All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

He Heng Leng looked at the four sword slaves, the longevity sword suddenly unsheathed, and the dazzling sword light filled the radius of several meters, dazzling.

It seems that it contains endless vitality, it is thorough and continuous, without any fireworks, and at an incredible angle, it slashes at the four sword slaves at the same time.

The faces of the four sword slaves who had always been calm suddenly changed. Under He Heng's gorgeous sword, they felt an unprecedented heart palpitation, as if they were facing their master.

At the same time, they raised the swords in their hands and stabbed the sword they had been practicing for ten years, the fifteenth sword that killed them!

This is a swordsmanship that does not belong to the human world. When it appears, the situation changes color, bringing endless blood and blood, and the world is dark.

Cruel, destructive, terrifying!

This was He Heng's first impression of this sword.

Then, his sword came as he wished, and suddenly the sword energy had already fallen on the four sword slaves.

Pong!

A muffled voice resounded, the dazzling sword light disappeared, and the **** storm dissipated naturally, revealing He Heng and the four sword slaves.

The place where the four swords broke was very smooth and neat, and it was obviously cut off by some sharp weapon in an instant.

The four sword slaves stared blankly at the swords in their hands, and then looked at each other, feeling somewhat at a loss for a while.

He Heng, on the other hand, shook his head and said, "The fifteenth sword that kills your life is really extraordinary. It's a pity that even though you have practiced for ten years, you can only get the skin of it. It's a pity."

He Heng sighed a little, this 15th fatal sword was indeed the strongest sword in all Gu Long's novels.

Ye Gucheng, the master of Baiyun City, is the ultimate in the world, but he is not a fairy in the sky; Ximen Chuixue, who is at the top of the mountain, is in love and forgets his love, reaching a realm that is almost a god, but it is only close, not really reach the realm of God.

And only this 15th fatal sword is truly not of the mortal world, beyond the imagination of ordinary people, it is the sword of Asura from hell, the ultimate killing and destruction, can make the world change color.

Just because it has been in line with the ancient way of killing between heaven and earth, and resonates with it, everything in heaven and earth can't be killed!

This is the realm of earth law in the realm of martial arts.

There are ninth grades of art, three grades of law, and there is no superiority in Taoism!

Among them, the realm of jurisprudence is divided into three levels: heaven, earth and human beings.

The realm of human law, control one's own mind, the **** who dominates! The mental state is at the peak all the time, sincere to oneself, so that the autumn wind does not move the cicada prophet.

The realm of earth law is a kind of harmony between man and heaven and earth, which produces a terrible resonance.

The fifteenth fatal sword has already reached this field. Even though it is still very immature and imperfect, it truly belongs to the realm of earth law.

The celestial law above the realm of the law of the earth, and the realm of the Tao beyond the law of law, are beyond the reach of He Heng.

He just heard a sentence by chance, and said the true meaning of it.

People follow the earth, the earth follows the sky, the heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows the nature!

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"Unfortunately, the Fifteenth Sword of Si Jian Slave's life-threatening sword only got a little bit of fur, and I can't let me see the leopard and see the root of the sword of the earth." He Heng looked around with some doubts and was holding the broken sword in surprise. The four of them were relieved and murmured: "But, it doesn't matter. There is another Xie Xiaofeng, he has really seen Yan Shisan's sword, and the swordsmanship has reached his level, any move can be done just by looking at it. I remember seven, seven, eight, eight, not to mention that he has been thinking about it for twenty years."

Thinking like this, He Heng looked coldly at the four swordsmen who were still blocking him, his eyes filled with chills, and he said solemnly, "If you don't let it go, it's like a sword in your hand, split in two."

"Hang Jian Hu does not allow outsiders to step in, unless you step on our body." The four sword slaves looked at He Heng resolutely, and they looked at death as if at home.

"Okay, then I will fulfill you all!" He Heng suddenly shouted, and a strong murderous aura crushed the four of them.

Under this pressure, the four sword slaves shivered all over, their palms were sweaty and trembling, but they still did not take a step back.

"Xiaoyouyou's swordsmanship has reached the realm of **** and enlightenment. I didn't expect that there are such swordsmen in the rivers and lakes. Please come in and talk about it." At this time, an old voice came from the courtyard behind him, four The swordsman respected the voice extremely, and hurriedly bowed his head.

"This son, please!" A sword slave quickly pointed to He Heng and pointed inside the door, respectfully.

He Heng glanced at them lightly and walked straight in with his sword in hand. The yard was huge, but it was very messy and overgrown with grass, covering up the original pavilions and pavilions.

This is just a dilapidated courtyard, but in this Divine Sword Villa, it is the hiding place of Xie Xiaofeng, the sword **** of a generation, which is really unbelievable.

The most eye-catching is that there are two earthen tombs standing between the broken grass and remnants. Although I don't know who is buried in the tombs, I know that this is a new tomb, because the grass on the tombs is still relatively neat. It's the neatest thing in the house.

After He Heng glanced around, he walked straight towards the pavilion in the center.

This is really a very simple thatched pavilion. There is nothing in the pavilion, except for two grass futons.

The futons are placed opposite each other, an old man in gray sits cross-legged on top, and the other is naturally set for Heheng.

He Heng looked at the gray-clothed old man and knew that this was Xie Xiaofeng, the famous God-seeing God, and his goal this time, but his mood at the moment was not a little bit excited or shaken. With his realm, he could already Perfect control of his own mind, this is to treat Xie Xiaofeng as a very ordinary person.

In the eyes of the Tao of Heaven, seeing the common people, they are all dogs!

Listening to the voice just now, Xie Xiaofeng is very old.

In terms of age, Xie Xiaofeng is probably between fifty and sixty. For a Jianghu person, he is not too old.

But after seeing Xie Xiaofeng himself, he couldn't even tell whether he was old or young.

Xie Xiaofeng's first impression of He Heng was Xie Xiaofeng!

He had heard a lot about Xie Xiaofeng. Before seeing Xie Xiaofeng, he had formed a picture of Xie Xiaofeng in his mind, and now what appeared in front of him was almost the shadow of that conception.

At first glance, he intuitively thought that Xie Xiaofeng was an old man.

Sleepy because his voice is so old. He wore a gray robe and sat on the futon like a recluse.

He Heng first came into contact with the other party's eyes, and he was so tired, so tired of life, all belonged to an old man.

But after taking a closer look, he found that Xie Xiaofeng was not old. His hair was only a few white strands, just like his long beard.

There are no wrinkles on his face, and his skin is still shiny and delicate.

His profile is really handsome, and he is indeed worthy of the reputation of a handsome man. It is no wonder that he had so many romantic affairs when he was young.

For now, if he wanted to, he could still whip up a storm among women, a maddening storm.

Xie Xiaofeng only glanced at He Heng and said calmly and kindly: "Sit down, I'm sorry, there is only one straw mat here."

He Heng didn't feel embarrassed and sat up directly, looking at Xie Xiaofeng indifferently.

"Don't know the little friend's name?" Xie Xiaofeng asked first.

He Heng said lightly, "Bai Yujing."

Xie Xiaofeng seemed to have remembered something, and said with a smile, "It turned out to be the Longevity Sword. There have been many outstanding swordsmen in the Jianghu in recent years, and there are only a few who are truly top-notch, and Xiaoyou is one of them."

"You can get rid of that one! Among the swordsmen in the world, you are the only one who is worthy of being an opponent." He Heng said very proudly.

"Haha, yes, young people should have this kind of energy." Xie Xiaofeng nodded and looked at He Heng again approvingly: "I can see that you are not a talkative person."

He Heng said, "I'm not."

Xie Xiaofeng smiled: "I wasn't before."

His tone was lonely and sad: "But I've become talkative now, which means I'm old."

When people get older, they will talk more and become more broken, but Xie Xiaofeng doesn't seem like it.

He Heng didn't mean to answer, so Xie Xiaofeng took it by himself: "But only in this place, I will become more talkative, when no one is around, I often talk to myself alone. Do you know why?"

He Heng lightly glanced around.

It's really not a very pleasant place here.

Desert, decadence, depression, depression, the breath of death is everywhere, and there is no anger at all.

Any high-spirited person will become sluggish and depressed after staying here for a long time.

However, this will never be the reason that affects Xie Xiaofeng.

A person with high attainments in kendo is already beyond things, and will no longer be influenced by any outside world.

Then He Heng looked at the two tombs.

A tomb is an ordinary tomb for burying dead people. If there is something special about it, the person it buries ~www.readwn.com~ an immortal person can make the tomb immortal as well.

Like the Yue Tomb in the West Lake and the Zhaojun Tomb outside the Great Wall.

Famous generals, loyal ministers, martyrs, beauties, their lives are immortal, their deeds are engraved on the monument, and they are forever hung for future generations.

There are no tombstones on the two tombs in this yard. The tombstone tree is in the thatched pavilion and is inserted on the railings.

It's just two small wooden plaques, one on the left and one on the right. Looking out from the pavilion, you can see that the two small wooden plaques each face a barren tomb, like a tree in front of the tomb.

"So I am afraid of the tomb of Duke Yan's Thirteenth."

"The tomb of Murong Qiuhuo, the first housekeeper."

"That's the reason." He Heng pointed with his finger and said softly.

Yan Shisan was the one who defeated Xie Xiaofeng before; Murong Qiuhuo was his wife and the biggest enemy in his life. She didn't know how many methods she used to kill Xie Xiaofeng.

Although both of them died, Xie Xiaofeng did not forget them.

Therefore, although Xie Xiaofeng has almost no reason in the world, he was once defeated by these two people.

Murong Qiuhuo did not know how many times he had failed; although Yan Shisan only defeated him once, he would never be able to regain it.

So Xie Xiaofeng named this place Tibetan Sword House.

Regardless of his sword Dolly, but here, he has no edge.

No matter how brilliant Xie Xiaofeng's life is, in front of these two people, he will always be a loser.

Both of those people are dead, but Xie Xiaofeng has set up such a place to motivate himself.

What is he for?

He Heng doesn't need to ask, he seems to already know the answer.

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