Wind helps the fire.
On the sword pavilion elder, vigorous sword intent soared into the sky.
The sword intention was accompanied by winds whistling one after another.
"The Fengzhen Sword Intent is so strong that I can hardly move my old bones." The elder of Jiange raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, there was a cold green long sword.
"Gao Changgong, that's why I say you are ruthless." Seeing the sword pavilion elder flying up, the leader of Fengling Sword Sect Cheng Cheng said with a smile.
"If you don't profess your cultivation level and enter the Sword Pavilion, you can easily get the position of the leader of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, and maybe you can reach the heaven realm."
"Attack to the Heaven Realm?" Elder Jiange stood side by side with Ancestor Tao Ran. The breeze on his body intertwined with the flames on Elder Tao Ran's body, turning into the roar of a fire dragon.
"If I really dare to attack the Heaven Realm, I'm afraid the entire Jiuxuan Sword Sect will be buried with me, right?"
Speaking of this, he turned to Zhang Cheng, his eyes bright: "I'm curious, how did Sect Leader Zhang have the opportunity to attack the heavenly realm."
Hearing the words of the Jiange elder, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with light, and he said calmly: "If you don't die today, I can tell you."
The sword pavilion elder smiled, and Patriarch Tao Ran flew forward, holding the fire dragon in his hand, and crashed into Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng's eyes narrowed, sword energy flowed around his body, and the cold light reaching into the sky seemed to freeze the space around him.
In his hand, a three-foot sword appeared.
"Bingjian Jue..." Han Muye, who was standing on the carriage, looked at Zhang Cheng and whispered.
"What?" Huang Laoliu, who was standing next to the carriage, turned around and asked.
Han Muye shook his head.
The method used by Zhang Cheng was the sword art that Jiange lost.
Ancestor Zhu Shen died at the hands of Fengling Sword Sect.
Divine light flashed in his eyes, and images kept flashing in Han Muye's mind.
The Bingjian Jue, which was originally only half the skill, was deduced.
Understand the art of swordsmanship.
The three inheritances of the sword pavilion, the Sword Raising Technique, the Sword Condensing Technique, and the Weapon Sword Technique, are gathered together.
"It turns out that he used a magic weapon-level sword to form a sword formula and stepped into the heavenly realm." Han Muye looked at Zhang Cheng who raised his hand and struck down with his sword, and whispered in a low voice.
"boom--"
In the sky, the fire dragon collided with Zhang Cheng's sword.
The scattered flames and every ray of sword light shone brightly, eclipsing the sky and the earth.
The power of wind and fire spread across the world!
The sword pavilion elder and Tao Ran Ancestor joined forces to attack, and the wind and fire transformed into a dragon. Their combat power exceeded the peak of the earth realm and had reached the heaven realm!
With this sword, the Wind Spirit Sword Sect Master, who was a strong man in the heavenly realm, did not dare to look down upon it in the slightest.
"Good swordsmanship!"
He gave a long shout and the sword in his hand flew into the air.
The sword light was sharp and turned into wind to wrap up the fire dragon.
The wind scroll collided with the fire dragon, and the flames raging around the world were blocked by the sword light.
Heaven is, after all, Heaven.
Every time Zhang Chengjian swung, the fire dragon was cut off a layer.
Behind the red dragon, the faces of the Jiange elders and Tao Ran Ancestor turned pale.
Ten swords later, the fire dragon exploded, and endless wind and fire raged across the sky for thousands of miles.
Between heaven and earth, the smoke filled the air, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
"With this sword, I am invincible in the world."
"Your Jiuxuan Sword Sect's foundation is indeed profound."
Zhang Cheng's voice came.
"Senior Brother Yuhe, Gao Changgong, it's strange that you are from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. It's a pity that you have such understanding and talent."
Although the specific battle situation could not be seen clearly, the wind roared in the void, the pressure surged, and the flames dissipated, letting everyone know that Patriarch Tao Ran and the Jiange Elder were defeated in this battle.
"Did you lose..." Huang Laoliu, who was standing next to the carriage, spoke in a low voice.
Han Muye's eyes flashed with light.
Defeated.
The combined power of the Jiange elders and Tao Ran ancestors could not withstand the true heavenly realm masters.
Today's situation is invincible.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect is about to fall.
"The survival of our Jiu Xuan Sword Sect depends on this day, we are here to die!" From the sky, the voice of Jin Ze, the leader of the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, rang out.
The roar exploded, dispersing most of the beacon smoke.
The sect leader Kanazawa, shrouded in golden light, walked forward step by step, stepping on the void. With every step he took, his aura became stronger.
By the tenth step, Kanazawa's aura was only slightly worse than Zhang Cheng's.
"Broken Pill?"
Zhang Cheng was stunned and chuckled: "I take back what I said before."
"You are as cruel as Gao Changgong."
"With one blow from the Shattering Pill, all your practice in this life will be ruined. Kanazawa, is it worth your hundreds of years of practice?"
Cultivation reaches the realm of the earth to form elixirs, and the cultivation of one's own hard work is condensed into essence, which is the golden elixir.
The golden elixir contains all the spiritual insights and spiritual energy accumulated by the practitioner in this life.
After reaching the ultimate level of cultivation in the earth realm, the elixir breaks and becomes a baby, and stepping into the heaven realm is like a new life.
If the elixir is shattered before reaching the Nascent Soul, a lifetime of practice will turn into running water. In this life, practice will be cut off.
When a practitioner reaches the level of elixir formation and reaches the pinnacle of the realm, he has hundreds of years of practice and hundreds of thousands of years left to live.
To call one's clan an ancestor is to scream proudly.
Broken elixir, all cultivation is ruined, and 90% of life span is depleted.
What he got in exchange was just a momentary surge of power from the Broken Pill.
But the blooming of this power will never reach the heavenly realm.
How can you know the wonders of heaven if you have never emerged from the cocoon and become a butterfly?
"I, Kanazawa, entered the Jiuxuan Sword Sect at the age of thirteen. From the outer gate to the inner gate, I spent three years building the foundation. I am regarded as the hope of the sect."
"At the age of thirty-two, I have completed the foundation building and stepped into the earth. I am invincible at the same level. I am known as the Golden Life Water."
"I hold the essence of two veins. I have been trained by the sect for a hundred years and became the youngest sect leader of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
On Jinze's body, a long sword of two colors, gold and water, was condensed. The sword light swirled and turned into a hundred-foot-long sword.
Beside him, Tao Ran and the elders of Jiange stood supporting each other, their auras dim and uncertain.
"I was also very proud and said that I would reach heaven in this life."
"It's a pity that the sect is in such a precarious state that there is no chance for him to cultivate in seclusion."
"I also had great ambitions and vowed to build the Jiuxuan Sword Sect into a powerful sect in Western Xinjiang."
"Haha, these more than a hundred years are just wasted."
Looking up, Jin Ze stared at Zhang Cheng and said softly: "If you don't have the chance to touch the heaven in this life, then let's fight against it."
Above his head, the sword intent of gold and water merged into a blue-grey sword light.
This sword light seems to have endless vitality and can soothe the sky that was burned by the previous flames.
Seeing the sect master Jinze who had condensed his entire life's cultivation into a sword, all the disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect below gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.
"If I, Huang Zhenxiong, had a heavenly sword, I would kill that bastard!" Huang Laoliu shouted with his eyes wide open.
Han Muye turned to look at him and said softly: "Sixth brother, maybe the sect master needs your help with the Soul Sword?"
Hearing his words, Huang Laoliu was stunned and said hesitantly: "My Soul Sword? I have only practiced the Sword Condensation Technique for a few years. Is it useful?"
In this battle between the great monks, if his soul collides with it, not even a bubble will disappear.
"If you don't put in this effort, how can you be willing to do it?" Han Muye said in a low voice, slowly sat on the frame and closed his eyes.
Huang Laoliu nodded and said to himself: "Grandma Te, it's time to return this cultivation level to Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
He widened his eyes and shouted loudly: "Ningjian——"
A mysterious sword light rose above his head, rushed to the sky, and landed on the sword light above the head of the sect master Jin Ze.
At this moment, the sword light in Han Muye's divine possession flashed away and collided with the big sword in the sky!
Within a radius of a hundred miles, swords resounded!
The sword of concentration!
Concentrating the sword with the spirit, all swords will surrender!
On Luyuan Mountain, the elder of Jiange used his sword to kill Mu Tieyang, who was half a step into the sky.
Today, I saw this sword again!
"You brat, you are so willing to give up..."
The elder of Jiange turned around, looked at the position of the carriage, and whispered.
"This is the successor of Jiange you trained? Not bad." Ancestor Tao Ran looked at Huang Laoliu in front of the carriage and said softly.
"Is that the Sword Watcher of the Sword Pavilion?" Countless disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect looked at Huang Laoliu and spoke in a low voice.
"I know him. He is the sword watcher of Jiange. I received the sword from him last time." Someone stared at Huang Laoliu with his arms spread wide and his head raised.
"It turns out that Sixth Brother is the one who really hides his secrets..." Lin Shen spoke in a low voice while holding the sword that was constantly vibrating in his hand.
"Brother Six, you are awesome." In the distance, Zhao Pu, a bald man, clenched his fists and looked at Huang Laoliu and whispered.
Huang Laoliu turned his head in confusion and looked at Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged and closed on the carriage.
Is my sword condensation technique so strong?
