The legend of the immortal palace appears, and the surrounding wind and clouds change. A continuous sword intent spreads, dust and sand are flying, and frost and snow falls.

Qingyi, black, with a young and handsome face, peaceful and simple, without any murderous intent, without any secular disputes.

When I saw the person in front of me, the demon body looked shocked, and a trace of change flashed through my deep eyes.

The two people who passed by did not communicate at all, and their green clothes were fluttering in the wind without saying a word, but they gave everyone present an indescribable pressure.

The shocked people couldn't come back to their senses. The handsome figure in front of them was steadily, like a sword immortal exiled to the world, stepping on the road of the world.

Before the sword was born, the great way was induced. Above the sky, sword lights were manifesting, turning into chains, crisscrossing, blocking the immortal sword.

A sword light flashed across the hands of the King of Hongluan Realm, and blood spilled.

The sword on the sword was speechless, the response between the strong, the King of Hongluan Realm and the Lord of Mo were all solemn.

This person is extraordinary.

"Yin'er, watch carefully. Master's sword is what he taught. In the next battle, you can remember as much as you can." Ning Chen looked at the little girl beside him and said in a voice.

"Um"

Yin'er responded lightly, staring at the young man in front of him, his big eyes raised light, and he taught Ning Chen to practice swords. Then wouldn't he be very, very powerful?

The sword frame landed, the legendary sword drew, the green sword appeared in the world, the world was touched, the frost was drifting down, the silver ice and snow world spread, and in the eyes, the legend in the sword reappeared the sword on the sword.

The more heavier the suppressed breath, the more cold the eyes of the King of Hongluan Realm flashed, and his figure flashed, and he took the initiative.

The red game is sophisticated that it penetrates the air, soft and hard, and the void bursts out, making it difficult to bear the power of extreme martial arts.

"Clam"

Prince Yan waved his sword, the sound of the sword sounded softly, and the hardness and softness were all frozen. The sword moved again and the ice and snow were broken.

The red snowflakes are falling, and the bleak scene is so beautiful that it is fascinating.

The King of Hongluan Realm bullied himself up, and the red mist swayed around him. With a gentle wave, the red mist surging, condensed the palm wind and made another move.

The palm fell, the sword rose, the dust waves surged, the sword light shone brightly, and the red fog was cut open and passed by.

The King of Hongluan Realm turned sideways and avoids the sword edge, but saw the sword turning, like a shadow following him.

The palm wind, the sword light intersects, the sword figures are constantly intertwined, the sword light is like a terrifying geese, the palm wind is like a mountain falling, the extreme martial arts confrontation, the sky shakes and the earth moves.

The sword at the peak of the peak is Ling Li, with one move and one move, ordinary but extremely accurate. The sword dances on the sword and amazed the world.

I am unfortunate to lose my sword, and I am lucky to watch it, and I will only recognize the sword in this life.

The infatuated people, I don’t know when the martial arts were over, had their hands crossed, and the red mist and sword energy intertwined a gorgeous music of life and death.

The king is powerful, and the swordsman is even more invincible. Everyone is amazed that there is such a sword on the sword.

The sunset shines in the west, and the world is still, and the blood-red sunset is red all over the western sky. The sunset that refuses to set is the style of the sky who sees the sword, and it borrows three hours.

Two figures standing side by side, one big and one small, the small one is nervous, while the big one is extremely calm.

From the first sight of him, his invincible style has been forever sealed in his heart, either trust or respect. He knew his destiny and never thought that his predecessors would be defeated, he would not have, he would not have, he would not have, and he would not have in the future.

In Zhiming, the word "Senior" is not uncommon. Most of the time, it is just to be polite or to bring the relationship closer together and make it easier to make the step.

Mu Qianshang once joked that the senior who knows his fate will die the fastest, and the next one is his friend.

Mu Qianshang's words may be a bit coincidental, but they are also a bit true. It is not uncommon to call him a senior. However, only when facing the legend of Daxia is the only way to be sincere and without any scheming.

Beside Zhiming, Yin'er clenched his hands tightly, because he didn't understand, so he was nervous.

"Don't worry, watch the sword with peace of mind" Ning Chen said softly.

"oh"

Yin'er raised her head, responded lightly, then calmed down slightly, and watched the sword carefully.

In the battle situation, the blue sword light danced, the sword and snow walked in the middle, and the extreme martial arts were sharp, and each move was gradually blurred.

No moves are visible, and the moves cannot be broken. A simple sword is dyed with life-threatening red.

The sword edge of the left arm of the King of Hongluan Realm passed by, and the vermilion red fell, and the battle clothes were dyed again.

The road of a sword is to observe the sword, learn the sword, and understand the sword. Only when you see the sword on the sword in your life can you know how far the end of the sword is.

When I beginners to learn swords, I am so lucky to know my destiny and lead the way. I will see the only sword again today. The road to the sword, and I will know people of the same age.

Outside the battle, Lord Mo's expression became more and more serious. It was indeed true that the transformation body was not as good as the original body. However, the cultivation level of the Red Luan Realm King has reached the late stage of the Immortal Realm. In a short period of time, the transformation body's combat power is not weak enough. It is really shocking to fall into such a hard battle.

Who is the swordsman in front of you, and why there has never been any rumors before.

The sunset shines on the fairy soil, the battle situation is stormy, and the situation is in a passive state of Hongluan Realm King shouts, and the red mist is surging out sharply.

The invisible red mist spread out and turned into interlaced trainers, piercing towards the swordsman.

The green sword cuts the red fog, and the red fog dissipates, and the advancement remains unabated, and the invisible overcomes the tangible, and the strength is strong to reverse the decline.

Seeing this, Prince Yan's expression did not change. He stepped on his feet and his figure retreated. With a wave of his hand, the green sword returned to the sheath, and the sand sword filled the scene, leaping into the battle.

Invisible vs. Invisible, extreme intercourse, legends turn back, and gradually move forward, and then bully oneself again.

With a thorn, the clothes on the right shoulder of the Hongluan Realm King cracked, and strands of sand and dust passed by, like the sharpest sword, bringing out a waterfall of blood.

At this moment, Master Mo, who was watching the battle, finally took action, raised his right hand and the immortal arts reappeared.

The colorful rainbow light travels through, with an imposing aura of thousands of feet across, suppressing all kinds of magic, stunning power, and rushing towards the sword in the battle.

The pressure came, Prince Yan frowned slightly, waved his left hand, unsheathed the red sword, and slashed with one sword, and the sword heroes from all directions gathered, and the strength of the immortal rainbow was broken.

In an instant, the battle situation changed, the Hongluan Realm King and the Mo Lord, who were both incarnated, chose to join forces to fight against the swordsman legend.

Below, seeing the two of them entering the battle together, the demon's eyes narrowed. Although there was no wave, it was even colder.

"Ning Chen, there will be nothing wrong?" Yin'er asked with a worried look on her face, shaking the former's arm.

"Calm down, concentrate on watching the sword" Ning Chen rebuked lightly.

"oh"

After being scolded, Yin'er dared not be distracted and focused on watching the battle.

In the sky, the two strong forces joined forces, and the swordsman responded, and a cold front illuminated the bloody setting sun.

"Sword sound, Feihong"

Prince Yan slashed the red sword in his hand, and the void collapsed, and the waves of red swords swung open, shocking the two who joined forces.

"The King of Hongluan, you are all transformed into bodies, and long-term battles are not good," said Mo Master in a deep voice.

"clear"

The King of Hongluan Realm responded, flipped his left hand, and the muddy red fog rose sharply, looking straight at the sky, with the extremely terrifying power trembling in the sky.

On the other hand, the Master of Mo also transformed the power of the colorful immortal arts. Suddenly, the heaven and earth were divided into two parts, and the colorful rays shone on the world.

Seeing the two of them coming to attract Bufan, Prince Yan Ningyuan with his right hand and pointed at the tip of the sword. The two green and red swords rushed into the sky, and the clouds drooped and circled and reflected.

"The green and red breath together, and there is no recklessness"

The two swords fell, and the cloud disk came to the world, swallowing everything. In an instant, the red fog and the colorful clouds disappeared, and were swallowed by the cloud disk.

With a muffled groan, the two of them took several steps together, and blood red dripped down, and the transformation was severely damaged again.

The clouds dissipated, and a trace of blood dripped silently at the corner of Prince Yan's mouth. Since the war, I have seen red again.

The sword has endless intentions, and the body becomes a constraint. Facing the besiege of two powerful men in the world, the only flaw finally appears.

The former's mechanics are flawed, the Mo Lord, the King of Hongluan Realm, Chen Yuan, gathers his energy, gathers his strength, and concentrates on one move, one move, and ends the legend of the Sword Master.

The red mist is everywhere, and the colorful sun is spreading. The earth-shaking power exceeds the limits of the world. The Xixian Realm, which is already full of holes, immediately fell on the verge of collapse. Mountains are destroyed and everything falls.

The scene of doomsday shocked everyone present, and the power of the real world was indescribable.

In the void, Prince Yan reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the two of them, waved his right hand, and when the fairy sword was in the crisscrossing chains were untied and dissipated invisible.

"Since you come for this sword, how can you not let you see the power of the fairy sword?"

As the words fell, the blue, red and sand swords coiled out at the same time, and the sword breath shook, echoing the gods in the sword.

The sound of swords sounded throughout the world, and the immortal sword felt the sound of the sword. The next moment, the immortal sword rose into the sky, the sword energy rumbled, and the sun and the moon changed in shock.

"Four swords move the world, the world falls together"

Prince Yan pointed at the same finger and turned around, and the four swords were coiled and turned. The endless swords swept through thousands of miles. Instantly, the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds were frenzied.

A moment later, a terrifying collision sounded, the red fog and colorful rays disappeared in an instant, and the two strengthened bodies were transformed into stars and disappeared between heaven and earth.

After a series of battles in the fairy world, it was finally difficult to withstand the power of destruction at this moment. One after another, the earth collapsed, and above the nine heavens, the void collapsed and turned into nothingness.

The real end of the world, thousands of miles, the ravines continue to spread, the earth is split into pieces, and destruction is imminent.

In the battle situation, four swords flew down and returned to the sheath one after another. The last sword had a mottled ancient meaning, neither gold nor jade, and it was sank into the sword frame.

Qingyi fell down, her face did not change. She waved her hand and put away the sword frame and walked forward.

The shocked people subconsciously retreated and did not dare to block the road.

"Get out of the fairy world, come to see me after the sword intention"

At the moment of his mistake, Prince Yan said calmly and then stepped away.
To be continued...