Beyond Deep Space

All of a sudden, a huge tornado appeared, accompanied by sword energy soaring into the sky, penetrating the sky and the earth, the scene was very grand, his aura was improving, and his power was growing.

The four of them showed strange expressions, this grandson really... wants to break the limit on the spot?

The extraordinary factor was absorbed, Wang Xuan's body glowed, the storm was weakening, his body was swallowed up like a bottomless pit.

In addition, a sword wheel appeared outside his body, and there was a condensed sword light, like a radiant divine ring covering him, clanging.

His physical body is very dazzling, flowing with sword light and sword intent, the same rules as the sword wheel are originally from the same source, every move of his hand and every move has the potential to split the sky.

The same is true for his primordial spirit, forming a body-protecting sword light, turning into a dazzling divine ring, covering his spirit in it.His parietal bone resonated even more, and the imprint of the texture of the imperial path that was exclusive to him was intertwined.

Wang Xuan broke through the limit four times and successfully passed through. He didn't sit in meditation to break through the barrier, but just stood on the big bluestone in the water pool to complete all this.

When all the regular sword lights, dao rhymes, and extraordinary factors were restrained and submerged into his body, the place returned to tranquility.

He still didn't move for a long time, staring at the depths of this ancient dojo, in his eyes was the big sword stained with blood, as if he saw the scene of it splitting the world in a certain era and fighting the extraordinary universe in blood. It is a super prohibited item.

With a clang, his body was like a divine sword with sharp edges, twisting and collapsing the void, and he came back to his senses completely.

"Guys, I'm fine, I'm going to worship the mountain again!" Wang Xuan said, and he jumped off the huge bluestone.

The water pool and the bluestone are undamaged, and there is a faint sword energy flowing, not because he intended to protect them, but because they themselves are difficult to damage.

This is an ancient Taoist temple, which was once a place of worship for thousands of people. It looks calm, but even outside the mountain gate, it is extraordinary, with the rhythm of back to nature.

"I take back what I said before. I underestimated you. Sword repairers have always used the sword to make friends. Do you want to enter the mountain gate? Then let's compete with swords." The young man in black came out.

"Okay!" Wang Xuan nodded, no longer being polite, and no longer low-key about finding people, if you don't want to compete, just follow their rhythm.

With a clang sound, an iron rod was in his hand, and he used it as a big sword. He held it with one hand and pointed at the opponent.

"I'm already a transcendent in the early days of the heavenly level." The man in black walking from the high ground said.

Wang Xuan said: "Sword cultivator, don't care about these things, just talk about the way of swordsmanship, and pay attention to cutting upwards, come on, speak with the sword in your hand, and express your heart directly!"

No matter how unkind, the sword cultivators present understood his current self-confidence. This is a sword in hand, and he has completely entered the artistic conception of the way of the sword.

According to past experience, such a person is not in a daze, but to become a sword lunatic, he really has an aura that can push enemies from all directions, and can reverse the transcendence of a higher realm than him.

Of course, it shouldn't be too outrageous. If the gap between Taoism and deeds is too large, even if you are an unrivaled genius, you will be killed by someone's sword!

The man in black who was walking stopped talking, his aura suddenly changed, the radiance suddenly rushed up, all the voices disappeared, and the other scenery disappeared, only him and a magic sword remained in the mountain.

His endless sword intent, as well as the texture of the imperial way, are all integrated into this sword, and it spurts out, as if breaking through the shackles of time and space.

At this moment, everything in the world was silent, and only this person was moving with his sword, drawing a beautiful and splendid trajectory, and slashed to the front.

It has to be said that the revived Soaring Sky Dojo is terrifying, and even Wang Xuan is moved. It is really extraordinary that he is the first person to compete with him to show such a kendo field.

Everything disappeared, melted by that sword light, as if all people's cognition and memory of the original world were cut off, only this sword crossed the world.

Clang!

Wang Xuan held an iron rod in his right hand and used it as a big sword. He was really surprised. After the sword was sacrificed, it covered everything, even the real world was blurred.However, he was not affected. Now his whole body is like an unsheathed divine sword, and even his primordial spirit is shining with sword light. The moment he strikes, the world returns to its original state, everything in the world is still there, or So vivid.

With a bang, a majestic sword light emanated from the black iron rod. It was extremely thick, like a mountain being swung out, and met the opponent's sword intent and the divine sword itself.

In this area, the sword light pierced the sky, split the void, and the astonishing Dao Yun expanded, sweeping away centered on the two of them, like a galaxy bursting with infinite light, born and died there.

In the end, the man in black was covered in blood, and flew out horizontally. The divine sword in his hand was covered with cracks, and his mouth was full of blood foam, and he hit the mountain gate in the distance.

"Brother!" The other three rushed over and helped him up.

Obviously, the man in black has high prestige and status in this dojo, and is a powerful figure.

Wang Xuan nodded secretly, as it should be, if anyone who came out at random could catch his powerful sword intent, this orthodoxy would be too terrifying.

"Teach me, the sword is powerful, strong, invincible, and really powerful." The man in black wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.

Wang Xuan nodded, stuck the iron rod on the ground, and cupped his fists to express his apology.

Here, the grass and trees are not disturbed, and they have not been destroyed by the sword competition between the two, which highlights the horror and astonishment of the former site of Chongxiao Temple, and the immortality of the dojo.

"I'm here to learn, to make friends with the sword." The woman in Tsing Yi came off.

"Please!" Wang Xuan is no longer humble this time, and he has figured out their style. If he says something polite, it may be considered coy, so let's fight!

Even if a woman ends up, he doesn't intend to be merciful, let the water go, and come as she pleases.

Obviously, this woman in Tsing Yi is not ordinary, her senior brothers have been defeated, but she is still confident as before, standing on the high ground to make a move.

With a bang, hundreds of thousands of sword qi rose directly, and she was holding hundreds of thousands of swords, densely packed, and a large number of flying swords poured towards Wang Xuan like a torrent.

Seeing suddenly, the sky was crowded and submerged by flying swords, like stars falling from the sky, all shot down, this sight made one's scalp tingle.

A radiant sword light rose from Wang Xuan's body, turning into a divine ring, covering him, the runes flowing, and his defensive power was astonishing, but his most important thing was to attack.

Holding an iron rod in his right hand, he performed the first form in the 4-page sword scripture obtained from the backyard of Zhensheng. Today is different from the past, his understanding of this article has improved several levels, and he has realized the true meaning.

When he swung the big black iron rod with one hand, the sword was full of intent, as if cutting through the space of the universe at once, and then, the sword solidified time and space silently.

The dense flying swords pouring down like a torrent were all frozen, and the whole world seemed to have fallen into absolute stillness.

Even the woman was struggling, and she was imprisoned.

Of course, when Wang Xuan himself was urging this sword, he also endured tremendous pressure, and his head was sweating. The more he realized the true meaning of this sutra, the more he lamented that the extraordinary world is vast and deep, and it needs to be constantly explored. explore.

Wang Xuan swung the pitch-black iron rod with difficulty, dripping sweat, disturbing the tranquility of the still time and space, and seemed to break the balance all of a sudden.

"Boom!"

Those hundred thousand flying swords and immeasurable sword energy were all pushed out by his big iron rod sword, like a monstrous big wave rolled out, shaking the clouds in the sky.

The woman in Tsing Yi coughed up blood. Accompanied by her flying sword, she flew upside down and hit a huge stone pillar in front of the dojo, causing a ray of light to rise there, preventing her from being castrated.

"Pfft!" After falling to the ground, she spat out another big mouthful of blood.

"Chengrang, who else wants to make friends with the sword?" Wang Xuan clasped his fists and changed his style. Whether it was a man or a woman, he swung the sword directly, and the effect was good.

The way these people looked at him changed, their expressions were dignified, but there was no malice. This was a way of looking at a real opponent. There was no contempt, and some just paid attention.

Wang Xuan had a thorough grasp of their pulse, so he just came here to compete with his sword with his heart, and respected his opponents, then he defeated them openly.

Outside the mountain gate, there were still two people left, and they didn't make any more moves, because they realized that they were really not opponents.

"Please!" This time, the man in black and the woman in green directly invited Wang Xuan into the mountain gate.

Wang Xuan didn't know what to do. Earlier, the other party didn't want to see him and drove him away. Now he is allowed to enter the dojo surrounded by the high-level magic circle. If something happens after he enters, he will not be able to escape.

He asked the mobile phone in his heart, how is this dojo, is it dangerous?

"From the current point of view, their true sage should not be in the dojo, and the style of Chongxiao Palace has not changed, it is still so rigid and tough, so it won't count against you."

"If you have any questions, take me away!" Wang Xuan said.

Then, he took a generous step and followed them into the mountain gate.

As soon as he entered this grand dojo, not far away, someone came in front of him, and someone made a friend with a sword, and wanted to compete with him.

Come on then!Wang Xuan did not refuse anyone who came, and immediately accepted it.

This is a man and a woman, who are about to end at the same time, and attract a lot of people to watch.Obviously, these two people are quite famous in Chongxiao Palace.

After the fight, Wang Xuan immediately knew how extraordinary they were. This man and a woman, the man used the Taiyang True Solution, the woman used the Taiyin True Solution.

At this time, Wang Xuan used the 4-page sword scripture obtained from Zhensheng's backyard. At the same time, combined with his comprehension of Yuanshen warfare, he extended the sword scripture to the spiritual realm and visualized the cosmic sea of ​​stars.

In the end, around him, the galaxy was vast, and the sword was full of light. The black iron rod and great sword pierced through this sea of ​​stars, and blasted out, as if carrying the power of the sea of ​​stars in the universe, descending.

puff puff!

The yin and yang sword lights of a man and a woman were scattered, each was covered in blood, and even the primordial spirit was suppressed and passed out.

Wang Xuan was invited into the dojo, walked forward all the way, and faced eight masters in a row, all of them were celebrities in the dojo, and they were all defeated by him, and those people were actually very powerful.

"That's it. If the realm is similar, or a little bit higher than him, the pure kendo domain can't suppress him. To defeat him, you can only rely on the depth of the way." The man in black who was injured earlier said.

"Let the four-time limit breakers in our dojo compete with swords." Someone suggested.

"Forget it. At present, there are no four-time limit breakers in the realm of true immortals in our dojo. They have already been promoted to the middle and late stages of the heavenly level. It is meaningless to compete with swords in this way."

Finally, no one made any further moves, Wang Xuan calmed down, and immediately said, "Brothers and sisters, I'm here to find Jiang Qingyao, is she in the dojo?"

"Are you looking for Junior Sister?" Someone responded to him, it was the woman in Tsing Yi who had sparred with him earlier.

Wang Xuan's heart trembled, the same name and surname, is he looking for the same person?Fairy Sword is here, and has become the little junior sister of this ancient dojo?

Chapter 887 Reuniting the Sword Fairy Jiang Qingyao in the New Chapter

Chongxiao Temple, the place where thousands of races once worshiped, and the former True Saint Dojo, has been revived in this lifetime.

There is indeed a transcendent named Jiang Qingyao here.

"I want to see her!" Wang Xuan said in a very sure tone.

"Your true sage looked into the deep space and saw a corner of the trajectory of fate. He guided you here to meet my junior sister?" the woman in Tsing Yi asked, remembering what he said earlier.

"Yes!" Wang Xuan nodded, but felt weird, Fairy Sword is not too young, right?

In the mother universe, she rose up in the ancient times, and she was over 800 years old when she left, and she was already a master of heaven, so she is just a junior sister here?

Now 237 years have passed, no matter how she is, she is also a thousand-year-old Taoist, so she should be stronger.

"She has never been born, so how could it be related to you?" said the woman in Tsing Yi, her name is Zhou Qingdai, and she can control hundreds of thousands of swords at a time.

"I don't understand the words of the true sage." Wang Xuan said, fortunately, no one thinks that he is using the Supreme Being as a cover to make a show.

"Little junior sister is retreating, but I can take you to see her." The man in black also said, his name is Mo Sijian, and he is the first person to compete with Wang Xuan.

This group of sword cultivators were very straightforward. They didn't like him earlier, so they chased him away. Now that they respected him, they had nothing to say and led the way.

Wang Xuan has no ill feeling towards them, these people are much stronger than Wu Lingong and Chang Ming.

On the way, he saw one sword field after another. There were disciples practicing swords, who were still very immature, and there were also old men who understood the law, and their swords were powerful.

On the way, many people looked at Wang Xuan, because they knew that this was a sword fairy from outside, and no one could subdue him when he defeated the eight masters who were similar to the realm of real immortals.

For a while, Sun Wukong was considered a little famous in the Chongxiao Palace.

Someone swings a sword, and it can resonate with the dojo.

Wang Xuan was moved, and stopped for a while at a place where an old man practiced swords. This holy place of swordsmanship is really unpredictable.

"That's our fifth senior brother, who has been trapped in the realm of heavenly perfection for 500 years." Mo Sijian said.

"That's good, if you go to hell in the future, it will be much safer if you have five senior brothers leading the team." Zhou Qingdai said with a cold demeanor.

"How old is he?" Wang Xuan asked.

"More than 2000 years old." Zhou Qingdai replied.

Wang Xuan was dumbfounded, this fifth senior brother had short white hair and looked like a hairpin. His real age was actually not very old, but he was just slovenly.

"If he wants to break through the past, he can do it at any time, probably because he doesn't want to?"

Mo Sijian nodded, and said: "Yes, he wanted to cut out the sword in his heart, but he was not satisfied so far, so he was trapped in this field."

Soon, Wang Xuan learned that the people who just competed with him have practiced for 2000 years.

This is already a very fast speed. When a celestial transcendent ascends to the realm and breaks through a small level, it is much slower than when he was a true immortal.

"How long have you practiced?" Zhou Qingdai asked. Although she was a woman, she was very straightforward as a swordsman, and asked whatever came to her mind.

"Hundreds of years." Wang Xuan said, he didn't say the specific number, it was a bit dazzling and blurred the past.

However, the few sword cultivators who followed were still quiet for a while, the four-time limit-breaking true immortal in hundreds of years?This speed is a bit abnormal!

Soon, both Zhou Qingdai and Mo Sijian knew that they had indeed misunderstood this grandson earlier.

"I have to explain, otherwise I will be misunderstood forever. I am really not a grandson, and I have no blood relationship with the true saint." Wang Xuan corrected on the spot, justifying his name.

A sword cultivator nodded: "Understood, those with lofty aspirations are unwilling to live under the light of their ancestors, they all want to go out of their own way, understandable."

What do you understand?Wang Xuan intends to break up with him, but after thinking about it, forget it, tired, the most important thing is to find someone first!

On the way, he made indirect remarks and asked about Jiang Qingyao's condition.

Mo Sijian told: "Little junior sister is lively and active, very intelligent, and has a very high understanding, but she doesn't talk about the past, she has forgotten it, it should be amnesia."

Wang Xuan's heart sank all of a sudden, what happened back then, how could Fairy Jian lose her memory?He felt quite anxious and wanted to see her immediately.

However, when he thought of the terrifying Transcendent Guanghai, he sighed again, it was too dangerous to walk that way, anything could happen.

His originally relaxed mood was covered by part of the haze again.

Zhou Qingdai was indifferent, glanced at Mo Sijian, and said: "It's only your elm head that thinks that little junior sister has lost her memory, she just doesn't want to talk about the past."