The First Sword of the Earth

scabbard

Not to mention that Gu Xiuhe Linzi who fell on the stage was shocked, Qing Yanzi, Lao Tianshi, Yuanpu Zhenren and other pillars of the contemporary monastic world were also shocked by this scabbard.

The blow just now, although it took advantage of the sudden attack, was just the speed of the scabbard flying, and the power contained in it, made a Gu Xiu in the middle of the Embodied Realm almost face-to-face, but was beaten so embarrassingly

It didn't matter that He Linzi fell to the ground, he spat out blood again, and looked in the direction of the main entrance of the venue with an extremely annoyed expression.

One after another spiritual consciousness has already flowed away, and countless monks have cast their gazes.

Qing Yanzi had already recognized the scabbard, and there was a little commotion among the monks outside the arena, and the crowd blocking the entrance seemed to be torn apart by some force, and quickly made way for a passage.

A moment ago, a divine bird flew from the southwest. When it rushed near the entrance of the venue, it threw out the scabbard. It also lost its forward speed and landed steadily on the slope in front of the venue.

At this time, an open space was vacated around this person, and there was silence inside and outside the arena.

This sword cultivator was carrying a person on his back, pointing down the Spiritless Sword in his right hand, his face was gloomy like water, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and his figure was like a sword drawn out of its sheath.

Its front is compelling, its might breaks the sky

At this moment, the aura exuding from his whole body was overwhelming the surroundings, and he actually stood up to the fourteen Gu Xiu who stood in the air in the meeting place.

On the projection screens set up in various places inside and outside the venue, the screen was locked at the main entrance of the venue. Among the separated crowds, Jian Xiu, who suddenly broke in, stepped forward step by step, staring intently at the dozens of figures in the air.

On his back, the silver hair of a charming woman wrapped in Taoist robe hangs down, her face is so haggard.

In the command hall of the investigation team, I don't know who yelled first, "It's right and wrong, he injured Gu Xiu."

A group of staff who had been watching from the sidelines reacted one step earlier than the monks in the venue, and the hall was immediately filled with the shouts of young men.

If you say that Qing Yanzi's forced battle is a backbone supporting the spirit and body of the contemporary monastic circle;

A blow from the sudden appearance of the scabbard was an iron fist, hitting the faces of the fifteen ancient criminal cultivators.

It is unlikely that such shouts will appear in the venue, because the coercion of the overhaul is getting stronger and stronger.

Many young monks in the arena had difficulty breathing, let alone shouting.

"non-language"

Qing Yanzi stood in mid-air, staring at Wang Sheng who had stepped into the venue, his eyes showed a little relief, but also a little bit of guilt, then he sighed dejectedly, fell down, and stood in front of the old heavenly master, Stand with hands behind your back.

"Brother and Sister"

Wang Xiaomiao yelled in a crying voice, but she was not far from the main entrance, so she ran over quickly after yelling.

The ancient sword was guarded by Wang Xiaomiao's side, neither making her feel any coercion nor giving anyone a chance to sneak attack.

Wang Sheng's eyes full of cold murderous aura melted for a moment, the tip of Wuling Sword drooped, looking at Wang Xiaomiao who was running, his heart was inexplicably pulled.

The hair she had kept for so long was cut short, and the grievance, sadness and fatigue in her eyes made Wang Sheng almost punch himself in the heart.

Finally, Wang Xiaomiao ran up to him, threw herself into his arms and cried out loudly, the pressure and uneasiness that had been squeezed during this period was finally released

"It's okay, it's okay"

Wang Sheng's voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his hand to caress Xiao Miao's thin back, with deep hatred in his heart.

When he left, Dahua Kingdom was too peaceful and free from external worries; so much so that he never considered that Xilian and his sister would become the targets of these ancient crime cultivators.

It was only a little bit close, if it wasn't for Huai Jing who risked his life to save him, if it wasn't for the old master of the sword sect

"Brother, how is eldest sister?" Wang Xiaomiao cried a few times, and immediately struggled to look aside.

"Healing," Wang Sheng replied calmly, squatting down slowly, and carefully put Xi Lian down so that Xi Lian could sit on the ground.

Xiao Miao immediately ran over and hugged Sister Xilian, letting Xilian snuggle into her arms, looking at Xilian's neck with several scars at this time, tears swirled in her eyes unbelievably.

Obviously, I could bear it before

Wang Sheng observed Xilian's state, and an ancient sword flew towards him and landed in his hand, motioning him to hold the hilt.

"Senior, thank you very much," Wang Sheng said in a low voice, "Senior, please protect my elder sister and younger sister for a while, and thank you before I kill the enemy."

A soft sigh came from the ancient sword, and without insisting on anything, it flew to Xiao Miao, suspended there quietly, emitting a blue sword light.

Sword Spirit Wuming did not show up directly.

Wang Sheng stood up, and Wang Xiaomiao at the side finally remembered something important, and shouted, "Brother, I have evidence of these ancient crimes to harm people, and Brother Yunzhi was also controlled by his ancestor, as long as we expose them"

"No need," Wang Sheng said softly, Wang Xiaomiao's words stopped immediately, and she looked at her brother worriedly.

Turning around, Wang Sheng moved forward with Wuling Sword in his hand, and squeezed out an ugly smile at his master and many Taoist priests. Afterwards, those two gazes were murderous again, ignoring He Linzi directly, and landed on the ground between the fourteen figures in the air. superior

"Whoever hurts Xilian, come out and die."

The twelve ancient cultivators in the air all had extremely gloomy expressions. Among them, half of them were frightened by Wang Sheng's power at this time, and half of them were frightened by the spiritless sword in Wang Sheng's hand.

This person with a sword, standing here at this moment, is the sword cultivator with the highest cultivation level among the ancient sin cultivators, and he is showing a bit of fear at this moment.

The Wuling Sword hummed softly, exuding an icy killing intent.

Wang Sheng's gaze was fixed on that sword cultivator. He was waiting, waiting for this strongest ancient sin cultivator to stand up and fight with him, and waiting for the spiritless sword to pass through the opponent's throat and wipe out the opponent's body that had survived the catastrophe. soul.

"come out"

There was another scolding, and everything in the audience was silent.

"You junior"

Suddenly there was an angry reprimand, but it was on the rostrum, that He Linzi became angry from embarrassment, pointed at Wang Sheng and cursed, and in his hand was a silver flag, which was engraved with Dao patterns.

"Dare to humiliate the poor and the poor like this, I will let you know what is the elder today"

After saying that, the flag fluttered, causing a gust of wind, and the Helinzi hurriedly recited mantras.

However, Wang Sheng didn't move his feet. The Spiritless Sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and his left hand drew out colorful rays of light on his chest, condensing out the Feixia Sword.

The sword finger of the left hand slashed across the traces that were simple and seemed to contain some kind of mysterious reason, and the Feixia sword trembled slightly, and it unexpectedly became hard.

One into three, three into nine

The nine imaginary or solid fairy swords trembled slightly, and there were streaks of light white sword lights brewing on them, which were Wang Sheng's pure Yang magic power.

He Linzi was holding a flag, his face was flushed red, and after he had recited the mantra three times, he yelled loudly.

"Five thunder warriors, the train general, soaring into the sky and falling to the ground, driving the thunder and rushing to the clouds, quickly appearing in a hurry like a law"

A whirlwind appeared in front of He Linzi, and there were continuous low roars in it. The whirlwind gradually dissipated. A five-foot-tall silver-armored giant with lightning shining all over his body jumped up with two sledgehammers in his hands. , the landing point is Wang Sheng

The name of the sword has no beginning, and the name of the sword has no end;

Wang Sheng raised his left hand, and the nine flying swords in front of him soared into the sky with the sound of breaking through the air. They suddenly increased rapidly in the air, and penetrated the head, shoulders, knees, and elbows of the silver-armored giant without hindrance. cut left and right

The roar stopped abruptly, and the seemingly ferocious silver-armored giant was directly dismembered by Jian Guang

Wang Sheng kept pointing his sword, but this time he drew complicated sword symbols. The nine flying swords in the air seemed to be flying randomly, but they were all quickly approaching He Linzi.

He Linzi's complexion changed drastically, his spiritual sense couldn't keep up with the flurry of flying swords

He violently waved the dharma banner, and hastily activated the spell, speaking eloquently, but his feet kept retreating.

Qiankun borrowed the law and returned to the market with one sword.

Wang Sheng raised his left hand again, and the nine swords shot towards He Linzi from nine directions. First, they made a loud bang, and then brought out nine white shallow circles, which almost reached He Linzi's body in a blink of an eye. to stab his body out of nine blood holes

The dharma flag was shining brightly, and mana power surged around He Linzi's body. This old-fashioned spiritual consciousness frantically searched, but he could only use this stupid method to protect himself

However, the nine sword shadows disappeared strangely; He Linzi was waiting to find him, but he felt a chill in his chest, and lowered his head in astonishment, looking at the flying sword that had already pierced his dantian and cut Yuanying off .

Wang Sheng stirred slightly with the sword finger of his left hand, sword lights shone everywhere on He Linzi's Taoist body, and nine terrifying sword wounds were split open on his Taoist body, without a single scream, he fell on his back on the stage.

Blood foam splashed, Feixia sword was not stained with blood, and slowly flew back to Wang Sheng's body, circling quietly.

one.

Wang Sheng took half a step forward, not even looking at He Linzi's body, but just staring at the sword cultivator standing on the cloud.

The ancestor of Huashan Daocheng, the strongest ancient cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Realm

This person seemed to be quite scrupulous, and still did not stand up, but the master of Maoshan Daocheng couldn't help but sneered.

The old Taoist said leisurely, "Shushan Yujian with a good hand is really a backward wave pushing forward waves. In the world of Taoism, it can only take decades to recover, and it is really eye-opening for me to have such a swordsmanship.

Associating with monsters, siblings are commensurate.

Because that demon actually violently killed people, and he regarded the seniors in the cultivation world as nothing.

Jianzong really taught a good disciple, you Qingfeng Patriarch, you will be really proud of you. "

Wang Sheng's eyes didn't fluctuate, and the Wuling sword was raised, and the tip of the sword pointed at this Guxiu of Maoshan Daocheng.

This is his answer.

World War I.

No matter what you say, no matter how bad the world is, no matter how many people call me a monster, all you want is a fight.

Plotting against Xilian, anyone who wants to kill his little sister is the enemy of life and death. All his answers are written on the edge of Wuling Sword

Live or die, let's fight

Inside and outside the venue, one after another looked away from the person in the venue to the body of Maoshan Daocheng Guxiu. resentment.

Anyone who still has a bit of shame will stand up to fight at this time, after all, his cultivation base is much higher than that of the young sword cultivator below.

Can

"Brothers of Daoism" Maoshan Guxiu shouted, "This son is already deeply possessed by demons, why don't we take him down together and dispel his demonic nature?"

Among the dozen or so ancient cultivators, half of them nodded in agreement, and they were about to fall from the cloud together immediately.

Wang Sheng snorted coldly, he was completely unafraid, but there were auras from all over the venue, although compared to Gu Zuixiu and Wang Sheng, these auras were a bit weaker, but at this moment they were connected to one side, forcibly top up

Apparently, Maoshan Dao inherited Guxiu's proposal, which has provoked public outrage.

Originally, the seven families who still insisted on guarding their master's ancestor's side, at this time, several families quietly retreated.

boom

A muffled sound came from nowhere, and the Gu Xius who were about to fall from the clouds stopped at the same time, their eyes searching around.

In a corner of the venue, an old woman with long gray hair appeared at some point.

She was dressed in a black robe and held a mahogany staff. Her face looked like a young girl, but she gave off a sense of old age.

At this time, bursts of coercion emanated from her body, and large swaths of dark clouds quickly gathered in the sky above.

Including the ancient sword cultivator who was at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, the fourteen ancient cultivators who were still on the cloud at this moment all had incomparably dignified expressions.

In their eyes, it seems that as the old woman's crutch falls again, fierce souls will burst out from the clouds, tearing their primordial spirits and Taoist bodies into pieces

Underworld Immortal

She walked in front of Wang Xiaomiao, the ancient sword blew lightly, and the white-haired old man appeared, standing with his hands behind his back.

boom

The muffled sound reappeared, and Po Meng bowed to Wang Sheng's back to salute, then slowly stood up, her eyes fell on the group of Gu Zuinxiu with no emotion.

"You guys alone dare to be rude to His Highness's sword master."

"Alas," Sword Spirit Wuming sighed with a smile, watching Wang Sheng's back.

For a while, those ancient repairs didn't dare to move.

The nameless sword in Wang Sheng's hand let out a sword cry, and the tip of the sword was still locked on Maoshan Guxiu.

The latter let out a soft snort, and his figure slowly fell, but the veterans who were about to fall with him at this time not only did not follow, but also tended to retreat.

The First Sword on Earth \u003c/p\u003e

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