Martial Cultivator

The gray-robed old Taoist looked solemn, and between his hands, the purest Taoist Qi was constantly pouring out from around the entire long street, gradually blocking the wind and snow from falling into the long street.

In just a moment, the entire long street had turned into a closed space.

A large formation has almost taken shape.

The old man in gray robe looked at Emperor Liang who casually stepped into the formation, and said calmly, "Your Majesty is a peerless martial artist, can you recognize this formation?"

Emperor Daliang felt it for a while and said calmly, "Taomen has a theory of Bai Yujing, and there are two theories of Jade Court and Golden Tower. They are the two highest formations of Taoism. Is the one in front of me the so-called Dangxie in front of Jade Court?"

The gray-robed old Taoist nodded and said, "Yes, this formation is called Dangxie. It was my Taoist ancestor who saw the evils plundering the world, so he created this formation to suppress the evils."

Hearing this, Emperor Daliang sarcastically said, "To suppress evil spirits? As long as the monsters don't come to your Taoist temple, do you really care about them?" .🅆.🄲

The gray-robed old Taoist said expressionlessly, "Monks like us only care about immortality and don't care about the troubles in the world."

Emperor Daliang didn't speak. He just walked towards the gray-robed old man in front of him with the ancient bronze sword. He said that he didn't care about the troubles in the world. It was enough to just listen to it. If he was really dedicated to cultivating Taoism, why bother to show up? it's here?

Emperor Liang, carrying an ancient bronze sword, walked slowly down the long street. He took a step and a huge thunder suddenly fell from the sky. The power was shocking!

Regardless of whether the gray-robed old Taoist is a pseudo-real person or not, his realm is really at the end of Wangyou, and he is extremely powerful. The formation controlled by him is naturally inexplicably powerful.

But when the thunder method fell, Emperor Liang didn't have any intention of avoiding it. He raised his head slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, like a real dragon opening its eyes at this moment, demonstrating towards the sky!

I don’t know when the ancient bronze sword in his hand started to emit a faint light, like a divine sword from the Kingdom of God!

Facing the huge thunder and lightning that fell, Emperor Liang slashed it with his sword. The powerful aura instantly tore apart the powerful thunder and lightning. As the thunder and lightning shattered, the clouds shook, and several thunder and lightning fell instantly, like countless streaks between heaven and earth. The golden dragons are coming down to earth at this moment.

Emperor Liang sneered, tiptoed, and flew high into the sky

, to meet those extremely powerful thunders.

The old man in gray robe looked up and sneered.

The most powerful thunder method in this sect, coupled with the blessing of this evil formation, has already become extremely powerful. Even if Emperor Liang is unparalleled in the world, how can he win?

What's more, he was seriously injured.

There is no such truth.

The old man in gray robe could almost see the dawn of victory.

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Gan Yong stood there blankly at first, and then sat down on the long street. Emperor Liang's words actually gave him a lot of advice. In fact, he was no longer troubled by his inner demons for a long time, especially It was when he forged the fourth flying sword, Zhaoxia, that he felt that the defeat before Ban Jiazi did not have much impact on him.

But after he came here with these four flying swords full of confidence, especially after his strongest sword was broken by Emperor Liang, Gan Yong became a little confused.

Isn’t there any merit in my decades of practice?

But what Emperor Liang said later touched him a little.

Among the four flying swords, Mo Yun has been broken. This flying sword was named after his master. The ancient bronze sword is still in the hands of Emperor Daliang. The other new mirror is currently hovering not far in front of Gan Yong.

Zhaoxia was just held between his knees.

Gently reaching out, the new flying sword fell into the palm of his hand. Gan Yong murmured to himself, "When I was young, I thought that I was extremely talented, but no one among my generation of swordsmen caught my eye. I thought that all the swordsmen in the world could only maintain one sword." Flying swords, I am different from them, so I have to cultivate two, three and four swords.”

"Actually, what is the relationship between several flying swords and one flying sword?"

Gan Yong said softly, "If you don't really want to warm up multiple flying swords, how can you get the true meaning?"

Speaking of this, Gan Yong thought and his face became extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and wiped

Blood still flowed from his lips.

He was breathing heavily, feeling a little weak.

At this moment, the connection between him and the ancient bronze sword was completely severed by him!

He didn't know how much effort he had put into cultivating the Flying Sword for countless years. All those countless days and nights of hard work had been thrown away by him at this moment. The price he paid for abandoning the Flying Sword was also huge.

But there was no trace of reluctance on his face.

It was like leaving behind something insignificant.

After that, he held the new flying sword, holding the hilt with one hand and holding the sword body with the other hand.

With both hands exerting force, the sword bent instantly.

Xin Jing immediately let out a cry, and Gan Yong's palm was instantly cut open.

Blood dripped into the snow, staining it red.

The flying sword also broke at this moment!

Gan Yong held the two broken swords, threw them away, and then held the flying sword Zhaoxia with his blood-covered palms, murmuring softly, "After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature."

At the same time, Gan Yong slowly stood up. At this moment, his white hair slowly turned back into black hair.

Gan Yong, holding the sword Zhaoxia in his hand, took a deep breath and said slowly, "Your Majesty, I have a sword and I am here to ask for advice."

As these words were spoken, sword energy surged between heaven and earth!

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On the side of Emperor Daliang, he turned back from the clouds, and the evil formation had become shattered at this moment.

The formation was shattered, and the gray-robed old man suffered serious backlash. At this moment, he was seriously injured.

Emperor Daliang raised his sword and looked at the Taoist master from a distance. Blood flowed out bit by bit along his imperial robe and fell into the snow on the long street.

The old man in gray robe smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand. Until this moment, he actually had not figured out why the clearly seriously injured warrior in front of him could break through the formation he had carefully built for him.

But now that he has reached this moment, he still wants to make a last ditch effort.

He slowly stretched out his hand

He wiped it between his eyebrows, and a touch of blood fell there.

The gray-robed old man, whose fingers were trembling but moving slowly downwards, smiled bitterly and said, "I thought that if I killed Your Majesty this time, I could go back and live for ten or twenty years with a scrap of life, but I didn't expect that Your Majesty is so powerful. Since So, let’s go on the road with His Majesty here..."

As his fingers slid down, the breath in Lao Dao's body continued to rise.

Emperor Liang glanced at him with a deadpan expression, "There are too many tricks."

The old man in gray robe coughed a few times, then spit out a large mouthful of blood. Just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly lowered his head.

An ancient bronze sword was inserted into his heart at some point.

Emperor Liang glanced at him and said, "Since you are a bastard in the mountains, you can just hide in the mountains. If you have to show your face, now that you have come out, can you go back?"

The hand raised by the old man in gray robe fell down weakly in an instant, and his expression gradually became a little confused.

After doing this, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Emperor Liang's mouth.

Facing the encirclement and attack by three Wangyou Realm experts, he was injured again.

New and old injuries broke out together at this moment.

But even so, feeling the sword energy that was still building up there, Emperor Liang still laughed, "A sword from the Great Sword Immortal, good, very good!"

Gan Yong is far away at this moment, holding the flying sword towards the sky.

The sword energy surged around, and the sword intent continued to emerge. At this moment, Gan Yong, with his aura, was approaching the realm of the Great Sword Immortal.

Ban Jiazi's arrogance before and his dedicated sword practice after Ban Jiazi failed to allow him to step into the realm of the Great Sword Immortal. However, under the advice of Emperor Daliang, although he may not be able to break through this realm, he will still be able to break through with the next sword. , then there must be this realm.

The sword energy swept wildly.

Suddenly, the strip of cloth used by Gan Yong to wrap his body broke instantly. He closed his eyes tightly and had not been seen in this world for many years.

At this moment, it suddenly opened!

In a pair of blind eyes, there was a brilliant light, like the morning glow!

At the same time, Gan Yong handed out his sword, and there was silence between heaven and earth!