The Thousand Mile Sword Tomb is like a giant beast's spine protruding from the surface, and the remaining sword is inserted into the forest. The sword silly Li Ping'an walked along the sword's edge with the afterimage, and his green robe remained motionless in the chaotic wind.

"Everyone, he is Li Ping'an. He has already brought some of the sword laws in the Nine Extreme Sword Sutra to the extreme level and joined forces to deal with him!"

"good!"

"It's worth fighting with such a kendo master!"

More than a hundred Taiyi Immortals in front formed a formation of a magic treasure formation, and the torrent of magic treasures crushed three sword mountains and pressed them down.

Many people come here to fight and know their strength and are difficult to win the position of the Heavenly King. However, being able to fight, fight, and fight with excellent people is also a huge experience and wealth.

With such a platform, countless people outside the world are eager to seek abuse. Even if they die in the True Realm Immortal Realm, they will be reincarnated with memory in the True Realm Immortal Realm. They will quickly recover after re-cultivating for tens of thousands of years.

More than a hundred people joined forces to fight, but Li Ping'an was not afraid at all.

He also stroked his fingers across his eyebrows, and nine ancient swords were pulled out from his spine: the Tianhan Sword frozen time and space, the Light Time Sword stretched out cause and effect, and the Chaos Sword collapsed law... The Nine Swords hanging in the sky actually intertwined above his head to form the "Nine-Sword Sword Sutra" extreme Dharma appearance - the Sword Heaven Gate!

"break."

The first sword, Tianhan Sword, was slashed out, and the Qianli Sword Tomb frozen into a mirror. The thirty cultivators who rushed to the front turned into ice sculptures, and their bodies were shaved into ice crystal dust by the sword energy.

A genius of the Phoenix tribe spread its wings of the sky, and the Nanming Lihuo condensed into a fire phoenix and rushed towards him. Li Ping'an's right pupil was flowing for a long time, and his left finger flicked the sword ridge of the day - at this time, the magic spell was activated in an instant!

He also practiced such a secret method of time and space!

——The fire phoenix flap its wings was slowed down many times, and Li Ping'an walked through the fire curtain like a leisurely stroll in the courtyard. Nine swords came out at the same time.

The thunder sword was violent and thunderous, triggering the Chaos Tribulation Thunder and splitting the twelve Titan tribes into coke.

The space sword collapsed into the void, and many magic weapons attacked back to its master. Three monks were killed by their natal flying swords.

The Chaos Sword turned into a black hole vortex, drawing the mana of more than ten cultivators into a vacuum.

In the end, Guixu rushed out in one move. Wherever the sword light passed, more than one hundred sword cultivators and their formation collapsed into black hole residue deep in the sword tomb.

Li Ping'an put his sword in the sheath, and the ice surface reflected his indifferent eyebrows: "In the small heavenly throne, my sword is invincible!"

Many people outside the venue were already cheering.

Especially the Jianyidao Sect where Li Ping'an is located, and the Human Tribe Jie Sect, I don't know how many people are cheering and shouting at this moment.

"Master Li is mighty!"

"The little king of Luotian Grand Ceremony must be my sword!"

The other side

Ao Yue transformed into eight thousand feet of dragon bodies and entrenched in the sky, and each piece of reverse scale was engraved with eight extreme runes of the Heavenly Dragon Achievement. Two hundred monks below formed the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation, and the stars were chained toward the dragon's body.

"The scoundrel shakes the tree."

His space dragon head opened his mouth to swallow the star chain, the poisonous dragon breath corroded for a hundred miles, and the star light was dark when it touched. Bai Xing, a disciple of the White Tiger clan, came to fight in war armor, but was hedged by the dragon flame spurted by the dragon head-

The dragon claws tore the opponent's armor apart, and the two of them fists fiercely, and the violent aftermath shook several monks into blood mist.

Ao Yue's most terrifying thing is the fire and thunder combined attack spell, the fiery sky purple flame mixed with chaotic thunderstorm, steaming the Qianli Long Abyss into a melting furnace.

The Nanming Lihuo, who was proud of the monks of the Suzaku clan, was assimilated by Long Yan, and backfired and burned through his own formation flag.

Ao Yue swept his dragon tail and more than a dozen enemy cultivators crushed into the center of the earth like ants. The exploded blood mist was absorbed by the dragon scales and turned into a new Taoist pattern.

"Eight-Jilong Domain-Open!"

The eight laws interweave into millstones, crushing the battlefield into chaotic dust. Survivors only saw eight dragon shadows hanging from the sky, each with a complete foundation of the soul.

Fenyun is a genius of the Jinwu clan disciple. He is hanging like the scorching sun, and the ten sun shadows behind him burn the space. The genius of the Aquarius sacrifices Xuanming heavy water, and the ten thousand-foot water tornado strangles him.

"ridiculous."

He bounced his fingers and the real cremation turned into three thousand golden crows and slaughtered them down:

Xuanming heavy water was evaporated to dryness, and the body of the aquatic monk spontaneously ignited into a torch.

The cold domain sword formation of the Ice-type sword cultivator collapsed, and the sword body melted into iron juice dripping.

Hundreds of physical cultivation form formation defense.

Fen Yun sneered and made a gesture: "Sun Falls"!

A compressed sun star core fell, burning wild wilderness thousands of miles away, and the enemy's carbonization was like a black figurine.

In the end, he transformed into the core of the sun, and the light and heat radiation swept the entire scene. Only the residue of the soul floating on the scorched earth was brought back to refine by the shadow of the golden crow.

His body turned into a sun, and countless sun divine lights burst out, killing the Taiyi Immortal disciples who wanted to get close to each other and fight against them first.

Under the moonlit night

Hu Yue, the Tianhu clan, came barefoot on the moon, and the pink smoke flowed from his fingertips. Dozens of monks were approaching, and suddenly felt dazed-

The White Tiger Clan Zhan Xiu waved the butcher knife to the same clan and roared: "How dare you hurt my Taoist partner!";

The killing formation formed by the formation cultivator suddenly changed, and the magic weapon rushed towards his own people.

In the eyes of the dragon disciples, Hu Yue turned into his beloved who had fallen for many years, and was obsessed with kneeling on the ground to offer his natal dragon ball. He was completely charmed.

When she chuckled and blew away the mist, the battlefield had become a Shura field that killed each other.

The three surviving souls collapsed and knelt down and murmured: "I wish to die for the fairy..."

"Then you all die now."

Hu Yue smiled, and the fantasy moon blade slid out from her sleeve. The sword light passed by, and the three of them still smiled happily when their heads fell to the ground.

Hundreds of thousands of Taiyi Immortal Masters are fighting in this world.

Countless official disciples of the Jie Sect who were watching the battle outside were cheering for the people they supported.

When they saw that the genius from their own sect won, they all cheered. When they saw that the genius from their own sect was easily cut off by others, they immediately sighed again.

The number of hundreds of thousands of monks was rapidly decreasing. Most of them immediately gave up after being killed and were teleported out.

There are also a small number of people whose souls have been destroyed, and their true spirits have been reincarnated. They are another hero after 180,000 years later.

"You are Xiang Chen?"

A divine thought locked Xiang Chen at a distance and broke through the air in this direction.

The person who came was a White Tiger clan disciple wearing a white robe, and the character "King" on his forehead was too conspicuous.

Xiang Chen looked at him and frowned and said, "I know I dare to come and die on my own initiative? Do you think of dancing too?"

Bai Zhou looked at Xiang Chen and said lightly: "I am Bai Zhou, the number one person in the small heaven of the White Tiger Clan!"

"I heard that I had killed a disciple of the Ninth Level of Taiyi Immortal Emperor in our clan with my own hard power?"

Xiang Chen nodded: "That's right, you want to avenge him?"

Bai Zhou said lightly: "His grudge doesn't matter, it's mainly you. You hit the face of our White Tiger Clan. Although you can't completely erase you, you can also send you to reincarnation to feel the pain!"

"There are some trash in my White Tiger Clan who do not pursue the inner realm of the law. Instead, it depends on the level of cultivation. It is obvious that the guy you defeated is such a trash!"

"And I, I will teach you a lesson like a arrogant person!"

There are also many people outside the court paying attention to this battle.

The disciples of the White Tiger Clan all looked excited and quite excited.

"It's Bai Zhou. Bai Zhou met Xiang Chen, haha, Xiang Chen is dead!"

"That waste Bai Hao has thrown away all the faces of our White Tiger Clan before."

"There is also Bai Zhanxing, which is even more embarrassing!"

"Bai Zhou, kill him!"

"Bai Zhou's White Tiger Seven Killing Sword is said to have two of the sword techniques and sword intent in their practice that have reached the ultimate realm of transcendence and perfection!"
Chapter completed!