Hundreds of giant mountains are present across the world. This scene is extremely spectacular, with majestic mountains. Each mountain is filled with a kind of holy power. These mountains are connected into one, like a giant city blocking there.

What’s even more terrifying is that these hundreds of giant mountains communicate with the one hundred holy mountains of the Baisheng Academy. From the one hundred holy mountains, a stream of earth veins rose and merged into these hundreds of giant mountains.

In this way, these hundreds of giant mountains are nothing different from the real ones.

The vast waves as vast as the sea spread out from the hundreds of giant mountains. Cang Xuanzi and others all changed their expressions and were shocked by this power.

"Even those lords who are already climbing the ladder are just like this, right?"

Cang Xuanzi looked heavy.

The strong man in the Tongtian realm is called the True Lord, and the strong man who climbs the ladder is the Heavenly Lord.

Climbing the ladder is the road to the heavenly throne and leading to the Heavenly Martial Realm. Only after climbing the layers of ladders can you see the Heavenly Gate.

If the Heavenly Gate is blasted open, then the Heavenly Martial Arts will enter.

Although the Holy Son is already at the throne of heaven, he is still a little far from climbing the ladder, and the power of his move is enough to be comparable to those of the heavenly kings on the ladder.

"Sure enough, the rumors are true. The hundreds of holy mountains of Baisheng Academy involve a supreme law. It is said that after the ancestors of Baisheng Academy obtained this supreme law, they incorporated the mystery of this method into these hundreds of holy mountains."

"For a long time, no one in the Hundred Saints Academy has been able to comprehend this supreme method. Even Zhuge Fulong, who had a clever trick, could not do it. He did not expect that the Holy Son would succeed."

"The Holy Son is born with a holy bone and has a peerless qualification. He is destined to become the strongest man in the world." The five major war generals Luo Yu praised.

No one refuted his words. With this supreme method, the Holy Son is enough to look down on the younger generation.

At this time, the Holy Son stepped on the heaven and earth, and was majestic: "Ningjiang, you are the first person to see this method. If you can defeat this method, it will be your glory."

He took a deep breath, and his whole body was not retained at all. At this moment, hundreds of giant mountains shook and rotated rapidly, suppressing towards Ningjiang like a formation map.

"Click click."

The soil at the foot of Ningjiang cracked, and huge pressure came first, and the plants and trees within a radius of thousands of feet were bent.

This is a shocking blow, extremely powerful.

Ningjiang's long hair fluttered, facing huge pressure, stepped up.

Bang!

The sword sounded, and the Thunder Dragon Sword left the body.

To be precise, this sword can no longer be called the Thunder Dragon Sword. Since Ning Jiang comprehended the Wushi Jiandao, the Thunder Dragon Sword Spirit in the Thunder Dragon Sword has also benefited a lot.

Under the nourishment of this sword art, the Thunder Dragon is constantly transforming and becoming stronger and stronger. Moreover, Ning Jiang is constantly using his own blood to nourish and sacrifice this sword. One day, this sword will become one of his great magic weapons and follow him to fight the world.

Now Ningjiang has changed the name of this sword, called "The First of the Origin"!

"Good sword."

After Yun Lingxiao saw Ning Jiang's sword, he couldn't help but praise him. He was also a sword cultivator and had learned all his life on the sword, so he could see the extraordinaryness of this sword.

Although this sword is not a holy weapon, it is far from comparable to those great saints. However, this sword is connected with Ning Jiang's original life, and the aura is one. A man is a sword, and a sword is a man.

Only this kind of sword can easily enter the state of unity of human and sword, and fully reveal the sharpness of the sword cultivator.

If a sword cultivator can refine such a sword like Ning Jiang, his strength will be increased by at least 30%.

"So what about the sword cultivator? I will still be suppressed in front of my stance." The Holy Son was full of confidence. Under the pressure of hundreds of giant mountains covering the sky and the sun, the terrifying pressure was enough to press the steel into an iron discus.

However, Ning Jiang just gently raised the beginningless order and slowly waved his sword.

This sword is extremely ordinary, just like a beginner who raises his sword and slashes it down, but in the eyes of a sword cultivator like Yun Lingxiao, this sword is completely different. On this sword, he felt a great way, a kind of charm, and a truth.

In an instant, Yun Lingxiao's face was pale, cold sweat was overflowing, and he looked at Ning Jiang in disbelief.

"Jiandao! He has touched the avenue!"

His heart was crying wildly, and it was difficult to accept such a thing.

The Great Dao is basically something that the Supreme can only comprehend, but now, there are traces of Tao in Ningjiang's sword. Perhaps this trace is still very faint, weak, and small, but it is also terrifying.

Yun Lingxiao, he is a proud sword cultivator. When he saw Ning Jiang's sword, all his pride was gone. He even felt a sense of frustration like he was completely lost. With sword cultivators like Ning Jiang in the world, who could compete with Ning Jiang?

"There is no suspense."

Yun Lingxiao murmured, seeing this sword, he knew the outcome. No one in the younger generation could block this kind of swordsmanship.

If he had let him know that the way of the beginningless world was created by Ning Jiang himself, rather than the way of his predecessors, it would only be even more shocking. Creating a sword path is a hundred times more difficult than comprehending the sword path of his predecessors.

As a sword fell, a thin sword light as thin as a cicada's wings swept across the void. The sword light was so quiet, silent, like a morning light in autumn, or a ray of breeze in spring.

When the sword light collided with hundreds of giant mountains, the unstoppable hundreds of giant mountains were instantly divided into two, and the sword light continued to decline, passing through the neck of the Holy Son.

"Huhh!"

The space was silent, only the sound of the wind was ringing.

Yun Lingxiao, Cang Xuanzi, Princess Wu and others were all stunned and looked at the Holy Son without blinking.

A bloodshot slowly appeared on the Holy Son's neck, and the bloodshot became bigger and bigger. Finally, blood gushed out, and the entire head and body of the Holy Son were divided into two!

This scene is so shocking.

If the average person was killed, the people present would not be surprised, but the person in front of him was the saint son, who was at the peak of the younger generation. He conquered the five king bodies and had a great reputation, even more than the Jin Chanzi who had been a thousand years ago.

Such a powerful person has been killed by Ning Jiang now.

Just a sword!

Killing the Holy Son with one sword means that they can only kill them in front of Ning Jiang?

Even the Holy Son himself cannot believe it.

He is the dignified saint son of the Hundred Saints Academy and the top young generation of geniuses. He can't even stop Ning Jiang's sword. This proud pair of him was a huge blow.

"roar!"

The head of the Holy Son roared to the sky and made a fury sound.

When he reached his realm, even if the body was separated, he would suffer severe damage to his body, not death, unless even the soul was killed by Ning Jiang.

But this sword is a great shame to the Holy Son.

"Ningjiang, if you dare to hurt me, I will kill you!"

The Holy Son was word by word, full of resentment. From his eyebrows, endless light burst out, and the surging holy power was revived.
Chapter completed!