The light of his sword collided with the sword spirit of the sun, causing a series of explosions.
The entire space was filled with sword energy, as if it was about to be torn apart.
"Boy, let me see how you are practicing your Yin Yang Wuji Sword Technique!"
"Yin and Yang dance together to move the universe, and Wuji cuts the sea with one sword."
Zhou Qiankun and Sword Soul used the Yin Yang Wuji sword technique almost at the same time.
Two rounds of Tai Chi diagrams flew across the sky, yin and yang shook the universe, the sun and the moon, and only the Tai Chi diagrams remained in the world.
Zhou Qiankun and Sword Soul stood on the Tai Chi Diagram with stern expressions and waved their swords at the same time.
The sword energy of Zhou Qiankun and Sword Soul intertwined with each other, forming an invisible whirlwind that spread to all directions.
Wherever the whirlwind passed, the space instantly burst, and the mountains and rivers trembled.
The sword intentions of the two people intertwined in the air, forming a spectacular picture.
Zhou Qiankun's sword intention is as hot as fire, burning everything; while the sword intention of Sword Soul is as cold as ice, condensing everything.
The two are like a positive and a negative, entangled for a moment, canceling each other out and disappearing into the invisible.
Seeing this result, Sword Soul laughed loudly.
"Hahaha, after so many years, no one can fight with me with so many swords. Boy, you are the first person!"
When Zhou Qiankun heard this, he immediately smiled calmly.
He was equally proud to be recognized by a holy swordsman.
Then, a sense of sadness emanated from the sword soul, and the entire space was suppressed by an extremely terrifying sword power.
Under the pressure of this sword, the space made a crackling sound, as if it could not bear the power of this sword.
Zhou Qiankun felt like a thousand-foot mountain was pressing down on him, becoming extremely heavy.
He looked up at the sword soul, his expression slightly changed.
This is definitely the pressure of the Holy Spirit’s law!
After fighting until now, the sword soul of the Excalibur Sword Ancestor finally used the Holy Spirit Technique.
The sword soul said solemnly: "Boy, this last sword is my old secret skill, the Little Holy God's Funeral Song Sword Art. Once the sword is out, there is no way back. It's still too late for you to quit now."
As he spoke, the pressure of the sword on his body became more and more terrifying, and funeral songs were played behind him, as if a god had fallen from the sky, and the whole world was sad.
As the sword soul left behind by the ancestor of the Divine Sword, he bears the responsibility of testing those who come after him.
The Excalibur Sword Ancestor has experienced the despair of the Year of Burial and Fire, so he has extremely high requirements for his successors.
He didn't want his descendants to suffer the same fate as him, to die in the age of burial.
Therefore, the successor he wants is not a proud man like him, but someone who can surpass him.
As a sword soul, he admires Zhou Qiankun very much, but the will left by the Excalibur Sword Ancestor cannot be changed.
This last reminder is to let him exit in time to avoid hurting his soul.
Zhou Qiankun felt that the force pressing on him became several times stronger.
His expression became extremely proud, and his sword intent shattered the sword pressure on his body.
Raising his hand, the original Hunyuan Sword tore through the space and pointed directly at the sword soul.
"Senior, as a swordsman, we can only move forward, not retreat. Only in this way can we live up to the sword in our hands."
Zhou Qiankun's tone was so firm that Sword Soul was slightly startled.
Then he laughed and said, "Then take my sword!"
"Fight the gods and demons in white clothes with swords, and send the gods to death with a sword and funeral song!"
The voice of the sword soul resounded throughout the space, and the divine sword in his hand emitted a bright light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.
Zhou Qiankun held the original Hunyuan Sword tightly, and the sword intent in his body reached its peak in an instant.
He knew that this was a life and death battle, and only by defeating the Sword Soul could he obtain the inheritance of the Divine Sword Sword Ancestor.
The sword domain surged out like a tide, covering the entire space.
Within the sword domain, all the power of the sword is on the sword in his hand.
There is no need to think too much at this moment, just draw the sword.
Life and death, victory and defeat are no longer important.
The sword power of the sword spirit came like a violent storm, his sword skills were extremely sharp, and this sword carried the power to destroy everything.
Under the sword energy, there was a vision of gods and Buddhas falling.
"Yin and Yang are frosty and snowy for thousands of years, but Wuji's sword will cause eternal sorrow!"
Frost and cold last for thousands of years, but one sword hurts the years.
Fire burns for eternity, and one sword makes all magic empty.
Two sword energy with opposite attributes condensed into a Tai Chi diagram of ice and fire in the sky. The Tai Chi diagram circulated endlessly, as if it had evolved over the years, and the sword was cold for eternity.
The sword intentions of the two men intertwined in the air, making bursts of harsh collision sounds.
The sword spirit's sword skills became more and more violent, as if it was about to tear the entire space apart.
The Tai Chi Diagram actually cracked open under this sword, unable to block the Holy Spirit's sword at all.
The terrifying sword intent shook Zhou Qiankun's soul, and his soul was actually damaged.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Zhou Qiankun's mouth, and he was shocked. It was indeed the Holy Spirit's method, and it was indeed powerful.
Zhou Qiankun felt the tremendous pressure from the sword spirit, but he had no intention of backing down.
He closed his eyes and took in everything around him.
Even if the situation is desperate, the swordsman will not retreat even half a step!
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of determination and determination.
He raised the Original Hunyuan Sword, and the sword intent surged out like a tide.
His sword intention exploded instantly, and a huge sword energy spurted out from his sword.
The swordsmanship between heaven and earth was concentrated on this sword. At this moment, golden lotus flowers grew under Zhou Qiankun's feet.
The sword spirit looked slightly shocked when he saw it.
"The birth of golden lotus in swordsmanship is a sign of being recognized by swordsmanship. How far has this boy reached in swordsmanship?"
Sword Soul's eyes moved slightly, and he felt the changes in Zhou Qiankun.
The Ice and Fire Tai Chi Diagram stabilized, and the cracks completely disappeared.
Tai Chi Tu pushed back the sword with even more terrifying power.
The two sword energies collided in the air and made a loud noise.
The entire space was shaken by the power of this blow, as if it was about to collapse.
Zhou Qiankun's sword energy gradually dissipated, and the sword spirit of the sword soul also gradually disappeared.
The two figures reappeared in the space.
Zhou Qiankun looked at the sword soul, his eyes full of respect and gratitude.
He understood that this battle was not only a test for himself, but also a guide for him from the sword spirit.
If you really want to test him, just use the last sword.
The reason why Sword Soul cast all the heaven-level spells is to show him the secrets of those heaven-level spells, making it easier for him to control them.
"Senior, thank you very much."
Zhou Qiankun said with a smile.
Sword Soul nodded, with a smile of relief on his face.
"Boy, you did a good job. You have passed my test and obtained the inheritance of the Excalibur Sword Ancestor."
After the sword soul finished speaking, it slowly disappeared into the space with an open-minded attitude.
After the sword spirit disappeared, only the empty thatched house was left standing on the top of the mountain.
Zhou Qiankun looked at the thatched house on the top of the mountain, and with some respect in his heart, he slowly opened the door.
There was only a stone table in the room. On the stone table, there was a dark sword and a roll of parchment.
Zhou Qiankun walked to the table, reached for the sword, and gently pulled out three inches.
The sword intent lingered and easily split the space with a ten-foot-long crack.
The exposed three-inch sword edge is surrounded by the power of law.
This is a sacred weapon, and its name is God Death.
