The first taboo of the heavens

Chapter 38 Destroyed, turned away

Huashan sent the Jade Girl Peak and thought about the top of the cliff. At this time, the rocks on the top of the peak exploded, and the vegetation was completely broken. It was caused by the fighting force between the two masters.

At this time, Feng Qingyang, who was in the drizzle world in the drizzling world, looked at the junior in front with a complicated expression.

He already understood that this young man wanted to break through himself and stabilize his realm by competing with him, but he never imagined that this younger generation would be so daring.

He has been slashed by his sword rain many times, which is extremely dangerous. In the sword competition with him, he still thinks about breakthrough and enlightenment, which is like eating a bear's heart and a leopard's guts, but he also has to admire the comprehension and courage of this young man.

As a modern urban youth, an ordinary member of all living beings, even Xu Zifan himself may not know that he has achieved today's achievements, and his skill is so deep, it may not only be because of the blue strange stone.

Perhaps it was because of his superior understanding of martial arts, or because of other reasons.

The purple mist is turbulent, and the sea of ​​swords is boundless. At this time, Xu Zifan is in the center of the sea of ​​swords, and Wanjian evolves. He is performing the kendo of his own. From the source, he wants to become the detached One.

At this moment, he was creating his own swordsmanship, countless sword lights were flying, and endless purple mist was obscuring him, wrapping him.

"What kind of kendo is this?" Feng Qingyang looked at it solemnly, and was extremely shocked in his heart.

The breeze is gentle, the drizzle is drizzling, and a sad world is wrapped up, the world is mourning, and all souls cry.

At this time, Feng Qingyang showed his most powerful swordsmanship, which was mysterious and terrifying.Every wisp of soft wind is a kind of sword intent of the Nine Swords of Dugu to shatter the world's martial arts. Every drizzle of drizzle is a group of sad sword light. This sword light affects the mood of the soul, making people unable to help but feel sad and inexplicable. It is also extremely terrifying, killing people in ignorance.

The sword sea shrouded in purple mist was wrapped in this sad world, and the sword light was boundless, ups and downs in the purple mist.

At this time, Xu Zifan was in the middle of the Purple Mist Sword Sea, surrounded by thick fog and surrounded by sword light, like a big cocoon, transforming and sublimating.

The breeze came slowly, the sword light retreated, the drizzle drizzled, and the purple mist dissipated.

The Purple Mist Sword Sea was infiltrated, washed, and oppressed, and the surrounding area became smaller and smaller, but within it, the purple mist was thicker, and the sword light was denser and faster.

It was Xu Zifan’s toughest battle since his debut. The opponents he encountered in the past when he traveled around the arena were not a real threat to him. Only Feng Qingyang could break through his Zixia magic body protection. The sword light slashed on his body, and Feng Qingyang was worthy of the swordsmanship, peerless and powerful.

At this time, Xu Zifan became more and more brave, his eyes became brighter and brighter, the purple energy around his body became more and more intense, and the sword light became more swift.

At this time, he did not leave this special world with extreme speed. He let the world mourn, let the breeze blow, and let the drizzle wash away. He wanted to understand his own way under this extreme danger and oppression.

The purple sea of ​​fog is getting thicker and thicker, as if it is about to become real, and the sword light inside is oppressed, more dense and fast, like light and electricity.

Gradually, this sad world, the speed of oppressing the Ziwu Jianhai became slower and slower, and even for a moment, the breeze dissipated and the drizzle shattered.

"Amazing young man! I never imagined that there would be such a genius in this world!" Feng Qingyang looked at the sea of ​​purple mist swords and sighed deeply.

On the mountainside of the Jade Girl Peak in Mount Hua, there are many pavilions and pavilions, and there is a large martial arts venue in front. Yue Buqun is playing swords in the field, Ning Zhong is also patiently teaching several of his female disciples, and Linghu Chong and many other disciples are serious Observe and learn.

Suddenly, Yue Buqun stopped the sword in his hand, looked up at the top of the Jade Girl Peak, and thought about the direction of the cliff.At this time, Feng Qingyang was performing his swordsmanship. The breeze was blowing in the sky and the earth [-] meters away, and the drizzle was drizzling.

Although it was far away from the mountains and surrounded by clouds and mists, Yue Buqun still felt that there was an inexplicable force shaking in the direction of Siguoya. That kind of force was terrifying, and he had never seen or heard of it.

"That's where Zifan went, what happened?"

Yue Buqun frowned deeply, very puzzled and worried.

"There are still masters in the world who can threaten Zifan? Could it be the one from Heimuya who came to Huashan? Maybe Zifan is practicing again and has made a breakthrough? It shouldn't be! I just met!"

"Everyone, stop, bring your weapons, and follow me!" Yue Buqun shouted loudly, then he brought his own sword and walked towards Siguoya first.

No matter what happens there, the hope of Huashan's revival, his most optimistic disciple is there, he must go.

"Senior brother, what happened?" Ning Zhong was puzzled and asked as he walked.

"Zifan is over there, there may be danger!" Yue Buqun was not sure what happened at this time, so he could only say vaguely.

After thinking about it, Yue Buqun added: "Junior sister, if there is any danger, take Shan'er and the disciples to retreat first!"

Ning Zhong heard what Yue Buqun said, and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem, looked at Yue Buqun with a solemn expression, and said, "I listen to my senior brother, if there is any danger, I will retreat Shan'er and the disciples to the When we are in a safe place, we will come back and retreat with our senior brother!"

Yue Buqun knew that Ning Zhong was soft on the outside and firm on the inside, and at the same time acted decisively without procrastination, and the decision would not change, but he couldn't help but say: "Naughty, Zifan has great skill, it's fine to have me by the side, you Just take Shan'er and the disciples away, don't come back, if there is something we can deal with, it's useless for you to come, and if there is something we can't deal with, it's useless for you to come!"

Seeing that Ning Zhongze wanted to say more, Yue Buqun couldn't help shaking his head and said, "Okay, I'll follow my arrangements later, maybe it's not a bad thing!"

Wan Jian cultivates the Dao, under the oppression of the inexplicable world around him, the thick purple mist seems to have turned into reality, the sword light is like electricity, or whistling, or mysterious, or transpiring.

Gradually, the Purple Mist Sword Sea began to adapt to the erosion of the surrounding drizzle. It was absorbing, or assimilating, or resisting, and gradually gained defensive power. This shocking change was amazing.

"Amazing junior!" At this time, Feng Qingyang could only sigh, surprised by Xu Zifan's comprehension.

"boom"

The purple fog sword sea was radiant, Xu Zifan's eyes became brighter and brighter, he realized something, the various swordsmanships he had learned and seen were merging and blending into one.

In particular, he has a deep understanding of how to resist this inexplicable force. Similarly, he is also creating his own swordsmanship. Fengqingyang's swordsmanship has opened a door for him, which has made his vision grow and realized. The road of martial arts can still go this way, which is of great significance.

The purple mist that is about to become a substance is thick and rich, flowing according to some inexplicable trajectory, dissipating the breeze blowing, resisting and assimilating the inexplicable sadness between heaven and earth.

The same is true of the unpredictable sword light, which is like light and electricity. It blocks the drizzle and disperses together with the terrifying and beautiful raindrops. There are also some sword lights, breaking the drizzle and passing through.

Xu Zifan is enlightened, and he cultivates the Dao of Wanjian. He is evolving the secret of Wanjian. At the same time, he is absorbing the principle of Wanjian, merging the strangeness of Zixia, smelting it into his own swordsmanship, and becoming his own strength.

At this time, his eyes were even more radiant, with the purple glow in his body, if the purple energy turned into substance, the body was unparalleled, the sword light was supplemented, the sword light in the palm of his hand, sharp and invincible, swallowing everything, like electricity and magic, extremely terrifying.

Zixia Jianmang merges into one, peerless sharpness, shattering and removing all obstacles, unpredictable, unparalleled in the world.

At this time, Xu Zifan's whole body seemed to be transformed into a world, a separate world. Within this world, the purple mist stretched all over the sky, as if it had been transformed into substance, and the sky was grounded to the ground.

And in this extremely rich purple mist heaven and earth, occasionally a ray of bright starlight crossed, dazzling, moving, and fleeting.

"boom"

This area is boiling, the two sides are at war, and it is necessary to distinguish between winners and losers.

At this time, Feng Qingyang sucked in the cold air, is this junior still human?Simply a monster.

He has practiced and mastered the sword for a lifetime. From a young age, he has been the most outstanding talent in the sword sect. He is well versed in kendo. Later, he learned the peerless martial arts Dugu Nine Swords by chance. He is even more invincible, not to mention invincible.

Later, relatives and friends around him killed each other, and he himself was conspiracy and calculated, and his heart was extremely sad. Under such circumstances, he had been hidden from the world for decades. own kendo.

Looking at the younger generation in front of you, did you realize your own kendo?It was incredible, although he always looked up at this junior, but in the end he found that he was underestimated.

"Look over there, look!"

At this moment, someone shouted, and then a group of people came and stopped more than 300 meters away. It was Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze and other disciples who rushed over.

At this time, everyone saw an old man in front of him with green robes, white hair and white beard. His body seemed to be fused with heaven and earth, and his breath was ethereal. Within [-] meters of his body, there was a gentle breeze and drizzle. The [-] meters was full of unpredictable breath, which made people timid, dare not approach.

What's more special is that the old man is staring at a purple fog with a radius of about ten meters in the [-]-meter world that the old man is staring at.

"Father, is this a monster?" Yue Linshan stared at the vision in front of her, her eyes widened, and a look of fear appeared on her face.

The unknown is always frightening. At this time, all the disciples except Guo Linghu Chong were silent, obviously shocked and scared to the extreme.

As for Linghu Chong, among his disciples, he was far ahead in his martial arts knowledge. Now his internal strength has reached the realm of a second-rate master, and his swordsmanship is also unique, surpassing many of his contemporaries.

At this time, although Linghu Chong couldn't understand the situation in front of him, he could still vaguely feel that it was not a ghost, but a duel between two super experts.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong didn't pay attention to the fear and confusion of the disciples. At this moment, the two of them were staring at the old man in green robe with white hair and white beard, with complex expressions and shock.

(End of this chapter)