The First Sword of the Earth

Scabbard

Don't say that the ancient Xiuhe Linzi who smashed on the stage was shocked, and the pillars of contemporary monastic circles such as Qingyanzi, Laotianshi, Yuanpu Zhenren were also shocked by this scabbard.

The blow just now took advantage of the sudden attack, but it was only the rapid speed of the scabbard flying, and the strength contained in it, which made an ancient repairman in the middle stage of the reborn realm almost face-to-face resistance, but was beaten so embarrassed.

He Linzi fell to the ground and it didn't matter, he spit out blood again, and looked incomparably annoyed in the direction of the main entrance of the venue.

The spiritual consciousness had already flowed away one by one, and countless monks cast their gazes.

Qing Yanzi had already recognized the scabbard, and the monks outside the court had a little riot. The crowd blocking the entrance seemed to be torn by some kind of force and quickly gave way to a passage.

A moment ago, a sacred bird flew quickly from the southwest, and when it rushed near the entrance of the venue, it threw out the scabbard. It also broke the speed of its forward thrust and landed steadily on the **** in front of the venue.

At this time, this person vacated an open space by himself, and there was silence inside and outside the field.

This sword repairer carried a person on his back, and the spiritless sword held in his right hand was pointing diagonally downwards, his face was gloomy as water, his eyes were sharp as a sword, and his figure resembled an out-of-sheathed sword.

Its front force pushes people, its power breaks the sky

At this moment, the breath that he exudes, the pressure around him, he actually resisted the 14 ancient Xiu who stood in the air in the venue.

Set up on the projection screens inside and outside the venue, locking the screen at the main entrance of the venue, amidst the divided flow of people, the sword that suddenly rushed forward corrected step by step, staring at the dozens of figures in the sky.

On his back, the silver hair of the charming woman in a Taoist robe hangs down, her face is so haggard.

In the command hall of the investigation team, I don’t know who yelled first, "Yes, he hurt Gu Xiu."

A group of staff members who have been watching from the sidelines reacted a step earlier than the monks in the venue, and the hall was immediately filled with the shouts of young men.

If it is said that Qingyanzi forced to fight, it is a backbone that supports the spirit and body of the contemporary monastic world;

The scabbard strike that appeared suddenly was an iron fist that smashed into the face of the fifteen ancient sinxiu

This kind of shouting is unlikely in the venue, because the pressure of the overhaul there has become more and more powerful, and many young monks in the venue have difficulty breathing, let alone shouting.

"Non-language"

Qing Yanzi stood in mid-air, watching Wang Sheng who had already stepped into the venue, and his eyes showed a little relief and a touch of guilt. Then he sighed, his figure fell, and he stood in front of the heavenly master. Stand with your hands.

"Brother Sister"

Wang Xiaomiao cried out, but she was not far from the main entrance, screamed and ran over quickly.

That ancient sword was guarding Wang Xiaomiao's side, neither would let her feel any pressure, nor would it give anyone a chance to attack.

Wang Sheng's icy and murderous eyes melted for a moment, and the tip of the inanimate sword drooped, looking at Wang Xiaomiao who was running, he was inexplicably twitched.

The hair she had stayed for so long was cut short, and the grievance, sadness and fatigue in her eyes made Wang Sheng almost punch herself in the heart.

Finally, Wang Xiaomiao ran up to him, threw himself into his arms and cried out. The pressure and anxiety that had been squeezed during this period of time was finally released.

"It's okay, it's okay"

Wang Sheng's voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his hand to caress Xiao Miao's thin back, and a deep hatred appeared in his heart.

When he left, Dahua Country was too peaceful and there was no foreign worries; so much so that he never thought that Xi Lian and his sister would become the target of these ancient sin repairs.

It’s just a little bit, if it’s not for the frightened death to save, if it’s not for the Sword Sect’s elder predecessor,

"Brother, how's the eldest sister?" Wang Xiaomiao cried a few times before struggling to look aside.

"Healing," Wang Sheng answered calmly, squatting down slowly, and carefully putting Xi Lian down so that Xi Lian could sit on the ground.

Xiao Miao immediately ran over and hugged her sister Xi Lian, let Xi Lian snuggle in her arms, and watched Xi Lian's neck with a few scars hanging at this time, tears in her eyes unconvinced.

Obviously, I could endure it before

Wang Sheng observed the state of Xia Xilian, and the ancient sword flew up and landed beside him, motioning him to hold the hilt.

"Senior, thank you very much," Wang Sheng said in a low voice, "Thank you, senior, take care of my elder sister and younger sister for a while, wait for me to kill the enemy, and then thank you."

There was a light sigh from the ancient sword, and he didn't insist on much, and flew in front of Xiao Miao, quietly floating there, emitting a blue sword light.

Sword Spirit Wuming did not show up directly.

Wang Sheng stood up, and Wang Xiaomiao finally remembered the important thing, and shouted, "Brother, I have evidence that these ancient sins have harmed people. Brother Yun Zhi has also been controlled by his ancestor. Just expose them."

"No," Wang Sheng said softly, and Wang Xiaomiao's words stopped immediately, looking at his brother with some worry.

Turning around, Wang Sheng carried the inanimate sword forward, and squeezed an ugly smile at his master and many Taoist leaders, and then the two eyes were murderous again, directly ignoring He Linzi and falling into the air among the fourteen figures. superior

"Whoever hurt Xilian, come out and die."

The twelve ancient Xiu in the sky all looked extremely gloomy. Among them, half of them were frightened by Wang Sheng's power at this time, and half were shocked by the spiritless sword in Wang Sheng's hands.

This person with a sword, standing here at this time, is the highest level of cultivation among the ancient sins, and the sword repairer, at this moment, he is a little jealous.

The Spiritless Sword buzzed softly, exuding Binghan's killing intent.

Wang Sheng’s gaze was fixed on the sword repairman. He was waiting, waiting for the strongest ancient sin repairman to stand up and fight against him, and wait for the spiritless sword to pass through the opponent’s throat, and to exterminate the opponent who had already survived the catastrophe. soul.

"come out"

There was another scolding, everyone was quiet everywhere

"You junior"

Suddenly there was an angry rebuke, but it was on the rostrum. The Helinzi became angry from shame, pointed at Wang Sheng and cursed. There was a silver flag in his hand, and the flag was engraved with Taoist patterns.

"Dare to humiliate the Poor Dao and Poor Dao in this way. Today I want to let you know what a noble leader is."

After saying this, the flag fluttered, causing a gust of wind, and this Helinzi hurriedly recited the spell.

However, Wang Sheng didn't move his feet. The Spiritless Sword pointed at the ground obliquely, and his left hand drew out a colorful glow on his chest, condensing the Feixia Sword.

The left hand sword flicked across a simple trace that seemed to contain some kind of mysticism, Feixia Sword trembled lightly, and it turned into a hardened debut.

One to three, three to nine

The nine immortal swords, either virtual or actual, trembled gently, and light white sword lights brewed on them, which was Wang Sheng's pure yang mana.

He Linzi held the flag, his face was red, and he chanted the mantra three times before shouting.

"Five thunder generals, train generals, soaring to the ground, driving thunder and clouds and appearing in a hurry like a law."

A whirlwind appeared in front of Helinzi, and a low roar was continuously heard within it. The whirlwind was gradually dissipating. A five-foot tall silver armor giant with thunder shining all over, grabbed two sledgehammers and jumped up. , The place is Wang Sheng

The name of the sword has no beginning, and the name of the sword has no end;

Wang Sheng raised his left hand, and the nine flying swords in front of him soared into the sky with the sound of breaking through the air. They suddenly increased rapidly in the air, and penetrated the head, shoulders, knees, and elbows of the giant silver armor without any hindrance. Cut left and right

The roar stopped abruptly, and the seemingly fierce giant in silver armor was directly dismembered by Jianguang

Wang Shengjian kept pointing, but this time he drew complicated sword charms. The nine flying swords in the air seemed to fly randomly, but they were all approaching Helinzi quickly.

He Linzi's complexion changed drastically, and his spiritual sense could not keep up with the trajectory of these flying swords.

He shook the flag abruptly and hurriedly urged the spell, eloquent in his mouth, but his feet kept retreating.

The universe borrows the law, and one sword returns to the ruins.

Wang Sheng's left hand raised again, and the nine swords shot at Helinzi from nine directions. First, they made a blast, then brought out nine white circles, and almost reached Helinzi's body in the blink of an eye. To pierce his Taoist body out of nine blood holes

The light of the flag is brilliant, and the mana surging around Helinzi's body, this old spiritual sense searches frantically, but can only use this stupid method to protect itself.

However, the nine sword shadows disappeared strangely; Helinzi was waiting to find him, only feeling a cold in his chest, and lowered his head somewhat in astonishment, looking at the flying sword that had pierced his middle dantian and directly cut off Yuan Ying. .

The sword finger of Wang Sheng's left hand was slightly agitated, and the sword light of Helinzi's Taoist body was shining, and the Taoist body cracked with nine terrible sword wounds. Without a word of screams, he fell back on the stage.

The blood splashed, Feixia sword was not stained with blood, and slowly flew back to Wang Sheng's body, circling quietly.

one.

Wang Sheng took a half step forward, not even looking at He Linzi's body, just staring at the sword repairman standing on the cloud.

The ancestor of Huashan Daocheng, the strongest ancient cultivator who crossed the peak of the Tribulation Realm

This person seemed rather scrupulous, and still did not stand up, and the master of Maoshan Daocheng could not help but sneer.

This old Taoist leisurely said, "A good hand Shushan imperial swordsmanship is really the back wave and the front wave. Now in the monastic world, the vitality has only been restored for decades, and there can be such a sword repair, which really opened my eyes.

Associated with demons, commensurate with siblings.

Because the demon even violently killed people, he regarded the seniors in the monastic world as nothing.

Jianzong really taught a good disciple, you Qingfeng Patriarch, you will really be proud of you. "

Wang Sheng's eyes did not fluctuate, the spiritless sword was raised, and the tip of the sword pointed at the ancient repairman who inherited Maoshan.

This is his answer.

World War I.

Just let you talk about breaking the sky, let the world call me a monster, just ask for a fight.

Calculating Xilian, the one who wants to kill his younger sister is the enemy of life and death. All his answers are written on the blade of the spiritless sword.

Life and death, and a battle

Inside and outside the venue, a series of eyes moved from the person in the field to the body of Daocheng Guxiu, Maoshan, the latter's face was pale, his eyes swept across the Taoist masters and masters of the Daocheng below, and his eyes flicked a few minutes. resentment.

Anyone who wants to shame, most of them will stand up to fight at this time, after all, their own cultivation base is much higher than the young sword repairer below.

Can

"Brother Daoists," Maoshan Gu Xiu shouted, "This son is already in the dark, so why don't we wait for him to take him down and resolve the devilishness for him."

Among these more than a dozen ancient cultivators, half of them nodded and agreed that they would fall from the clouds together.

Wang Sheng snorted coldly, and he was not afraid, but everywhere in the venue, a breath of breath rose to the sky. Although compared with ancient sin repair, compared with Wang Sheng, these breaths are a bit weak, but at this moment they are connected to one side and hard. Top up

Obviously, Maoshan's proposal of cultivating the ancients has already aroused the anger of the public.

Originally, he still insisted on guarding the seven family traditions on the side of his master, but at this time, a few more quietly retreated.

Boom

There was a muffled noise from nowhere, and the ancient Xiu who was about to fall from the cloud stopped at the same time, searching around with their eyes.

In a corner of the venue, there was an old woman with long gray hair.

She was wearing a mysterious robe and holding a peach stick, her face was like a young girl, but she gave people a sense of old age.

At this moment, the waves of coercion radiated from her, and a large cloud of black clouds gathered quickly in the sky above.

Including the ancient sword repairman who crossed the tribulation realm peak, the fourteen ancient repairmen who were still on the cloud at this time, all looked extremely solemn.

In their eyes, as if the crutch of this old woman fell again, a fierce soul would burst out in the clouds, tearing their souls and Taoists to pieces.

Immortals

She walked to Wang Xiaomiao~www.readwn.com~ The ancient sword screamed softly, and the white-haired old man appeared in shape, standing with his hand held down.

Boom

The muffled sound appeared again, and Po Meng bowed to Wang Sheng's back and saluted, and then slowly stood up, casting her emotionless eyes on the group of ancient sins.

"Only you, dare to be rude to the sword master of your Highness."

"Hey," Jian Ling sighed with a smile, watching Wang Sheng's back.

For a time, those ancient Xiu dared not move.

The nameless sword in Wang Sheng's hand let out a scream, and the tip of the sword was still locked on that Maoshan Ancient Xiu's body.

The latter snorted softly, and his figure slowly fell, and the old ways who were going to fall with him, not only did not follow, but also tended to retreat.

The first sword on earth

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