Sign in to the Heavenly Master Palace, the Downhill Is Invincible

Ming Shuofeng, Fengmojian Pavilion.

"The saber of a senior of mine Ming Shuofeng is sealed here."

Wang was full of regret.

"This predecessor was once Ming Shuofeng's first sword repairer. He is known as the top ten of the Heavenly Master's Palace. He is the top ten of the Heavenly Master Palace.

"It's on the list of a hundred races, and this senior is also among the top five hundred."

Behind Wang's body, everyone in Ming Shuofeng looked proud, but there was a trace of loss in them.

"When this predecessor was alive, my Ming Shuofeng was ranked in the top three in the inheritance of the fairy palace kendo."

"Unfortunately, 100,000 years ago, this predecessor fought a lifelong enemy. Although he won, he was wounded hard to heal and eventually fell."

Use the sword to be happy, to hurt the death with the sword.

Before Xu Cheng's eyes, there seemed to be an image of a Taoist man wearing a black robe with a sword across the air, fighting the sky and the earth.

Practitioners can come to this stage, this life, there should be no regrets.

"After that predecessor turned Dao, he left behind a hundred wars fairy sword."

"The sword spirit in that sword was turned into a devil by the predecessors, uncontrolled, lonely for 100,000 years, and finally turned into a devil."

Demon!

A fairy sword!

Xu Cheng's expression also sank.

An uncontrollable fairy sword, its killing power must be terrible.

"My Ming Shuofeng sealed this immortal sword in the Fengmojian Pavilion with the power of lifting the peak. Over the past 100,000 years, the cost of it was so great that it almost dragged my Ming Shuofeng down abruptly."

There was a hint of helplessness in Wang Quan's words.

Xu Cheng nodded and stepped forward slowly.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for signing into the Ming Shuo Feng Feng Demon Sword Pavilion of the Taixuan Immortal Palace, and rewarding a piece of "Dugu Fighting Heaven Sword Art".

The name of this sword tactic is domineering!

Pretending to be infected by the atmosphere of Fengjian Pavilion before, Xu was established there, lowered his head, and began to look at the sword art that he had just rewarded.

Dugu Fight Heavenly Sword Art

Sword Kuang is alone and defeated. He is the only sword in his life, and he fights the sky with the sword, which has been in this world for 200,000 years.

Zhan Tian Jian Jue is a sword jue written by summing up all the achievements of his life and summing up all the achievements before the lonely defeat.

As the book opened, a swordman with a white long sword jumped on the paper.

Shilipo killed three thousand enemies.

Baimagang slashed the demons with a single sword.

After three thousand years of sharpening the sword, he went out of the mountain to push one hundred thousand realms.

...

At the top of the ten thousand worlds, swords have fought for a hundred years, one sword kills the enemy, and the sword laughs.

On Mingshuo Peak, with white hair and black clothes, he whispered with his sword, his body dissipated.

That sword stayed in the original earthquake and sounded for thousands of years.

...

The books were opened one by one, and the sword moves and decisions in each battle were integrated into Xu Cheng's mind.

Unconsciously, the swordsmanship he had cultivated before was consistent with the sword moves, and then turned into a figure of a swordsman, constantly swinging the sword.

At this moment, his mind fell in his mind, and several other real bodies and clones also began to realize swordsmanship together.

Wang Quan and the others widened their eyes, watching a sword aura rise from Xu Cheng's body.

This sword aura was extremely weak, not even as good as the sword aura cultivated by Ming Shuofeng's ordinary disciples.

But this sword aura seemed extremely determined and arrogant, like a violent wind, it instantly swept the entire Mingshuo Peak, and then turned into a sword shadow soaring into the sky.

"Yu Luojian!"

Wang Quan and others muttered to themselves.

Yu Luojian is the name of the demon sword that was sealed.

The sword shadow continued to solidify, as if it were substance.

Throughout Ming Shuo Peak, the sword intent of all the sword cultivators was aroused and rushed into the shadow of the long sword.

"what happened?"

An old voice rang in Wang Quan's ears.

Peak master!

Wang Quanyi bowed and said in a low voice, "Master, it is the Ninth Master Yuxuanfeng who has drawn the sword into the sky."

Hearing his words, the old voice was silent for a moment and said: "The ancestor went to the sky to find a sword. I temporarily suppressed the spirit of sharpening the sword. I can't move it lightly. Today's matter must not be spread."

"The disciple understands." Wang Quan said in a deep voice.

...

The sword aura on Xu Cheng's body was constantly transforming, and finally, it turned into a vigorous aura, which was condensed into his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a sword light flashed in his eyes.

"Jiuye, do you have the inheritance of Senior Dugu?"

Behind him, Wang Quan asked in a low voice.

Expectation and loss are in his voice.

As a disciple of Ming Shuofeng, he naturally hoped that the Dugu inheritance would stay.

But this inheritance fell on an outsider, how could he not lose it.

Xu Cheng nodded, then said: "I want to take a look at Yu Luojian."

Wang Quan was shocked.

The disciples behind him also showed a trace of panic on their faces.

Yuluo has become a demon.

"Let him go."

The old voice rang in Wang Quan's ears.

"Please." Wang Quan nodded.

Xu Cheng walked up the steps step by step, reaching out his hand and gently pushing the door of the Demon Sword Pavilion.

The golden silk threads are intertwined, and the golden silk threads are all transformed by runes.

Each of these runes has the power of a Martial Saint Realm.

The vast space is full of runes.

In the deepest part of the rune, a shining long sword was suspended there.

The sword is five feet long and has no hilt, but is wrapped in layers of hemp rope.

There is no sword jaw, not even a sword spine.

But the sharp edge of this sword is so bright that people can't open their eyes.

Xu Cheng slowly closed his eyes and walked forward step by step.

"You're back……"

A low call seemed to suppress endless grief.

"Zheng——"

The long sword just shook slightly, and cut all the golden talisman open, then cut a path, letting Xu Cheng walk slowly.

step.

Two steps.

Until he reached the middle position, he raised his hand and gently held the hilt.

On that sword, all the brilliance fell into silence, and only low chants remained.

"Dugu, I have been waiting for you for 100,000 years..."

That sword, like a woman with red makeup to be married, whispered to lovesickness.

It's just that the sword body quickly withered, and rusty traces climbed up the sword's edge.

The original red makeup and delicate face also turned into gray hair and withered.

"No, I don't want to, Dugu, you take me away!"

"Why do you want to seal me, I am willing to return with you!"

...

In the palm of Xu Cheng's palm, the hemp rope on the hilt of the sword has long been rotten.

The ice cold on the hilt seemed to penetrate his heart.

At this moment, the sword shadow that had long since disappeared in his mind suddenly appeared.

A figure dressed in white and full of sword spirit emerged.

"Dugu!"

The long sword screamed, and the ear-piercing sword chant seemed to pull the phantom in front of him out of the long river of time.

"Yuluo, live for me."

The phantom looked at the red dress made by the long sword, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the white hair.

This stroke seems to be the time when the figure dissipated 100,000 years ago.

...

After half a day ~www.readwn.com~ Xu Cheng walked out of the Fengmojian Pavilion with his head down.

A white-haired Taoist stood in front of the sword pavilion.

"Xuan Chong Peak Master." Xu Cheng bowed slightly.

"I don't know whether I should thank you or be jealous."

The white-haired Taoist sighed and looked at Xu Chengdao: "Back then, I used to speak boldly in front of Senior Yu Luo, and take her to the end of the world..."

"You're the little baby who was stripped naked and thrown out of the Demon Sword Pavilion?" Xu Cheng said, making Xuan Chongfeng's main face look stiff.

"I will record another copy of Dugu Senior's inheritance."

"As for the fairy sword, I will return it again."

There was a hint of light in Xu Cheng's eyes.

"I think we can talk."