I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Towering sword mountains towered one after another, and the mighty sword intent radiated from the sword mountains, trying to infect Lear.

This strange world is not too big, and the sword pool in the center exudes the most yin and evil aura, with a strong demonic nature, trying to assimilate Lear.

Lear stepped forward and grinned.

The sword world is formed by the gathering of sword thoughts of human swordsmen.

There are good and evil swordsmen.

The sword thoughts of justice gather in the sword world, forming towering mountains of awe-inspiring swords one after another.

The evil sword thoughts gather in a pool of swords, and the magic is astonishing.

Whether it is righteous sword thoughts or evil sword thoughts, they should be turned into his merits to help him go further.

Chapter 155 Sword Demon

One by one sword mountains, some tall, some short, without exception, exude awe-inspiring righteousness.

In the middle is Wang Jianchi, which is extremely yin and evil.

The swordsmen in the world will never cease their sword thoughts, and the sword world will last forever.

There are strong and weak sword cultivators in the world, and some are good and some are evil.

The swords of justice converge into mountains of swords, some are tall and some are short, raising a sense of righteousness and wanting to compare themselves with the God of Heaven.

The mortal killing sword thoughts gather in the sword pool, accumulating over time, full of murder and cruelty.

In the sword box, the Ningshuang sword buzzed and trembled, sending a longing emotion towards Lear.

Jianshanzheng and Jianchixie are the same as Ningshuangjian.

The difference is that in the sword world, the righteous and evil sword thoughts are formed by the gathering of the sword thoughts of mortal swordsmen, while Ningshuang Sword was born adhering to the righteousness and evil of the world, the heart sword is righteous, and the demon sword is evil.

Lear looked at the sword mountains one after another, and at the Wang Jianchi in the middle, and said with a smile, "Don't panic, these sword thoughts are unruly, you can't swallow them. After I subdue them, they will all become your rations."

After listening to Lear's words, Ningshuangjian calmed down and stopped trembling.

"In the early years, I sought swords, collected thousands of swordsmanship, traveled thousands of miles, read all kinds of worlds, and obtained a sword heart. After nine deaths, my lungs were destroyed by the essence of thousands of swords, and I obtained a sword gall. Now, The unparalleled sword thoughts gathered in this sword world just help me build a sword bone!"

Li Er's eyes were bright, and he was extremely happy. With the sword world, the sword canon he compiled could be cultivated to the third level.

Back then on Mount Wudang, master Zhang Sanfeng pointed out that Lear had an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship and was suitable for the path of forging thousands of swords.For a long time, Lear searched thousands of swordsmanship, created Wanjian Guizong, and successfully practiced Wanjian Guizong.

Later, inspired by the Jue of Longevity, Tianmo Policy, Cihang Sword Code, God of War Illustrated Record, Huangtian Wuji, Shangqing Sword Record, etc., Lear retreated in the upper world for ten years and compiled the sword code.

At present, there are only three levels of swordsmanship.

Sword heart, sword gall, sword bone.

It is very difficult to shape a sword bone, and Lear has never had the right conditions to forge the bone.

Whether it is the Haoran Jiannian conceived in the Sword Mountain or the Slaughtering Jiannian conceived in the Sword Pond, they are suitable for forging his sword bones.

Without hesitation, Lear activated his sword guts, and a supreme sword spirit that overwhelmed Wan Jian burst out from his body, triggering an endless storm of sword energy, forming a giant sword that shook the sky.

The moment Li Er's sword read through his body, the situation in the sword world changed, and the whole sword world trembled.

Their king has come!

Jian Nian waved and shattered one mountain after another.

The remaining Jianshan began to struggle hard, and there was a wailing sound from Jianshan, begging for mercy from Lear.

Li Er didn't change his face, and he chopped sword mountains one by one.

The sword pool boiled, bubbles popping up.

Twelve dark green streamers flew out from the sword pool, trying to flee far away.

But the sword world is so big, where can they escape?

Lear activated his sword guts, stretched out his hand to grab it, his slender white palm was like a big net, and caught twelve dark green streamers in his hand.

Gazing at the twelve dark green streamers, Lear opened his mouth and swallowed them.

Heaven and earth are my own way, sky thunder guides my sword, all things become my sword, the universe is my own way, all living things are destroyed by me, the two poles flick my sword, eye-catching but color is destroyed, swords and scorpions are rampant, coldness reflects thousands of autumns, yin and yang turn heaven and earth, The sword demon is born from the heart, and everything is destroyed by chaos.

The twelve dark green streamers represent the twelve styles of swordsmanship, these are the twelve sword places of Xuanyin!

Huh?

Lear was amazed, it really is a big world, full of wonders.

Lear can understand that the sword becomes a demon.

It is unbelievable that swordsmanship can also become a demon.

The Twelve Sword Residences of Xuanyin will automatically find their hosts, and Lear knows that they are sword techniques that do not belong to the world, and they are extremely yin and evil.

But Lear never knew they were alive.

It sounds absurd for swordsmanship to become a demon, but they accumulate the evil sword thoughts of swordsmen in the world over time in the sword pool, gather into a spiritual body, and have life.This is caused by the particularity of the sword world. In another world, there is absolutely no such absurd thing.

Lear did not pursue the birth of the Twelve Swords of Xuanyin, and suppressed the Twelve Swords of Xuanyin with the sword gall in his body, and let those sword mountains plead, Lear chopped up one sword mountain after another, and swallowed the awe-inspiring sword thought with his mouth belly.

Looking at Wang Jianchi, Lear looked indifferently, and said, "Are you still coming out?"

The sword pool was boiling, and a black and peerless magic sword entwined with demon energy flew out, suspended in the sword world, and made a hoarse voice, "You have swallowed countless sword thoughts, and you still refuse to let me go, aren't you afraid of exploding and dying? "

This peerless magic sword actually spoke!

Lear knew clearly that it was not the magic sword that was speaking, but the demon leader who was inhabiting the magic sword.

I don't know how long the devil king has existed. It is an inexhaustible crime and slaughtered to become a demon. One demon dominates the sword pool, and even the Xuanyin Twelve Swordsman is just its younger brother.The Xuanyin Twelve Swordsman has only weak spiritual intelligence, and can only be regarded as a little demon.Mokui's intelligence is no different from that of normal people, he is a sword demon who has become climate.

Lear chuckled, and said, "You were not born easily, but it is your misfortune to meet me."

"Insanity!"

"You really think you're going to eat me?"

"Heh, a mere sword demon, this seat is sure to eat you, how about it?"

"Come here!"

Lear stretched out his hand and grabbed the magic sword with one palm.

call out!

The magic sword pierced through the sky, endless killings and endless sins dyed the sword world into a bloody color, and it came to kill Lear, trying to cut off Lear's palm.

Lier sneered, his slender and white palms exuded a jade-like luster, he grasped the magic sword in his hands, and with a snap of his hands, the black lacquered sword body entwined with magic energy was broken into two pieces.

The devilish energy pervaded, separated from the broken sword, and gathered in front of Lear to form a phantom with first-born horns, a face covered with fine scales, and a burly and majestic body.

Mokui has no entity, it is an inexhaustible sin and killing to become a demon, it is just a spiritual body.

Without a host, Mokui can't display his sword skills, nor can he exert his power. Even ordinary warriors in the world can use internal force to dispel it, let alone Lear?

Whether it is the Twelve Swordsmen of Xuanyin, or the Demon Queen, if they fall from the sword world and find a host with sword talent, they can exert the power to destroy the world and cause catastrophe.

But without a host, they are just mental bodies, and they can't make waves at all.

The evil is not Xuanyin Twelve Swordsman and Mokui, the real evil is the human heart, it is greed!

The Twelve Swordsmen of Xuanyin and Mo Kui cannot cause catastrophe for the common people, only human hearts and greed can cause catastrophe for the common people!If the host they are looking for is not degenerate, it is impossible for them to have the power to destroy the world.

In mid-air, the horned, scaled, and blood-red Mokui finally knew he was afraid. He looked at Lear and begged, "Let me go! If you let me go, I can recognize you as master."

Lear looked calm, and replied, "A mere sword demon, how can there be so many scenes?"

"Come here!"

Opening his mouth and inhaling, the endless devouring power made Mokui throw it into Lear's mouth uncontrollably.

"No!"

Mo Kui roared, but he couldn't break free from the devouring force.

As the endless sword thought was swallowed by Lear, the storm of sword energy began to subside, a major earthquake occurred in the sword world, and the sky and the earth began to rupture together.

boom!

When all the sword thoughts were swallowed by Lear, the sword world collapsed.

In Jiukong Wujie and Jianxin Hell, which are connected to the sword world, the two spiritual minds curled up trembling with fear in their faces.

Chapter 156

A different world suddenly shattered.

Lear fell out, still in front of the Sword House in Wushuang City.

The world of swords is formed by the sword thoughts of human swordsmen, and it has gathered thousands of years of sword wisdom, all of which were swallowed by Lear.

When the sword will no longer exist, the sword world will no longer exist.

Duan Lang and Li Ya ran forward and were about to speak, but Li Er signaled them to be silent.

Looking up at the sky, thunder and lightning roared, and blood rained within a few miles. It was a doomsday scene, as if the ghosts and gods of the nine heavens and ten earths were enraged.

Lear sneered, "But you are angry after swallowing a sword world?"

There is an upper realm in this world, and in the upper realm there is the ancient Nuwa God, and there are countless ghosts and gods.However, the upper realm and the human world are separated after all. Although Lear is not sure, he thinks that the ghosts and gods in the upper realm should not be able to easily descend to the realm.

Duanlang and Li Ya looked at each other, looking at the blood rain flying around them, and the shaking sky, they were beyond terrified.Although they don't know what Mr. has done, they can be sure that God is angry and has something to do with him.

Lear raised his hand and pointed it between Duanlang's eyebrows.

Ignoring the ecstatic Duanlang, Lear said calmly, "Duanlang, I have given you the secret book of magical skills and three sword lights. You go and do two things for me."

With a serious expression on Duanlang's face, he bowed to Lear and said solemnly, "Master, please tell me, Duanlang will go through fire and water, and even if he sacrifices his life, he must complete the task assigned by Master."

Lear shook his head, "Duanlang, you have a good talent and a tough heart. You are a malleable talent, but you and I don't have the relationship between a teacher and a student. Don't call me a master, just call me a gentleman."

"You have sealed three sword lights of this seat in your body. There are not many people in the world who can stop you. You go to the Sword Villa and bring back the peerless sword for this seat. In addition, there is a Meng Bo at the bottom of the Leifeng Pagoda in the West Lake. You also bring it back for me."

Holding the Fire Lin sword in his hand, Duanlang nodded earnestly, "Please rest assured, sir, Duanlang will definitely not disappoint your trust."

Lear thought for a while, flipped his hands and took out two blood bodhisattvas and threw them to Duanlang, waved his hands and said, "Go."

Li Ya watched Duan Lang leave, looked at Li Er, and asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Li Er looked at Li Ya for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Xiaoya, protect me, don't let people come near the sword house and disturb me."

Seriousness was written on Li Ya's face, and she replied crisply, "As long as Xiaoya is here, I will never allow anyone to get close to the sword hut."

Lier nodded, turned around and walked into the sword hut, and sat down.

With all the sword thoughts in the sword world entering the body, it's time to shape the sword bone.

Lear closed his eyes, his mind immersed in his body, and he let go of the suppression of Jian Nian.

The majestic and surging sword thoughts and the most sinister and evil killing sword thoughts were not restrained by Lear, and immediately rushed into Lear's body indiscriminately. In an instant, Lear's body was riddled with holes.

His face was pale, the corners of Lear's mouth were bleeding, and his eyes were extremely bright.

The golden core is running, and the mana burns the divine fire, igniting all the sword thoughts in the body.

Lear uses the sword as firewood, and his own bones as iron and stone.

The soul turned into a hammer, and began to practice thousands of times.

Every time he swung the hammer, Lear let out a muffled groan, and his face turned pale. Gradually, Lear's face turned pale golden, without any trace of blood.

The pain that went deep into the bone marrow almost tore apart Lear's soul.

It is necessary to experience all kinds of hardships before becoming a sword bone.

Lear forgets the passage of time, and he wanders in Limbo again and again.

This kind of practice method of forging sword bones is not much better than the lower eighteen levels of hell.The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow penetrates into the soul, and it is not weaker than the tongues, knives, oil pans, steamers, stone presses, stone mills, and mortars of the eighteen hells.

Repeatedly hitting the bones with the sledgehammer, Lear's soul became more solidified and tougher.

Outside the sword hut, under the wind and sun, the little girl has grown tall, her small face is still immature and green, but it is full of tenacity.

On this day, Li Ya practiced as usual, she put aside her airs, wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked towards Jianlu, and muttered softly, "Mister, why haven't you left the customs yet?"

Lear was unaware of the wind and rain outside.

Today's martial arts world is full of excitement.