After one move failed, Taoist Qingxu's expression changed slightly, he made a move with his sleeves, and the Wushuang Sword fell into his hand again.
As soon as he took hold of it, a faint burning sensation came. He snorted coldly and turned the sword's edge. The cloud-patterned dragon seal on the sword's body radiated divine light, and the sharp and domineering Qi shot out, spreading the contamination on the sword. The golden Buddha flames on his body disappeared.
"kill!"
As soon as the voice fell, the sword light flashed, and the sword energy was already hitting his face. The duel between the two monks at the peak of Nascent Soul caused drastic changes in the celestial phenomena.
The sound of the wind and the roar of swords shook hundreds of miles, and the rumbling sound was like thunder. Even though they were in the void, the vision of the fight was still shocking.
The monks in the surrounding area were all alarmed by this energy, and they all used their spiritual thoughts. However, before they could get close to the two of them, they were scattered by the aftermath of the fight between the two sides.
Many monks with shallow cultivation were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and their spiritual thoughts collapsed on the spot, and their bodies and souls disappeared. Only monks at the Nascent Soul level could barely spy on them.
In Jiangnan Daofu City, where the Xuanjing Division is stationed, the commander-in-chief Zhou Mingjing stands on a high building. The breeze blows, his clothes are flying, and the mysterious light hangs from his body, like strands, like substance.
He looked in a certain direction and sighed quietly. "National Master Pudu Cihang, Taoist Kunlun Qingxu, how did they meet?"
At this moment, Zhou Ming's camera hurt extremely.
Just now, he noticed the motivation behind Su Ming's fight with Taoist Qingxu, so he used the French Net to pass on the news and ordered the Xuanjing Division to investigate. However, the news he got made him very embarrassed.
When the power of Yuanshen is hidden from the world, those two people are monks standing on the top of the pyramid. Even in the world of immortality, there are few people who can compare with them, let alone their identities. Very unusual.
One is the Grand Master of Zhou Dynasty, and the other is the direct descendant of Kunlun. The death of either of them will cause an uproar.
Not to mention, both of them are Yuanying Dzogchen monks. With his cultivation level, even if he wanted to intervene, it would be difficult for him to do so. If he intervenes hastily, even the aftermath of their fight will not be something he can bear. .
"well!"
With a soft sigh, Zhou Mingjing immediately disappeared from the attic. Even if he couldn't intervene, as the commander of the Jiangnan Dao Xuanjing Division, he had to go and take a look.
At the same time, the Immortal Cultivation Sect in Jiangnan Dao also felt the powerful energy and the overbearing sword energy, but they closed the gate tightly and strictly prohibited their disciples from exploring, for fear of causing trouble.
And some old antiques who were in retreat in the sect also walked out of the cave and disappeared into the sect. How could you not go and take a look at such a huge momentum?
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Deep under the mountain, an underground palace stands here, with doors made of gold nails and vermillion lacquer, and walls made of crystal jade and amber. The main hall is covered with glazed tiles, and the gold and jade shine, exuding a vast and ancient aura.
Deep in the hall, a dark figure had a faint gaze, and his whole body was filled with cold and dangerous energy.
"Holy Son, this is the image engraved on the image stone."
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded in the hall, and a figure knelt on the ground, holding a pure white stone in his hands, with a very respectful attitude.
The dark figure turned around, revealing his true face, a pale face, cold eyes, a pair of bright and dazzling eyes, the eyes were glowing with blood, and there was a faint hint of bloodthirst.
He is none other than Mo Lihai, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect who secretly met with the Ghost King in the northwest.
I saw Mo Lihai's cold eyes glancing gently, and a huge spiritual thought swept across the image stone, converting the image inside
"The power of public resentment is still not enough. Instruct the people below to continue collecting. In addition, keep an eye on this Pudu Cihang. Every move he makes must be reported to me. Do you understand?" The voice was not loud, but there was a hint in his mouth. An unquestionable sense of dominance.
"clear!"
The man in black who was kneeling on the ground kowtowed quickly, but he was secretly complaining in his heart. Pudu Cihang was the real Yuanying, how could he be so easy to stare at?
But he only dared to say this in his heart. No matter how difficult it was to target him, he had to arrange for someone to do it. Otherwise, he would end up like his predecessor, who would be thrown into the blood pool and become a nutrient. .
However, just when Mo Lihai was about to say something, he noticed the aura, a look of wonder appeared on his face, a light flashed in his eyes, the powerful energy in his body vibrated, and the entire underground palace began to slowly tremble. .
After a while, he calmed down and took a long breath. "That's all, no need. Pudu Cihang's abilities are as good as mine. It's all in vain for you to go!"
The words were no longer cold and harsh, but had a more complicated meaning.
"Yes, Lord Holy Son!"
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A sword roar resounded through the void. It was inaudible at the beginning. After a moment, it sounded like gold and stone, and then, the sound of jade rose higher and higher. Like the roar of a dragon, like the cry of a phoenix, like the chirping of a crane, they are thousands and thousands of them, moving in the wind, and responding from all directions.
Taoist Qingxu held the unparalleled sword in his hand, and the surroundings were filled with cold white light, coming from across the sky, endless, and seemed to fill the entire world.
Sharp, swift, and domineering.
Strong, vast, and unstoppable.
On the other side, Su Ming was unafraid, his eyes slightly raised and his expression indifferent.
"Cut the karma and raise the sword!"
The Karma Sword rose up in response to the sound, the holy light shone brightly, and a strong righteousness filled the surroundings, shaking the void. Su Ming held the sword in a solemn and precious form, possessing an awe-inspiring and inviolable power.
"The holy lotus transforms into a thousand things!"
With a shout, thousands of sword energy soared into the sky, criss-crossing, shaking the heaven and the earth. As he thought, the sword light that filled the sky once again burst out with terrifying light, intertwined with each other, and the murderous intent was cold and fierce.
Su Ming's whole body manifested the appearance of the Tathagata, and the spiritual light behind him flickered, and the vast and pure Buddha Yuan poured into the sword. Suddenly, the sword light all over the sky condensed into lotus flowers, and the divine light circulated and turned into a barrier. Intertwined, lying in front of him.
"Boom!"
Taoist Qingxu exerted all his strength and penetrated the void with an extremely powerful sword. Suddenly, the surrounding space was cut open by the escaped sword energy. The dark cracks were extremely deep and fleeting.
A powerful one, slashing directly on the barrier formed by the sword lotus.
However, the barrier in front of Su Ming was intact!
"How can this be?"
Seeing this scene, Taoist Qingxu's complexion changed drastically. He took one of his own blows, but he was unscathed!
"Come again!"
The pride of being a sword cultivator did not allow him to accept this fact. Taoist Qingxu flashed, grabbed the Wushuang Sword in his hand, and went straight towards Su Ming to kill him.
However, Su Ming's expression did not change and he still responded calmly and fought with Taoist Qingxu.
In an instant, the Wushuang sword and the Karma-cutting sword collided with each other thousands of times!
The sound of the earth-shattering collision resounded throughout the world. If a heavy hammer enters the clouds, it will break open thousands of golden lights, and the stream of light will first go in all directions and sweep away everything. The murderous intent that fills the sky is like the wind and frost reflecting the autumn waves, rushing toward our faces and gathering together, making our souls feel miserable and chilling to our bones.
The evil spirit is rising, and the murderous intention is boiling. Such murderous intention has never been seen before!
Not far away, a Nascent Soul cultivator approached, and was unexpectedly affected by their battle. He was hit by a sword energy, and his body suddenly collapsed, turning into a rain of blood and falling, leaving only a terrified Nascent Soul.
Before the Nascent Soul could escape, another bright sword light cut through the void and directly divided the Nascent Soul into two.
Even before his death, the Yuanying's frightened look remained on his face.
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the monks surrounding them changed drastically, and they were extremely horrified. They retreated thousands of miles away, for fear of being affected by them. What's more, he didn't even look at it, he directly set up the escape light and ran away.
Just the aftermath of the battle easily killed a Nascent Soul cultivator. This level of battle was not something they could participate in.
And this sword also made some monks stop wanting to take advantage of the opportunity and watch the battle honestly. Even if such a character is injured, they are not someone they can take advantage of.
"They are really fighting!" Thousands of miles away from the battle between the two, Zhou Mingjing felt the murderous intent and secretly complained in his heart.
Both sides are serious about it. The battle cannot stop before either side admits defeat. But fortunately, both of them have extraordinary identities, so their lives are not in danger.
He cast a sidelong glance at the monks who were watching. Many of them were familiar faces, including the Nascent Soul monks who were old and withered.
These people are all here to pick up bargains, but it’s a pity...
Zhou Mingjing sneered in his heart, withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention to them.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of sword chants continued in the void, and with a shocking explosion, the two separated.
"Huh~"
Taoist Qingxu was dripping with sweat, his face was red, and his sword-holding hand was trembling under the cover of his big sleeves. Even with spiritual energy, it still didn't get better.
When they first fought, even though Taoist Qingxu's swordsmanship was far superior to that of Su Ming, under the illumination of his terrifying physical power and the light of his soul, they were still evenly matched.
Every time the swords clashed, the vibrations coming from the blades were extremely overbearing, wave after wave. After fighting for so long, his whole body was a little numb.
"I take back what I just said. You are more powerful than I thought. You are worthy of this sword." Even though they are now fighting with real fire, Taoist Qingxu still has to admit this ironclad fact.
"Are you admitting defeat?" Su Ming looked at Taoist Qingxu who had lost his cool posture and said with a half-smile.
"snort!"
Taoist Qingxu's expression changed, his eyes were sharp, he snorted coldly, and the sound waves rolled, detonating a shocking air flow, and the light and shadow intertwined.
"uh-huh!"
At this time, a cold snort came from the ears of the monks who were watching, and their souls seemed to have solidified as if they were struck by lightning. Fortunately, it only took a moment and they returned to normal.
But after they recovered, their faces were pale and their expressions were frightened.
Walk!
Go quickly!
At this moment, there was only one thought left in their minds, and everything else was left behind. If they didn't leave, they might stay here forever.
The unlucky guy just now didn't even have any scum left. Now it seems that they might have done it on purpose just now.
Two people were fighting here, and they came to watch, just like watching a show. How could he bear this?
In fact, the sword strike just now was indeed intentional. The person who struck it was not Su Ming, but Taoist Qingxu.
The tyranny and superiority of the Kunlun Taoist monks were engraved in their bones. Su Ming attacked them. Qingxu Taoist was already angry. Now he saw so many people watching them like monkeys. How could he not be angry?
That unlucky guy had evil thoughts in his heart, and was noticed by Taoist Qingxu's sensitive sword heart, so he cooked him casually and killed the chicken to scare the monkeys.
It's a pity that there are not many smart people, so he has to be warned directly.
On the other side, Zhou Mingjing continued to stay here because he was far away, and he had no ill intentions and was open-minded. Taoist Qingxu also ignored him.
"Come again!"
After snorting coldly, the Wushuang Sword rose again, and thousands of brilliant sword lights shot out with a long roar, blooming behind it like a peacock opening its tail, and even though his mind turned, it turned into a bird that flapped its wings and screamed. silver sword phoenix.
"Bah!"
The sword phoenix flapped its wings and screamed, cutting through the void, shattering a large turbulent airflow, and spread its wings towards Su Ming.
However, in the face of this move, Su Ming did not dare to take it lightly. He wiped away the smile on his face, looked solemn, grabbed the sword and waved it gently.
Smooth, straight, silent.
Silent, truly silent.
There is no movement, all energy, all time and space are covered.
At this moment, Taoist Qingxu frowned slightly. There was nothing around him and he couldn't feel anything. It was as if he had done nothing.
But, how is this possible?
Suddenly, he seemed to have something in his heart. When he looked up, he saw a cold sword light slashing towards him. It was silent, and even with his Yuanying monk's spiritual sense, he couldn't sense it.
When he reaches this level, he understands the Great Dao and senses misfortunes and blessings in the dark, so that he can seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and enjoy immortal blessings forever. If the secret is not concealed, someone will have a premonition of scheming, let alone the karma-killing sword that is approaching?
This is beyond imagination and completely impossible, but it really happened!
As a leisurely sword light emerged, time and space seemed to pause and freeze at this moment. Only that sword light penetrated everything and appeared in the mind with a transcendent attitude.
"Becoming an Immortal in One Step"
The next moment, the sword light bloomed like a lotus, criss-crossing one after another, and even the void opened a crack that was ten miles long. From the crack in the dark space, the strong wind roared out, wiping out everything, and disappeared in another space in an instant.
However, after another breath, thunder rolled in the sky and resounded in all directions for a long time. Sword light and thunder light overlap one after another, looking in all directions.
The roaring sound of thunder directly knocked the sword phoenix away, and then it roared towards him unabated.
"Sword Qi Leiyin?"
Taoist Qingxu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was dumbfounded. He actually saw the sound of sword energy and thunder in a monk who was not a sword cultivator. This was such a ridiculous thing.
Even he hasn't mastered the secret of this kind of swordsmanship!
At this moment, the panel on Su Ming's body quietly changed.
Character: Su Ming
Identity: Pudu Cihang
Title: Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty, (already worn) Wearing effect: affinity increased by 10%, understanding increased by 10%, charm increased by 10%.
Daoxing: nine hundred years (+)
Cultivation: Half-step soul
Luck value: two thousand
Skills: The second level of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra (+), the first level of the Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon Seal, and the first level of the Tathagata Sword Technique.
Magical weapons: Bodhi rosary, King Ming’s karma-killing sword
Talent: Soul Swallowing
