Xian Ao

The sword intention is like a mountain, like a song, like a prison, and like the sky. The swords that rolled in seemed to be gentle and casual, but the hidden and fierce sword intent carried an indestructible feeling. They swept across the world, reaching everything, invulnerable to everything, exuding a terrifying domineering pressure. Wang Shuyuan yelled and couldn't help shouting:

"Grandpa, what should I do? What should I do?"

The doppelgänger in Xu Jiuna's heart had only one answer:

"Escape, there is no other way but to escape."

Wang Shuyuan looked at the sword intent and said sadly:

"Run away, why, why, every time I thought I could catch up with you, I realized there was such a long distance between us.

Escape, if you can't escape, then die. "

After roaring, Wang Shuyuan rushed towards Yu Zecheng's sword intention. He neither used the flying sword nor fought, but just flew towards it.

The sword intention was light and gentle, blowing towards his face like a breeze. It was gentle and heavy as a mountain, and it also contained the meaning of the vast road. In an instant, Wang Shuyuan was like a cloud of smoke, dispersing without end. Just one sword, completely destroyed.

After the competition, the two returned to the martial arts dojo.

Wang Shuyuan's face was as white as snow, because after returning this time, the old man who kept giving him guidance disappeared and never answered his call again.

Wang Shuyuan smiled miserably and said:

"Have you even abandoned me? Why, why."

Wang Shuyuan was completely in mourning. The disappearance of the demon's ghost clone hit him even harder than his defeat.

After a long time, Wang Shuyuan gradually calmed down. He glanced at Yu Zecheng, let out a sigh of relief, and said:

"Yu Zecheng, I will not lose to you. I can do what you can do. I will definitely defeat you and take back the glory that belongs to me."

After saying that, Wang Shuyuan rose up with his sword, flew into the distance, and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

Yu Zecheng didn't say a word, just watched him leave without saying a word.

Countless people were amazed by the power of this sword, especially the Nascent Soul Lords of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. This sword was as powerful as the sky and completely surpassed the scope of the sword and dove technique.

Clouds were rolling in the sky, thunder was rolling, and a ray of light fell from the sky and hit Yu Zecheng.

The light came out strangely. Yu Zecheng felt the light. The light was not loud, but a little off. It slowly disappeared. Others did not know what the light was. Only the old madman Lao Immortal knew what it was. This became the return of the light. The laws of heaven that are virtual and true.

Due to insufficient light and insufficient understanding, Yu Zecheng was unable to advance to the True One of Returning to the Void this time, but he has found the threshold to advance to the True One, and maybe he will succeed soon.

The old lunatic and the old immortal looked at each other and were pleased with each other. It seemed that after they ascended, there would be people in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

The sect competition ended like this, and the New Year was coming in a blink of an eye. On this day, thunder suddenly rolled, and winter thunder bursts. Suddenly, all the Xuanyuan disciples were dressed in gorgeous clothes and waiting outside, because the time for Lao Immortal's ascension had arrived.

What Old Immortal cultivates is the way to calculate the power of the world. Under his calculation, the time, place and people are favorable. Everything is under his calculation, limiting the power of the heavenly calamity to the weakest moment.

On the afternoon of the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, at Shen Shi, there was a roar, and the calamity clouds appeared in the sky. The sky suddenly changed, heavy snow fell, and the bone-chilling cold wind roared up. The dark clouds were like the roaring waves of the angry sea, or like thousands of horses galloping, and the clouds were undulating. In the blink of an eye, it has covered the sky, and the layers are rolling in the sky endlessly.

All the Xuanyuan disciples were looking far away, watching the old immortal master's ascension.

The calamity clouds in the sky were about to fall. Wisps of lightning kept wandering in the dark clouds, and then there was a roar and the calamity thunder fell.

In an instant, the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Thunder roared down through the sky, resounding throughout the mountains. Thousands of mountains echoed, and the noisy and wild thunder stirred endlessly in the heaven and earth.

This thunder was extremely roaring, and a thunder pillar soared into the sky, destroying everything, and changing the color of the sky and the earth with one strike.

Lao Immortal used the power of heaven and earth to form a magic circle to resist the divine thunder.

Then the purple-gold thunder light also turned into azure blue, and a long-foot-long thunder light contained the energy of Gengjin destruction. Thousands of thunder knives and electric swords came in like a torrential rain and strong wind.

The old man struggled to resist, wielding the divine sword, and resisted the thunder. This was a test for him, a test of his will, his faith, and his persistence.

Jinque Cutting Sky Tribulation Thunder, one thunder, Purple Luck Breaking God Heavenly Hammer Thunder, three hundred and three, Extreme Yin Phantom Body Thunder, ninety-nine thunders, Lava Fiery Fire Thunder, one hundred and eight, Chaos Destruction Red Yang Ming Lei , one thousand and one, eighty-one thunders of the seven-breath heavenly calamity thunder of the flame sky, three thousand six hundred and fifty-five thunders of the samadhi of flame light, and seven thunderbolts of the Zhaozhi.

After eight consecutive thunders, the color of the world changed. Last time, the old guy took advantage of the shadow of Grandmaster Xiong to ascend and take advantage. This time, the disaster broke out violently, with the intensity more than doubled.

The old immortal ancestor struggled to resist, and finally the Eighth Thunder began to explode flying swords to resist these divine thunders. In other words, this was his limit.

The last thunder, the chaos thunder of world-destroying catastrophe, sounded. He rose into the sky, faced this final blow, and made the last sword without retreating. With a roar, the old immortal ancestor was completely shattered, his whole body was broken, and he was killed by the thunder of tribulation. He failed to survive the tribulation.

Suddenly, in the sky, the calamity clouds dissipated, and for a moment, the heaven and earth were silent, without a trace of sound.

Everyone was shocked. With the last thunder, Lao Immortal died like this. It was really unbelievable. Some people started crying, but everything was meaningless.

The tribulation thunder in the sky dissipated and the tribulation clouds dispersed.

The old madman suddenly laughed and clapped loudly.

Yu Zecheng felt a pang in his heart. The old madman was really crazy. His good brother for many years was now dead. The old madman still couldn't stand this stimulation.

The senior who cleans the Xuanyuan Sword Sect every day died like this. He couldn't hold on for the last time. It's really heartbreaking.

The calamity clouds dissipated, but the sky became clear and clear, with no clouds. Thousands of qi machines, visible to the naked eye, are interlaced and jumping happily. Between them, everything in the world shows vitality that has never been seen before.

A ray of white light descended from the sky, with colorful glazes ranging from small to large, from light to bright, falling on the earth and turning into a flying rainbow bridge.

Exquisite flowers shining in various colors fell from the sky. These flowers are all illusory things. They dissolve as soon as they fall to the ground and disappear completely. However, a powerful vitality of heaven and earth is generated here. Suddenly flowers bloomed on the ground, and dead trees grew again in spring.

As the flowers scattered by the goddess fell, bursts of heavenly sounds naturally rose from the sky, spread throughout the heaven and earth, and came from the nine heavens.

The sky is blue, and except for this fairy sound, everything is peaceful and quiet. At this time, some people were talking, some were beating drums, and some were shouting, but there was no sound at all, and there was no sound from heaven and earth.

Stars appeared in the sky with all kinds of fierce sunlight emitted by the sun. These stars completely ignored the dark clouds in the sky and shone brightly. This was the appearance of stars during the day.

The rainbow bridge connects, the fairy sounds sound clear, the goddess scatters flowers, the sky and the earth are silent, and the stars appear during the day. This is a vision of ascension, but isn't the old immortal ancestor dead?

A figure appeared here, and Lao Immortal returned to the world again. His name is Lao Immortal, and he will never die. He actually pretended to be dead to the extent that he could even deceive the catastrophe. It was really admirable.

Seeing the old immortal master appear again, all the Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples cheered together, they were so happy that everyone was like crazy.

A sound of swords sounded, which was the signal for the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect to gather together. All the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect gathered with their swords and formed a layer-by-layer formation to bid farewell to the old immortal ancestor for his ascension.

Lord Nan Tianzhen at the front took the lead and shouted:

"Disciple Xuanyuan, I respectfully send my ancestor to ascend to the throne, and bless my Xuanyuan Sword Sect to remain in the world forever."

The old immortal Patriarch looked at everyone and smiled. He didn't know why the ascended Patriarch didn't speak at this time. He might not be able to speak.

Five rays of light emitted from his body, two fell into the hands of Lord Nan Tiantian, and the third flew to Xuanyuan Sword Peak in the distance. This is the immortal treasure.

Suddenly, his body turned into a white rainbow, burned his body, and flew out a group of life-size souls, shining with precious light and completely transparent. He stepped into the rainbow bridge. Before entering, he nodded to everyone and took one last look. The old brother and the old madman looked at each other as if they were saying goodbye, as if they were saying, I'm waiting for you, and then disappeared in an instant.

Nan Tianjun shouted again:

"Disciple Xuanyuan, I respectfully send my ancestor to ascend to the throne, and bless my Xuanyuan Sword Sect to remain in the world forever."

A ray of light filled the heaven and earth, this was the blessed fairy light.

Suddenly, all the blessed immortal light shone on the Xuanyuan disciples, on the Xuanyuan Hill, and on the Xuanyuan Cave with five ridges and twelve peaks. But the most light still shines on the Xuanyuan Sword Peak. The sword peak seems to be constantly changing in the light. Years of preparation finally ushered in this fairy light.

A bell rang out slowly, and with the long lingering sound, Hongqiao shortened minute by minute.

On the land of Xuanyuan Hill, a continuous ringing of bells suddenly sounded. The sound of the bells shocked the world, and another member of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was promoted.

The last section of the Hongqiao finally merged into the sky and disappeared instantly. At the same time, thousands of rays of light spread across the sky and earth as the sun set.

The rainbow bridge disappeared, and suddenly the sky became dark again, and the calamity cloud formed again, as if it was looking for something, but it couldn't be found, and the old immortal had already ascended.

The thunder was rolling in the tribulation cloud. It seemed to be roaring angrily, and it actually deceived it. The feeling of anger spread throughout the tribulation cloud. Next time this place will be the key target, and the next person who ascends must use the strongest tribulation thunder.

In this way, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect gained another founder, and the portrait of the immortal old man was stored in the ancestral hall.

Yu Zecheng looked at the calamity clouds in the sky and said to the old madman worriedly:

"Old madman, your next disaster will be the most violent, so you have to be careful."

The old madman laughed, looked at the sky with contempt, and said:

"When the time comes, I'll let you see how my swordsmanship, my sword intention, and Jie Yun are, it's just one sword."