The First Sword of the Earth

Tianfeng?

In the vast void between the Tianfeng Galaxy and the ancient battlefield, the figure of the white-robed man stood quietly, seeming to hesitate.

He raised his left hand and aimed his palm at the sun star in the middle of the sky wind star. He hesitated and then slowly lowered his arm.

It is indeed a bit too risky. It is easy to erase a few stars. If the ghosts smell the clues, it will cause endless trouble for Xiao Thirteen and the others.

No matter, laugh at the thirteen smiles.

The white-robed man was about to leave here, but he seemed to have heard something in the void, pinching in the direction of the sky wind three stars.

There seemed to be ripples in the void, and the old man seemed to know something, revealing a little doubt.

"Beihe Sword Sect... the top ten sects of the Eastern Heaven Region? Where did the clown jump beams come from, dare to deceive me, the descendant of Pure Sun!"

Taking a step forward, an invisible portal was opened in the void. When the old man appeared again, he had already left Tianfeng Samsung and Ancient Battlefield far behind him.

Step by step, like walking among the stars, the starry sky is like a curtain that is constantly being pulled, and in a blink of an eye there is already a change of scenery.

Such shifting seems to be a normal walk for the elderly, without any breath remaining.

I don't know how long he has walked, let alone how long he has traversed in the endless starry sky. When he stops his leisurely steps, he has stopped in front of a huge maroon sun star, standing with his hands held down.

This can be considered a rare spectacle in front of me.

Six stars of the same size are evenly distributed on the six circular orbits around this sun star. Above each star is a black giant sword that is as large as a mountain. These giant swords seem to fall at any time. Penetration.

An invisible formation enveloped the entire stellar galaxy, and the yuan holes above the six stars were all closed, allowing only the exchange of vitality.

Six stone steles are erected on the edge of this star system, and each stone stele exudes a mysterious Taoist rhyme, which can immediately attract the attention of people passing by.

There are only two avenues on the stone tablet, no matter what kind of creature it is, as long as the realm of cultivation can reach the realm of immortality, they can realize the same artistic conception on this essay——

Sword School, Beihe.

"It's pretty impressive."

The white-robed man sneered, and there was a sound like a shackle breaking from all over his body, and visible wrinkles appeared in the void around him.

When the white-robed man's own breath was fully unfolded, he did not move, but his eyes flashed, and the movement of the six stars in front seemed to stop at the same time;

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of sword repairmen who practiced on the six stars spouted blood at the same time!

Those under the real fairyland just feel that they are suffocated, but the cultivator of the heavenly fairyland feels that his avenue is trembling, unable to control himself, as if his own way is constantly screaming;

On each star, there are one or two longevity golden immortals, no matter what kind of path they cultivate, what kind of primordial spirit or physical path, they are all pale and twitching constantly.

At this moment, on the star closest to the sun star, a huge figure slowly stood up, but it looked like a middle-aged scribe, looking at the place where the white-robed man was.

There is no glaring, no loud questions.

Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of cultivators from the Pure Yang Sword Sect, the ancestor of this door, the former head, respectfully made a respectful gesture towards the void.

"I don't know which senior passed by the humble house. If there is any negligence, please forgive me."

At this moment, a calm greeting came from the void: "Who is your master?"

"Master Huang Xu, the real person..."

The white-robed man raised his brows, "Oh? You are actually the disciple of that eel?"

The face of the middle-aged scribe was a bit awkward, but feeling the tyrannical pressure that could crush him at any time, he could only bow his head and say:

"But any disciple of my North River Sword Sect has offended senior? The junior must punish this person severely!"

The white-robed man groaned.

The disciple of the rice field eel is not easy to kill directly.

He couldn't say that it was because of Tianfeng that he wanted to teach them a few words, it would be too cheap...

Well, this would expose the traces of Xiao Shisan and the goddess, and it would be detrimental to them.

Pinching inferred, the white-robed man's gaze fell on the third star of the Beihe Sword Sect, his left hand waved, the sleeve of his robe shook, and the six stars trembled, and the six stone swords as large as mountains shattered almost at the same time.

Not only that, at this time, the'Six Peaks Peak Master', the'Eight Sword Elder', a total of 18 longevity realm, or the'masters' who are close to the longevity realm are all with amazement. They realize that their own way As the stone sword collapsed together, the door to his own realm advancement was completely sealed!

And on the third star, on a mountain peak where the young master of Tianfengmen Li Tianyao was located, the middle-aged sword repairer in a gray robe looked pale, and he spouted a mouthful of blood on his chest, and his realm was as if he had vented. Inflated balloons, crazy loss...

"Feng Erdaoxing is one hundred thousand years old. If you think you are an old disciple, there will be no more accountability."

The white-robed man swept his sleeves, turned and walked towards the void.

The ancestor of the North River Sword Sect had a bitter face, and all the masters in the door were banned for 100,000 years of Taoism, which means that the realm of cultivation for the next 100,000 years will be locked, and there will be no insight and no diligence. This is not a punishment. It was light, but fortunately, this great power did not directly destroy the eighteen people including him.

Otherwise, the North River Sword Sect will fall apart within hundreds of years...

The rules of the endless starry sky are like this. The strong is respected, and the Daoxing is insulted by people who are unclear and unclear. At this time, they have to respectfully do the Daoxing, saying:

"Senior respectfully."

The voice of the white-robed man resounded in the heart of the ancestor of the Beihe Sword School:

‘Although the rice field eel has a bad temper, it is the best to protect yourself. As his disciple, you have never learned the least.

Don't stretch your hands too long, can't you practice calmly?

If you don’t repent anymore, next time someone comes to your North River Sword Sect, you won’t necessarily have such a good temper. ’

‘Dare to ask the elder’s title, the younger ones will pray with incense day and night...’

‘Poor Dao Chunyangzi. ’

Pure Yang? Heavenly Fairy God Lu!

The middle-aged scribe's face was full of shock. At this time, there was no time to say a word, and several tyrannical pressures suddenly came from the depths of the void.

Hundreds of thousands of cultivators of the Beihe Sword Sect were crushed on the ground almost at the same time, and the source of those pressures quickly escaped, passing over the Beihe Sword Sect, and chased the place where the white-robed man had left.

Suddenly, the universe was trembling, and a piece of starlight flashed out in the distant starry sky, and the avenues intertwined in the void were plucked like strings of a piano.

But what is played is the sound of clank and slaying!

After a short while, I heard the golden crow's call, a flash of fire pierced the starry sky, and instantly disappeared without a trace.

And in the depths of the void, following the main path, a woman full of irritation yelled:

"Lv Dongbin, you unfortunate person! I have to tie you back to make medicine pupae!"

This "enemy of heaven" is so terrible...

The North River Sword Sect, the middle-aged scribe who stood on the top of the mountain smiled bitterly, and his projection had been standing on the stars, maintaining the appearance of being honest.

Powerful fighting methods harmed Chi Yu, and their little family of swordsmen just listened to them.

Finally, the middle-aged scribe slowly breathed a sigh of relief when the few breaths that followed disappeared.

"The peak masters, elders, and inner disciples of the peaks, come to the main peak to discuss matters!"

...

At the junction of the Eastern Heaven Royal and the Northern Heavens, in an endless void without any stars, a golden crow appeared out of thin air, then converged and turned into a handsome fairy dressed in white.

But then, his face became very old, and his realm was perfectly hidden.

Chunyangzi looked down at his left hand, with a bronze square box floating in his palm; and his gaze seemed to pass through the square box and fell on the broken finger inside.

"Why... there is such a change..."

He whispered, his figure returned to the void, disappearing strangely, without even the slightest fluctuation.

...

A few days ago, in a different courtyard in Fengmo Xinghaicheng.

A group of people sat around the stone table while looking at the wine glass on the table.

Zhang Zikuang said solemnly, "This...should be considered a cultural relic, right?"

"Bah," Fan Tuantuan rolled his eyes, "This is what the ancestor of the non-verbal predecessor has just used, how can it be regarded as a cultural relic!"

"Chunyangzi found here?" Master Huaijing muttered ~www.readwn.com~Why didn't he let him go to destroy Tianfengmen? "

Wang Sheng smiled and said: "Master Patriarch is also avoiding the pursuit of some heavenly enemies at this time, so it is inconvenient to show up, otherwise we may be implicated."

Suddenly, Huai was shocked.

Yao Yun, who was holding the jade dish to the side, said in an angry voice: "Why is there so many old people in the heavens, but he is the only one being watched and killed? I am afraid that this is not as simple as the enemy of the heavens."

Wang Sheng and Senior Sister looked at each other.

The resentment of the thirteen princesses against their ancestors hasn't been for a day or two. I dare not ask if there is anything in it, and I don't know.

"Would you like to ask some Heavenly Court masters to come and help?" Yaoyun shook the jade disc in his hand, "This Chunyangzi has done a useful thing, and there are many masters' whereabouts."

Wang Sheng was a little moved at once, but he said with surprise: "It is not appropriate to move rashly."

"Why?"

"It seems that the first and second masters can alleviate the urgent need, but it is equivalent to exposing the earth to the masters of the hundred races," said with a startled smile, "now our situation is not in serious danger, what we need is patience, and what we need is more. It is to avoid being associated with the heavenly counterattack army more than 100,000 years ago.

In the last counterattack, the Hundred Clan’s initial response was very messy, but once the heavenly court showed a trend of restoration, these forces that destroyed the heavenly court felt an unprecedented crisis, and once again pressed their respective contradictions and united with each other, and then there was the Ziwei Emperor. Eventually hate.

The principle of boiling frogs in warm water is also applicable here. "

"That's right," several people nodded at the same time.

Yaoyun threw the jade disc into Wang Sheng's hands, and suddenly asked: "What good things did your ancestor master leave for you?"

Wang Daochang smiled slightly and took out the jade pull finger.

There are a lot of things inside, but...not very practical...