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Chapter Four Hundred and Nineteen: [Flying Immortals from the Sky, Killing Qilin Real People](1/2)

The duel between masters is indeed as imagined, the sky collapses and the earth is broken, and the people die and ghosts cry.

Under Xu Beizhi's gaze, the famous Master Qilin, who had heard of since childhood, had never seen before, was originally a clone, but it turned into three afterimages again.

One qi transforms three clears!

The Three Pure Ones Converge and Nine Shadows!

The sky suddenly became dark, as if the sky had collapsed.

The yellow sand flies, covering the sky and the sun, and roars, and comes fearlessly.

Three afterimages disappeared and were hard to find with naked eyes.

Where the tornado is located, the place between the two is the center.

It seems that being shattered, becoming minced meat and crushed to pieces is the only ending for the two.

Such a violent hurricane, even if you are in it, it is impossible to keep your innocence in the world.

This is the land of heaven and earth.

Although Xu Beizhi did not understand martial arts, she heard from her grandfather and described it.

I have read a lot of ancient books.

But now, I am here.

But I still couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

Is this the power of the land gods?

It's really scary!

Scholars have always looked down on those martial artists, but what they see and hear today has subverted their cognition.

It is no longer possible to sweep the world!

The world is turbulent, and I am towering and not afraid, and I am as unmoved as a mountain.

Xu Beizhi looked up and saw that the new king of Beiliang, who was known as Xu Yizhi, had never made a single finger to fight the enemy, but stood with his hands behind his back.

There was a golden qi cover around him, which also enveloped him.

"I dare to ask the national master, how about my invincible golden body, compared to the Vajra Realm, the number one in the world, Li Nangxin?"

No answer.

It's just that the hurricane is even more fierce.

No matter how powerful you are, I will never be afraid.

There is endless yellow sand, but it cannot be entered at all.

"I want to leave? It's easy to come, but I want to leave, but I'm not that casual. Stay there!"

As he finished speaking, in the sky, from far to near, above the sky, a sword flying immortal penetrated through the sky.

Spring and Autumn, unsheathed!

A flying immortal from the sky!

In the already dark sky, lightning and thunder were roaring.

This sword move is high and hits with one sword. The sword force is brilliant and rapid, and it has a sword energy that is even cold even in the bone marrow.

The sharpness of the sword is so terrible that it cannot resist!

A sword light flew towards us, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow flying across the sky.

This change in swordsmanship is as good as you want, and it is the supreme realm in martial arts.

It can be regarded as the unparalleled sword technique in the world.

Man and sword seem to have become one.

The sword light was like a horse, like a flying rainbow, piercing straight through.

But there is no way to retreat.

The sword is brilliant and rapid, without any change.

Even, there is no last move.

All the power of the body is dissolved into this sword.

There is no change, but sometimes it is the best change.

This sword is formed in the move. Before the move is taken, the gods are left behind the move, and after the move has been taken.

Even the most rigid one is the most soft one.

To remain unchanged, to change.

No one can describe the splendor of this sword and its glory.

No one can describe the speed of this sword.

It was no longer a sword, but Thor's wrath.

Lightning strike.

The endless grassland of Beimang, at dusk, countless people saw it, and one sword broke through the air.

The long rainbow goes straight into the sky.

Break through the clouds and reach the sky gate.

A roar came, but the sky gate was closed and had not been opened.

It is also at this moment that because of this sword, many old immortal figures in the world who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests are looking at each other.

The Tianmen seems to have been sealed!

This...how is this possible!

That sword just now was the peak of the land gods, and it was more than enough to open the Heavenly Gate.

However, Tianmen still did not move at all.

Who is it, who is it!

The Heavenly Gate was actually closed.

From then on, no one can ascend to the world.

The world is in chaos.

People's hearts are floating.

More than once, countless people, countless flying pigeons, and countless spies were dispatched one after another.

Who came out of that sword?

Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, or the old Sword God Li Chungang?

Looking at the sword intent, it is not the sword art of these two people.

Could it be that there is another amazing land sword immortal in this world?

Overseas Xianshan, the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a has only half of the peach blossom branches left in her hand.

Looking for masters overseas to prove the swordsmanship.

Sure enough, as he wished, he had a strong rival.

In one battle, although I won, there was only half of the peach blossom branches left in my hand.

At this moment, he looked up at the direction of the Central Plains and said to himself:

"What a strong sword intent, this person can fight!"

After a moment of pause, he said, "Is it possible that the girl from the Wu Family's Sword Tomb has realized it?"

In this world, besides me, is there a second swordsman genius with such talent?

It seems that we have to return sooner.”

Wudi City.

On the top of the city, six martial slaves looked at the majestic figure. Among their eyes, there was only worship and surrender.

Wang Xianzhi must have white hair, stood above the city, with his hands behind his back, looked at the Beimang grassland, and whispered:

"The human and sword are united, this sword is interesting!"

Beimang Grassland, by a certain river.

A sloppy old man with broken arms rolled up his sleeves and was catching fish in the river.

The sword broke through the sky. When he looked up, the fish he had finally caught in his hand slipped away.

On the shore, the little clay man shouted, the fish ran away, the fish ran away.

He also looked up and looked at the sword light in Yunxiao, and was stunned.
To be continued...
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