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- The Thirty-Third Heaven of Lihentian, also known as Tianwaitian, has misty clouds and mists, just like a place where sword immortals practice.
Wang Chuanduan sat in front of the palace, his eyes were closed, his robe fluttered in the wind, and he looked like a person from outside the world.
Around Wang Chuan, wisps of sword intent flowed around his body, forming a terrifying aura around his body. At this moment, when Ye Futian looked at Wang Chuan, he faintly had an illusion, as if What he saw was not a person, but a sword.
He is one with the Dao, even though he just sits there peacefully, he is more dangerous than anyone else.
Wang Chuan, the most gifted swordsman of Li Hentian's descendants, the most holy man, killed all the powerhouses in the Lihuang Realm with a single sword.
At this time, he was sitting on the Thirty-Third Heaven, waiting for Ye Futian to arrive.
In the other direction, on the steep ancient peak like a sword, there is a towering palace. On the edge, a person stands with his hands behind his back, looking down at the sky calmly.
Li hated the sword master and watched the battle in person.
In the void, a holy beast of Qingluan was suspended in the sky. Xia Qingyuan stood on Qingluan and looked down quietly. She witnessed Ye Futian and the others going up to the 33rd heaven all the way. Until now, Ye Futian hadn't made a move yet.
Ye Wuchen's urging the Emperor's Sword Intent consumes too much, otherwise, he alone can step on the Thirty-Third Heaven of Lihentian Sword Dao, but after his battle with Lu Cheng, his own mental power could not be sustained, and the rest of his life would continue Taking his position, they cleared the way all the way, unstoppable, and a group of five people came here.
This scene seemed a little familiar, just like when they hit the Nine Heavens Daoist Jiuchongtian, the momentum was like a broken bamboo.
However, the sword cultivators of the Lihen Heaven, especially the sword practitioners of the last eleventh heaven, are much stronger than those of the Nine Heavens. After all, Pei Qianying is only one of the disciples of the Eleventh Heaven of Lihen, but today's Ye Futian , Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen are also much stronger than they were back then.
In front of Ye Futian and the others, a group of sword repairmen stood there, blocking the way of Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, and they were swept and beaten all the way here. It was obviously not very good-looking for Li Hentian, especially today, the sword master Li Hen personally Under the circumstances of the witness, Lihentian was easily pierced by someone, as if it really confirmed Ye Futian's words, there is no one under the Lihentian.
Yu Sheng strode forward, the ground shook, and he walked towards the digital sword cultivator.
This is the sword cultivator of the Thirty-Third Heaven of Lihentian. Any one of them is the top sword cultivator in the realm of sages. The sword intent on them is obviously stronger than the opponents they have encountered before.
At this time, one person made a move and drew a sword towards Yu Sheng. With one sword, there was a sound of thunder and explosion in the world, which was like a shock to the sky, shattering people's spiritual will.
This sword is like a thunderbolt, with the speed of lightning, and the overbearing destructive power of thunder, like a terrifying sword light, there are terrible purple traces in the void, cutting towards Yu Sheng's burly body, in Yu Sheng's mind, as if A sword light also appeared, trying to cut off his spiritual will.
The light of Buddha and demon flowed on Yu Sheng's body, the golden body was indestructible, and the terrifying sword light slashed towards him. There was a loud booming sound, and cracks appeared in Yu Sheng's defense, but his body was not affected , continue to move forward.
The roaring sound came out, like the sound of the avenue, this piece of heaven and earth turned into a destructive space of the sword, and the endless sword light blasted Yu Sheng's body. At this time, Yu Sheng only felt that he was in the doomsday sword light, and his spiritual will seemed to be destroyed by the sword. submerged.
A stream of destructive air flowed over his body, and the golden body was shattered, but there was still a terrifying dark golden light flowing above his body. When the terrifying sword path hit his body, he was devoured and demonized bit by bit.
"Boom." With a loud noise, Yu Sheng continued to walk forward, like a demon god, suffocating and oppressing people.
The sword cultivator in front of him whirled, and the light of doom annihilated the void. In an instant, countless sword intents were born in the world. Since the rest of his life was going to be devoured and demonized, he let the rules of the sword break the limits of his physical body until it was destroyed from the inside.
He wants to see how strong this domineering body can withstand the sword.
"Bang." There was another loud noise, the space oscillated, and Yu Sheng took another step forward, the magic power bloomed in his eyes, and the sword cultivator felt a terrifying oppressive force, as if centered on his body , A statue of a demon god appeared, and he was no longer facing a human being, but a demon god.
The sword cultivator's face changed slightly, and he saw that there seemed to be terrifying statues of demon gods around him at this time, and Yu Sheng stepped out again, and the destructive dark thunderbolt Jiejian erupted from the statue of the demon god, as if it was his previous attack against Yu Sheng , was demonized by Yu Sheng, and even, the destructive power seemed to be stronger after integrating into the power of the magic way.
The world is dark, like a real doomsday sword robbery.
His expression changed slightly, and against his own strength, his sword aura was unstoppable.??, but it is difficult to kill. In front of it, a big palm print of Buddha and demon covering the sky and the sun collapses the void, bombards and kills, all living beings crawl, and the way of the sword collapses and collapses.
"Boom" With a loud noise, his body was violently suppressed and hit the ground, his whole body seemed to be torn apart, covered in blood, it was horrible.
However, the sword cultivators behind continued to attack without any fear, even though they knew they would lose, they still fought.
In the Thirty-Third Heaven of Lihentian, they are the sword cultivators standing at the highest place, who will fight if they retreat.
Ye Futian didn't look down, but stepped forward, alone, to the sword cultivator sitting on the edge of the palace, and Ye Futian felt a breath from Wang Chuan's body, the breath of stepping into the holy way with one foot.
On that day, Wang Chuan took his sword down to the thirty-third heaven, and cut off all the powerhouses in the imperial realm with one sword, and he felt that Wang Chuan had indeed reached the extreme of the holy world, and this limit meant that he was extremely close to the holy way.
Perhaps, there is only a thin line, from Wang Chuan, he can already perceive a ray of holy power.
After the battle outside the Xiahuang Palace, many people in the Xiahuang Realm said that Wang Chuan was already the first person under the Xiahuang Realm. They guessed that he could set foot on the Thirty-Third Heaven, but he would be defeated here. In the hands of Wang Chuan.
Although the ending will not be like this, Wang Chuan's strength and character are far from what Pei Qianying and Lu Cheng can match.
At this time, Wang Chuan opened his eyes and looked at Ye Futian. His eyes contained a terrifying sword intent. It pierced his spiritual will, but he still stood there firmly, and his eyes were looking directly at the other party.
An extremely depressive atmosphere enveloped this space. Before Wang Chuan could make a real move, Ye Futian felt that he was already in a destructive sword intent. This sword intent was everywhere, wrapping the space around him, Crazy stab at his body, his spiritual will.
His white hair flew up, his clothes fluttered, and he made a sharp and piercing sound, and he was riddled with holes in an instant.
Ye Futian continued to step forward, as if he was not disturbed by the sword intent, he just walked towards Wangchuan.
He wanted to see if Lihentian Sword Cultivator, who was one step away from the saint, could threaten him.
Every step he took, the sword intent was growing crazily, enough to tear everything into pieces. If it wasn't for Ye Futian but for a peak sage, he might have been reduced to endless pieces at this moment.
Wang Chuan's expression was as usual, extremely calm, as if he did not seem to be facing a threatening war at all.
In front of him, there is a peerless evildoer known as Kyushu Wushuang. Even after stepping into the upper world, he is still a peerless beauty, which is valued by Emperor Xia and the princess.
In this battle, he does not seek victory or defeat, but only seeks a clear heart and a perfect sword.
"Sword." Wang Chuan spat out a word, which was also the first word the two met, without any extra words.
As the voice fell, the sword qi crisscrossed, the sword of heaven and earth descended from the sky, and countless swords descended, surrounding his body, clanging and screaming, which was magnificent.
"Leave."
Another word fell, and the sword of thousands pierced through the sky in an instant, breaking the sky and leaving the gods.
The swordsmanship of the heavens is like a river falling down from the sky. Each of these thousands of swords is like a sacred weapon, tearing the void, beheading people's souls, and truly containing a sword of holy power.
Over Ye Futian's body, a piece of destructive light appeared, with his body as the center, like the doomsday, thousands of light burst out at the same time, each light was like a sword, colliding with the killing sword intent .
Sword Intent and Jieguang crazily exploded and destroyed, and a terrifying scene appeared between their bodies.
The sword will not be extinguished, the light will not be extinguished, Ye Futian carried the doomsday calamity, and continued to walk forward towards Wangchuan, just like walking in the infinite sword, like a god.
Wang Chuan saw Ye Futian stepping forward, his body slowly floated up, and then stood up straight with his legs crossed there, just like Ye Futian, he also stepped forward and walked towards Ye Futian like that, the two seemed to be It's not like fighting.
But every step of the way, the destructive power of birth is enough to wipe out the sages under the holy realm, and the middle of the two of them seems to have turned into an absolute forbidden place.
Jieguang and Jianguang frantically intertwined and collided, without any sword skills or supernatural powers, only the simplest confrontation.
Wang Chuan's whole body was full of flawless sword light, as if his whole body had been integrated into thousands of sword intents, and he had entered a profound state. In this state, Ye Futian actually felt the pressure. He had an illusion that at this time What he faced was not a person who was half-stepped into the holy realm, but a real saint.
"Three thousand transformations with the sword." Wang Chuan uttered a voice, and when his words fell, the sword light from the heavens melted into his body, and his whole body became more radiant, seemingly illusory, as if he was no longer an entity, but a sword body.
Thousands of sword lights dissipated and all merged into Wang Chuan's body, but the sword intent lingering in the world was several times stronger than before, as if a qualitative change had taken place.
The robbery light around Ye Futian's body was actually suppressed, the Dao suppressed the rules, and under the Dao of the sword, the rules did not exist.
Wang Chuan borrowed three thousand swords to transform the way.
At this time, Wangchuan represents the way of swordsmanship.
?Take people as the sword and the way.
He continued to step forward, and the sword intent pierced Ye Futian's body, as if to break his body and cut off his spiritual will!The body is more radiant, seemingly illusory, as if it is no longer an entity, but a sword body.
Thousands of sword lights dissipated and all merged into Wang Chuan's body, but the sword intent lingering in the world was several times stronger than before, as if a qualitative change had taken place.
The robbery light around Ye Futian's body was actually suppressed, the Dao suppressed the rules, and under the Dao of the sword, the rules did not exist.
Wang Chuan borrowed three thousand swords to transform the way.
At this time, Wangchuan represents the way of swordsmanship.
?Take people as the sword and the way.
He continued to step forward, and the sword intent pierced Ye Futian's body, as if to break his body and cut off his spiritual will. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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