The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Thousands of miles away, Tianjian Mountain.

The elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect gathered together on the mountain peak as cold as a knife, and stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the dark thunderclouds in the distance.

Although the people present were only the elders of the Sword Sect in terms of title, each of them was a great master of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the past, and all of them were sword masters above the Nascent Soul Stage.

Each of them has extraordinary combat power, and carrying a heavenly sword has the power to transform into a god.

In fact, Shenzhou does not lack the combat power of transforming gods, what is lacking is the top transforming gods, orthodox practitioners and those who have attained the Tao in ancient times.

The elders of Jianzong did have the combat power of transforming gods in their previous lives, but they were seldom genuine practitioners, and more of them relied on external force or sword intent.

It doesn't matter whether Fang was a Taoist in his previous life, the power of transforming gods is rare. But if it's the first opening today, it's not that those who enter the Tao can't even be ranked.

They must observe the Transcending Tribulation of the Master of the Netherworld because of emotion and reason, maybe they can gain insights from it and enter the Tao to transform into a god.

At this moment, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

A familiar yet unfamiliar sword intent diffused from Heavenly Tribulation.

The most fierce, strongest, and most killing sword intent.

The way of the sword is almost crazy, this is not the way of the sword, but the way of killing.

Even they were terrified.

"Elder He, is this you?"

Some people cast their eyes on a smiling young man, and so did the others.

Like, so much like.

Or rather like the last generation of Jianzong.

He Kun shook his head and said: "How could it be me, I am so kind, how can I have such a strong murderous intent."

I will believe you who crawled out of some magic lair.

Everyone complained in their hearts.

The sword cultivator is naturally more competitive, and they have had many contacts with each other, so they are very clear about the murderous intent behind He Kun's smiling face, such a demon cultivator will stop at nothing.

It's normal for sword practitioners to have a stronger murderous spirit, but He Kun and those last disciples of the sword sect are more like killing gods than the other.

It's as if they haven't stopped to cultivate themselves.

"The Last Swordsman" does not seem to have it.

"Let Junior Sister see if you don't know."

He Kun already had some guesses in his heart, but he was still a little uncertain.

After all, the Absolute Sword technique has existed since ancient times, but because of the times, they pushed this sword technique to its peak.

And they can't see through the catastrophe with their cultivation base.

Everyone turned their eyes to the front again, and a beautiful figure like snow was sitting cross-legged under the green pine.

Facing such a mighty catastrophe, except for opening his eyes and taking a glance at the beginning, he never cast his gaze again.

Whether it is this concentration or this indifference, they are amazed.

After all, who doesn't yearn for the end of the road?

Dong Yunshu probably already knew his peak, so he never cared about how others went.

"Junior Sister."

He Kun called out, but Dong Yunshu didn't respond, and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

"Can you take a look?"

"cannot."

A cold voice rose from the bottom of He Kun's heart. Although his attitude was extremely bad, being able to respond was considered a great deal of intimacy.

The others, Dong Yunshu, didn't answer.

He Kun was very curious, did his junior sister look like this when she was with Li Changsheng?

If it's those two people, it's really a latrine and a stinky stone, smelly and hard.

He added: "Maybe with Li..."

"It's Brother Li."

As soon as Li Zi uttered He Kun, he got a response, which was much more positive than before, which made him very uncomfortable.

It's really the water poured out by the married junior sister!

Dong Yunshu looked into the distance with a pair of cold starry eyes, and his face was a little more emotional, which aroused the curiosity of others even more.

"Sovereign, who is that sword intent?"

"It's Brother Li."

Dong Yunshu answered seriously, then changed his indifference just now, and looked at Tianjie with great interest.

Brother Li seldom uses the sword, it seems that other than the thunder method, other supernatural powers and spells are for him to learn out of interest.

Even Dong Yunshu had never really seen Li Yi kill with a sword.

She was curious about Li Yi's sword? After a while, you can discuss swords.

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Among Tianchi.

The moment Yuan closed his eyes, he wanted not to look at that plain face when he opened them.

open your eyes.

The man in white had a cold face, and there was no peace in his eyes, only endless killing intent.

It coincides with Li Yi's appearance in memory, and it is obvious that the two looks have nothing to do with each other. The only thing in common is probably the relatively ordinary and correct facial features. But this kind of similarity is casually grabbed a lot on the street, which belongs to the face of the public.

The atmosphere is very different.

Li Changsheng is as calm and powerful as the spring breeze, and everything that the spring breeze passes by revives. The white-clothed man in front of him is like a sword, a peerless sword with sharp sharpness.

Great swordsmanship, and a very top swordsmanship.

But this kind of temperament and Li Changsheng are two extremes.

It shouldn't be him...

Bar?

Yuan comforted himself inwardly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Zheng!

A cold light came out from the sky and the earth, and the murderous aura was like the sun.

The ten thousand zhang sword light hangs down, and countless soil and rock formations are split into two like butter meeting hot knives, as if to cut off the entire mountain range.

The method of practice has developed at least tens of millions. Compared with technology, the biggest difference is not the destructive power, but the control of energy.

At present, many aspects of human scientific and technological weapons are still at the level of powerful flying bricks, and the method of practice has developed to the point where a wooden pole can lift a planet.

There is no waste in the sword light, the width of the place where it is cut does not exceed one centimeter, and the total area of ​​the sword light is only 100 square meters.

Yuan didn't dare to be as careless as before, and the spells in his hands were constantly changing. He was walking a certain pace, and the Wangchuan River flowed past his feet.

A faint yellow cloth belt appeared in the clear Tianchi, running through the entire Tianchi, in which thousands of obsessions were mixed, as if there were countless hands sticking out of the water.

Under the rubbing of Huang Quan, the obsessions in the Wangchuan River converged into pairs of giant hands, rising thousands of feet high.

Countless hands of the underworld propped up the sword light, both of which are invisible, and when they collide together they can become tangible.

The Hand of the Underworld is not a traditional supernatural spell, it does not rely on mana, but is formed by the gathering of turbid air from the world, and the attack method is more like pollution and erosion.

Jianguang began to twist and deform, and finally cracked inch by inch.

In this way, Yuan only spent less than one-thousandth of his mana to offset the catastrophe equivalent to one-tenth of his own mana.

Raising his hand and waving the hands of thousands of yellow springs, they immediately blocked the airspace in all directions of the phantom in white clothes.

Zheng!

The phantom in white swung his sword again, the sword light was cold and murderous!

Huang Quan and Sword Intent collided together, causing the surrounding void to be distorted, and the violent wind caused by the turbulent flow overwhelmed one forest after another.

The blue and yellow colors of heaven and earth were divided into two, and the sword light kept pressing down, and Huangquan was like a bottomless quagmire, swallowing tens of thousands of sword lights.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought thousands of times, and hundreds of afterimages appeared in one breath.

It seems that it is not two people fighting, but two sects fighting.

Baiyi Xuying's sword is extremely sharp and strong, a sword that kills Tao through and through. At the same time, because of the Heavenly Tribulation, he didn't care about his own consumption at all, and made every shot with all his strength.

Yuan was crushed and beaten from the beginning to the end.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Yuan has the upper hand, and most of the tribulations have been passively endured throughout the ages. Compared with head-to-head with the catastrophe, most of the catastrophes tend to consume.

It's like in a martial arts fight, it's not about the harder you use the easier it is to win, but who will last longer.

Any competition between powerful beings will always be about who will fall first. This is true of wars between countries, and so is the fighting between monks and powerful monks.

The phantom in white once again swung his sword with all his might.

Lie Lie's sword light pierced the sky and fell.

Zheng! ! !

"Big but not real."

The light in Yuan's eyes fell, and the true meaning of reincarnation appeared behind him, forming a complicated and mysterious roulette.

The roulette of life and death circulates, establishing the six realms of the next life.

hum!

Pointing at the sky, the world is silent.

The sword light dissipated, a gust of wind blew, and the chest of the man in white had been pierced at some point, from which one can see the seventh heavenly catastrophe.

So the sixth heavenly calamity is scattered.

"It should be some kind of heart demon robbery."

Yuan secretly said.

Heart Demon Tribulation is a common calamity in Heavenly Tribulation, and it is extremely lethal to those who are not firm enough in Dao Xin.

It has an influence on Yuan, but it is only limited to making him nervous.

A demon is a demon, the essence has not changed, the advantage lies with me!

With this in mind, Yuan's brows stretched out again, and the next second his brows frowned again.

The man in white didn't disappear, and the disappearing figure also stopped.

Suddenly he looked up at the seventh heavenly catastrophe in the sky, and there seemed to be something brewing in his eyes.

Holding the sword in the right hand, the tip of the sword is pointing directly at the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.

There was a change from the seventh heavenly tribulation, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the dark clouds, and a vague figure gradually appeared.

The facial features are blurred, and the long beard can be seen vaguely, the off-white Taoist robe, and the dust whisk in his hand.

Yuan suddenly had a bad premonition, and in the next second, he shot with all his strength without hesitation, and hundreds of hands of the underworld grabbed it with overwhelming momentum.

Wherever he went, evil thoughts abounded.

hum!

Daoist Xuying waved the fly whisk, and Huang Quan's hand was imprisoned in the air. Then he waved again, and the seventh man burrowed into the remaining phantom in white clothes from the heavenly calamity.

And he disappeared, as if he had never existed.

The phantom in white trembled slightly, the originally slightly illusory body became more real, and the eyes filled with murderous aura became more calm.

One point of agility, and a ray of thunder.

Zila!

Subtle thunder flashed, and the hair-thin thunder wrapped around the ancient sword. Compared to the sky thunder that was as thick as a bucket, this thunder light was too small.

Ke Yuan only felt a chill go straight to his forehead.

Zheng!

The sword light spread out the dark clouds, and a white-clothed sword fairy stood in the air with a sword in his hand. His majesty swept across the world, and his sword pointed at the world.

"Ordinary people are powerless, incapable of entering the Tao, I am the master of the Heavenly Sword, and I ask if there is any opponent in the world?"

He didn't target Yuan, even if he was a calamity, and the other party was the one who should be calamity.

Arrogant to the extreme, but also like a real person.

The powerhouses who cast their gazes from all directions were stunned when they saw the sword fairy in white. They were too familiar with that face.

Yuan Yuan slowly spat out a modern vocabulary.

"Grass."

Due to the age and their own reasons, not all reincarnated people speak in a polite manner. In the ancient times, many exchanges that existed were even more vernacular than vernacular, and they used their spiritual consciousness to convey their own consciousness more directly.

So for the etiquette of the human race, they are more out of a kind of learning.

Because of someone, Yuan has the interest and reason to take the initiative to understand one of the birds and beasts of human beings. Naturally, it is inevitable to come into contact with the complicated Internet and learn a lot of vocabulary.

If he wants to be able to integrate perfectly into human society, and learn all the common sense needed for daily life in a few seconds, he can study for a degree in a day.

For Yuan, currently there is only one plant that can describe his mood.

If this ray of thunder did not appear, Yuan would have ten thousand reasons to comfort himself. Maybe this figure is actually a kind of inner demon, reflecting the person he least wants to see.

That is Li Changsheng.

At least so far, Li Changsheng is the most powerful existence Yuan has ever seen. The opponent's kind appearance and his own fighting skills are two extremes. Although he has never been beaten, he has seen many people being beaten by Li Changsheng.

Is it going to "come true" today?

call.

The lightsaber fell slowly, seemingly slowly.

It was not as fierce as before, and it was as slow as the Tai Chi sword played by the uncles and aunts in the square.

Yuan Yuan only felt an unparalleled sense of crisis welling up in his heart. As expected of a top achiever, he almost instinctively exerted all his strength, and coincidentally blocked the light sword energy.

The roulette of life and death appeared again, blessed by the power of the ancient city of Huangquan.

when!

The two collided together, like one sound, but also like thousands of sounds together.

Yuan Yuan's arms were numb, a strand of hair was cut off, and the mana surging like a torrent in his body stopped a little at this moment.

Heavy! This sword is like a mountain.

cold! This sword makes people stay in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

The last is Jue, the Jue who puts death in the future, the Jue without reservation.

If phantom in white was purely murderous before, he was more like a butcher than a swordsman, unscrupulously venting his fierceness without skill. At this moment, he is a swordsman, a sword that kills Dao.

This sword is unstoppable!

With this in mind, Yuan has already considered changing his strategy and retreating back into the dojo.

But the sword fairy in white has a bit of spirituality, as if he was the Taoist who was killed in the troubled times.

Li Changsheng didn't like to fight, but if he killed many people, he would be invincible.

I only heard bursts of sonic booms coming from the void, and a pair of icy and piercing eyes suddenly appeared in front of me in a trance.

Raising the ancient iron sword high, the light of thunder flickered above it.

A sword fell, murderous aura intertwined with lightning, extremely fast, extremely fierce, unavoidable!

Yuan took half a step back when he was about to strike, and hundreds of body protection methods were formed in an instant, and the power of the underworld enveloped his body like ink.

A sword slashed on the body protection method, and there was a crisp impact immediately. Before the lingering sound disappeared, thousands of crashing sounds suddenly appeared like thunder and lightning, or like iron trees and pear blossoms.

This is not an illusion, but thousands of slashes fell at the same time, and each time they slashed precisely in one place.

This made Yuan feel pressured.

Li Changsheng's sword was not simply heavy, but heavy and nimble, as if a dagger was swung by a hammer weighing hundreds of catties.

This is a symbol of the pinnacle of kendo, with infinite changes.

All kinds of swordsmanship dissolves into instinct, and there are tens of thousands of sword moves in just a light swing, but if you want to see the moves, it will turn into a simple and unpretentious slash.

The most deadly thing is that Li Changsheng's sword moves are integrated with his own lightning method, which further strengthens the meaning of fast and heavy.

This seems to be not swinging a sword, but using thunder.

boom!

After two breaths, the body protection method collapsed.

With a muffled sound from Yuan, the white-clothed sword fairy stepped out of his body and pointed directly at the door after the body protection method disappeared.

Seeing that it was useless to resist, Yuan's eyes flashed fiercely.

When it breaks, it breaks!

The sharp sword pierced Yuan's chest, and then penetrated directly through his body without any hindrance, and the cold radiant sword tip exposed his back.

And Yuan also grabbed the opponent's face, and with the intention of reincarnation in his palm, a dazzling white light flew out.

Boom!

The body of the sword fairy in white shattered most of it in an instant, and at the same time flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, crashing into the mountainside in front, and the violent impact caused a large avalanche.

Yuan did not choose to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, but hastily adjusted his breath. The blow just now was very costly for him, let alone when he was injured.

And he still has two catastrophes to overcome.

"careful."

Suddenly a familiar voice came into his ears.

A sense of crisis hit, Yuan turned sideways relying on his almost predictive intuition, he saw an ancient sword brushing past his face.

Almost chipped off his nose.

The white-clothed sword fairy stepped out of the air, half of his body was crippled, but the fierce light in his eyes was not at all inferior, and even faintly surpassed.

Is this a shadow? ! Then how fierce he was back then!

Yuan has already scolded his father and mother in his heart.

Once again, he can also fight well, after all, this is only the 3,000-year-old Li Changsheng. But this phantom is not the only one in the catastrophe. If you consume too much here, you won't be able to get through it later.