All-Heavens Dream Plunderer

2021-10-03

Chapter 350 Huaxian

Time passed slowly, countless Spiritual Qi lingered around Wang Meng, and his bloodline also In the wild change, a strange vitality is excavated from the bloodline.

bloodline throwback!

moved towards the original Human Race, digging out the power of the ancestors from the bloodline.

“Human King Sutra” is the way of human transformation. It contains the background of countless Human Races. The transformation of Human Races from generation to generation, whether it is spiritual or bloodline, has great potential. It can be said that the potential is endless.

Gradually, Wang Meng’s bloodline became thicker and thicker, the fiery humanitarian torrents converged, and the imposing manner around him rose layer by layer, breaking the limit of the First Layer Realm.

Immortal and Mortal, the changes in this step bloodline correspond to the key to mortals becoming immortals.

The achievement of this realm can be called immortal.

At the same time, in the direction of the Southwest, a Shocking Heaven Sword suddenly emerged and plunged straight into the sky, causing the surrounding mountains to vibrate.

This Sword Intent has several points of the Supreme Intent, unemotional, no injury and no trace, only me and my sword, it seems to be the road of Supreme Indifference.

Cut off Seven Emotions and Six Desires, and only one sword will kill you.

The meaning of Martial Arts that has been silent for countless years in Wang Meng’s heart is also begin to stir. Countless years ago, he was also a Martial Artist!

With this Martial Arts True Meaning It burst out from the chest, echoing the sword intent in the southwest.

Ximen Chuixue pursed his lips, excited in his heart, and pulled out his long sword. The long sword seemed to feel the master’s intention, and the cold light flowed together with sharp edges, becoming more and more agile.

Ximen Chuixue stretched out his left hand, first gently smoothing the long sword, and then flicking the sword between his fingers, the sword sound trembled in the vast sky.

Yan!

The sound of sword singing spreads all over the mountains and rivers, with the sword intent lingering, echoing the trend of the mountains and rivers.

Feeling a peerless sword intent lingering in my heart, Wang Meng’s Martial Dao Will kept burning, erupting, and leaping forward.

At this moment, Wang Meng only felt that the bloodline was boiling infinitely, expanding, compressing, double-loop, and then transforming.

The king of people, cut through thorns, protect the road and protect the family!

Man is the king, man will conquer the sky, and rule all clans!

…

The spirit of Wang Meng has been passed on from generation to generation. Although these spirits are not in line with Wang Meng’s realm in many ways, it does not prevent him from understanding them and pouring them into the bloodline. , activate the bloodline that originally belonged to the original Human Race.

bang! !

With the passage of time, Wang Meng’s imposing manner has returned to calm, and the whole person has returned to nature.

Of course, at this time, he has gained a lot, and he has completed the key step from mortal to immortal in the transition from bloodline!

Feeling the still lingering sword intent from Southwest, Wang Meng body moved, and then disappeared into the barren hills here.

“My lord Wang Meng, many thanks, Your Excellency!”

Looking at the white clothed swordsman in front of him, Wang Meng bowed his hands slightly. To overcome this difficulty smoothly, it will inevitably take more time.

The white clothed swordsman accepted the sword into sheathe, and bowed to Wang Meng: “Ximen Chuixue.”

Wang Meng was suddenly stunned, and couldn’t help but smile: “It turned out to be Sword God in front of him, and he looked up to him for a long time. I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time!”

Ximen Chuixue shook his head: “There are many heroes in the world, swordsmen are vertical and horizontal, and the name of Sword God is now a bit unreal.”

Wang Meng’s heart moved, and he heard it immediately. Ximen Chuixue’s subtext.

Now the name does not live up to the reality, in the future it will be not just in name only, but also in reality, really showing off one’s ability!

This is in line with his impression of a swordsman, showing off one’s ability.

Some people say that a swordsman needs to hide his edge. To tell the truth, it is not necessary, and he is not a formidable person. He also needs to try hard.

When a swordsman hides his edge, it changes.

A tiger is no longer a tiger, but a big domestic cat.

Only with a sword in hand, Ximen Chuixue is the real swordsman.

A swordsman should be pure, without the interference of the world, without stagnation in foreign objects, and with a sincere sword.

Because of this unique mentality, Wang Meng is destined to become a real swordsman.

He has learned knives, guns, swords… He is a Martial Artist, but definitely not a swordsman.

Wang Meng smiled slightly: “On this day of great change, countless swords have gathered experts. Brother Ximen will show his heroism and be undefeated, and achieve the name of Sword God.”

“many thanks, Ji Yan!” Ximen Chuixue bowed slightly.

Swordsmen are not ignorant of the world, they may be more direct and arrogant, but they will also respond to the kindness of others.

even more how, Wang Meng’s remarks can be considered to have entered his heart, although he does not know why he suddenly appeared in this world.

But this world is really wonderful and splendid. Heroes and sword dao experts from countless eras gather together. Ximen Chuixue is seeing others do what one loves to do, one is inspired to try it again.

In the life of Ximen Chuixue, the long sword in his hand deserved to be ranked first, and the second was his opponent.

The opponent is very important, more important than his life.

Of course, from the moment he learned the sword, his life was placed in the heart by him, a place not worth mentioning.

But without an opponent, that’s not good!

As we all know, Sword God smiled at the top of the Forbidden City, facing his destined opponent Ye Gucheng.

This great world, countless opponents, let him have a sword dao heart and maintain the most enthusiastic edge at all times.

“Brother Wang, I have a request!”

Wang Meng had a bad premonition upon hearing this. Could it be that he was treating me as an opponent?

With the temperament of Ximen Chuixue, the probability is great!

He killed people and practiced swordsmanship at the age of seven.

This is a real sword idiot.

“Please make it clear!”

Wang Meng was really hard to refuse when he was in love with Ximen Chuixue once before.

“Although Brother Wang is not a pure swordsman, he might as well have a sword discussion with me.”

Others have said so, Wang Meng can only nodded, opened the mouth and said: “Good!”

Of course, because of his previous goodwill, Wang Meng decided to save his hands for a while and give Ximen Chuixue some face.

Between the words, Wang Meng took a look, and under the surrounding terrain, the minerals hidden by countless metals suddenly changed, as if being scorched by a fiery flame, turning into molten lava.

Countless gold qi is continuously purified, condensed, compressed in the molten slurry, and gradually turned into sword-shaped embryos.

“Sword come!”

With a bang, the ground sags several inches, and a sword-shaped embryo with a fiery breath emerges directly from the ground. Rush to Wang Meng’s hands.

Feeling the hot sword embryo in his hand, Wang Meng shot out several auras one after another. The sword embryo kept cracking and a large piece of stone fell off.

As all the impurities outside the sword embryo are detached, an extremely bright radiance is revealed.

The real sword body appeared, and a long sword with cold light in Wang Meng’s hand was as bright as a mirror!

With a sword in hand, Wang Meng’s heart also swayed a little, and his eyes became more and more oppressive.

Wang Meng’s eyes are extremely deep, at this moment his body seems to have turned into a sky, his eyes are staring at the world, and he swept coldly at the opponent in front of him.

Ximen Chuixue is tall and upright, white clothed like snow, with a sword in his hand, this sword is dark, very long and narrow, and ancient.

The contrast between black and white is like life and death.

Ximen Chuixue’s eyes were cold, and a fierce fighting intent immediately swept across ten directions, opened the mouth and said: “Please!” The sound lingered around, and with the sound of dragon roar shaking the sky, his eyes became more and more fierce.

“Please!”

(end of chapter)