The First Sword of the Earth

three hundred years...

Growing up?

This Wenqu Xingjun really doesn't regard him as a human being, but just treats him as a ruthless breakthrough machine, right?

After practicing with his senior sister, Wang Shengfei flew to the top of the Immortal Palace, thinking about how to quickly improve his current state.

Kill God.

The name given to this strategy by Mr. Wen Qu Xing actually has several different meanings, and it also has several different goals that need to be achieved.

The first layer is to cut off the word Holy Spirit that was deified in ancient times;

The second level is that Wang Sheng must behead a Taiyi Golden Immortal in full view, preferably a well-known master among the great forces in the Immortal Saint Realm, in order to achieve sufficient impact...

But no matter what, the most important thing is to make all the forces and powers in the fairy world believe that Wang Sheng has really fallen, and the Holy Spirit has really disappeared.

If this news is spread directly, no one will believe it;

And if Wang Sheng was simple, and under the support of Wang Shan and others, he performed a feigned death, few people would really believe it.

These powerful and supernatural beings are more like a thief than a thief.

None of the Da Neng who can live up to this time is a fuel-efficient lamp.

Wang Sheng must make this scene real and real, even if he pays some price and takes some risks for this, as long as he survives in the end and the fairy world no longer pays attention to him, this is the best result.

How to implement this plan, how to implement it in several steps, how to use manpower and material resources, Xu Zhongliang has already made arrangements, and the task assigned to Wang Sheng is to practice.

Emperor Qinghua will leave soon. This emperor has the way of death, and he can come and go calmly even if he is besieged by all the great powers. It is very suitable for him to draw part of the attention of the fairy world.

As for the reserves of the Little Immortal Realm, they decided not to embezzle them for the time being, and save them for use when there is a real incident.

"Longevity..."

Looking at the sword in his hand, Wang Sheng got up and performed a set of Pure Yang Sword Song. The pure Yang immortal power in his body circulated rapidly, and his cultivation was also enhanced.

But the increase is really too slow.

Half a day later, Wang Sheng got tired of practicing sword, so he stood quietly holding the sword.

The senior sister also meditated in the hall to restore the cultivation base that was lost due to helping the gods in the heaven; it is difficult to make up for this loss based on the skills of fellow practitioners alone.

Harmony of yin and yang, the principle of heaven and earth.

Wang Sheng stood there silently, trying to see if he could realize a few times...

But soon, I couldn't help smiling.

Epiphany is such an opportunity that you can come across but not seek it. It is not purely funny to pretend that you have entered the state before epiphany.

"Take your time," Wang Daochang said softly, closing his eyes to feel the rotation of heaven and earth, and the sense of immortality gradually spread on this star.

After half a month passed, the star gradually calmed down, and the rescued old gods of heaven have also begun to retreat and practice.

Emperor Qinghua has left quietly, but he left the fairy palace and senior sister here.

As long as the Immortal Palace is here, Emperor Qinghua can sense whether the star is attacked. If attacked, the emperor can use his magical powers to tear apart the universe and come back here to support at any time. He doesn't worry about Wang Sheng and his safety.

It's just that the progress of Senior Sister's collection of her incomplete true spirit has been delayed a bit.

Every time Wang Sheng thinks that he still can't give his senior sister a stable environment of 'surfing the Internet' until now, he feels helpless in his heart.

On this day, Wenqu Xingjun took the initiative to summon on the beach. Wang Sheng saw that the senior sister was still practicing, so he flew over with the Wuling sword.

"Senior, are you looking for me?"

Xu Zhongliang smiled and said: "Well, the Dao mark left by the emperor is not yet ready for you, but I am also the founder of the Shushan Sword Sect, so it should be possible to give you some advice on how to practice."

Wang Sheng was overjoyed when he heard the words, held his sword in his hand and made a salute: "Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

"You don't need to be so formal, I just want to salute you," Xu Zhongliang made a casual move, and a handful of sand condensed into a sand sword, "Come on, you don't need sword control skills, you can try a few tricks with me."

"Yes," Wang Sheng did not refuse, and cheered up.

Lifting breath, condensing breath,

The Spiritless Sword in his hand is full of immortal light, and the first hand is the fierce sword move in Ziwei Heavenly Sword.

Seeing this, Xu Zhongliang smiled, the Sand Sword in his hand seemed limp and weak, but it was in another profound realm, he used fast to strike slow, and his sword moves were a bit disorganized;

But Wang Sheng's few attacks were all blocked by Sha Jian.

After the Wuling sword blesses his immortal power at this time, it is considered a sharp weapon, but it can't hurt the sand sword at all.

At this time, when Wang Sheng was fighting with others, he was rarely able to track down the enemy so close. Most of them directly injured the enemy with sword light and sword energy, or used sword control skills from hundreds of feet away.

When you get close, it is often the moment when the winner is determined.

But at this time, when he was fighting with Xu Zhongliang, it was just like when he was not a fairy, and he didn't have much advanced cultivation.

In order to allow Wang Sheng to use it happily, every time Xu Zhongliang faced Wang Sheng's sword move, he used a skillful force to give Wang Sheng a counterattack with the same strength.

After more than ten moves, all the sword intent in Wang Sheng's body was ignited, and the moves became faster and faster. The shadow of the sword in his hand turned into a starlight, enveloping Xu Zhongliang in it.

Wenqu Xingjun was also quite happy when he saw this. Wang Sheng's comprehension of the Ziwei Heavenly Sword exceeded his expectations by a lot.

In this endless starlight, Wang Sheng's offensive was continuous and extremely sharp;

Sometimes it is like a meteor passing by, a comet crashing, sometimes it is like a sun star exploding, and a galaxy rushing. The sword moves are also mixed with the artistic conception of pure yang and Liangyi Taiji, which made Wenqu Xingjun praise again and again.

This is actually the result of several 'teachers' such as Jingwu Laodao, who have practiced swords in recent years.

The sublimation of Wang Sheng's kendo comes from a little bit of accumulation.

"Okay, let's get here first!"

Xu Zhongliang said something, Wang Sheng seemed to wake up from a dream, he drew his sword and jumped back, standing quietly on the beach.

Suddenly feeling Dao Dao's eyes coming together, Wang Sheng turned his head to look, but saw more than ten subordinates of Wang Shan, more than ten old gods of heaven, Wu Tianshou and several masters brought by him in the forest beside the beach.

Of course, there is also the lucky little white tiger.

Wenqu Xingjun said as if no one was around: "There are dozens of flying swords in your body, let me show you how to control the sword."

While speaking, the ancestor of the Shushan Sword Sect snapped his fingers, and nine flying swords condensed out of the sand and soil around him;

Wang Sheng didn't dare to take it too seriously, nine lights lit up all over his body, but he also took out nine flying swords.

Among the nine flying swords, only five Feiyun swords used Lingxi's treasure, and the other four were of slightly lower quality, but they were also high-quality fairy treasures.

Wang Sheng pointed his long sword obliquely at the ground with his right hand, pinched the sword fingers with his left hand, and quickly drew a series of sword marks.

Wen Qu Xingjun squinted his eyes and smiled. Like Wang Sheng, he drew the same sword mark with the sword finger of his left hand, but the nine sand flying swords around him were faster than Wang Sheng's flying sword.

Um?

Wang Daochang quickly discovered this, and was slightly surprised in his heart.

At this time, he could clearly feel that the immortal power used by Wenqu Xingjun to control the sword was the same as the immortal power he used.

Moreover, these sand swords were temporarily condensed, but Wang Sheng's flying sword was continuously cultivated through his own blood...

The speed of the flying sword determines the power of the flying sword to a certain extent, and this is also a sign of whether the flying sword is running smoothly.

Why, the flying sword that I have cultivated in meditation is not as good as the sand sword that this Xingjun condensed at will?

Could this be...

Vulnerability in programs written by the creator?

Cough, is there another way to say it?

Curiosity arose in Wang Daochang's heart, and he pointed his fingers forward, and the nine flying swords turned into the Jiugong Tiansha Formation, roaring away at Wenqu Xingjun.

Wenqu Xingjun smiled slightly, pointing his finger, which is also the Jiugong Tiansha Formation, facing Wang Sheng's flying sword head-on.

In an instant, the sound of howling swords pierced the sky, and sword lights crisscrossed everywhere on the beach, and sword qi scattered in all directions.

Eighteen flying swords faced each other, as if eighteen invisible people with extremely high agility were fighting on the beach. Both sword arrays were broken, and the similar sword moves on both sides made the picture even more gorgeous.

After a while, two drops of cold sweat appeared on Wang Sheng's forehead.

He felt a little strained.

Wen Quxing's Sand Flying Sword is getting stronger and stronger. This is because the opponent does not provide extra fairy power, and it becomes stronger with each battle!

Gradually, Wang Sheng's nine flying swords fell into a passive defense. Wang Sheng kept waving his left sword finger in order to change his moves, but he was always suppressed by Wen Quxing's nine sandy soil flying swords.

Not long after, Wenqu Xingjun was sure that Wang Sheng had sensed the gap between the two swordsmanship skills. He raised his left sword finger slightly, and the nine sandy flying swords suddenly exploded, turning into nine streamers, breaking through the defense of Wang Sheng's flying sword, and rushed to the ground. In front of Wang Sheng.

Naturally, Xu Zhongliang would not hurt Wang Sheng, the nine flying sand swords exploded in an instant, and the force on them dissipated quietly, scattering sand all over Wang Sheng.

All the people watching the battle showed thoughtfulness on their faces;

Wang Sheng scratched his head, his face was a little embarrassed. In fact, he was quite confident in Yujianshu.

But when he thought that he was facing the founder of the Shushan Sword Sect, he didn't depreciate himself much.

"felt it?"

Xu Zhongliang asked with a smile.

Wang Sheng nodded slowly and said, "I feel it."

"What do you feel?"

"Hmm..." Wang Sheng pondered for a while, but he couldn't explain why. He could only say: "The difference in the method of the Yun sword."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xu Zhongliang burst out laughing immediately, walked forward with his hands behind his back, gestured to Wang Sheng, and said with a smile: "Let's talk while walking, this is my unique secret book, and these people can't listen to it."

The spectators on the side also knew the rules, and after saluting the two, they dispersed.

"Actually, this is the method of Xinyun sword that I have realized in the past few tens of thousands of years," Xu Zhongliang opened his left hand, and strands of sand flew towards him, converging into a sand flying sword.

But with a slight shake of his palm, all the sand and soil dispersed, but in the palm of his hand, there was another flying sword that was almost completely transparent.

"This is……"

"Sword Soul," Xu Zhongliang sighed, "This is the last piece of the puzzle of Yujianshu, but it was not sorted out back then, and passed on to my disciples and grandchildren, otherwise they would have survived a few more people."

Wang Sheng was silent for a while, staring at the sword soul, a little confused.

But he knew that Xu Zhongliang took it out and wanted to pass it on to him.

Thinking of the power of the Sand Flying Sword just now, combined with the sharpness of my Feiyun Sword...

Wang Sheng's heart was also quite moved.

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