Above the giant floating island in the East China Sea called "Penglai".
Under the cloud curtain.
The green robes fluttered and the hunting sound was heard.
A young master, wearing a green robe, holding a pink blade in one hand, hovering in the air.
Its side.
There are a total of ten unstoppable magical flying swords accompanying him on the left and right.
Sword.
Hongmo.
Help the flying sword.
Not ashamed to be a hero in the world, with three thousand corpses, gold ingots, sweet springs, seeking phoenixes, solitary cranes, purity, waves of wheat, chaos, and Xuanyuan.
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Ling Zhen holds the Red Mo Sword in one hand, wearing a flowing green robe, and has ten divine swords at his side.
The young swordsman was cultivating on Penglai Island, facing the powerful swordsman in white with a solemn expression and firm eyes.
Speechless.
No fear either.
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Bai Chuan snorted quickly, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a sarcastic tone: "For some reason, I always feel that as long as I kill you, I will be truly invincible..."
Qingpaoke's lips curled up slightly and he said calmly: "What a coincidence, I think so too."
At this moment, the young man was thinking about someone.
Ling Zhen was intrigued and thought to himself: "If my witty and humorous brother Qiu were here, he would probably say - 'Your father and I feel the same way.'"
The biggest bastard in the world has lost.
Lost to the king of swordsmanship in the world.
No problem.
It’s up to me, the banished immortal from heaven, to win back the victory!
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Tianluo Palace.
As the emperor of a country, Qiu Jin, with the consent of the three of them, used the "Sea Entering Technique" in the supreme heavenly dragon technique to absorb all the cultivation base of the three beloved wives, leaving no trace behind.
With the help of Datianlong's body and Qinglong's true energy, he completely recovered from his injuries.
Taking the black sword and opening the Tianmen, Qiu Jin strode out of the house and kissed Ye Yiran, Leng Tao and Wang Yu'er affectionately on their foreheads.
I hope this kiss will not be a "farewell".
Then.
Qiu Jin once again rode the wind and ran towards the East China Sea.
I have a thick skin, so what does it matter if I lose once?
I'll take a day off and then I'll kill you!
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The rising sun, which looks like a "white fish belly", slowly rises from the east.
Baichuan wears a snow-white coat and sits west facing east.
It's like the White Tiger Emperor of the West has descended into the mortal world.
To the east, Ling Zhen's cyan robe, illuminated by the early morning sun, showed every detail of its splendid texture, extremely gorgeous.
Green, white.
Young and middle-aged swordsmen.
In an instant, the former wielded ten swords and held one sword in his hand, carrying the overwhelming momentum of a galloping blue dragon.
Being alone brings out the mighty and majestic power.
Ling Zhen killed the monk in white who looked like a middle-aged man.
Over Penglai.
Qingpao, kill Baiyi!
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Sword Lord Bai Chuan only has one natal sword.
Named "Dharma Image".
As the name suggests, Baichuan's flying sword magical power can create a statue out of thin air that stands tall on the sky and the earth.
Realize the "law of heaven and earth"!
The dharma image is thousands of feet high, its color is pure white, and it is majestic and gigantic. It seems that it is trying to break through the world.
With such a miraculous handwriting that reaches the heavens and the earth, Bai Chuan is worthy of being a swordsman with a half-step super level.
The true supreme powerhouse.
Baichuan, whose boxing skills were not much weaker than his swordsmanship, used his terrifying giant fists like mountain peaks to beat the young man in green robes who was as small as a mustard seed unscrupulously.
The majestic power spread out everywhere, filling the sky.
This kind of killing is like using a Mount Tai to crush an ant!
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Wei Jie looked at this scene and said inexplicably: "As everyone knows, ants can also destroy mountains."
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After receiving a few punches, Ling Zhen, whose energy began to vibrate and surge, gathered his mind and commanded the Fire God Sword in time.
In an instant, the young man was already in the flaming body of the Fire Spirit Knight. His physique was greatly strengthened, and his ability to resist injuries also increased rapidly in a short period of time.
On top of the Hongmo sword in Qingpaoke's hand, the natal sword attracts thunder and is wrapped around it.
The slender electric dragon continued to roll away, generating countless thunderous energy, each root as thick as a pillar of light holding up the sky.
Bang hit Bai Chuan's thousand-foot-long pure white statue.
Lines of thunder surged out.
The momentum is unparalleled, the pictures are gorgeous and dazzling.
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The huge hand of Master Baichuan, as big as a mountain, suddenly glowed with a thick golden light, so bright that people could not open their eyes.
Turn fist into palm.
The sword energy is contained in the palm.
A falling palm is equivalent to a full-strength sword strike from a perfect swordsman in the Supreme Realm.
It fell towards the "Fire Knight" which was smaller than the thumb of the Dharma Prime Minister.
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The giant palm of golden light is about to smash down the head of the bag.
Ling Zhen was ready to resist with all his strength.
A sword rainbow swept horizontally to the high altitude here, and its speed was extremely fast.
This sword strike was so powerful that it caused the golden palm to deviate from its original trajectory without hurting Ling Zhen at all.
Of course, the person who handed the sword was no one else.
It was Qiu Jin who came to Penglai Island again after a day!
Second visit to the East China Sea.
Wenjian scored twice.
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Ying Chun's voice was like that of a drake. He cast his eyes on this turbulent battlefield. The old man said calmly in a calm voice: "You three are all at the top. Let's see...who is better."
The peaks are higher.
The higher one, save.
The one who is low will perish.
As for survival or not, which peak is higher can only be revealed after this battle.
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The brilliance of morning light shines upon the world.
The wheel rises under the great sun in the east.
The two sword cultivators joined forces to attack, fighting against the pure white statue standing tall against the sky and the ground.
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Qiu Jin held the black blade and "opened the gate of heaven", relying on the "nine-nine human emperor style" he had as King Zhou of the Shang Dynasty in his previous life, using a large amount of human luck to suddenly pass the sword.
The domineering power of the sword energy is no less brilliant than the sun shining brightly.
Duan is supreme and incomparable!
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Swordsmanship to conquer heaven.
Aiming to conquer nature with human power.
Just like a small earthworm knocking down an iron tree!
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After enduring dozens of Heaven-Victory Sword Techniques that Ling Zhen spared no effort in, plus Qiu Jin's sword moves that contained the infinite energy of the human race.
Baichuan's "faxiang" has already become shoddy and shoddy.
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Ten divine swords gathered together in a line.
That day in Jueshi City, the "Seven Swords" combined into one sword severely damaged the back of Zai Yang, a monk at the peak of the Supreme Realm.
This time, there are no longer only seven swords.
But ten swords in one!
Not only these ten swords, but also the twelve serious swords and the eight strange swords in the Qiujin Lingshu sword box.
A total of twenty Lingshu Swords, carrying Qiu Jin's natal aura and true power, merged with the sword formed by the fusion of the ten divine swords, completely becoming one.
In an instant, a huge pillar of extremely colorful sword energy soared into the sky.
Killed on the Dharma Appearance which had obvious signs of being broken.
After an earth-shattering "boom" sound, Baichuan's towering Dharma form collapsed.
Snow-white sword energy fills the entire sky!
