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Chapter 342 Draw the sword to the sky, the battle will start

"Boom!"

This sentence was like a huge stone hitting everyone's heart, causing a storm.

Many monks have fantasized about the way to immortality. They even crossed the immortal river in their dreams, danced with the real dragon, and discussed the path with the real phoenix. Unfortunately, after waking up, everything came to nothing.

"I never bother with this ethereal and empty path. I just want to hold a three-foot sword and carve out an era that belongs to me."

Chang Geng Sword Immortal pursues the art of swordsmanship throughout his life, does not covet power, and does not indulge in love affairs.

"May you... have success in your path!"

When I talk to you today, I realize that time is precious.

The old man Qingniu could be considered an elder, but he bowed to the Sword Immortal and said sincerely.

The sword fairy returned the gift, calmly and calmly.

Wow——

A mist covered the old man, and he soon disappeared, hiding in the dark and watching.

Soon after, many top powers came here in person.

"If we win this battle, I will be the best swordsman in the world."

A certain great scholar from the Confucian sect said respectfully.

"May the Sword Immortal climb the mountain and win!"

Ting Yulou's ancestor said loudly.

"If you can understand the true meaning of swordsmanship from the Sword Immortal, you will benefit from it for life."

In the eyes of swordsmen in the world, Chang Geng Sword Immortal is a living myth.

Someone toasted to the Sword Immortal from a distance to show their admiration and respect. The Sword Immortal respected him and drank all the wine in the glass suspended in front of him.

Someone asked the Sword Immortal how to climb the path of swordsmanship. In response to many doubts, the Sword Immortal answered them one by one.

Some people dared to ask: "Apart from the sword in your hand, haven't you ever been moved by emotion in your life?"

"Maybe!"

Hearing this question, a ripple appeared in Jianxian's eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Which woman in the world can make you fall in love?"

The man asked again.

"She is a banished immortal who fell into the mortal world. This world cannot tolerate her, and no one is qualified to see her true face. I am very lucky to get to know her in this life, and I dare not feel blasphemous."

Thinking of a certain experience in the past, Sword Immortal had a bit of respect in his eyes.

Wow——

These remarks caused an uproar.

As strong as the Chang Geng Sword Immortal, he actually admits that he is not qualified.

There are many gossipy people in the world who want to ask too many questions.

However, the sword fairy stopped answering and remained silent.

Everyone wisely kept their mouths shut, so as not to anger the Sword Immortal and cause trouble.

"Disperse."

The swordsman raised his hand and waved his sleeve.

Swish swish——

In an instant, the millions of spiritual swords in the clouds trembled violently.

Then, all the spiritual swords dispersed and returned to the hands of their original owners.

After one stick of incense, the sky in Ziyun Mountain became clear and bright.

"I'm finally back."

The sword cultivators looked at the swords in their hands, and the huge stone hanging in their hearts slowly dropped. If the sword is not returned, it will not be easy to find another useful weapon.

"The Sword Immortal is going to climb the mountain."

Under the gaze of everyone, Chang Geng Sword Immortal turned to face Ziyun Mountain and took heavy steps.

"It will work out!"

In a corner of the crowd, Chen Qingyuan clasped his hands, praying that the Sword Immortal could fulfill his wish.

Ordinary people don't understand the meaning of Jianxian's mountain climbing, including countless Mahayana monks.

Only the powerful in the realm of Shenqiao can understand the profound meaning of this battle.

"If he wins, he has a chance of crossing the broken bridge and reaching the other side."

"In today's world, it is impossible for a great emperor to appear."

"Although the chance is extremely small and minuscule, this life is countless times brighter than before. It cannot be said that everything is possible."

"Even if a destiny true emperor is born, it will definitely not be Chang Geng Sword Immortal. In the new era, there will be new people to carry the light of an era. He is a ray of afterglow of the old era, and he will not reach the peak.

Can’t create miracles.”

"I am hiding here to survive, hoping that when I reach the end of my life, I will have a chance to fight again."

"well!"

A group of powerful experts from the Kunlun Realm were hiding in the dark, each expressing their opinions.

In short, the story of Chang Geng Sword Immortal ascending Ziyun Mountain again is of great significance and extremely lively.

Many forces will not explore the imperial palace in the southern region for the time being. After all, there is no chance to enter the imperial palace in a short time. Powerful people from all walks of life need to make long-term plans.

"I want to climb the sacred bridge again and draw my sword to the sky!"

Li Muyang held the Guiyang Sword tightly and walked step by step towards the top of Ziyun Mountain. His eyes were firm and nothing could shake his heart.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

A heavy voice came from the Nine Heavens.

In the sky above Ziyun Mountain, an extremely terrifying vortex appeared, with a diameter of about 100,000 miles, as if it could swallow everything in the world.

"The war is about to begin, retreat!"

The monks who were slightly closer to Ziyun Mountain felt a trace of the pressure of heaven and earth, looked frightened, and moved towards the distance in a slight panic.

Whistle, rustle——

After a while, there was not a single person to be seen in Ziyun Mountain in a radius of tens of millions of miles.

Li Muyang is like a lone traveler, starting from the foot of Ziyun Mountain and going uphill in reverse.

Some people hope that he will succeed, so that he can see a higher path of swordsmanship and clear away the countless fogs in front of him.

Naturally, there are many people who want Li Muyang to die in battle, maybe because of old grudges or because of evil hearts.

"Kick, kick, kick..."

His steps were steady, and every step he took was like a giant cauldron hitting the ground, making the world tremble.

After a hundred steps, an extremely strong aura came from Li Muyang's body, like a flood pouring out, rushing to all directions.

Climb the Shenqiao again!

The heart of the sword has been shaped, the broken sword has been reconnected, and it's time to return to its peak.

Suddenly, Li Muyang stopped. Was he scared?

no.

Rather, he felt the obstruction of the will of heaven and earth, looked up at the purple clouds halfway up the mountain, and said in a low voice: "I know this road is dangerous, but in life, you must do something meaningful."

After finishing speaking, he slashed with his sword.

"Bang!"

The invisible obstacles ahead were shattered, and the road was wide, leading directly to the top of the mountain.

This sword means that Li Muyang has launched a formal challenge to the sky, and there is no chance to retreat.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"There is no way out."

As the monks watched this scene, their throats tightened and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Having shattered a wisp of warning transformed from the laws of heaven and earth, it was now impossible for Li Muyang to retreat even if he wanted to, as his escape route had been sealed.

"Boom!"

The whirlpool on the top of Ziyun Mountain was extremely strange, and a thunderous roar shook the entire world.

The souls of countless people seemed to have been frightened out, their faces were pale, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

Provoking the law of heaven is something that no one in the world would even dare to think about, but Li Muyang is going to take action again.

"Death is nothing to be afraid of. Living without doing anything is the tragedy of life."

Walking halfway up the mountain, Li Muyang could touch the purple clouds with his hand and murmured to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and waved it.

"call--"

With a swing of the sword, a strong wind suddenly rose and dispersed all the clouds and fog in front of the road.

Li Muyang then stepped forward, and the battle was about to break out.

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