Immortals take action, and a big demon instantly surrounds them, and the battle results are shared equally afterwards. There have been many bloody lessons like this in history.

The young swordsman who was the pride of heaven was captured. The family elders or the swordsman who preached the truth went to save him. He died again, the swordsman went again and died, and the swordsman's best friend saved him again, but he still died.

In the end, it was the young swordsman who died the last. There was a young swordsman who suffered this disaster. Even in the end, he was still not killed by the big demon. The young man with incomplete limbs and broken flying sword was just killed by the big monster.

The demon casually threw it on the ground. When retreating, he ordered all the demon clan to take a detour and leave the proud son of the sky to the Great Sword Qi Wall. Many young people whose natal flying swords were beaten to pieces and the Changsheng Bridge completely collapsed were often this one.

The end result is either to accumulate some strength on the battlefield and choose to commit suicide, or to be carried away from the battlefield and commit suicide later in the city.

The wild world only cares about victory or defeat and life and death, and never cares about the process.

Ning Yao said: "Then they will regret it."

He gently shook hands from left to right and took out the sword from its sheath. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the big demon who had sacrificed a white jade palace.

In front of the line where the old man in gray and the fourteen peak demons stood, huge whirlpools suddenly appeared, with sword tips breaking through the void and slowly coming out.

Just like between the Wild World and the Sword Qi Great Wall, a total of fifteen small worlds have been added.

In the vast world, sword cultivators are asking all the great demons about their swords at the same time.

No matter what realm they are in, the Wild World and the Great Sword Qi Wall, both parties actually know very well that on today's battlefield, the more attention is paid to the Sword Qi Great Wall, the greater the chance of death in the next battle. You can avoid death.

, is looking for death. If you could die slowly, you will die faster.

First up is Chen Pingan.

There are left and right behind.

Haoran, the holy lineage of the world, has never been unreasonable.

The burly man in golden armor suddenly showed his huge true body, and the golden armor on his body expanded. He still firmly suppressed the big monster. The golden armored man stretched out his hand against the tip of the sword, and pushed back together with the long sword and the whirlpool.

, in the end, the long sword and the whirlpool were shattered together, and the golden armor on his body was splashed by the sword energy. The man just didn't look at it. He just looked down at the golden palm and saw a small gap. Unfortunately, he was quickly touched by the thick golden light elsewhere.

After gathering together to cover and fill up the hole, the burly man was very angry and returned to his human form. After thinking about it again, he decided that in the next battle, this man with high swordsmanship must be dealt with by himself.

Above the line, those big demons who could sit on the ancient well throne each used their magical powers, and some punched to scatter the flying swords and whirlpools.

Some movements were so loud that the earth trembled. For example, the sword immortal standing at the feet of the withered demon Bai Ying was using sword against sword. The sword tips of different sizes touched each other, causing countless sparks to fall, like a gorgeous fire rain falling on the earth.

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Some great demons use mystical means to create a small world and collide with it.

The bearded man did not take action himself, but simply asked his disciple to rise into the air with his sword and draw out his sword to resist.

The man in Confucian robes dealt with it the most easily and freely, letting the huge flying sword fly out of the whirlpool and rush straight towards it. Then the flying sword reduced its sword energy in the air, and the size of the flying sword changed drastically, and finally turned into a

A miniature flying sword, the size of a pocket, hovered in front of the man in a Confucian shirt. He put his fingers together, smiled slightly, and turned it casually. The flying sword turned around and flew towards a very far place on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It disappeared suddenly.

The Confucian saint sitting at one end of the city also flicked his flying sword into the billowing white mist formed by the long river of time in the wild world. Then in the next moment, inexplicably, from the head of the man in Confucian shirt from the south,

Falling straight from the sky, the man smiled and raised his sleeves. The flying sword immediately dissipated, and the sharp flying sword with a bit of the aura of the river of time returned to the world.

On the battlefield, the child never cared about the sword light behind him that shot through the air from beginning to end, and the subsequent white jade palace that was destroyed by a sword from the top of the city and scattered in all directions.

However, the sword light leaving the sword gourd shattered, and the white jade palace exploded, causing the sword energy around the battlefield where the two were to be disordered, and the child's vision became slightly blurred.

The child twitched the corner of his mouth, gently pushed the big demon's head away from his feet, and kicked it away to avoid getting in the way. A dead direct disciple of Tuoyue Mountain is not a senior brother.

The child retracted his legs and just stood there, not hiding or moving.

The other party is finally willing to take action. He is really a good old man with a gentle temperament.

There is no point in being so cautious. After leaving the city and confronting yourself, it is difficult to live and the easiest is to die.

But when he thought about how to dispose of the body and soul to induce Ning Yao on the top of the city to take the initiative to fight with him and die together, the child felt a little embarrassed.

He really can't do the trick of chewing hands and feet, and chewing people's faces. He is not a monster, and he doesn't have a real body that can move hundreds of feet. Even if he opens his mouth to the maximum, how long does it take to bite people to disgust him?

If I didn't disgust others, I would be disgusted to death. Moreover, I am just a half-hearted swordsman with an unstable soul. Just practicing swordsmanship is already very strenuous. I have never learned the magic of the Immortal family that uses the soul as a wick to light it.

ah.

Now that I have given myself a child named "Li Zhen", I just want to fight if I want to, but I find that when I get to the battlefield, I have so much to think about and have nothing to do. I regret that I was too careless in practicing swordsmanship before, and then I was beaten by a certain person.

The jealousy and resentment hidden deep in the hearts of some senior brothers and sisters made them happy.

Li Zhen looked around, absentmindedly.

The opponent was okay, he was a swordsman who had the two natal flying swords.

A flying sword is extremely slender and sharp, like a needle and thread, with an ancient meaning and a touch of pine waves. It is somewhat similar to many flying swords of swordsmen that are not very lethal but kill quickly.

A natal weapon, with the aura of thunder and lightning, without covering up, and completely unwilling to hide, this is more like those swordsmen who are famous for their outstanding killing power.

No wonder he is quite capable of making even the boss Sword Immortal place heavy bets.

It's just a little weird. He obviously used two flying swords in one go, but they were not used to kill the enemy. The opponent still came close to him and was quite fast.

The child was a little worried because he had too many possessions. After leaving Tuoyue Mountain with his master, he was busy collecting gifts all day long. First, the senior brothers and sisters insisted on giving them away, and then the big monsters who couldn't remember their names went up to the pole to give them away.

, do you really think you are a collector of rags? It is simply a delay in your practice. I never thought that it would finally come in handy today. Otherwise, as your level increases, you will have to deal with a lot of rags every few years. You will not be happy to give them away, and you will lose them again and again.

It's a pity, so Master is right, don't be too lazy in your cultivation. It's not too late to be lazy if you reach the upper five realms as soon as possible. After all, you have learned the magical power of the universe in your sleeve, and you can save a lot of trouble. You won't be afraid of the mountains of thousands of magic weapons.

.The senior sister who has now gone into seclusion once said that the world is so rich that it is unimaginable. There are simply countless immortal sects. Those monks, big and small, with high and low realms, are all smart and even more afraid.

Death, in order not to die, you can ignore everything. When you get there, it will be fun to test your heart more.

As soon as the child hesitated, he stopped hesitating and just took one of his moves. If he had the ability to bring out an extra flying sword, he would take one. If he had that immortal treasure, he would hit my head with it.

It's just that this move allowed the opponent to give up, without delaying him to prepare for the next move. He agreed to let the opponent die as soon as possible, and it was not a boast.

So it was true that the child stood still. Within ten feet, the ground rose by more than an inch, as if a medium-sized earth platform was pulled out. Then in an instant, in all directions, not only the battlefield where the two of them were, but also people as far away as the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Near the city head, hundreds of feet higher in the air than the city head, there is a certain kind of pure sword intention from the same source as the avenue, rather than sword energy, which condenses into substance without warning, criss-crossing this high platform.

, it is wrapped with silk threads, inextricably linked, and under the sunlight, the snow-white sword intent shines brightly, intertwining to form a sword intent cage that seems to be detaining the child.

The man in green shirt did not choose to fight for his life in close quarters. In the moment before the cage appeared, he seemed to have noticed the strangeness in the world and changed his route. He did not stop and stood still, but slowed down slightly, like that

A lonely wild ghost with a touch of blue smoke wandered ten feet away from the child, never getting close to the sword-filled prison. He held a stack of talismans in each hand, endless, throwing them out at will, or letting the talismans

Floating in the wind, or embedded around the earth, from time to time some yellow paper talismans approached the high earth platform that was slightly higher than the earth, and were silently torn into pieces by the static sword light condensed by those swords.

In the end, the pieces were scattered on that high platform.

Li Zhen was a little disappointed, "You don't dare to trade your life with me? You are such a boring swordsman. I rarely seize the opportunity to die generously. I'm not a relative, and we don't have any

It’s the custom of burning yellow paper during Qingming Festival, what are you doing?”

Li Zhen walked slowly, and the whole cage also moved with it. The sword energy that was originally scattered between heaven and earth gathered more and more, and the cage became bigger and bigger. For some reason, outside the Great Wall of Sword Energy, everything with

Many ancient swordsmen with different origins chose an extremely rare stillness at this moment. They neither followed that swordsmanship, merged with each other, nor were they too hostile to intercept.

The two old swordsmen who carved big characters on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Xi and Qi Tingji, said from the bottom of their hearts: "It was the senior swordsman who observed the remaining sword power left here in his early years. For thousands of years, he has never favored any sword qi."

Descendants of the Great Wall, no wonder."

Qi Tingji frowned and sneered: "Senior? This kind of bastard who can abandon his swordsmanship in order to reach the top of his swordsmanship can also be called our senior?"

Chen Xi did not want to get entangled in this matter, and said with emotion: "Thanks to Chen Ping'an running fast, otherwise the Yuanying sword cultivator would have to sacrifice his body to have a chance of survival. But in this way, how can he continue?"

beat."

Qi Tingji looked into the distance, "Chen Ping'an's fist power needs to go through a process of closing and releasing if he wants to reach his peak. That kid is also not idle, and he is also good at creating opportunities and seizing them. Otherwise, as soon as he comes up,

It's not that easy to do just this one move, and most of the other sword intentions have to be blocked. Fortunately, Chen Ping'an is not too disadvantaged. This kind of opportunity to use the great road of heaven and earth to sharpen the true meaning of boxing is not common. After all, this is just a borrowed

The sword array is just for temporary use, it won’t last long.”

Chen Xi shook his head and said: "Don't forget who the other party is now. There will be no shortage of good things around him."

Li Zhen strolled on the battlefield and said with a smile: "One move has passed. It's not a problem for you to wander around like this all the time. Don't think that you can arrange the talisman array casually because you are far away from me. Do you know?

You are so annoying. Do you really think I can only stand and get beaten?"

The child shook his sleeves, and a crystal clear seal rolled out. He stepped on it through the muddy platform and fell to the ground below.

Then he threw out an unsheathed broken sword with only half of it remaining. It was stained with rust and the sword's light was muddy.

The child shook out a small and exquisite bronze pagoda from his sleeve. It seemed to be an imitation of the Bai Yujing of Qingmingtianxia. However, the pagoda was on the verge of being broken. The gaps were obvious and it seemed a bit unusable. Most of them could be sacrificed once and then it would not matter. The pagoda

It fell, just because it was extremely heavy, and it fell directly into the earth without a trace.

Li Zhen kept walking, and it happened again and again. Every time he dropped an immortal treasure, he would step on it and keep it in place. As he walked, he would throw it back and say: "Every time I step down, it will be a little

I am kindly reminding you that your flying sword cannot break through the sword formation. At least you can take the opportunity to control the flying sword, drill into the ground, see if you can poke me from the bottom up, you are better off, don't appreciate it, very

I want to wait for death. Okay, let’s see if you throw out more Qingming yellow paper, or if it’s faster for me to help you clean your grave with my treasures.”

Li Zhen once threw a scroll and found that it had fallen to the ground but had not been opened. In fact, it did not hinder the operation of the treasure. The child still squatted down and spread it out. It was a dilapidated scroll of the Eighteen Swordsmen.

Li Zhen then stood up and continued walking. He lifted his feet slowly, but he could move more than ten feet with one step.

Whenever Li Zhen made a move, the nearest long line of sword formation would automatically bypass the child's hands and feet, without Li Zhen even making a slight movement of his mind.

Li Zhen just walked casually like this, leaving a treasure every three or four miles. In the end, if the rank was too low, he didn't plan to show it out to embarrass himself. Li Zhen finally stood still, stretched out his two fingers, and twisted a piece of treasure that was always hanging

The long slanted sword intention stopped a foot away in front of him, gently twisting and buzzing, and said with a smile: "The original prisoner Guanzhao, what kind of swordsmanship can reach the sky, it is really difficult for me to imagine now."

, In the early years, I worked with some important people outside Chen Qingdu, and we went to high places with our swords, and our strength was stronger than the sky. It's a pity that I can't remember it."
To be continued...