Qin Yun took an anxious move and was the strongest sword move he had just mastered. The sixth style of the Dream Sword, "First See Thunderbolt". This move is like the spring breeze and drizzle, very gentle and restrained in power.

call.

A wisp of mist and rain flashed through the chaotic battlefield. Many top forces in the battlefield competed for treasures.

"Brother Yu Dao, I'm better than me, these are my best." A young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks repelled a Taoist practitioner. As soon as he reached out, five misty air columns condensed in the air. These five air columns directly captured the pile of treasures flying close by. At this time, Qin Yun's "Yunyu Sword" flew past! In order to save his son Meng Huan, the Yanyu Sword controlled by Qin Yun was killed at the shortest distance.

"I want to steal my baby?" The young man in Taoist robe changed his face when he saw this.

The strange and powerful man uses magic weapons to kill them, especially when his treasure is about to be obtained, everyone will think that he is here to snatch the treasure.

Although Qin Yun's flying sword was introverted, the young man in Taoist robe still noticed a faint sense of threat and naturally did not dare to neglect it.

"go."

While distracted from grabbing the treasure, he waved the whisk in his right hand.

call.

The thousands of silk threads of the whisk immediately surged and crossed the sky. Many silk threads roared to block the flying sword of mist and rain. The young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks was quite confident: "My whisk is a spiritual treasure. It has been refining for thousands of years. His best thing is to entangle and block the enemy."

"Hmm?" Qin Yun, who was following the flying, saw this scene, his eyes flashed with a sharp light. The demon god in the distance was dealing with Meng Huan and the others. This man was still blocking his magic weapon flying sword?

"break!"

Qin Yun's heart moved.

The originally gentle wisp of mist suddenly burst out, and a low "boom" sound broke out, causing the third level of the Yuanshen Realm present to tremble slightly, and huge ferocious wounds appeared in the void. From the extent of tearing the void... the power of the attack could also be seen. The power of the attack was made by Qin Yunfei's sword, which changed the color of the young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and Taoist robe.

With that explosion, thousands of whisk silks exploded and shattered.

A large amount of silk thread flew back quickly and flew back into the whisk.

"What a terrible flying sword! The strength is probably comparable to that of a celestial immortal. Why did such a great master suddenly appear here?" The young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks was heartbroken, "I only have dozens of treasures in this wave. Is it worth robbing such a master? Such strength should be at the forefront."

The closest to the pagoda are the strongest ones.

When you are close, it is naturally more convenient to grab treasures.

"At worst, let him do it?" The young man in Taoism was unwilling to compete with this mysterious master.

call out.

Just when he had this idea, the wisp of mist that broke the whisk thread flew away and flew towards Meng Huan in the distance.

The young man in Taoist robe was slightly stunned when he saw this. At this time, he fully understood: "It turned out that he was not here to steal my treasure."

...

Qin Yun controlled his natal flying sword "Yuyu Sword" to pass through the battlefield and easily defeated the whisk silk thread. The power made some intentional strong men present remember it secretly.

But this wisp of mist and rain... did not run towards the pagoda in the center, but rushed towards the edge of the distance.

"Um?"

"What's going on?" Some of the third level of the Yuanshen Realm saw the Smoky Rain Sword flying over. Without enough treasures, they would rather avoid it. They all vaguely judged the strength of the master of the flying sword.

This mist and rain sword did pass by them quickly and did not attack them.

"Why did this flying sword keep flying towards the edge?"

"Who does it want to attack?"

One by one, one by one, doubt.

Of course, the thoughts of these strong men flashed by, and the flying sword had reached its real goal.

"We won't argue with him anymore, give it to him." The woman in green, the thin man, Meng Huan, all of them had white faces and blood on the corners of their mouths. The woman in green quickly sent a message to make a decision and gave up that wave of treasures!

"I hope this demon will not get entangled with us after taking the treasure."

Meng Huan and the others all think so.

They want to stay in the ancient Yu world for more time to get more treasures.

Let’s give up this wave of treasures for the time being. It’s better for the three of them who are always forced to use a big move to move away.

"Hahaha." The huge palm of the burly demon god finally grabbed the treasure in the air. He grabbed the long stick with his other hand and continued to slash at Meng Huan and the others without mercy. "You three dare to fight with me?"

First, they were unhappy, Meng Huan and the other two dared to bother, and second, they were used to fighting with Taoism, so they naturally would not show mercy if they had the chance.

"I still refuse to leave after I get the treasure!" The women in green, Meng Huan and the others were all anxious.

"Do you just give up like this? Leaving the Guyu Realm?" Meng Huan said silently, "But the treasure I have collected is not enough to ask the old man without eyes to help. When will I find my father without eyes to help?"

suddenly--

"Um?"

The stick that was originally slashing at them, but it roared and blocked the burly demon god. The burly demon god no longer had the arrogance he had before, but was extremely solemn.

"It turned out to be a move on me?" The burly demon god had already secretly noticed the terrifying flying sword. Who would have thought that the flying sword would actually come straight to him.

Holding the long stick with both hands was like stirring the sea, trying to unload the flying sword aside.

"Bang."

But when the flying sword and the long stick collided, it seemed as if a huge world hit the long stick. The burly demon god could not relieve his strength at all! With a low explosion, the void torn apart. The huge body of the burly demon god couldn't help but staggered in the void and retreated more than ten steps, while the smolder flying sword flashed and disappeared into the void.

call out!

When it appears again, it will be behind the burly demon god.

The fourth stance of the Dream Sword - the phases! Since Qin Yun's swordsmanship reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm, his previous sword moves have naturally undergone transformation, which is more complete and mysterious, more powerful, and easier and more natural to use.

"Stick method - splashing the wind!" A long stick in the hand of the burly demon god instantly turned into a strong wind, whistling around his whole body. He is also the peak demon god of the third heaven, so naturally he is not easy to mess with.

Puff puff puff!!!

The Sword God of Yanyu was elusive and attacked from all directions. Even though the burly demon god tried his best to stop him, he still cut big wounds on his body, dripping blood. This is because his body is extremely powerful... If his body is weaker, he may be killed with one sword.

"freeze."

Qin Yun was flying closer and closer at this moment.

The sword move of the Smoky Rain Sword has changed.

The third style of the Dream Sword - the bright moon and night are cool.

This move can freeze the void and the body of creatures. Qin Yun's control over the void becomes more and more wise, and this move will naturally become more and more unfathomable. The burly demon god can clearly feel that the blood in the blood vessels in his body begins to be frozen, the blood flow slows down, ice crystals are formed in his muscles, muscles and bones, and the speed of the whole body begins to decrease sharply.

"Kill." Follow the Yanyu Sword to change again!

From the bright moonlight night to the strongest, I immediately turned to the strongest - the first meeting of Pili.

Like a breeze, like a drizzle.

The flying sword directly rushed towards the burly demon god's chest.

"No." Although the burly demon god's speed immediately began to rise, the flying sword came too fast and went straight to the vital point of his chest. He could only grit his teeth with ferociousness, and blood was oozing out of his gums. He waved the long stick in his hand with all his strength, but it was obviously slower. He could only give up the long stick in his hand and blocked his chest with both hands at the same time. His palms were also comparable to some first-grade magic weapons.

However, a seemingly gentle sword.

But there was a bang.

His hands exploded, and blood was dripping, and the burly demon god flew backwards. However, his chest was at least intact, but his hands were injured too seriously. Now a large amount of flesh and blood is constantly growing and growing rapidly.

"What." The many Yuanshen Realms who were paying attention to the field were secretly surprised. They seriously injured a third-level peak demon god in just over ten moves? This is the strength of the Heavenly God Demon level!

Qin Yun had already flew close to him, looked at the burly demon god coldly, waved his hand, and the sword energy swept over the long red copper stick and pulled it towards him.

"Who is he?" The woman in green looked at Qin Yun's appearance and was a little confused. "It looks like an ordinary sword immortal, but its strength is comparable to that of a celestial immortal. When did such a terrifying ordinary sword immortal appear in my bright world?"

"It must be a reincarnated immortal." The thin man looked at Qin Yun, but was quite excited.

Meng Huan stared at the figure in a daze.

He was so familiar with the figure that he was very familiar with. It was this figure who taught him to grow up and teach him to practice swords step by step. Every morning and every evening, no matter how wind and rain, no winter... This figure has been teaching him patiently, leading him step by step, embarking on a swordsman's path.

This figure is his most admired father.

My father is the best in the world and an unprecedented peerless swordsman in history. After decades of practice, he has broken the void and ascended in the sky, and his talent is ten times as big as his own.

"Dad?" Meng Huan looked at the figure and murmured.

He couldn't believe it.

The father he longed to see for so long appeared in front of him.

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Chapter completed!