World of Cultivation

Wei Sheng walked on the street, and the surrounding crowds cast awe. Wei Sheng is now famous in the Devil World. So far, he has not lost.

The master who fell under his sword has more than twenty.

Many of them are famous and proud. In the winning streak of Lien Chan, Wei Sheng’s voice was unprecedented.

From the initial invitation to the battle, to the challenge of today, he only spent a few months.

For Wei Sheng, the Mozu really does not have much bad feelings. He is silent, resolute, like iron, not the slightest contrived, style and hardship, no arrogance, the pursuit of power is beyond the perseverance of the ordinary, the piety of the sword is moving. And for the people to be bright and upright, although losing twenty masters, but few people died under his sword.

In the eyes of the proud Mozu, Wei Sheng has almost all the advantages that the Mozu has advocated.

Such a character is a demon, and it is difficult to give birth to a disgusting heart. Many Mozus are feeling secretly in the dark, and these characters, if it is the Mozu, how good.

He is so powerful!

The 20-game losing streak is a master, and many people are already speculating that under the handsome level, he has no more opponents.

Is it really necessary to be handsome?

However, more people feel that this statement is not very interesting. Which one is not in power? They are busy expanding and busy with the war at this time. Who has time to compare with a sword?

Perhaps Wei Sheng's strength is infinitely close to the handsome, but even if it is separated by a line, this gap is insurmountable.

The eyes of the big men are more directed to the battle between Jiang Zhe and Xiaomo. In their view, the master of Wei Sheng is certainly appreciated, but if he does not step into the virtual period, he will not have any real impact on the whole situation. But the victory and defeat of Momo’s battle will directly change the situation.

If Momo wins, the voice will skyrocket and will become the first person in the new generation of the Devil. The decline of the Hanging Temple cannot be stopped.

If the Hanging Temple wins, the Mozu defeats and loses in the battlefield. Jiang Zhe’s voice is even heavier, and the Hanging Temple will be more powerful. And laughing Mogo is nowhere to be.

The level of attention received in this battle far exceeds that of Wei Sheng.

Wei Sheng was not affected by this, and these factors were never within his attention. He was on the stage as usual, waiting quietly for the advent of his opponent.

He sat cross-legged and the black sword floated beside him.

He is not clear who his opponent is today. He has never collected information from any of his opponents, and it does not make any sense to him. He is trying to sharpen his sword, not to win or lose. A simple victory has no value for him.

The heart is like a void, and a small black sword hangs in the void. Looking closely, you will find that it is a black sword of the small version. But unlike the black sword's violent bloodthirsty, this little black sword is beginning to take off.

The sword is like an endless void!

Expansive, deep, endless!

No empty sword!

His free-spirited swordsmanship has surpassed any generation of predecessors who have no space, reaching an unprecedented height. Six swords, in his hands, are undergoing transformation.

Suddenly, the little black sword trembled.

A wave of light and almost imperceptible, no-empty swordsmanship, like the ripples of the ripples, swaying around.

Everything around him emerged in Wei Sheng’s heart.

A crowd of people is very clear.

This person is monitoring himself!

The little black sword and Wei Sheng's mind are connected, it seems to be sensing something, and there is a tremor.

Sword meaning!

This person is a sword repair, and it is a Kunlun sword repair!

His eyes showed a slightly undetectable hostility, but the little black sword reacted like this, but it was the smell of the faint Kunlun sword on his body, which could not be distinguished by the naked eye, but in the void of the sword, this silk taste, but It is so eye-catching.

Kunlun will not give up, he has long understood.

However, Kunlun probably did not think that he would not be willing to give up.

Wei Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and the pair of persevering scorpions flashed a slap in the face.

Since you are here, don't think about leaving!

Wei Sheng got up and the black sword seemed to be attracted and flew into his palm.

The Mozu under the stage was awkward. They saw Wei Sheng’s first move before the competition. In the past competition, before the advent of the opponent, Wei Sheng would be like a meteorite, sitting with his eyes closed and motionless.

What does he want to do?

The demons have expressed doubtful expressions.

At this time, I heard Wei Sheng’s clear drink and spread it throughout the audience.

"When Kunlun Jianxiu, when did it become a Tibetan head and tails?"

Wei Sheng’s black sword in his hand pointed to the Kunlun sword repair hidden in the crowd.

Kunlun sword repair!

The underworld of the audience is in vain.

The words "Kunlun", for thousands of years, brought to the Mozu, is an endless pain.

The place where Wei Shengjian pointed out, the crowd separated like a tide, revealing the Kunlun sword repair in the crowd.

The body is medium, and its appearance is not good. It looks like it is no different from the ordinary Mozu. It will disappear quickly after being placed in the crowd.

Kunlun sword repair has no other movements, he has been locked by Wei Sheng's sword.

"I am curious how you found me?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, and it was very unpleasant. He didn't have any momentum, just like an ordinary person. But his words undoubtedly acknowledged his identity.

"My sword recognizes you."

Wei Sheng faintly said.

As soon as the voice fell, the space around him and the Kunlun sword had been turned into a void, boundless void.

"The rumor has no empty swords, there is a six-sword sword, named [no empty swords], I did not expect that you can make another machine, and the upper floor, your head and the uncles know under the spring, presumably feel I am so pleased." Kunlun swords and smiles, self-concerned.

Wei Shenghu was shocked.

In the eyes of the hardened iron, the deep sorrowful color gradually emerged. The palm knuckles of the black sword were whitish and shivered because they were too hard.

There is a tremor in the endless void, and there are signs of instability.

Kunlun sword repaired a shallow smile on his face, walking around Xu Xing, like a leisurely walk, calmly.

"Unfortunately, you can't see them again, even your brothers and sisters have fallen into the hands of the Mozu, and become the prisoners of the Mozu. The empty sword gate has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it is annihilated. regret."

Wei Sheng didn't say a word, but the blood on his face faded with the other party's words.

Kunlun Jianxiu looked at Wei Sheng with a smile and laughter. In the intelligence, Wei Sheng’s character is as strong as iron, extremely tenacious, but extremely emotional, this is his biggest weakness!

The sword is ancient, the world is long, and the love is nothing but the worldly thing. If the sword is contaminated, it will never be able to reach the peak.

Unfortunately, a good man!

Kunlun sword repaired his face still, but there was no cold feeling in the middle of the ice.

A transparent, thin sword like a flap, I don't know when it appeared in his palm.

When he just wanted to start, he suddenly realized that there was a sudden sway in the cold scorpion.

Wei Sheng in front of him, the breath suddenly changed dramatically.

The distant and desolate atmosphere, screaming deep sorrow, came from the endless void, turned into a silky, black sword that fell into his hands.

The black sword suddenly screamed!

For example, the ancient wild beasts screamed, the violent and violent smell of the sky, the thick **** smell, oozing from the blade, and blending into the dark void around.

In the blink of an eye, the dark void was stained with a dark red.

Wei Sheng’s body trembled fiercely and his face was pale, as if the blood of his body was exhausted. But he holds the hand of the black sword, but it is like a rock, and it doesn't move.

Kunlun sword repaired his head violently, and if he saw Wei Sheng behind him, he had a huge blood sword like a mountain peak, floating still.

The blood of the silk, dripping down the blood, violently suffocating the blood, let his sword heart instinct tremble.

this is……

Wei Sheng's red eyes turned dark red and turned dark red until it turned black again.

It is as deep as black before the endless void.

The killing and **** smell of Haotian seems to disappear suddenly. The huge blood sword behind Wei Sheng disappears like a phantom.

Only the surrounding void with blood, let people know that the scene was not an illusion.

Kunlun sword repaired his mouth and looked at Wei Sheng's body inconspicuously. It looked like a ghost.

"Hey God blood sword... How could it be..."

He muttered to himself and looked pale.

Wei Sheng looked as usual, the black sword in his heart, the whole body red, and the surrounding void, also dyed a few red. On the blood sword, a small baby, sitting cross-legged, is very similar to Wei Sheng.

Yuan Ying!

At this time, he successfully broke through the Yuan Ying!

Wei Sheng’s sword realm has always been above his cultivation. It is the devils who were defeated by him, and they did not think that the opponents they faced were actually only a Jindan period sword repair.

Until today, I suddenly heard the news of the head and the uncles, and the grief and indignation in my heart caused the black sword to resonate in my hand. The killing of the black sword in the black sword instantly broke through the obstacles in his body.

Although he had ominous guesses in his mind before, but he did not get the confirmation message from the head, he still had some hope. Until the other side said that the broken, Wei Sheng, but lost the last obstacle and scruples. The last trace between him and the black sword was also broken.

The long-term accumulation, the enlightenment of the edge of life and death during this time, made his breakthrough come true.

Kunlun Jianxiu wanted to make Wei Sheng's mind reveal flaws, but he never thought of it, but it became an opportunity for Wei Sheng to break through.

"Hey, the blood sword, you called this name."

Wei Sheng gently caressed the black sword in his hand and muttered to himself. The black sword felt the sorrow of Wei Sheng’s heart, the more violent the killing, the trepidation, the blood of the silk, the blood from the sword, and in a blink of an eye, the blood of the sword was mottled.

The blood on the sword seems to have a strange atmosphere.

If Zuo Mo is here, you will find that this breath is the breath of divine power! Pure and incomparable divine power!

This silky blood is the blood of the totems of the various families that it drank thousands of years ago!

Kunlun Jianxiu finally recovered, but he soon became even more pale, and he was completely suppressed by Wei Sheng!

The void around the blush, like a huge iron tongs, pressed him to death.

impossible!

Even if it is a **** sword, it can never be so tyrannical!

Is it...

A terrible thought flashed through his mind.

Just at this time, Wei Sheng looked up.

In an instant, Kunlun Jianxiu only felt that Wei Sheng and the surrounding newspapers were red and empty.

Sure enough... he broke through!

"Master Shi Shu is on, no empty sword blood, disciple Wei Sheng, Kunlun blood sacrifice!"

This is the last sentence heard by Kunlun Jianxiu.

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