The whistling sound of true energy is like a real dragon wandering around!
Everyone in the yard was stunned.
Such rich and terrifying Qi would be difficult for even the most powerful person to achieve.
But the next second, something even more incredible happened to them.
Lines of true energy visible to the naked eye suddenly erupted from the monk's body!
It turned into a series of white dragons, and the flying swords wrapped around the chest kept circling and flying.
Under the catalysis of Zhenqi Youlong, the flying sword, which was less than three inches long, began to skyrocket at a speed visible to the flesh!
Five inches!
Eight inches!
Two feet!
Three feet!
Three-foot Qingfeng sword!
Suddenly hovering in mid-air, the monk took the opportunity to roar, jumped up from the ground, stepped firmly on the sword blade, let out a wild wolf's laughter, pinched the magic with his fingertips, and flew
The sword trembled a few times, erupted into a buzzing sound, and instantly carried him into the air!
Everyone's eyes widened!
The monk stepped on the flying sword, ten meters above the ground.
He put his hands on his back, and his robes rustled violently in the wind. He was like an enlightened master, full of a supreme sense of holiness!
"Hahaha!"
The monk stepped on the sword and laughed wildly: "How? Flying with the sword is the real ultimate goal of cultivation!"
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
He was condescending, overlooking everyone.
It gives people the impression that he is an immortal who walks on swords from the ancient immortal clan. Everyone admires him and deeply worships him.