The First Sword of the Earth

Three hundred years...

Growing up?

This Wenquxingjun really doesn't regard him as a human being, but just as a ruthless breakthrough machine, right?

After practicing with the senior sister, Wang Sheng flew to the top of the fairy hall, thinking about how to quickly improve his current realm.

Cut the gods.

The name Wenquxingjun gave to this strategy actually has several different meanings and several different goals that need to be achieved.

The first layer is the word "Holy Spirit" that was deified in ancient times.

On the second level, Wang Sheng must kill a Taiyi Golden Immortal in full view. It is best to be a well-known master in the immortal sage realm to achieve sufficient impact...

But in any case, the most important thing is to make sure that the forces and powers of the Immortal Saint Realm have really fallen, and the Holy Spirit has really disappeared.

If this news is released directly, I am afraid no one will believe it;

And if Wang Sheng is simple, performing a scene of suspended animation under the support of Wang Shan and others, I am afraid that few people will really believe it.

These powerful and supernatural beings are more than a thief.

None of the powers that can live to this time are fuel-efficient lamps.

Wang Sheng must make this scene true and realistic, even if he pays some price and takes some risks, as long as he survives in the end and the immortal holy world no longer pays attention to him, this is the best result.

How to implement this plan, how to implement it in several steps, and how to use human and material resources, Xu Zhongliang has already arranged properly, and Wang Sheng's task is to practice.

Emperor Qinghua is about to leave soon. This Emperor has a path of death, and he can come and go calmly even if he is besieged by the powers. It is more appropriate for him to involve a part of the Immortal Saint Realm's attention.

As for the reserves of Xiaoxianjie, they decided not to embezzle for the time being, and would use it when there was a real incident.

"Longevity..."

Looking at the sword in his hand, Wang Sheng got up and played a set of Pure Yang Sword Songs. The pure sun power in his body quickly flowed, and he was also strengthening his cultivation.

But the increase is really too slow.

Half a day later, Wang Sheng was a little tired from practicing his sword, and stood quietly holding the sword.

The senior sister was also meditating in the temple, restoring the previous cultivation level that had been lost due to the rescue of the heavenly gods; this kind of loss is difficult to supplement with the practice of the fellow practitioners alone.

Yin and Yang harmonize, the principle of heaven and earth.

Wang Sheng stood there quietly vomiting, trying to get an epiphany several times...

But soon, he couldn't help but smile.

This kind of opportunity of enlightenment can be met but not sought, and pretending that you have entered the state before enlightenment is not purely funny.

"Come slowly," Wang Daochang said softly, closing his eyes and feeling the rotation of the heavens and the earth, and the fairy consciousness gradually spread on this star.

In a flash of half a month, the star gradually calmed down, and the old heavenly gods who had been rescued had begun to practice in retreat.

Emperor Qinghua had quietly left, but he left the fairy palace and senior sister here.

As long as the Immortal Palace is here, Emperor Qinghua can sense whether this star has been attacked. If it is attacked, the Emperor can use his magical powers and tear the universe back here to support him at any time, without worrying about the safety of Wang Sheng and the others.

However, Senior Sister's progress in collecting her own incomplete true spirit was delayed.

Every time Wang Sheng thought of his own practice until this time, he still couldn't give his senior sister a stable ‘online’ environment, and he felt helpless in his heart.

On this day, Wenquxingjun took the initiative to summon on the beach, and Wang Sheng saw that the senior sister was still practicing, so he flew over with the spiritless sword.

"Senior, are you looking for me?"

Xu Zhongliang smiled and said: "Well, the Dao marks left by the emperor are not ready for you, but I am also the founder of the Shushan Jianzong. It should be okay to give you some guidance."

When Wang Sheng heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, and he held the sword and said, "Thank you for your advice, senior!"

"You don't have to be so formal, I just want to salute you," Xu Zhongliang casually moved, a handful of sand condensed into a sand sword, "Come on, don't use swordsmanship, you and me try some tricks."

"Yes," Wang Sheng didn't refuse, and cheered up.

Lifting the breath, condensing the breath, the spiritless sword in his hand contains immortal light, and the start is the sharp sword move in the Ziwei Heavenly Sword.

Xu Zhongliang smiled when he saw it. The sand sword in his hand looked weak and weak, but it was in an ordinary and advanced state. It was actually fast and slow, and the sword moves were a little messy;

But Wang Sheng's several attempts to attack were all resisted by Sha Jian.

After the Spiritless Sword blessed his immortal power at this time, it was already a sharp and sharp weapon, but it couldn't hurt the sand sword at all.

At this time, Wang Sheng was fighting with people, and in fact, it was rarely possible to get close to the enemy like this. Most of them were directly wounding the enemy with sword light and sword qi, or using imperial swordsmanship within a few hundred feet.

When you are close, it is often the moment when the winner is divided.

But at this time, discussing with Xu Zhongliang, it was just like when he had not yet become an immortal and did not have much advanced cultivation skills.

In order to allow Wang Sheng to use his sword happily, Xu Zhongliang used a cohesive force every time he confronted Wang Sheng with sword moves, and gave Wang Sheng a counterattack with the same strength.

After more than a dozen moves, Wang Sheng's sword intent was ignited, and his moves became more and more rapid. The sword shadow in his hand turned into a starlight, and Xu Zhongliang was wrapped in it.

Wenqu Xingjun was also quite happy when he saw this. Wang Sheng's insights into the Ziwei Heavenly Sword exceeded his expectations by a lot.

In this endless starlight, Wang Sheng’s offensive is continuous and sharp;

Sometimes like a meteor passing by, a comet crashing, sometimes like a sun star bursting, galaxies rushing, and the sword strokes are mixed with the artistic conception of pure sun and the artistic conception of Liangyi Taiji. The Wenquxing Jun repeatedly admired.

This is actually the result of practicing swordsmanship with several ‘teachers’ such as Jingwu Lao Dao in recent years.

The sublimation of Wang Sheng's kendo is a little bit of accumulation.

"Okay, let's get here first!"

Xu Zhongliang uttered a sentence, Wang Sheng, as if waking up from a dream, leaped after receiving his sword, and stood quietly on the beach.

Suddenly he felt all eyes converging, and Wang Sheng turned his head to look, but saw that there were more than a dozen of Wang Shan's subordinates, more than a dozen old gods of the heavenly court, Wu Tianshou, and several masters he had brought in the forest beside the beach.

Of course, there is also the little white tiger with great luck.

Wenqu Xingjun is inhumane: "You have dozens of flying swords in your body, show me the swordsmanship."

In speaking, the ancestor of the Shushan sword snapped his fingers, and nine flying swords were condensed from the sand around him;

Wang Sheng didn't dare to hold it big, nine lights lit up all over his body, but he also took out nine flying swords.

Among the nine flying swords, only five flying cloud swords are treasures made of Lingxi, and the other four are of lower quality, but they are also top-notch immortal treasures.

Wang Sheng's long sword in his right hand pointed diagonally to the ground, and his left hand pinched the fingers of the sword to quickly draw a series of sword marks.

Wen Qu Xingjun squinted and smiled. Like Wang Sheng, the sword of his left hand painted the same sword mark, but the nine flying swords in the sand around him were faster than Wang Sheng's flying sword.

Um?

Wang Daochang soon discovered this, and he was a little surprised.

At this time, he could clearly feel that the immortal power used by Wenqu Xingjun's imperial sword was no different from the immortal power he used.

Moreover, these sand swords were temporarily condensed, but Wang Sheng's flying swords were constantly nurtured through his own blood...

The flying speed of the flying sword determines the power of the flying sword to a certain extent, and this is also a sign of whether the flying sword is running satisfactorily.

Why is the flying sword that he has cultivated quietly is not as good as the sand sword that this star monarch has condensed casually?

Could this be...

Vulnerability in the program written by the pioneer?

Cough, is there something else?

A curiosity arose in Wang Daochang's heart, his fingers pointed towards the front, and the nine flying swords turned into the Nine Palace Heavenly Sword Formation, whizzing away at Wenqu Xingjun.

Wenqu Xingjun smiled slightly, his finger was also a little, and it was also the Nine Palace Heavenly Evil Formation, and he banged against Wang Sheng's flying sword.

In an instant, the sound of swords roared from the sky, the sword light everywhere on the beach, and the sword energy scattered in all directions.

Eighteen flying swords were attacking face-to-face, just like eighteen invisible men with incomparably savvy physical abilities fighting on the beach. Both sword formations were broken, and the similar sword moves on both sides made the picture more gorgeous.

After a while, two drops of cold sweat appeared on Wang Sheng's forehead.

He felt a little effort.

Wen Quxing's sand flying sword is constantly getting stronger, this is when the opponent does not provide extra celestial power, the stronger the battle!

Gradually, Wang Sheng's nine flying swords fell into passive defense. Wang Sheng kept waving his left sword fingers in order to change his moves, but they were always suppressed by Wen Quxing's nine flying swords.

Not long after, Wenquxingjun made sure that Wang Sheng had already felt the gap between the two swordsmanship. With a slight raise of the sword finger of his left hand, the nine sand flying swords suddenly broke out, turning into nine streams of light to break through the defense of Wang Sheng's flying sword~www. readwn.com~ rushed to Wang Sheng.

Naturally, Xu Zhongliang would not hurt Wang Sheng. The nine flying swords on the sand were blown to pieces in an instant, and the strength on them was quietly dissipated, and Wang Sheng was covered with sand.

All those who watched the battle showed their faces and thoughts;

Wang Sheng scratched his head, his expression a little embarrassed, he was actually quite confident about swordsmanship.

But when I thought that I was facing the founder of Sword Sect of Shu Mountain, I didn't demean myself much in my heart.

"felt it?"

Xu Zhongliang asked with a smile.

Wang Sheng nodded slowly and said, "I feel it."

"What do you feel?"

"Yeah..." Wang Sheng groaned for a while, but couldn't tell the reason there. He could only say one thing: "The gap in the law of the sword."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xu Zhongliang burst into laughter immediately, walked forward with his hands under his hand, and gestured to Wang Sheng, and smiled: "Let's talk while walking. This is my unique secret. You can't be heard by these people."

Those spectators on the side also knew the rules, saluted the two and dispersed.

"Actually, this is the new sword technique that I have realized in the last tens of thousands of years." Xu Zhongliang opened his left hand, and strands of sand flew over, converging into a sand flying sword.

But his palm shook lightly, and all the sand was scattered, but in the palm of his palm, there was still another flying sword that was almost completely transparent.

"This is……"

"Sword Soul," Xu Zhongliang sighed, "This is the last piece of Yu Jianshu's puzzle, but it was not sorted out back then and passed on to my disciples and grandchildren, otherwise they could survive a few more people."

Wang Sheng was silent for a while, staring at the sword soul, somewhat unclear.

But he knew that when Xu Zhongliang took it out, he wanted to teach it to him.

Thinking of the power of the Flying Sword in the Sand just now, combined with the sharpness of the Flying Cloud Sword...

Wang Sheng was also quite moved in his heart.

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