Miejue Immortal Lord said: "I can wait!"

The scene was silent for a while.

At this moment, an uproar sounded in the crowd.

Everyone looked in the sound and suddenly realized that it was the movement caused by Li Hanguang's picture.

The Immortal King Miejue looked at the person in the picture, his cold eyes were slightly stunned.

...

Li Hanguang stood there, closing his eyes tightly, and he didn't even notice that his hand was holding the rusty sword.

He seemed to have entered a brand new world.

He was forgotten by all the laws and immortal powers. He was like a mortal, dancing the sword in his hand.

His sword is not fast or slow, and he is a little awkward, like a beginner.

Later, I became familiar with it. The strong wind blew under the sword and there was also a sword shadow.

A flowing clouds floated by above my head.

It seems that he has been in this world where he is not aware of the reality or the dream.

His sword became faster and faster, gradually moving away from the limit visible to the naked eye. He could only see several thin white lines dancing in the air.

But his brows frowned, as if he was dissatisfied.

He lowered his speed and returned to his previous state, frowned slightly, as if he was adjusting his state, looking for a point that fits in the dark.

Cold comes and heat goes, and spring and autumn are the days.

His sword was getting slower and slower, even slower than at the beginning, but there was no awkwardness, and there was a little more indescribable perfection and rigor.

But his expression gradually calmed down, as if he was enjoying the process.

His movements were indeed very slow.

Every move seemed to be slowed down countless times. Even a three-year-old child came with a sword, which was much faster than him.

But if someone looks at it here, he will not have any thoughts of getting bored.

I only feel that every move, every moment of his expression, temperament, and distance between his hands and feet and the sword are always kept in a relatively fixed position as if he had undergone extremely precise measurements.

Full of unspeakable viewing.

It makes people immerse themselves in it.

The old pine trees on the edge of the cliff are swept away by the autumn wind, and countless needles are added, and the winter snow colors them, and melts into the wind and rain in a blink of an eye.

He seemed to have stopped completely.

If it weren't for the needles dancing with the wind, it would be a surprise that time had stopped.

Only by careful observation can you find that he is not still, but moving at an extremely small amplitude, adjusting, and looking for the distance that is most in line with the Tao.

A natural aura gradually appeared on his body.

It is like blending into the wind and dancing with the mountain wind, and it will turn into a flowing cloud in the next moment.

His robe was roaring, but his hands holding the sword were as stable as a rock that had not moved for thousands of years.

Until one day, a heavy rain came to the top of the mountain.

The lightning broke through the sky and exuded an awesome atmosphere.

He slowly opened his eyes, with a brilliance that could not be described in words, which was more dazzling than the lightning that broke through the sky.

At the same time, his hand was done.

His sword had already merged into part of his body, and he moved slowly forward.

The sword goes forward and it is a thorn.

This pierce through the wind and rain and came to the void three feet away, silently.

The whole world is quiet.

Those uncountable raindrops float quietly between the world, as if they were frozen.

There was a light sound!

A water droplet exploded at the foot of the mountain nearest to the ground, making a slight sound.

Then there were two more snaps.

The two drops of water hanging between Li Hanguang's hair were broken and turned into tiny splashes of water, illuminating the light in his eyes.

Then the sound of bangs formed, and all the raindrops in the world exploded.

Breaking up does not mean stopping. The tiny water droplets that split out split again in the next moment, turning into tiny particles that are difficult to understand.

The rainfall was originally extremely strong, enough to bend the toughest weeds.

At this moment, he lost all his power instantly and turned into countless subtle water droplets, fluttering between heaven and earth with the wind.

There was a heavy fog between the world.

The heavy fog covered the whole world with a layer of invisible veil, but it could not stop the light of those eyes.

Li Hanguang raised his hand and moved again, and the ordinary sword lifted up from bottom to top, lifting it as light as if it was shaking the whole world.

The whole fog suddenly surged and turned towards the sky, like a water dragon covering the sky. It seemed as hazy as smoke, but it blocked the rainfall falling from the sky again.

Each tiny raindrop is like a tiny sword.

The world is torn apart!

The sword force rises again.

cut!

smoke!

collapse!

stir!

...

A simple move, without any other movements, made the whole world terrifying.

Cangdang!

At the end of the last move, Li Hanguang returned the sword to the sheath, and the whole world was torn apart neatly and cut into countless pieces.

He opened his eyes and was still on the top of the mountain.

The aura on his body is filled with the vicissitudes of life, like a sword that has been silent for countless years, about to reappear on earth.

The thin volume of scriptures is still there, I don’t know if it was blown by the wind or something, but it just happened to be on the last page.

The above is the last move that Li Hanguang used!

Buzz!

His eyebrows showed a simple and simple light, like an ancient sword, and appeared on his eyebrows like an imprint.

The light flashed, and the ancient sword split into thirteen, like an unfolded fan, shining in the middle of his eyebrows, with a sharp aura, and his power was powerful without anger.

The thirteenth level of swordsmanship is the great perfection!

It can also be called the Thirteen-ring sword law!

Click.

The rusty ancient sword sounded, and the rust fell off, shaking a little stone foam, revealing two ancient characters.

"Yuanshi!"

Li Hanguang held the hilt of the sword in his hand and looked carefully, and developed unprecedented affection for the sword.

This is the sword of the Qinglian Sword Ancestor.

It is also the first sword since the creation of the world!

From another perspective, it can be called the true "Sword Ancestor"!

"The famous sword Fengchen is sad and lamentable!"

"The acquired way is the way that our acquired spirits should pursue, and they have endless possibilities!"

"I will do my best to carry forward the sword path and not be buried!"

The Yuanshi sword buzzed, as if extremely satisfied and relieved, and then turned into a simple silver bracelet tied to Li Hanguang's right wrist.

...

"This is...he actually succeeded!"

The immortal king of Nanhua was extremely excited, and his old face turned red with excitement!

The general Bai Qi was also excited: "The inheritance of swordsmanship has been cut off since the Sword Ancestor. Unexpectedly, there will be another successor today! This is a sign of the great prosperity of our human race!"
To be continued...