"Your char siu!"

The sword was powerful and powerful. It was obviously not used any tricks. Piansheng destroyed the opponent's clever and treacherous sword moves, and it cut at the weakest point in breathing!

"Why haven't you understood until now? Sword moves are not used like this!"

The sword energy burst out, knocking down the sword in the blue figure in front of him.

The tall figure, white face and hair, only a pair of old men with no age could be seen standing with their hands behind their backs, like the sea, mountains and rivers, with a proud and supreme demeanor.

"Walk the sword at will, and you will be in the mind when you reach the sword, and you will be in the form of forgetting your moves!"

"Why don't you remember it?"

However, facing the old man's scolding, the figure in blue just held his hands and looked at his father coldly.

He should have smoked the best cigarette at this time and watched his subordinates' reports on a luxurious chair, rather than being trained by an old bastard.

He noticed the change in the mood of the guy in front of him, and the old man threw the wooden stick in his hand.

"Your heart is not calm, so let's stop here today!"

"When you go back, think more about what power struggle is, what is sword move, and force your mother to do it. If you didn't give birth to this char siu I really want to stuff you back!"

As he said that, he ignored the discolored look of the figure in the blue, and left the place with great strides.

Not long after the old man left, a leisurely figure stepped into this place.

"Wow, brother is so easy today, you can still stand!"

The frivolous and surprising words made the man in blue even more dissatisfied.

"Uncle Ning, why do you want to get me back!"

The man in blue wiped away the dust on his face. It was Murong Shengxue, who was once a member of the King of Hell's Ghost Road. However, now his embarrassing appearance really makes him feel as if he was tall and arrogant in the past.

"If you don't find it back, will you die outside?"

"What is the future of a small killer organization? If you want to go out and make a fortune, your elder brother won't stop it this time. As long as you can pass his test and get his recognition, it's already a concession. Don't be too arrogant and practice your sword well!"

Murong Shengxue's expression showed a strange look.

"Isn't my martial arts protecting myself enough? Uncle Ning!"

An iron fan in his hand swayed gently, and a figure called Uncle Ning showed his body, frosty hair and handsome appearance, with a distinctive demeanor.

"In the past, I was considered a careless person, so I didn't really want to call you back. It's normal for young people to be quiet. It's not a bad thing to go through the world, and Uncle Ning can understand it."

"But... it's different recently. My elder brother is weak in qi and blood. Even if he has practiced qi and blood martial arts, he has only barely entered the level of human immortals. Even if he is a peerless swordsman, he no longer has the ability to truly sweep invincible. Plus..."

Hearing this, Murong Shengxue couldn't help asking.

"What before?"

At this moment, a gust of energy erupted and directly knocked Murong Shengxue away.

"What's the matter with your roast pork before? If you don't have the swordsmanship, don't go out in your life, otherwise I will block your five orifices and you will be a stallion in the Murong family!"

The old man's figure appeared again, his words were bad, but he felt a sense of worry.

His eyes looked at Uncle Ning, obviously he was blaming him for being too talkative.

He smiled, covered his mouth with an iron fan, then waved out a qi, helping Murong Shengxue up, ignoring the blue face of his nephew, and looking at his eldest brother.

"It seems that my elder brother has noticed it too!"

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, and his vague direction was Hulao Pass!

"Or I'll give this piece of roast pork a day off?"

"Such sword intent... I thought no one in the martial arts world can reach this level now!"

"Even Li Chenyuan was not as old as before!"

Just in Murong Shengxue's horrified eyes, the old man raised his left hand and then a wooden sword that had cut through the void appeared, stabbing deeply into the land.

The inscription on the sword body is vaguely the "setting sun"!

...

‘An unexpected swordsman in the world!’

Xijing Wuque did not care about the step in front of him, but looked at both sides of the world. He could sense the same peerless terrifying sword intent and rose from two places.

‘The world hides dragons and creeps in the creeping tigers, it’s true.’

After such a thought flashed through my mind, Xi Jing Wuque finally looked at the monk in front of me.

"Then please pay attention to the monk!"

I saw the sword finger of the Western Jing Wuque move, and a green light flashed, just like the fire in the summer night, but it flashed with a breathtaking power.

Seeing this, Yibu Chankong took a breath of cold air.

"This is...soul power?!"

I dared not be negligent, and I had already started the ultimate move. The Buddhist magic power continued to fill the entire Hulao Pass, as if I had entered the Pure Land of Buddhism.

He had no secret tricks before and the Purgatory Lord Chi Yantian, so he didn't care about hiding them at this time.

Just a glance of palpitations, he understood what a terrible blow this was.

"Strip the five realms, settle the four right, return to the three enlightenment!"

As the Buddha energy in Yizhu Chankong exploded, a blooming holy lotus shone on the vast thousand, and the golden smoke also appeared behind him at some point, providing him with the energy to use this amazing way.

It seemed as if the world was soaked with waves of Sanskrit, even the demon soldiers seemed to have been transformed, put down the weapons in their hands and fell to the ground.

The fragrance is everywhere, and the goddess scatters flowers.

It is the twelve tactics of the Supreme Supreme Sages and the finale of the Heavenly Gate.

"Sattva's twelve evils are all empty!"

As strong as the Western Era, one must be solemn, without any intention of attack, and only on defense, so you can naturally achieve the ultimate perfection.

The real Wuwei defense also has an unspoken attack ability. Even the sword that just broke through the Hulao Pass wall just now, it is difficult to escape the recoil.

‘What did you see?’

Although Xijing Wuque is the strongest swordsman in the Alliance, he rarely takes action. The reason is naturally because he has flaws that cannot be known to outsiders. However, Yibu Chankong uses a complete defensive move and directly competes for the foundation. He is the enemy he hates the most.

But this time he must win!

As soon as his eyes were fixed, his sword fingers condensed into glow. Since we competed with the foundation, then compete with the foundation!

The terrifying soul power gathered, and the powerful sword intent merged into the finger sword. The terrifying waves seemed to shake the void. Before the powerful blow came, cracks had appeared in the void near Hulao Pass.

At this time, the swordsman who was not the top also noticed this terrible attack.

"This is?"

In the Ghost Sacrifice Demon Palace, Master Yinglong showed a hint of shock.

The Lord Shengxian's face was calm, but there was only a little bit of brilliance in his eyes.

‘Are you actually forced to use this method?’

Under Hulao Pass, Yibu Chankong looked solemn. He was obviously just a simple sword finger, and it seemed to contain countless moves. The endless tricks evolved and eventually turned into a sword finger without moves.

‘This is...the sword realm without moves?!’

Thinking back to the description I read in the Tianmen Book, the Zen Kong Zen mind was moved, and he had already taken a terrible blow that almost destroyed half of the Hulao Pass!

The sword intent was swept, and the mountains and rivers suddenly broke, and the heaven and earth were quiet!
Chapter completed!