All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

In a trance, all of He Heng's thoughts and perceptions were frozen, forever unchanged and ever-changing.

The roaring wind, the roaring thunder, the rolling dark clouds, the cracked void, the roaring earth... all fell silent in an instant, and He Heng's world was full of nothingness.

Heaven, earth, universe, vast nature!

He forgets everything, forgets people, forgets himself, and forgets the world!

There is no sign of no one, no sign of self, no sign of sentient beings, no sign of lifespan!

Heaven and earth are nothingness, the common people are nothingness, everything that exists is nothingness, and he himself is nothingness, only his heart, his thoughts are true!

As long as you feel that you exist, you are real.

The wind and clouds are still whistling, the thunder is still roaring, Song Que's sword is still rising, and every change in the qi of everything in the world is integrated into his sword. The decades of his life have been ups and downs. There is happiness and loneliness, there is joy and sadness, all of them are here at this moment.

Qi and spirit are rising infinitely. Everything about Song Que, combined with this world, has turned into the strongest sword he has ever had in his life. It is unmatched!

The sword was so powerful that it was already close to He Heng.

He Heng suddenly felt that edge, that unparalleled sword intent. The space within ten feet has been solidified by the Heavenly Sword, and every trace of Qi has been dominated by Song Que, turned into the strongest weapon, and gathered on the earth-shattering sword.

He Heng gently opened his right hand and held it against the void.

The sword was so powerful that it was unparalleled in its sharpness, slashing through the world, and a crack opened in the void.

At this moment, He Heng's spirit is infinitely expanding, and he naturally merges with the void. The infinite cosmic power and mighty energy gathers him crazily.

One yin and one yang are intertwined with two true qi, and they are gently held against the void.

Pong!

A cracking sound resounded through the void.

Fan Qinghui and his concubine Xuan, who were several miles away, were stunned.

With He Heng as the center, a huge pitch-black void suddenly cracked open. It was mysterious, terrifying, and dark!

When the void appeared, the heavens and the earth were trembling and roaring, the sky was turbulent, and the endless power surged.

Song Que's Heavenly Saber just landed in the hollow, and a strange energy burst out, swallowing his saber aura and wiping out his edge.

Boom!

A terrifying force burst out, annihilating everything around it and swallowing up the vast space. The surrounding dozens of meters were suddenly smashed by the terrifying air machine, He Heng and Song Que instantly stepped back more than a hundred meters, watching the terrible scene created by the two of them.

In the distance, Fan Qinghui and the two looked at this place, with a few crystal tears falling from their eyes.

Cihang Jingzhai is based on the pursuit of the way of heaven, but even their ancestor Dini may not really seek the way of heaven, and today, they finally saw the dawn of the way of heaven.

Thirty years of searching for swords, how many times have fallen leaves and branches splintered? Since the first sight of peach blossoms, now there is no doubt about it.

Fan Qinghui and his concubine Xuan were in tears, and when they were excited, He Heng and Song Que's extremely cold eyes met again.

"Shabu"!

The figures of He Heng and Song Que were suddenly intertwined, and the two surging infuriating qi swelled, the void swayed, and the situation changed. Song Que fired thirty-seven knives in an instant, slashing at He Heng from thirty-seven different directions.

He Heng also returned him thirty-seven punches, each of which collided with the heavenly saber, making a "keng" sound.

"Come again!" He Heng's eyes burned with fighting intent, his true qi burst out on his own, and gathered between the palms of his fists. The force was as heavy as ten thousand, shaking the sky and shaking the earth, causing the ground under his feet to tremble, and the wind and clouds rolled for dozens of feet!

The distance between him and Song Que is very close, less than ten feet away, which is simply an insignificant distance for a master like them.

In an instant, He Heng approached Song Que's side, his fists were monstrous, changing endlessly, but finally they converged into one, which is the unchanging way!

Change and change are constant!

The celestial saber slashed out, as if the thunder was surging, slamming all directions and ten directions. The force was heavy and impeccable, and it crushed He Heng's whole body, roaring continuously.

Pong!

He Heng's fist mark suddenly collided with the Heavenly Saber, and Song Que was knocked back a few steps. When he was slashed again, He Heng sent more than ten punches in a row, merging into one, all of which happened to hit the body of the Heavenly Sabre.

Keng!

Song Que suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, took a few steps backwards, and looked at the heavenly saber in his hand in awe, which was now broken into several pieces.

"Song Que!" Fan Qinghui shouted when he saw this, and suddenly came forward and threw him up.

Song Que spat out a mouthful of blood again, and shook his hand at Fan Qinghui: "Let's go, I'll stop him!"

"No, you take Concubine Xuan and I'll stop him." Fan Qinghui said decisively, she knew that Song Que's value in life was far greater than her own value.

"Hmph, you're all going to die!" As a villain, He Heng appeared at the right time and stared at the two with murderous intent.

Fan Qinghui resolutely pushed Song Que away and shouted, "Take Concubine Xuan away, I'll stop him!"

"Qinghui!" Song Que roared.

"Master!" Concubine Xuan was also crying in grief.

Fan Qinghui didn't look back, but looked directly at He Heng with determination in his eyes.

Song Que struggled for a while, feeling his injuries. He Heng's infuriating qi seemed to be gangrenous, destroying his heart veins in his body. Even with his strength, if he didn't get treatment, he probably wouldn't be able to survive much. It's time, and his Heavenly Sword has been broken, and his combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced. Now it's useless to stay and sacrifice in vain. Song Que is not someone who doesn't know how to choose. go with.

"I want to go, but there is no way!" He Heng shouted, and was about to step forward.

Fan Qinghui suddenly took out a copper box from his bosom and opened it gently. He Heng's color changed abruptly. In his perception, there was a very special energy in that box, which made his infuriating energy tremble. .

"This is..." He Heng suppressed the infuriating spirit that was in a runaway state, and looked directly at the copper box in Fan Qinghui's hand.

"This is the eternal treasure and the jade!" Fan Qinghui suddenly took out a crystal clear jade seal from the copper box, one corner was missing a hole, and it was inlaid with gold, and the bottom of the jade seal was engraved with a small seal. "Ordered by the sky, both longevity and prosperous" are eight words.

Under "The Way of Watching the Sky", He Heng only felt that the He Shibi exudes a very strange wave, resonating with the boundless void around it, like a string.

Fan Qinghui violently threw He Heng's jade at He Heng.

As soon as He Shibi got close, He Heng felt that the true qi in his body was rioting wildly, and even his spiritual power was roaring, which was somewhat uncontrollable.

"Yao Dao, suffer death!" Fan Qinghui, with the heart of mortal death, immediately slashed at He Heng with a sword while He Heng was troubled by He's jade.

"Looking for death!" He Heng drank it coldly, stabilized his mind with his supreme Dao heart, suppressed the riot of spirit and true qi, and snapped it with a palm.

Although He Heng's infuriating energy and spiritual power are difficult to use at this moment, his attainment in the flesh is also the pinnacle, not at all comparable to Fan Qinghui~www.readwn.com~ and Fan Qinghui herself is also influenced by He's jade, True Qi can't be used, this sword just stabs with its own strength.

"Cihang Sword Canon?" He Heng sneered and let it stab him in the throat without resisting.

Clang!

With the sound of metal colliding, Fan Qinghui stabbed He Heng's throat with his sword, but he couldn't advance any further.

With He Heng's physical strength, even if Song Que's Heavenly Sword was slashed with True Qi, Fan Qinghui's gentle sword tickled him.

"Stab, continue." He Heng looked at the somewhat shocked Fan Qinghui with a half-smile, his figure jumped with a "swoosh", his right hand grabbed gently, and the long sword in Fan Qinghui's hand was directly pulled by him.

He Heng gently picked up one of the broken swords, then opened his mouth to reveal forty-eight white teeth, and bit the broken sword. With a few "clicks", Fan Qinghui's saber was made of meteoric iron from outside the sky. It was directly chewed up by him and swallowed into his belly.

"Well, the material of your sword is good, it's not those big road goods, the spirit of Gengjin is very strong, and it's a big supplement!" He Heng commented lightly. The seven patterns represent the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and the yin and yang ceremonies.

Among them, the practice of Jinxing requires some metal tonic to quench the heart with the Qi of Gengjin. These days he has found many precious metals, but there are few that can be compared with the material of this sword.

"Any more?"

Fan Qinghui stared blankly at He Heng with a smile on his face, and was speechless for a while, this is simply a human-shaped wild beast! !