The First Cause of All Realms

Three-pointed two-edged knife...

Yang Jue stopped and looked, his eyes narrowed slightly.

However, he saw that his appearance was handsome and majestic, his body was slender and powerful, and his eyes were both spiritual and gloomy.

The men and women he has seen in his life, only in terms of body and appearance, perhaps only his elder brothers can compare.

But compared to the immatureness of his elder brother, this one is still superior, like a sharp edge that has been tempered and put back into its sheath.

rustling~

Inside the temple gate, the black robe has poured himself into sharpening the knife for many years, without the slightest breath leaking out, and it seems that he doesn't know who is coming inside.

'Before the Judiciary God became enlightened...,

Yang Jue's eyes were dim.

Just looking at it from a distance, he felt a slight chill all over his body, as if there was an invisible sharp energy reaching his soul.

The moment his mind connected with the catalog of ten thousand immortals, he had already seen the golden list of luck in the bright yellow light.

It came out of the sheath quietly for half a foot, and after a while, there seemed to be a shallow breathing overlapping with Yang Ji's long breathing.

Looking at the first place on the gold list, Gu Shentong really didn't know how to describe his mood.

In other words, he is sure to bear this knife for life, even if he becomes a hundred thousand, he is afraid that he will be wiped out by the knife!

Inside the temple gate, Hei Yi quietly sharpened his knife for many years, completely forgetting about him. Outside the temple gate, Yang Jue stood with a knife, concentrating on watching.

"suck!"

"This knife..."

Just thinking about it, Gu Shentong couldn't help but shudder.

boom!

"In the past thirty years, you have entered and exited this place three hundred and thirteen times, and each time is different. Every time you enter,

This is…

Not long after he fell asleep, there seemed to be the sound of a knife, and the two-edged knife kept trembling and whistling softly.

Another year has passed, and the Juyun Golden Pagoda has not yet opened, but he can only wait, because at this moment, even if he wants to be promoted to Siyao, he will not succeed.

"Sleep too, sleep too!"

The next moment, the knife light disappeared.

"Wait! Wait!"

Without thinking about it, Yang Ju has already triggered all kinds of changes in the fourth and fourth profound arts with his ever-changing body.

A giant black-tusk elephant shrouded in lightning stomped its feet and hissed long, but it was still cut open with a single blow and turned into powder.

"Sharpening, cultivating, and refining the knife, if things go on like this, the knife can transform, and even become psychic."

laugh! After that turmoil, almost all the masters of Wanshi Tianzong were haunted by evil spirits. If he breaks through here...

boom!

Under this mirror-like blade, extremely complicated divine patterns are intertwined and circulated, and new patterns are constantly derived to replace the old ones.

He escaped successfully again.

"Knife II, the blood-melting sword!"

This knife seemed to come from the end of the cold and lonely world, rumbling like thunder, piercing through the lonely darkness and exploding the haze of chaos.

In an instant, Buddha's light rose into the sky like a tide.

"You have obtained the magic of the four or four profound arts, good, good, good!"

"Day by day, month by month. Today is better than yesterday, tomorrow is better than today, the sword is like a man, if you don't advance, you will retreat."

The Taoist in black also praised it, and pointed at the blade again, and the **** light billowed up, cutting straight into the void somewhere:

With a stagger, Yang Ju fell down and sat down, suppressing his desire to fight back with his sword and avoid with his strong will.

But with a single slash, not to mention his four or four profound arts, his ever-changing body was also shattered.

It was also because of this that he truly felt the horror of his sword skills.

Although it's good to follow suit, you're not qualified to pass on my sword..."

Woo~

"As expected of the number one God of War in the ancient Heavenly Court, the number one person in the four poles..."

The old ape in the deep valley of Peach Mountain scratched the corner of his eyes, Yang Daoren in the small town looked up, and saw the hob shining like a waterfall, splitting the illusion.

Yang Ju pressed the center of his brows, his eyes closed tightly, as if he opened them, that terrifying knife light was about to descend again:

hold head high!

"Looked ten

One day, what did you see? "

"I don't have ten knives here, you can take as much as you can..."

The black-robed boy in the illusion hadn't even achieved the four poles, and he was far from the first four-pole war **** who later became famous all over the world.

And what is more terrifying than this is his progress!

More importantly, there is no killing intent in the light of this knife, it is just the knife taught

If you really see the tenth knife that is likely to integrate the essence of the four swords into one, I'm afraid...

puff!

"He's still ten..."

Gu Shentong's complexion was very bad.

But the knife-sharpening technique of this black-robed boy is obviously not trivial.

"After I digest the mysteries of these four swords, maybe there is still a chance to try the tenth sword..."

"Metamorphosis."

That is by no means sharpening a knife in the ordinary sense, but an extremely clever method of raising and refining a knife.

But even within a ten-thousandth of a second, Yang Jue had come to his senses, but he did not advance or retreat, and even held down the violently turbulent double-edged knife.

The black robe in front of him has been in Jiuyao for many years, but it brought him a terrifying oppression no less than that of the Lion King!

"Dao One, Four Thunders Absolute Sword!"

Yang Jue was mentally and mentally exhausted. The eleven days of refining were more tiring than his thirty years of retreat.

At first, he only saw the one sharpening the knife quietly, but as time passed and his spirit gathered, he gradually saw something unusual.

He couldn't imagine how a master of ten capitals could be so tyrannical to such an unimaginable level!

The light of the knife cuts down, and the illusion is shattered.

Zheng~!

What he did here was to inherit the three-pointed double-edged sword, not to challenge anyone.

"The fourth cut!"

Surrounded by brilliant thunder, a giant elephant gallops from nothingness, and a very sacred and majestic Buddha sits on the back of the giant elephant, holding his seal.

One year ago, when he left the customs, he had already reached the fourteenth place on the Yuandi list, and now, one year later...

"puff!"

"What a supernatural power!"

"Zheng!"

At the moment when he glimpsed the shadow of the sword, within Yang Ju's perception, there was nothing other than the light of the sword.

The magic weapon is not enough to be refined, it needs a very long time of nurturing and sacrificial training, so that it can exert its due power and grow.

At the last moment, he transformed himself into the Dharma image of the Great Sun Tathagata, and his thinking rose to a height far beyond his current state.

Even if it is a four-yao body, even if it is a teaching knife, he has forced out all his means. But the mystery contained in the light of the knife has reached an unbelievable level.

A cold voice came from the void in the back mountain of the Great Sun Golden Palace.

The killing method of this young man in front of him is so outrageous, so far, the only person he has seen is comparable to that devil boy.

Gu Shentong's face was dull, he searched for a place at random, and retreated again.

"Unfortunately, just a little bit, you can see the tenth knife..."

The strength of these four knives almost captured his mind, for a moment, he even felt that he should practice some other supernatural martial arts, before he could master these four knives, he could run amok in the heavens.

In a certain courtyard, the ancient supernatural power quietly appeared, with a very ugly expression on his face.

"Knife four, three-pointed and two-edged knife!"

At this moment, he stopped his thoughts of splitting into separate parts, and ignored the pain of his soul being torn apart. He concentrated again and digested the four knives he had received.

Hoo hoo!

At a certain moment, there seemed to be a knife clanging and trembling, and Yang Jue instantly withdrew from the mysterious state. Inside the temple gate, the black-robed boy raised his eyebrows:

In the dark room, Yang Qiu sat quietly for a long time before looking back at the sea of ​​mind.

Therefore, even though the light of the knife fell like thunder, he still stood still, allowing the light of the knife to come with severe pain.

"puff!"

"Yuan Emperor Eleven!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Qiu forced himself not to think about taking

Twelve's brilliant sword, and the slight anxiety in his heart, seemed to be cut off at the same time.

It seems that it has not exceeded the supernatural powers in his cognition, outside the scope of great supernatural powers.

"Troublesome..."

In addition to being amazed, Yang Yu couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

The void oscillated, and Yang Jue staggered out, intense pain filled his mind, but his eyes were still more tenacious:

In a daze, Yang Jue felt that the light of the saber was like thunder, as if the **** of thunder from the four days long ago blasted down the thunder of the **** of creation.

huh~

hum!

The cold wind howled in the mountains, and it seemed that there were pieces of snow falling, and a layer of hoarfrost soon covered the mountain city.

The young man in black sat cross-legged, with a knife across his knees:

After a long, long time, I just let out a mouthful of turbid air, the ups and downs of my chest slowed down, and my mood calmed down.

More than a year after the Lion King's attack, the Wanshi Mountains have almost become a forbidden area, and it is almost impossible to enter and exit.

Yang Ju subconsciously pressed the center of his eyebrows, his expression was exhausted, and he couldn't hide his amazement.

"He's a bit too tyrannical."

"call!"

Instead, he mentioned the three-pointed two-edged knife:

Inside the room, Yang Jue spat out a big mouthful of blood, and the blood fell to the ground and instantly turned into countless light spots and scattered in the void.

Sitian Shatong sat cross-legged in the Wanfa Building, holding a book of martial arts cheats that he had acquired decades ago, his eyes shone with terror.

In the misty light like smoke, the young man in black robe stood with his sword in his hand, and disappeared after a long, long time.

Every time the blade was wiped for many years, the three-pointed two-edged knife made a slight and pleasant trembling sound.

Yang Ju felt a little regretful, but it was only a little bit.

"Open the way before the catastrophe..."

Yang Ju pressed the center of his eyebrows again, and gave a sigh of admiration, and then his body and clothes were completely destroyed, blown away like ashes by the wind.

Yang Jue calmed down and was a little amazed: so much so that he didn't even bother to check the refining ingredients this time, and fell asleep instead.

Including Dainichi Tathagata, who was a bit taboo after he performed it for the first time.

"What a mouthful of Four Thunder Swords!"

The roar shook the sky, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's dazzling knife light even passed from outside the temple to the entire illusion.

Compared with the knife in Zhoujue Yintian Palace, this knife is very immature, and all the supernatural powers and true shapes in it have not yet been integrated into one.

Although the ingredients of the three-pointed and two-edged knife disappeared, the recipes transformed by Zhou Jue Yintian Palace are still there.

At this moment, Yang Qiu has no reservations.

The cauldron of gluttony was dark, and all the ingredients lost their light, and the three-pointed and double-edged knife ingredients were completely dimmed.

While the black-robed boy was talking, he pointed at the knife, and immediately the sound of the knife shot up into the sky, filling the void and occupying everything:

"Is this really the sword technique that he developed when he was shining?!"

Inside the temple gate, the young man in black finally stood up. This time, he did not flick his saber again. His four sabers were extremely mysterious. In them, he felt birth and death, yin and yang, good fortune, light and darkness, catastrophe, Cause and effect, killing, order.