The sword intention is rising inch by inch!

Higher than humans, higher than Yunlun, higher than the sky!

Yu Zhiwen raised his eyes, Xingtong trembled, and his heart also trembled.

Xu Xiaoshou...

But before she could speak, the next second, she felt herself falling into such a spiritual kingdom, and a gentle, ethereal holy voice sounded in her ears:

"Hundred Dao Pi Jiujian, he and I respect the mind..."

"Utopias wishing for Lingguo, all delusions are servants..."

"I'm so miserable in my body and mind, I can't do anything with my distractions..."

When the holy sound reaches this point, there is a loud bang.

In the void, he broke free from the restraints almost instantly, and the first one to fight for the restraints was Yu Lao!

He had a shocked look on his face, as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't believe that such a young man could slash out such a lonely sword.

Fortunately, Rao Yaoyao was targeted here, and he only suffered the aftermath and was able to break free in an instant.

If it had been aimed at him, I might have been caught off guard and wouldn't have had time to resist!

"Junior, how dare you?"

Mr. Yu waved his hand, and his first move was not to help Rao Yaoyao out of trouble, but to rescue his precious great-granddaughter from sinking into a sea of ​​misery.

Then, he suddenly transformed into a giant Kunpeng, flapped his wings hanging from the sky, and flashed towards the dark shadow in the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were completely red with anger, and his anger reached its peak. How could he be afraid of such a Kunpeng?

He didn't move his sword and his eyes woke up.

"boom!"

Yu Lao felt that his spirit had suffered a heavy blow, and what he saw was no longer a young man.

Instead, he is a violent giant with the Black Dragon of the Demon Emperor on his feet, seven blood trees growing on his back, a sea of ​​white fire around his body, an empty hell above his head, and two blackened arms!

"What kind of existence is this?"

Yu Lao was briefly confused for a moment.

But such an immature image is flashy and unrealistic. Without the power of the Holy Emperor in Xu Xiao's body, he can't restrain him at all.

Mr. Yu sneered and moved forward.

At this moment, he saw an ancient book open in Xu Xiaoshou's eyes, and the pages were rustling.

On top of the ancient book, images gathered together, and soon it transformed into a white-shirted swordsman standing proudly above it. He was equipped with four swords, and he shouted with a snap of his head:

"My name is Ba Zunzun. Anyone who wants to test the sword will die or not!"

With just this sentence, Xu Xiaoshou's empty mental swordsmanship image was instantly filled with endless power, as if the Holy Emperor had arrived in person.

With a bang, Kunpeng, who had transformed into Yu Lao, staggered high in the sky and almost fell.

It was such a stagnation that when he came back to his senses, everything was too late.

Rao Yao Yao has a strong Taoist heart, and she also recovered from this immature sword, but her shrill voice could only be heard in the Yunlun Mountains:

"No!

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At the same time, Xu Xiaoshou finished reciting the last sentence, and the hidden pain turned into a highlight.

"One thought of gods and Buddhas, one thought of prajna and non-being..."

Such a sword flew across the sky and slashed across the sky!

Today, he, Xu Xiaoshou, is being chased here. If God blocks him, he will kill God, and if Buddha blocks Buddha, he will kill Buddha!

"Oh."

The silent sound turns into ripples.

The Void Falling Heroes Realm is still there, but a little regret has disappeared with the ethereal holy voice, leaving only a crystal-clear semi-saint figure.

No more power swings.

There is no dazzling death.

At this moment, the people in the Yunlun Mountains felt the same sadness.

The buzzing sound trembled, and after the climax of Tibetan suffering, a sword light was released, and with the help of the name of Saint Slayer, he completed the promotion and was promoted to the fourth-level spiritual sword. Its future is already foreseeable.

Xu Xiaoshou sheathed his sword, raised his head, took a deep breath, and finally sighed:
Chapter completed!