Gao Yangsong seemed to have a blazing flame in his eyes, and he swept across his body with a sword, as if he had taken away everything in the surrounding area.

All under the world is the king's land, and all the king's ministers are the king's ministers.

Songshan Mountain and Fengshantai on the top of Songshan Mountain are both territory of the human world, and the human practitioners near Songshan Mountain are all his subjects.

The way of the Holy King can deprive or give spiritual power from others, as if the emperor distributes power to his subordinates and can be taken back at any time, and life and death are all in his hands. Now Gao Yangsong has long understood the true mystery of the way of the Holy King.

The world is returned to the heart.

When people in the world are recognized and willing to be regarded as king, the power of the people is the power of the king.

So Gao Yangsong moved the way of the Holy King, hoping to use the power of the world to use this sword.

A voice sounded in the hearts of human practitioners, who came from nowhere and did not ask them to do anything. For a moment, many people felt it was inexplicable. Only practitioners who remembered the feeling in their hearts during the Battle of the Capital could vaguely detect it, but they didn't care.

If Gao Yangsong really wanted to use their power, this battle was related to the prestige of the human world. Would they still hide it because of the rules?

In fact, Gao Yangsong did not intend to truly rely on the power of faith of human practitioners.

What he wanted to rely on was the luck of Songshan and the surrounding areas, but his control over the way of the Holy King was not truly perfect, and he had to have some influence on the people near Songshan.

The way of the holy king is the technique of the kingdom that belongs only to Gao Yangsong. It is unprecedented and may not come later.

The power gathered from the Holy King's Way was all gathered on the Longyuan Sword.

This sword has not yet achieved power, and its power has surpassed the previous Holy Dragon sword.

The holy dragon breath surged from Gao Yangsong's body and fell into the Longyuan sword again. When Gao Yangsong raised his sword, it seemed as if the holy dragon fell from the sky, and with endless pressure and light, he was about to swallow the entire area.

For a moment, the wind and clouds above the sky changed color, as if Gao Yangsong's sword stabbed out, which would cause the heaven and earth to shake.

This is his strongest sword in the true sense, a sword that gathers the power of the world and the power of the holy dragon.

If this sword falls, except for the various things contained in the sword edge, it actually looks ordinary and will only be a random stab.

This slash is not very outstanding, but it has two characteristics.

quick.

And straight.

Even if this sword eliminates so many blessings, only these two characteristics are enough to kill many famous strong men.

The ultimate speed is exchanged for the ultimate sharpness.

And the ultimate edge is enough to break any resistance.

The dragon abyss in Gao Yangsong's hand is shining.

That is the external appearance caused by the gathering of the power of the Holy King's Way and the Holy Dragon Breath.

As Gao Yangsong thought, these external appearances had dissipated, as if the power of the sword of heaven and earth and the pressure of the holy dragon breath were quietly obscured in Longyuan's sword body.

The world is returned to the heart.

At this moment, the dragon abyss in his hand was the world.

At this time, Gao Yangsong no longer cared about the so-called fairness of the sword. He just wanted to defeat Yao Chong with his strongest sword, and Bei Mingxiu did not raise any objection.

Yao Chong did not object, which meant that he recognized Gao Yangsong's approach.

The real battle should have done everything.

Yao Chong took a deep breath, and a cold light emerged on Chongming's sword.

At this moment, the Chongming sword soul shone brightly. In this battle, Ji Wang, who had been extremely peaceful because of Yao Chong's request, had already made every effort to assist the sword soul to explode. Chongming, who belonged to the Chongming sword-holder.

At this moment, the sword intent continued to merge into the Chongming Sword.

The sword art of Wuyan Sword Peak emphasizes the combination of sword soul and human soul. The sword soul of the natal sword is not only the source of the sword intent that can be controlled freely by the mind, but also the core of the soul-controlling sword technique of Wuyan Sword Peak disciples.

The power and purity of the sword soul determine the sharpness of the sword intent achieved by sharpening the sword intention. At this point, Yao Chong is undoubtedly the best among the three disciples of Wuyan Jian Peak.

Unlike Gao Yangsong, who was not only Canglang sword technique when he was on Wuyan Sword Peak, he also spent a lot of time studying Liuyun's hands, and also had to practice Long Yao's courses on the blood of the dragon clan. Yao Chong devoted most of his time and energy to studying swordsmanship, so on the swordsmanship, he had undoubtedly ranked first among the three disciples of Wuyan Sword Peak.

The waves arise in my heart, and the sword intent will rise up in succession. At the moment when Gao Yangsong condensed the sword force, he was also condensed his own sword force.

Ripples of sword energy spread beside him.

These sword energy do not give people a sharp feeling, as if it will be broken when touched, but under Gao Yangsong's powerful sword intent, they have not been affected at all.

As Chongming was raised in Yao Chong's hand, wisps of sword energy flowed over Chongming's sword edge, like a whirlpool on the sea surface, complementing the ripples under his feet.

Yao Chong took a step forward, and the ripples of the sword energy suddenly surged, forming a huge wave, as if to swallow everything from all directions. When Yao Chong waved the Chongming sword backward, no matter where Canglang was running before, he was pulled by the wisps of sword energy and surrounded the Chongming sword body.

This sword may be far inferior to the one that Gao Yangsong was gathering, but this is an extremely pure Canglang Sword.

Without the mixture of spiritual power, without the assistance of demonic energy, and without the help of other powers, this is just the blooming of the essence of Canglang Sword. I believe that when this sword is swept out, it will inevitably be like the sea and the waves rise and tides rise.

"go!"

Gao Yangsong shouted loudly, and the sound of the dragon roar shook the world.

A phantom of the holy dragon formed by the sword energy appeared in front of everyone's eyes, accompanied by endless dragon power.

Every dragon scale of the Holy Dragon Phantom is transformed by the sword intent condensed by the holy dragon breath. It is made of the human power condensed by the Holy King's Way as the bone. As the wind roars, the Holy Dragon Phantom has arrived in front of Yao Chong. The Holy Dragon Phantom has almost completely disappeared, leaving only a golden straight line that runs through the entire phantom.

This straight line is the real trajectory and power of this sword. Before the straight line, there is sword energy like riding the wind and waves. Anything that is blocking it will be broken through by it.

If the other practitioners present faced the sword head-on, their knees would probably be trembling without stopping.

The pressure that erupted in the phantom of the holy dragon seemed to be above all sentient beings. Such pressure can be described as heavenly power!

The Fengshantai, which had been shocked at first, seemed to be completely shattered at this moment.

However, when the phantom of the holy dragon rushed over, Yao Chong still did not move.

Canglang on the sword was well condensed by him on the Chongming sword body, without any disorder. When he finally caught the golden ray in front of him, he moved.

Yao Chong's entire action was already one with Chongming in his hand, as if Chongming had long been part of his body, and it was the realm of the unity of man and sword that many people among the sword cultivators were striving to pursue.

The integration of human swords in the two senses appears on Yao Chong at this moment.

The sword path of Wushan Jian Peak also has another characteristic.

When you draw the sword, your mind will stab out faster than the sword tip, and your heart will follow your sword, and you don’t need extra thoughts at all.

So Yao Chong drew his sword, and the sword energy flowed like a wave of waves. As Chongming sword was slashed out, he directly cut off the line at the front of the phantom of the Holy Dragon.

The two swords collided again at this moment.

The Chongming Sword was directly embedded in the phantom of the Holy Dragon, as if to break it directly. On both sides of the sword body, the entanglement between the sword energy and the sword intent never stopped, but it did not disappear like the sword energy that had been before.

They have truly put all their minds on this sword against the sword. After this sword, they are the winner and the loss, and even life and death.

Even if it is just a trace of sword energy and a wisp of sword intent, it is particularly valuable in this confrontation, and none of them will give up.

Although Yao Chong's sword is only one sword, it is like Canglang. If Shang Yunjian watches it here, he will definitely praise him for having completely obtained the essence of Canglang Sword. Gao Yangsong's sword seems to be oppressed by the spiritual power of heaven and earth and the power of endless dragons, but in fact, he uses Jinghong's sword as the core, and pursues the ultimate speed and strength to crush Yao Chong in one fell swoop. However, after being blocked by Yao Chong's Canglang Sword, his original plan has turned into a bubble.

In Yao Chong's sword, there are Canglang, Hope Sea Tide, and various moves in Canglang's sword technique. When he thought of any kind of sword move, the core of the sword would appear on his sword. Even if it was Jinghong's sword, it would not be able to break through this continuous resistance like Canglang.

Gao Yangsong's smile became stronger and stronger.

Yao Chong's swordsmanship cultivation is indeed as powerful as ever, and he can suppress himself no matter where he is.

But he doesn't want to lose this sword today!

And Yao Chong's heart was finally truly lit up with fighting spirit.

Gao Yangsong was stronger than he thought, and his will to win was much stronger than him.

If you don’t use your whole body of skills to deal with it, how can you be worthy of the strongest sword that you do everything to do like this?

The two of them had sword intent pouring out from their sea of ​​consciousness, almost unreservedly hitting all their foundation.

In this case, they all have to devote themselves to the battle, and any small mistake may lead to a loss.

Everyone in the human world and the demon world held their breath and did not dare to show off, for fear of missing the final result in the next second.

And above the Fengshan Platform, Bei Mingxiu's eyes were already filled with a strong sense of vigilance.

He used the sword in the air and looked down at the battle situation. He had maintained a safe distance of nearly a hundred meters. He also had a magic array to isolate the surroundings of Fengshantai. When he was using the Heavenly Way, he could not even penetrate the slightest. I think the current Yisect practitioners are in the ordinary situation.

The sword energy around the two of them was swelling, forcibly squeezing everything around them, even the spiritual power of heaven and earth. Most of the area of ​​Fengshantai was already a world of sword intent!

In such a battle, the defeated side will either die or be injured. If you want to interfere with the battle, you may be affected.

Bei Mingxiu held the Han Ming sword hilt tightly, as if he was considering whether to take action.

Suddenly, his expression changed. Without any hesitation, he slashed out in a certain direction with a sword, but it was too late.

A happy laugh suddenly resounded in Songshan Mountain, followed by a loud bang.

A thousand-year-old temple collapsed at this moment, and no Zen room was spared!

On the messy ruins, an old man with white hair was floating in his long beard. Although he had the posture of a fairy-like figure, his smile on his face was so vicious.

He held a fancy feather fan in his hand, but it gave people the feeling of holding the mountains with his hands.

As the feather fan shook in his hand, several white feathers slashed out of thin air, eliminating Bei Mingxiu's sword energy. At the same time, he waved his sleeves again, and an invisible huge pressure almost wrapped the entire Fengshantai.

He is Sun Wei.

The last immortal on the Holy Pavilion is Sun Wei.

This is not for his own sake, but he will only take the lives of three people.

Yao Chong and Gao Yangsong are at the critical moment, and they have no time to clone themselves.
Chapter completed!