At the same time, in the boundless world, a terrifying sword energy soared into the sky.
This sword is majestic and powerful, suppressing all directions.
As soon as the sword energy came out, it was suppressed from all directions. Any practitioner who was close to the sword energy felt like they were carrying a mountain on their backs, making it difficult to move even an inch.
The closer you get to the sword energy, the more terrifying its pressure becomes.
Especially near the sword energy, the space is suppressed and the overflowing space turbulence is crushed.
What is horrifying is that under such terrible pressure, a figure stands in the void.
The black dragon robe made a hunting sound, and Wang Teng stood in the air, with the corners of his mouth raised, with a hint of sarcasm and pride.
Above Wang Teng, a talisman rose in the wind. This was the ancient talisman of the ancient emperor.
There are two talismans in total, and the other one has been consumed by Wang Chong.
"Killing the Emperor Sword Technique!"
Staring at the golden and majestic sword energy that was like the pillar of the sky, Wang Teng's eyes were full of excitement, "This sword technique is tailor-made for me. Who else can inherit this sword technique besides me?"
"Buzz!!!"
As he spoke, Wang Teng reached out with one hand, and a bright moon appeared behind him, densely packed with tens of thousands, and more than four thousand planetary shadows overlapped one after another, as if a real dragon was roaring in it, with dragon energy surging.
The Sword Technique of Killing the Emperor is an imperial killing sword.
When the Eternal Emperor created the Eternal Dynasty, he wanted to swallow the imperial energy of the world and condense the original Emperor-killing sword energy. Now, the Emperor-killing sword energy has been bred, and there is no need to create another dynasty.
As long as Wang Teng suppresses this original sword energy of killing the emperor, he can practice the sword technique of killing the emperor.
"Boom!!!"
Just when Wang Teng reached out to grab the Emperor's Sword Qi, the space suddenly shook, and rolls of bright sword light broke away from the Emperor's Sword Qi and swarmed towards Wang Teng.
Wang Teng sneered, and the ancient divine talisman hanging above his head suddenly turned into a heavenly net, shrouding the roaring sword light.
"Eternal Emperor, you are a peerless power who suppressed an era. Unfortunately, you still fell into the hands of the barbarians. If you know better, let me inherit the Sword Art of Killing the Emperor. When the time comes, I will use this sword art to kill the barbarians.
, to avenge you."
The sword light is like a rainbow, exuding a fierce aura. What is even more frightening is that these sword lights are indestructible. Even the ancient divine talisman cannot cover them all.
"Buzz!!!"
Suddenly!
Wang Teng's whole body was exuding strange fluctuations, and the endless sword light that fell towards him disintegrated under the naked eye, turning into pure energy and submerging into his body.
All spirits transform!
With a smile on his lips, Wang Teng walked step by step towards the Emperor-killing Sword Qi towering in the clouds.
Suddenly, Wang Teng's steps stopped and he turned slowly, with a strange light flowing in his eyes.
In Wang Teng's sight, a figure stood with hands behind his back.
This man looked to be in his twenties, with an outstanding temperament. He was dressed in a white gown and carried a guqin on his back. He had a peerless face and bright eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts.
Staring at the young man, Wang Teng had a solemn look on his face.
With Wang Teng's strength, there are not many people among his peers who he can look up to, and there are even fewer people who can make him show fear.
Facing Wang Teng's cold gaze, the young man smiled slightly. This smile was like the warmth of spring flowers, making people feel good.
"Who are you?" Wang Teng narrowed his eyes and asked.
This young man seemed to have an aloof temperament and a bland aura, but in Wang Teng's eyes, the young man in front of him was like a black hole, swallowing up light from all directions. What was even more terrifying was that there seemed to be a phoenix nirvana in the center of the black hole.
Wang Teng once drank the blood of the immortal phoenix and was extremely sensitive to the aura of the phoenix.
"Heir of the ancient times?" the young man asked.
"yes!"
When the other party revealed his identity, Wang Teng was not surprised at all. Instead, he laughed, "Heir of the devil?"
The young man shook his head and said with a smile: "Yes and no!"
"Haha!" Wang Teng sneered, fighting spirit rolling in his eyes, "I want this Emperor-Killing Sword Qi!"
"nature!"
The young man had a beautiful smile on his face, more charming than the smile of a world-famous beauty, "There are more than 310,000 practitioners who have entered this place, but only Brother Wang can catch my eye. I came here for one thing only!"
"What happened?"
The smile on the young man's face was restrained, and there was a frightening coldness in his eyes, "I want the blood of all spirits."
"The ambition is not small!" Wang Teng smiled coldly, "What can I get?"
"My friendship!" The young man's face straightened, "My friendship, Hua Yunfei!"
Hua Yunfei?
There was a hint of surprise in Wang Teng's eyes. He had heard of the name Hua Yunfei. He was the young grandson of the Lord of the Star Peak, and he was quite talented.
But after seeing Hua Yunfei with his own eyes, Wang Teng realized how untrustworthy the external rumors were.
The person in front of me is a genuine ancient saint, and he has also inherited a certain magic skill, and has a lot of background.
"Gui Yi Punch, Starry Sky Destruction Technique!" Wang Teng said.
"Can!"
The smile appeared on Hua Yunfei's face again, "If there are two peerless magical arts inherited here, they all belong to Brother Wang!"
As he said that, Hua Yunfei's figure suddenly turned into a puff of starlight and quickly dispersed. His voice echoed in all directions, "Then I will be waiting for Brother Wang in the valley a hundred miles away!"
When the starlight completely dissipated, Wang Teng's eyes were filled with exquisite light, "Interesting, so interesting. I'm very curious as to what kind of inheritance of magic power you have obtained."
"boom!!!"
While speaking, Wang Teng's right hand suddenly reached out and fell into the sword energy of the Emperor Slayer towering in the clouds.
"Boom!!!"
Immediately, the Sword Emperor's Sword Qi vibrated violently, and it could be clearly seen that phantoms of planets appeared inside it.
Cross Star Field Cross Technique!
Moreover, the phantoms of the planets that emerged within the Emperor Slayer's sword energy collided with each other in a strange way, destroying the power of will hidden within them.
Chaotic ancient secrets.
After the chaos, everything returned to normal.
Wang Teng, who has inherited the inheritance from the ancient emperor, has terrible and unusual methods.
Furthermore, he has been staying in the depths of chaos for these years, and the inheritance he has obtained is not only the inheritance of the Luangu Emperor.
Visible to the naked eye, the Emperor's Sword Qi, like the Pillar of Optimism, continued to shrink, and finally disappeared into Wang Teng's palm.
"Mutilated!"
Wang Teng squinted his eyes, feeling the sword energy of Emperor Killing hidden in his palm, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
At the same time, in a canyon a hundred miles away from Wang Teng, a bright light suddenly appeared, covering hundreds of thousands of miles in radius.
Suddenly, countless cultivators who entered this place were attracted.
In that light, there seemed to be pieces of the sea of stars emerging, and countless stars were breaking, continuing and reorganizing.
"Is it the Starry Sky Destruction Technique?"
"Oh my god, it's actually one of the three great magical skills of the Eternal Emperor, the Starry Sky Destruction Technique."
"quick!!"
All the cultivators, with their faces full of enthusiasm and greed, tried their best to rush towards the canyon.
At the end of the canyon, Hua Yunfei was dressed in a white robe, sitting cross-legged on a rock, with a guqin placed between his knees, and his white fingers gently plucked the strings.
