The God and Buddha are actually me

A spectacular scene appeared on the nameless island.

Sword lights kept flying in the air, as if responding to some kind of call. The strong sword energy made the sea of ​​clouds in the sky shattered.

The sky was clear.

"Red Cloud, Purple Sun, Autumn Water, Three-foot Moon..."

Pei Qianhuo looked at the flying swords in the sky and skillfully said the names of these swords. The shock in his eyes almost condensed into substance.

As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, he had seen these famous swords handed down from generation to generation countless times since he was a child.

Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, Buried Sword Mountain.

That is the holy place in the hearts of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion of all generations. Every sword on it is the way that a sword cultivator pursues throughout his life.

The sword pill technique is extremely special. When the sword embryo is just formed, it is placed in the dantian for cultivation. As the sword master's cultivation level improves, the sword embryo gradually grows.

In the end, the man is the sword, and the sword is the man. The two are connected by blood and cannot be separated.

Therefore, after the death of the sword master, these magic swords will only stay quietly in the sword tomb. Unless the sword pavilion suffers a disaster or the original owner is resurrected, no one can control them anymore.

Not even the descendants of the sword pavilion.

In the hearts of Pei Qianhuo and Pei Qingchi, these swords are no longer tools, but the elders of the sect who have watched them grow up since childhood.

They even often communicate with these swords, and each sword has its own temper.

The Chixia Sword has a violent temperament, the Ziyang Sword is a modest gentleman, and the Sanchiyue is like a graceful lady. Its former owner was also a fairy with extraordinary charm.

But no matter what the temperament is, each sword is aloof and will never be controlled by outsiders.

But now all this has overturned Pei Qianhuo's cognition.

"How did he do it?"

Pei Qianhuo pinched himself hard to make sure he was not dreaming.

"He can really do it..."

Pei Qingchi looked deeply at Zhang Jiuyang's back.

When they were sparring before, she had vaguely felt that Zhang Jiuyang seemed to hold back, and now it seemed to be true.

"No, it's okay to summon the sword from the sword tomb, after all, the predecessors have passed away, but..."

Pei Qianhuo had a sad face and pointed at himself and said, "We are still alive, how can our own life-defining magic sword listen to him?"

Although he could feel that his connection with Jin Hong was not interrupted, it might not be impossible to summon it back by force, but... this was too exaggerated.

It was like a child who had been raised for so long suddenly recognized someone else as his father, and anyone would feel upset.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Swords fell like rain, and the magic swords from the predecessors of the Sword Pavilion had already fought with the current Pavilion Master, the old Sword God Pei Yulong.

Each sword seemed to be a peerless master, proficient in a certain kind of top swordsmanship, and they could be combined into a sword formation to complement each other.

The sword energy rushed thousands of miles, like the Milky Way falling from the sky.

Even Pei Yulong, who had entered the realm of the Sword Demon, was on the defensive at this moment. His heavy sword had grown several times larger, flying around him like a copper wall and iron wall, blocking the terrifying sword energy that was like a long river.

Although he was now immortal, the sword energy in his body would be exhausted, so he did not dare to put himself in the sword rain.

Boom!

Under the deep sea, a figure broke through the waves. One-third of Yue Ling's armor was damaged, her long hair was scattered, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth and the tiger's mouth. She looked a little embarrassed, but her hand holding the knife was still firm.

Without any nonsense, her cold eyes were like knives, and the dragon sparrow knife in her hand also ignited golden flames. The Mingwang Dharma behind her also made a knife-swinging gesture, looking down from a high place, as if the gods were creating the world.

This knife was infused with all her spirit and energy, a knife that was almost life-threatening, and even her blood was burning.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately changed his formation, from the main attack of the Long River Sword Formation to the Prison Dragon Sword Formation, which was mainly used for restraint and suppression.

The two of them, one positive and one strange, cooperated perfectly, which changed the situation suddenly.

In a hurry, Pei Yulong, who was in the state of Sword Demon, also showed his ferocity. He simply stopped defending and swung his mountain-like heavy sword, summoning the magic power around him, raising a mighty long wind and smashing towards the two.

Boom! !

The island was like a crack in the ground, and the sea water poured up. The huge crack directly divided the entire island into two, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Yue Ling vomited blood, flew backwards, rolled on the ground, and panted heavily with the knife on the ground.

Zhang Jiuyang's fingers, which were pinching the sword formula, were shaking constantly. Countless flying swords were shaken away and scattered on the ground, and the sword bodies dimmed.

He was pale, sweat was pouring down his face, and his mana was almost exhausted. This was the first time he felt that his mana was not enough after cultivating the Pure Yang Golden Pill.

A wisp of blood flowed out along the sword finger, and after falling on the ground, it actually exuded a sharp aura, cutting the ground with fine sword marks.

This was the backlash of the sword intent.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Yue Ling for the first time. He was so unbearable with only a small part of the pressure. It was hard to imagine how much pressure Yue Ling was facing.

"Don't worry, I'm strong and can't be killed."

Yue Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the golden flame in his eyes slowly extinguished. Looking at his concerned eyes, he showed a smile.

Although a few bones were broken, it was nothing to be able to beat the legendary old sword god.

"Did we really win?"

Zhang Jiuyang was not so optimistic. The spiritual official stared at the old man who seemed to be unconscious at the bottom of the sea with a solemn face.

Just now, the island was directly cut in half, and Pei Yulong also fell into the bottom of the sea, motionless.

It seemed like the winner had been decided.

However...

"Not good!"

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked, and saw Pei Yulong suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood in his eyes became even more intense, almost turning into a rich red.

The entire sea was dyed red, as if countless creatures were being slaughtered underwater and turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Zhang Jiuyang knew that the sea was not dyed red by blood, but the other party's killing intention was so strong that it affected his mind and made him see the sea as red.

This was the picture that the brain automatically added after feeling the killing intention beyond its tolerance. It was not an illusion, but it was more terrifying than an illusion.

"It's over, now none of us can run away!"

"Junior sister, do you think the master can still remember us now?"

Pei Qianhuo took a deep breath. If the master could still remember them before and still retained his sanity, then the master now was a complete sword madman.

Zhang Jiuyang closed his eyes and began to call a name.

A sword that he had just called, but was reluctant to move.

A sword that would be at the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains!

A sword that has dominated the sword art for thousands of years and dares to kill the immortals in the sky!

The sword art of the 72 magical powers of the Earthly Fiends was pushed to the extreme, and the sword heart inherited from Lu Zu kept conveying his call.

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Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.

On the top of the Sword Mountain, a slight tremor suddenly came from the heavy sword of the Immortal Executioner, which was as heavy as an ancient monument.

The chain shook.

A heavy, vast, ancient sword intent that had been dormant for thousands of years seemed to have heard Zhang Jiuyang's call and began to wake up.

In an instant, cracks appeared on the towering Sword Mountain, and rocks fell.

It seemed that the whole mountain was its scabbard.

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