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Chapter 208 Sit up in shock while dying, throwing up another sword (One Hundred Months)

"The spiritual energy resonates, and then uses the sword embryo as the guide and the sword as the use, artificially creates a huge sword evil on the top of the Jade Emperor. In this way, the sword evil spirit encounters the sword light, just like water and fire encounters, and Yin and Yang collides, how can there be no reason not to touch it?"

"The sword sect used this trick to replace the pillars with a trick. In the eyes of ancient magic power, this is Jiuxuan's move on him, so he must wave his sword to meet him. For those sword evil spirits that were born by humans, it is just an instinctive repelling external forces and those non-sword forces." Ke Xiaoliang stood outside, seeing the calculations behind this matter clearly and thoroughly.

At this time, the sword light and the sword evil are entangled and collided with each other.

However, Jiuxuan still sat cross-legged, and the eight winds remained motionless.

In fact, it’s not that he doesn’t want to move, but that he can’t move.

The position where he was sitting was the only "life gate" in the entire sword formation. If he moved his position, the sword evil spirits would tear him apart and pierced a hundred transparent holes no matter who he was.

Only by sitting on the life gate, those terrible sword energy and the scattered sword evil spirits would not hurt him. Even if they were pressed against his ears and scalp, they would not really hurt him at all.

After a series of collisions and roars, Gu Shentong took seven steps back and held the Tianquan Dao's arm, which was slightly numb.

"What a pity... This body does not belong to me after all. Otherwise, if it were my original body, such a sword force would have been broken by me with just one knife." The ancient magic power stood surrounded by sword energy, allowing the shattered sword energy to cut off his clothes. The blood marks of blood across the solid body did not make him suffer, but instead made him more awake.

Jiuxuan closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

It also seems that the soul has left his body and travels around the world with his soul, controlling the unparalleled sword energy and sharpness.

"Sword Twenty-three?"

"Have you mastered it?" Gu Shentong asked.

During these days, he naturally learned a lot of contents of the top ten martial arts scriptures, and also learned the "Twenty-three swords" recorded in the top ten martial arts scriptures.

The sword that controls pure spirit seems to surpass time and space.

At this moment, Jiuxuan's state seemed to be very similar.

"If it is Sword Twenty-San, then his body is his only flaw." Gu Shentong thought.

Then the man and the sword were united, and they controlled the majestic sword energy, breaking through the sky and slashing towards Jiuxuan.

Jiuxuan still closed his eyes, and the closer he got, he could hear his snoring sound.

"Are you asleep?" Gu Shentong was furious.

Then the knife in his hand became even more fierce.

"Ah..." Jiuxuan stretched out, as if he woke up from his deep sleep.

Then he pointed again.

The sword embryo deep in the mountain belly has a complete shape.

A large number of disciples of the Sword Sect who had just entered this world and had no actual value jumped into the sword-casting furnace without hesitation.

boom!

As the blazing fire exploded, the huge sword embryo began to shine with a spiritual red light.

On the sword platform that spread throughout the foothills of Mount Tai, the disciples of the Sword Sect who were standing on the sword platform waved their swords at the same time again.

The even more terrifying sword evil, attracted by the spiritual consciousness that the huge sword was about to be refined, hovered on the top of the Jade Emperor like a vortex.

The more than ten thousand long swords inserted on the Jade Emperor's top flew out together, and then hovered in the sword's storm.

At this time, it was like moving the immortal sword into this high martial world.

The scene of thousands of swords flying together shocks the mind and eyes.

One iron sword after another was ground into fine sand in the sword storm.

However, the invisible sword has taken shape and slashed towards the ancient magical powers.

clang!

Ancient magic power raised a knife to greet him, but was swept away by a sword.

A deep bone-visible sword mark finally appeared on his body.

The fine iron sand, with the difficult sword evil, penetrated into the flesh and blood of the ancient magic power along the wound.

"What a good sword!"

"I have never seen Murong Bai's sword, but Jiuxuan... Your sword art is tolerant of everything, like chaos, although it is disordered and unconscious, but it is extremely sharp. If you talk about the strength of sword art, I would like to call you the most powerful thing you see in this life." Gu Shentong was injured, but he was not angry but happy.

He was looking for an opponent that could be fought, and then sublimate in the battle and find the way to break.

Now that there is an opponent like Jiuxuan who can hurt him with one sword, how can he not be happy?

Bang!

In the distant mountains and forests.

A sword platform began to collapse.

Those sword weapons that support the sword table were broken under powerful pressure.

The disciple of the Sword Sect who presided over the sword platform also vomited blood and fell to the ground. The broken sword weapon was cut into pieces.

Jiuxuan opened his eyes hazyly, then looked at the ancient magic power, and a pure light emitted from his eyes.

At this moment, Jiuxuan was emptying himself.

Return to your most instinctive desire.

He thought of the tenderness of last night.

Unable to bear the thin breasts, he chose the plump sweet spring. In the shaking red candles of the night, the jumping scarlet and snow-white, and the water of life that splashed in time...

Gu Shentong looked at Jiuxuan's eyes and was shocked.

At the foot of the mountain, those children with gold in the eight characters were using their swords with sloppy but serious care under the leadership of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

The loopholes are more than just the use of swordsmanship, but they contain the unique beginnings and original intentions of countless swordsmen.

Vitality is like the morning and sun rises.

And the initial fantasy and expectation of the sword were also revealed, making people yearn for it.

When I was young, who could cut all the tall grass heads at the entrance of the village with just a handful of bamboo?

Jiuxuan waved his sleeves and symbolically used the third sword.

At this time, the sword platform in the mountains and forests could not support the pressure and collapsed.

In the fragments, the disciples of the Sword Sect, covered in blood, still waved their swords with pain.

The pure one is not Jiuxuan, but these disciples of the Sword Sect who have never forgotten their original intentions.

Bringing a three-foot sword to kill evil spirits in the world is what almost every disciple of the Sword Sect wants for himself when he enters.

At this time... they are fulfilling their wishes.

Buzz!

The weather between heaven and earth is clear.

The chaotic sword evil was actually unified at this moment.

It is full of vitality, and also full of intentions and purpose.

It already has something that the two swords had never had before.

Sword Intention!

Jiuxuan stood up at this moment.

He violated the previous explanation of the elder of the Sword Sect asking him to stick to the Life Sect to the death.

At the same time, the monks who looked out from afar also raised their hearts to their throats.

"This idiot...isn't he telling him not to move, why should he get up? If a sword energy happens to be cut off, then our plan will be completely lost. The ancient magic power must know that it is not one person who is fighting against him, but a group of people. This is a situation set against him!" The elder of the Sword Sect cursed in a low voice.

At this moment, there is no way to deal with Jiuxuan.

Jiuxuan stood there, then squatted down, as if he had just remembered it, and picked up the forgotten rust sword on the ground.

"Sit up in a dying illness and let out another sword! The sky will not give birth to my nine mysteries, and the sword will last forever."

After saying that, he drew out the long sword in a daze, and then stepped out of the door of life.
Chapter completed!
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