Shen Yu took a step forward.
The white light spots where the two sword tips collide suddenly shined, almost suppressing the light of the sun above the top of Fuyao Mountain.
The young man in green shirt had a clear look in his eyes. The sword god had been integrated with heaven and earth for three thousand years, but for some reason he did not align with the Tao, causing the old man's lifespan to gradually decline.
The decline of life essence represents the decline of cultivation level.
Even the old man in front of him, who was as indifferent to the mortal world as a god, was only an eighth-level swordsman. According to the Taoist realm, he was only an Ascension Realm among the upper three realms.
The Taoist sect has been passed down for a long time, and its realm has changed in countless ways over the years. In Shen Yu's time, the Taoist sect once had twelve levels, but I don't know why now it only has nine realms.
In that turbulent era, the old man's strength has never fallen below the top five, even when facing the strongest person in Linghuang, Taixuan Zhenren, Luohou, who is known as the ancestor of all demons in the north.
The old man is not inferior to the two.
Shen Yu vaguely remembered that when the two had a sword duel, the old man's realm had already reached the extreme realm of swordsmanship, and his cultivation realm was far beyond the fairyland.
Unexpectedly, the body melting into Fuyao Mountain caused the world to absorb too much spiritual power and original energy.
As Shen Yu's previous life Taixuan Zhenren said, the Tao is in harmony with the sky.
That's a dead end.
A moment passed, Shen Yu's thoughts wandered, and his eyes fell on the unknown old man again.
"Even if the swordsmanship is weak, why has the sword intention become so weak? What happened in these years?"
Shen Yu frowned slightly, held down the sword, and did not take action again.
A trace of clarity flashed through the old man's gloomy eyes, and he said calmly: "For countless years, the aura of Fuyao Mountain has been comparable to the dozens of cave heaven paradises in the East Zuzhou. The reason is that I have constantly depleted my original energy to make up for the spiritual energy in the mountain. "
Shen Yu asked in confusion: "Why?"
The old man was not talking.
What answered Shen Yu was the sound of Fuyao's broken sword in the sky that spread throughout the nine heavens.
The sword is like a god.
The spiritual energy within a hundred-mile radius of Fuyao Mountain began to surge wildly with the sound of swords. The ground on the top of the mountain, which was already full of cracks, began to sink. Each crack eventually turned into an abyss a hundred feet deep.
The cracked abyss points along the tip of the Fuyao Broken Sword, as if a god's giant sword pierced the earth fiercely, majestic and vast.
Shen Yu looked at the scene in front of him, and his calm face became a little more solemn.
It turns out that the unknown old man has scattered his original energy in the world of Fuyao Mountain for three thousand years, and then used the Fuyao Sword Formation to imprison all the spiritual energy.
In this way, his realm cultivation will not weaken due to the erosion of time.
The mediocre sword strike before was just a means for the old man to regain his original energy.
The nameless old man who had a sword duel with Master Taixuan for nine days three thousand years ago.
At this moment, he finally revealed his cultivation that surpassed his own world in Fuyao Mountain.
He is God.
Anyone in his world is like a baby entering a group of strong men.
The changes in spiritual energy brought about by the broken sword shook the sword array that imprisoned the mountain top to pieces.
The great formation that had existed for three thousand years instantly turned into nothingness. As the sword formation disappeared, Kunlun Yaochi disciples such as Lu Caiwei, Shuiyue Fairy and others who had been in a strange stasis moved.
But after a breath, the old man pointed casually, and they fell into a certain period of time and space and stagnated.
The chaotic sword energy like a violent storm intertwined like a curtain, like thousands of swords gathered together.
The old man raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Shen Yu as if he were an ant in the world, and said indifferently: "Whether you are Tai Xuan before or Shen Yu now, you will die."
Shen Yu, who was in the huge waves of spiritual energy, casually held the long sword that was like an earthly weapon, and said calmly: "Speaking of which, your Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect fuses the origin of heaven and earth in Fuyao Mountain. There are also some Shinto practitioners who used the divine power of heaven and earth as their source in ancient times. If I can’t stop your sword now.”
The young man in green shirt held his left hand behind his back, showing no trace of fear in the face of the pressure that was like the master of heaven and earth.
The deep and indifferent eyes bloomed with soaring fighting spirit at this moment.
Shen Yu gently wiped the blade of the long sword, and the water-like flying sword underwent strange changes with his slender fingers.
This flying sword that was taken casually from the Fuyao Sword Sect seemed to be burned by fire at this moment, and the silver-white sword began to shed a little sword light.
Wait until Shen Yu holds the sword.
This ordinary flying sword revealed its true appearance.
The academy, one of the nine holy places in Linghuang, has been in charge of Central Continent for tens of thousands of years. From the time when the Confucian sage enlightened the Tao, to the seventy-two sages and gentlemen of the Confucian sect who preached the Tao through literature and established religion and morality, in this era Confucianism has become the country of countless countries in Linghuang. Where faith lies, countless scholars and students use what they have learned to educate the common people.
The history books only compiled the deeds of the Confucian sect over the past countless years into an ancient book with only a few dozen pages. Linghuang spanned tens of thousands of years from ancient times to the present, and countless people from the Confucian sect emerged, surprising where they were. of that era, but these people and the things they left behind were not recorded in that book.
In this ancient book that records the history of the Confucian sect, there is a special page that records an immortal weapon of the Confucian sect.
Haoran sword.
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"It's actually this sword. That guy really has an extraordinary background." An old and emotionless voice interrupted Shen Yu's thoughts.
In this moment of thinking, the old man did not take action.
Because he really wanted to see how this young man who claimed to be the reincarnation of Taixuan Master could break this sword that had been waiting for three thousand years.
Tai Xuan or Shen Yu really did not disappoint.
Even now, he is just a weakling who has never touched the three realms.
The young man in green shirt in front of the old man raised his lips slightly, and then a calm voice said, "You have the sword of heaven and earth, and I have the sword of earth, which is half a pound."
Shen Yu, who was standing with a sword, raised his eyebrows slightly and said impatiently: "Draw out the sword."
The old man nodded and said, "Okay."
The words just fell.
Fuyao's broken sword, which had already condensed thousands of sword shadows, fell instantly.
Boom!
The air resounded with sword energy, Tao energy, and the rare sound of the collision of two fairy swords in the world.
The originally invisible collision sound actually revealed a ripple visible to the naked eye at this moment.
Like a huge mountain falling into a lake, a huge bottomless black hole was first formed in the center, and then an invisible group of light suddenly jumped up and exploded when it reached the ground.
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In the north of Dongzuzhou, three rainbow lights suddenly appeared on the mountain peaks that towered into the clouds and were surrounded by countless fairy clouds and cranes.
The first ray of rainbow light came to the top of Kunlun Mountain, and it was the headmaster of Kunlun of this generation.
Then another figure followed closely behind, and the sound came before the person arrived.
"Brother Headmaster, who is there?"
Kunlun Headmaster, who had an immortal Taoist spirit and a Taoist robe swaying in the wind, gently brushed his long beard and was about to speak, but was interrupted by an old voice.
"The Sword of Heaven and Earth and the Sword of the World, senior brother, with your cultivation level, can you activate such majestic power?"
As his voice fell, Liu Shouyi appeared in front of the two of them.
The three most senior Taoists from the Kunlun Holy Land gathered at the top of the mountain, and the power of the two swords tens of thousands of miles away actually shocked even them.
When Headmaster Kunlun heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then sighed and said: "Only Senior Brother Daoyan and the warrior from Qingdi City have stepped into that realm in the current Linghuang. I am still far away."
The two people behind Lao Dao were naturally able to understand the truth. Liu Shouyi even showed a look of surprise and asked puzzledly: "Senior Brother Dao Yan is in seclusion on the 33rd day, and the martial artist is missing. Today's Linghuang Who else can reach that state?"
"That place of heaven and earth has been imprisoned, and even my spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate it. Junior Brother Liu, otherwise
Are you going to take a trip? "
Headmaster Kunlun looked enigmatic and smiled at his junior brother beside him.
Liu Shouyi nodded slightly and said, "I heard that a few days ago, my precious apprentice went there with Junior Nephew Dong to investigate an unpopular sword sect. I have to go and have a look."
After saying that, the old Taoist figure gradually disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he appeared a hundred miles away.
The old Taoist priest has been such a closed disciple all his life, so naturally he can't bear to have any accidents.
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Yaochi Wonderland is not far away.
A noble woman in palace clothes stood beside the Yaochi, casually scattering fish food in her hands.
Suddenly, the woman looked up to the sky, with a look of disbelief on her face.
"On the twelfth floor of the Taoist Gate, the Immortal Realm is not an Immortal Realm. There are actually people who have stepped into that realm."
The woman who is the Holy Lord of Yaochi has reached the heavens in cultivation, but has not set foot in the spiritual wasteland for decades. At this time, she is also curious about the vision of heaven and earth coming from tens of thousands of miles away.
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At this moment, the place where the two holy places guessed the truth was on the top of Fuyao Mountain.
Shen Yu used the Haoran Sword, the human sword left by the abandoned disciple of the academy, to block the Heaven and Earth Sword of the unknown old man.
The strange phenomenon of the two swords colliding almost cut off the entire Fuyao Mountain. Countless mountain debris mixed with gravel and snow rolled down the cliff.
In the turbulent wind and snow in the sky, Shen Yu's figure continued to retreat with the huge air waves. The Haoran sword left by Li Qinglian lay across his chest, barely resisting the majestic sword energy coming towards him.
What Shen Yu could see from the corner of his eye was that Lu Caiwei and everyone in Yaochi Kunlun, who were stagnant in the sword sect halfway up the mountain, were completely unaware of the oncoming sword energy.
Without thinking too much, Shen Yu pushed the long sword in his hand towards the mountainside. The human sword without any light reached the mountainside in the blink of an eye, and then the tip of the sword emitted a faint yellow light, like the lights of thousands of houses, protecting everyone.
Shen Yu, who had lost the protection of the fairy sword, remained unchanged. His right hand moved slightly, and the Jing Qing Sword appeared in his hand.
Shen Yu glanced at the fairy sword in his hand and sighed: "I promised you before that I would run away if I couldn't beat him, but with my temper, I always want to give it a try. You won't blame me."
Jing Qing's sword, with its red light flowing, seemed to be a little emotional, and the sword shook slightly.
Shen Yu smiled helplessly: "Just one sword."
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