A sharp red light appeared on the fingertips of his right hand, and his martial spirit rose.
One yellow, one red, one left and one right. They reflect each other and are connected in series.
However, this strange scene only lasted for half a breath. The yellow light disappeared and the red light disappeared.
The Taixuan Sword vibrated and screamed, the sword's intent overwhelming.
"Can you catch my sword?"
Su Xinglan bowed forward and punched the hilt of the sword.
"Bah."
The sword glows brightly, extending vertically with lightning speed.
Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters.
Wherever the sword's edge touched, the void collapsed inch by inch.
The sky shrouded in dark clouds seemed to have turned into a tall mountain, split open by this understatement of the sword.
The sword light was unstoppable, and the sword shadow flickered continuously.
Until the tip of the sword touched the corner of Yao Man's purple robe, the sword intent all over the sky was completely restrained in an instant.
"this......"
Yao Man, who had integrated his natal immortal weapon, was once again forced to retreat, retreating again and again.
"There is no sword move, no sword light, no sword energy, no sword shadow."
"All that's left is this little world of scrap metal, which can barely be considered a low-grade immortal weapon, and a useless sword that's not good enough."
"Su Xinglan has not stopped, this move is clearly still there, why can't I feel its power?"
"where?"
"Where is it hidden?"
My heartbeat was racing and I was panicked like never before.
Yao Man watched helplessly as the Taixuan Sword approached, cutting the corner of her purple robe that symbolized her direct disciple in the Xueqing Immortal Realm.
The silver light paused, and a tiny speck of light reflected in her pupils.
The light spots are very small, as small as dust particles, and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
But Yao Man sensed from this "insignificant" point of light a danger that could destroy her soul.
"This is......"
His face was pale and his blood was coagulated.
Without thinking, she set up two defensive formations of the early stage of the ninth level True Immortal.
Then, she made a hand gesture with her hands and performed the third song of Xue Qing's Six Songs, "Xiao Ge."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The sound of the flute echoes, light and hollow.
The chaotic immortal power filled all directions, and at the same time blocked the indirect approach of the dust particles.
Su Xinglan's face was expressionless, and the self-rolled cigarette in his mouth had only burned one-third.
"The third disciple of Xueqing Immortal Palace, tsk, are you very arrogant?"
"But that's it..."
In two words without beginning or end, he raised his right hand and slapped it down boldly: "Kill."
"Buzz buzz."
A bright light suddenly amplified, turning into a majestic sword shadow that condensed and stabbed Yao Man who was hiding behind the defensive formation.
The sound of the flute suddenly stopped and was interrupted for no reason.
The first defensive formation burst into pieces, and the aftermath dispersed.
"The Sword of Mind."
Below, someone took the lead and took the first deep breath of cold air. Immediately afterwards, the sound of "hiss, hiss" could not be heard, resounding throughout the night sky.
The sword in the mind hides the sword in the sword's mind and accommodates all things in the world.
The will of the sword is immortal and the moves of the sword last forever.
However, it is too difficult to understand the mystery of this move, and countless sword masters in the immortal world have failed due to this.
As powerful as the "Qingguang Emperor", the only emperor in the eight hundred immortal worlds who dominates a world with a sword, he also experienced hardships when he was a true immortal at the sixteenth level before he realized the profound and mysterious "Intentional Sword."
And Su Xinglan, he is truly a seventh-level immortal.
At this moment, the doubts lingering in everyone's minds were solved.
Understanding, Gu Changxiao must have taken a liking to Su Xinglan's incredible understanding, so he pulled him into the Martial Palace and accepted him as his direct disciple.