consciousness, his sword intent... everything, there is no trace of Taiyin breath."

"Why is this?!"

"This is..."

All kinds of thoughts fluctuated in Zhenhuo Tianjun's mind, and then a name appeared in his mind at the same time as Xuanshui Tianjun's mind.

"Taboo!"

"The Sun Sword Cultivator who personally slaughtered his own Taiyin Sword Son!"

The murderous intent of Xuanshui Tianjun was overflowing.

...

"Taboo Sun Sword Cultivator!"

"This ant, he is looking for death!"

In the sky, there was a loud rumble, countless dark clouds gathered, and then turned into countless ice and snow, the web of the rules of the heaven and earth was frozen, and the killing intent rushed straight to the sky.

"Die!"

Boom!

A beam of black ice sword light was thrown out from the endless Taiyin Heavenly Dao Law Net, turning into a divine sword, killing the blue-clothed boy in the swamp demon city. The terrifying pressure of the Hedao level filled the four directions and suppressed all the anomalies.

The strong man who inherited the Taiyin lineage took action!

As a Hedao strongman, she actually chose to interfere with the sacred sword cultivator duel at the beginning, not because of the death of the Great Yin and Yang Sword Realm inheritance sword cultivator, but because of the taboo of rebellion and bullying the weak.

"Inherit the Taiyin lineage..."

Jiang Ding raised his head and looked at the ice sword in the Heavenly Dao Law Net in the sky.

"Sure enough, Xiyuan is right."

"The cultivators who inherited the Taiyin lineage are all a bunch of crazy women..."

His eyes were cold.

He didn't seem to be afraid, even though this was the Hedao of the upper realm immortal sect, theoretically stronger than many Hedao of the same level.

"Stop!"

"In the sacred sword fight, no one is allowed to interfere!"

A deep male voice came from the sky, and then a flying sword as hot as light slashed down, carrying the same breath as the ice sword, and personally cut off the ice sword.

The two heavenly law nets of Taiyin and Sun intertwined and annihilated each other accurately, without any attack aftermath spreading and causing any damage to the outside world, as if the front and back sides of a coin were the same in all aspects.

"Xuan Yang!"

"You are looking for death!"

"Looking for death!"

The female voice in the sky was going crazy: "This is the forbidden inheritance of the Sun Sword Cultivator! Are you blind? Ah! Are you blind?"

"His body and his magic power carry the thick resentment and curse of the Taiyin Sword Son, which has not dissipated after hundreds of thousands of years!"

"In the distant past, his ancestors violated the sacred Taiyin Sun Covenant, slaughtered my Taiyin lineage with their own hands, and killed their own Taiyin Sword Son with their own hands!"

"Such a person!"

"Such a beast, you dare to protect him?!!"

The thick resentment and violent murderous intent covered the sky and the sun, and enveloped the universe. Even if they were to fight to the death and chased to the ends of the earth, they would never give up and never compromise.

This astonishing hatred and murderous intention shocked both the Immortal Weapon Sect and the Hedao Divine Lord of the Leiyang Heavenly Sword Realm.

"Xuan Yang!"

The female voice in the heavenly law net shouted: "Are you also going to betray the lunar and sun covenant? You and I have been cultivating Taoism for tens of thousands of years and have known each other. Are all these past experiences false?"

"Are these things all your disguise in the past?"

"You men really don't have a good thing!"

"Not so."

"I have never wanted to violate the lunar-solar covenant. This is the foundation of my path. I have never regretted my encounter with you."

The deep male voice said solemnly: "However!"

"The sacred glorious sword fight cannot be destroyed!"

"I am a sword cultivator!"

"Sword cultivators are afraid of fighting at the same level. This is absolutely impossible. When the glory sword fight starts, we will never allow any outside force to interfere. This is the foundation of our sect. Xuanyin, please don't It destroys.”

"If you are in another place, you are free to do whatever you want, but don't do this when the glory sword fight has already begun."

"Can you understand this?"

"Hahaha, this is just an excuse for your Sun lineage, you are just..."

The sounds in the sky gradually became fainter.

This is not because the debate has ended, but because it has been obscured by magical means and it is unwilling to be known by many monks.

Keng!

Jiang Ding ignored the argument between the two men, drew his sword, stood up, and walked slowly towards the inherited sword cultivators of the two major immortal sects.

"Two fellow Taoists,"

"My name is Jiang Dingzi, and I am the contemporary Da Ri Sword Master of Da Ri Sword Pavilion."

Jiang Ding came to the two of them, stared at them, and said slowly: "Today, I would like to ask two Taoist friends to lend me their heads to have a look at it, so as to make the beauty of swordsmanship in the world."

"I hope you two fellow Taoists will never be stingy."