An indescribable sword!

Against the surging power of the sword thought, against the thirty years of Xiao Kongtong's heritage, launched step by step, the body of the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword twisted and retreated inch by inch.

"Hiss! This..."

Everyone's scalp was numb.

Everyone can see that Xiao Kongtong has tried his best.

Hua Chang Leng did not use the hunting ghost. The hunting ghost was clearly still on the table beside him, accompanied by the copper lamp!

Then what kind of sword is this sword?

"Sword Demon?!"

Xiao Kongtong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

He knew about the three swords of Sword Demon, but he had never seen what Sword Demon was with his own eyes. He never thought that one of the three swords of Sword Demon could come out of the red-letter ghost lottery?

"The sword is majestic and has a profound foundation."

"Actually, your strength is already superior to that of all contemporary sword immortals."

"It's a pity. After my sword ghost cultivation is completed, my mind ghost protects my body. It protects not only the present, but also the past and the future... A sneak attack is destined to be useless."

The corners of Hua Changdeng's lips closed together, and his figure remained motionless.

He still leaned against the broken willow tree with his back, one elbow resting on his left knee, his posture was casual and did not change at all.

As for the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, it was completely pushed away by its red-letter ghost sign and could not move even an inch further.

Three feet of ghosts appear majestic.

The blade of the sword has the same shape as a hunting ghost, and its appearance is exactly the same, but it is surrounded by countless resentful souls, and it is unknown how many people have lived in this world.

If we talk about Xiaoxiao Kongtong’s thirty-year sword-reading background, it is standing on the shoulders of the eight acquaintances, gathering sand to form a tower in peaceful times, and developing it slowly.

The three swords of Huachangdeng, Sword and Ghost, have the same sword age, but they are a groundbreaking new way. It is not only about cultivation, but also about killing. It also accumulates the insights of all the souls and ancient swordsmanship along the way to the realm of Jingsheng Emperor.

"You won't be able to see the secrets of sword opening."

"But you can see ghosts. Among the younger generation of ancient sword cultivators in this world, you are already considered to be the best."

Hua Changdeng finished speaking and closed his eyes.

boom!

The entire cracked second world was almost blown to pieces.

The spectators were in severe pain as if they were struck by lightning, but found that they were not ejected from the Holy Mountain, but instead entered the illusion again?

"No……"

"It's not magic swordsmanship!"

The holy mountain of Guizhe collapsed, and the screens and candles were shattered.

The sky is covered by the night, ghost eyes appear in the blue sky, and the dim light spreads across the earth. In this world, Fengdu has been established!

All over the mountains and plains, rugged and strange rocky mountains rise, and skinny and ugly-looking trees grow. The land is divided into two, half is burning lava, and the other half is frozen with frost.

Under the prison of ice and fire, Hua Changdeng looks like he is leaning against a broken willow, but his mind escapes into the eyes of Qingming ghost, looking down from a high building.

"Order this: Fengdu means ghosts, the prison of ice and fire, and the Lord of Hell of the Ten Halls, suppressing Kongtong Wuxiang."

boom!

Give an order.

Xiao Kongtong's knees suddenly dropped, his bones cracked all over his body, and he was almost knocked to the ground just by the overwhelming momentum.

He was bleeding from all his orifices, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the sky in disbelief.

But he saw the vastness of Qingming, rising steeply from the sky, surrounding him and descending ten majestic ancient Senluo halls.

On top of the main hall, some were resisting big swords, some were carrying big swords, some were holding giant spears, or some were wrapping ghost chains... Ten ghost kings wearing soul helmets, hundreds of feet in size, stepping on bone dragons, and wearing red cloaks on their shoulders, descended brazenly.

"The Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces, I have the order!"

Ten sounds merged into one, deafening and deafening.

The spectators' eyes were blown with shock, their eardrums were burst, and goosebumps stood up all over their bodies. At the same time, just one look at it made them want to die.

In the next breath, the Hell of Ice and Fire collapsed inwards, shrank in, and suddenly encircled the space-time plane where Xiao Kongtong was located, banishing it to the place where it was, unable to escape.

"town!"

The Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces raised his weapon high, and the bone dragon under his seat roared.

Surrounding Xiaokongdong, ten ancient Senluo palaces, which were comparable to mountains, also collapsed and collapsed inward, directly hitting Xiaokongdong.

"puff!"

Even if Kongtong Wuxiang Sword was the first to suppress it, he formed a protective barrier and tried to resist the shrinkage of the ten palaces.

Across the sword thought barrier, the ten palaces were like ten swords. Xiao Kongtong was among them and felt the power of Mo Jianshu and Tao Dao. He was blasted with his head raised and blood spurted out, making him dizzy.

After a sudden trance, I realized that it was wartime and I couldn't comatose myself, so I forced myself to wake up.

The Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces is riding a bone dragon and dancing with weapons. He has clearly deceived himself!

"Hiss, hiss..."

"Jiejiejie..."

"Quack quack..."

In the midst of all kinds of miserable laughter, the soul chain was thrown out, binding Xiao Kongtong's soul, and he pulled it up hard, causing the body and soul to separate.

The sledgehammer was thrown away and hit the out-of-control body. It shattered the chest and bones, passed through the body, and stained the sky with blood. It was terrible to see.

The long knife slashes, the giant sword crosses the neck...

The heavy spear was thrown, the two axes were forked...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laughing at Kongtong's pain, he actually laughed wantonly, making those watching the battle shudder.

Desperate situation!

A complete desperate situation!

Is this a flashback?

In the chaotic Lingyu Mountain, among the screens and candles, Xiao Kongtong completely let himself go and dedicated himself to the ancient swordsmanship.

"The sword rises in the bright sun, and the cold wind sings my heart."

"It's better to sleep together and bury this body than to perform a spiritual play during the Qingming Festival."

Misty songs descended from the sky, and everyone watched in horror, but when they heard the sound of the sword's words moving, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword also shone with bright silver light, which was the final song:

"Heaven's solution·Kongtong has no appearance!"

With a hiss, the laughter disappeared into nothingness.

However, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword buzzed and shook for a long time. The thought of the sword spread like water waves, breaking through the exile of the Prison of Ice and Fire, and bursting the shackles of the Ten Halls of Senluo.

A silvery moon hangs high in Fengdu.

Then, Qing Ming broke through the cracks, bringing the slightly illusory but real Shenyue Immortal City with a crash.

The fairy city stands in the clouds, and the misty clouds and smoke make the way.

There are nine planned in the city, the nine cities turn into nine swords, the nine swords combine into a formation, the sacrificial array becomes the Tao, and the Tao becomes the sword bones.

"Who can fight with me?!"

Xiao Kongtong burst into the world and turned into a giant statue thousands of feet tall. He stepped on the fairy city and towered over Fengdu. He raised his hands above his head and gathered all his strength from the top of his head.

Long!

The image of the moon-parallel fairy city shattered in response, turning into endless sword light, intersecting with each other, the silver light cut through the night sky like a snake, and the thief merged into the body of the colossus.

The Laughing Kongtong Colossus pulled out its spine, pulled out the huge Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, and slashed down with the sword.

"Bang bang bang..."

The hell of ice and fire shattered.

The horizontal sword sweeps again.

"Boom boom boom..."

The ten palaces of Senluo were blown up.

At this moment, the Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces was already trembling.

Is this crazy ancient sword cultivator so terrifying after the Heavenly Dissolution?

But before he could escape, the giant statue laughed at Kongtong and ordered the sword to be sent away. The Kongtong Wuxiang Sword turned everything into nothingness and was placed on the avenue.

"Kill, kill, kill!"
To be continued...