The First Sword of the Earth

The burst of heavenly power shrouded the Huashan Mountain hundreds of miles away in a shadow.

Looking north from Mount Hua, one could faintly see the Heavenly Tribulation constantly falling from the high sky; and as a monk, one could feel the might of heaven appearing in the north at this moment.

Those who are not strong in the Tao will naturally tremble in their hearts;

And the thirteen ancient cultivators were looking at the north with complicated faces at this time, and their spiritual consciousness could roughly sense the situation where they were going through the tribulation.

They are also looking forward to the fact that this increasingly difficult sword cultivator can be buried in the catastrophe with Maoshan Guxiu...

However, the Heavenly Tribulation was a little anticlimactic. It only burst out three times, and the Thunder Tribulation stopped abruptly. After that, the layers of clouds in the sky dissipated and turned into pure vitality, scattered in the northern area of ​​Dahua Kingdom.

how so?

The answer is simple, the cultivator who caused the catastrophe has died.

A beam of fire came flying from the northern sky, and the thirteen ancient cultivators all showed shock, and their eyes were full of anxiety.

That sword cultivator didn't die, but broke into the catastrophe of a cultivator in the tribulation realm, which multiplied the power of the catastrophe; the ancient Maoshan cultivator in the tribulation realm couldn't resist three waves of catastrophe, and his soul flew away, and the sword cultivator with a lower realm, Just swaggering back to this place...

It's fine if there is a sign of serious injury. At this time, the spiritual senses of the thirteen ancient cultivators can clearly sense that Wang Sheng's aura is stable, and the surrounding vitality fluctuates violently, but it is not damaged at all, even compared to when he chased out. The state is a little stronger!

What kind of monster is this?

Could it be that the rumor of the spokesperson of the Heavenly Tribulation is not just a legend exaggerated by today's monks?

Soon, amidst exclamations from all over the place, the three-legged Golden Crow flew over, directly rushing to the center of the venue, bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust.

After the smoke and dust passed, Wang Sheng appeared, dressed in a tattered Taoist robe, with his hair scattered back, holding the Wuling sword in his right hand, and holding the ankle of a tattered corpse with his left hand.

The audience could almost hear a needle drop, and there was no voice or voice anywhere.

At this time, Xi Lian, who was hugged by Xiao Miao, had slightly opened her eyes, and she could just see Wang Sheng's back, watching him walk away step by step.

For some reason, a crystal tear slipped from the corner of Xi Lian's eye, and ran across her somewhat thin cheek...

Behind Wang Sheng,

The bloodstains dragged out of the ground were intermittent, half of the corpse had turned into scorched black, but there were more than a dozen transparent holes pierced by the spiritless sword on the other half.

Without saying a word, Wang Sheng stared at the thirteen ancient cultivators in the air, with the same killing intent as before, and did not retreat.

With a flick of his hand, this completely unrecognizable, tattered body was thrown in front of the rostrum.

the second.

next...

Wang Sheng looked up at the white cloud made by Taoism in the sky, and the thirteen ancient cultivators standing on it also showed some killing intent towards him.

At this time, there is no need to say anything more, the positions of both sides are already very clear.

Wang Sheng's every move is telling these Gu Xius that there is no possibility of any slowdown today, they can only keep dying, they can only die without breaking the net.

There was a little light in the eyes of that Huashan Guxiu, his right hand was turned back, he held the long sword on his shoulder, and slowly pulled out the sword.

Let's listen to Gu Xiu's clear voice: "You and I are both sword cultivators, so it's better to place many past events on the First World War."

"Oh?" Wang Sheng replied, although he still had no expression on his face, his eyes were filled with a different kind of killing intent...

That is the will to fight, the desire for the opponent.

The long sword in Huashan Guxiu's hand hummed softly, and it seemed to be a spiritual sword;

At this time, the old Taoist stared at Wang Sheng below, and said calmly: "The swordsmanship you showed just now seems to be the sword of the sky and the sword of the human. It means eighteen doors.

Although your cultivation level is far above yours today, but you also have a fairy sword to help you, the outcome is definitely unknown. "

Wang Sheng remained silent, and slowly lowered the Wuling Sword, as if agreeing to the opponent's appointment.

This Huashan Guxiu nodded slowly, and said: "You are indeed a swordsman, if you and I change places, Pindao will make the same choice as you.

Armed with a sword and courage, with a heavenly sword at your side, after only twenty or thirty years of practice, you have entered the realm of rebirth. Your future achievements are far from what the poor will think, but today, the poor made a life-and-death bet with you.

If Pindao wins this battle by luck, if Pindao doesn't kill you, today's matter will be exposed, and Pindao will go back to the mountain to practice together with fellow Taoists, and don't care about world affairs.

If Pindao loses this battle, and Pindao is at your disposal, how about it? "

Wang Sheng still didn't answer, but there was a little thought in his eyes.

Huashan Guxiu thought that Wang Sheng was thinking about his 'suggestion', and waited quietly for a while.

On the side of the venue, the Taoists and priests of various Taoisms were also whispering there, as if they were considering the feasibility of this matter.

In the command hall of the investigation team, Chi Ling looked contemplative, hesitated to speak several times, and finally decided to wait and see what happened.

Although from the perspective of the overall situation, keeping these forces beyond the combat readiness group to maintain a certain balance can be regarded as mutual restraint; but considering the reactions of various Taoist schools and the reckless actions of these ancient crime cultivators before, it cannot be simply See how it will be laid out in the future.

In the venue, Qing Yanzi was observing Wang Sheng's state at this time. I am afraid that he is the only master who will not care about other things, just because he is afraid that Wang Sheng is trying to be brave at this time.

The head of the Huashan faction suddenly made a sound from the side, but he showed a slight smile, and said slowly: "Feiyu, my master just didn't want to waste too much fighting power in the cultivation world, and he has a heart of love for you. like..."

"Shut up."

Wang Sheng glanced away, and his voice was very calm, but the old Taoist who had pointed fingers at Lao Tianshi, Qing Yanzi and others before was blushing.

It was like some kind of spell that really made this person speechless.

On the cloud, Huashan Guxiu said coldly: "Why, do you really think that it is impossible to kill the thirteen people like Pindao today? If we join forces to attack, I'm afraid it's just these two seniors who can't..."

"Hmph," 'Grandma Meng' sneered, but her sneer disappeared quickly, and she just quietly watched the backs of these Gu Xius.

Suddenly Wang Sheng said: "When you attacked Xi Lian and my sister, did you ever think that they had nothing to do with you?"

The faces of the thirteen ancient cultivators became gloomy, and the meaning of Wang Sheng's words could not be more obvious.

"Feiyu," the old Tianshi sighed softly from the side, "Don't try to be brave."

"Thank you Heavenly Master for your care," Wang Sheng nodded slightly, then glanced at his master, and saw the worry in his master's eyes.

Wang Sheng suddenly said: "Master, senior sister will come back soon, she is flying behind."

Qing Yanzi showed a gentle smile, nodded slowly to Wang Sheng, and said: "Do whatever you want, don't need to think too much, my teacher will take care of everything for you.

Naturally, at this time, your cultivation level as a teacher is not as good as yours. If you can't handle being a teacher, it doesn't matter if we both confess here together.

Cultivating the Tao is for longevity, and what Changsheng desires most is freedom. If one's own thoughts are not smooth, how can the word "Xiaoyao" be worthy of mentioning it? Why bother to cultivate this fairy. "

"Well," Wang Sheng nodded with a smile, then looked down at the Wuling Sword in his hand, sighed softly, and murmured a few words in a low voice.

That Huashan Guxiu said coldly: "Then there is nothing to talk about?"

On the cloud, the thirteen Gu Xius released their aura at the same time. Together, they put pressure on Wang Sheng, and they also made up their minds. If Wang Sheng refused to agree to a confrontation with the strongest among the Gu Xius, they would fight out from here with all their strength. .

On the side, Qingyanzi, Lao Tianshi, Yuanpu Zhenren, Qinglong Daoist... A contemporary monk of the Taoist sect revealed his aura.

Even though their aura was in front of Gu Xiu, like fish swimming in a river compared to a blue whale in the deep sea, they still rose from the air, trying to fight against Gu Xiu.

"Let me do it."

When Wang Sheng opened his mouth suddenly, the pressure was all over the sky, and the aura around him stagnated.

All the eyes of the audience focused on Wang Sheng again, looking at the sword cultivator who was staring at the Wuling sword in his hand and whispering towards the Wuling sword.

In fact, Wang Sheng's deeds today are enough to shock the world, enough to write his name into the history of the monastic world. ——The history from ancient times to the present, not limited to the present.

After breaking out of the earth spirit ban, his cultivation base improved by leaps and bounds, he defeated the foreign enemies, and fought against the powerhouses of the dark camp. After three years of silence, he made a strong comeback again when the ancient crime cultivators intended to disrupt the world of cultivators, and killed two ancient cultivators in a row...

From the silent disciple, to the honorary elder of the Sword Sect, to the cultivator'hero' who sacrificed his life to seal the spirits of the earth, to the 'Heavenly Tribulation Spokesperson' who terrified the world of cultivators on Earth...

Who would have thought that this was just a 'younger generation' monk who had only been on the mountain for half a year when the vitality of the world was restored?

At this time, facing the thirteen ancient cultivators who were about to attack together, and facing a bloody battle that might occur at any time, he still only said a simple sentence.

let him come.

The young man who used to hold a wooden sword in the snow and deduce the seven-star sword array is now standing in front of all contemporary monks.

Facing the evil cultivators of the past, guard this prosperous world of Qingming with your own sword!

That Huashan Guxiu showed a bit of relief, he obviously understood the four words Wang Sheng as agreeing to a one-on-one duel with him.

But when this Huashan Guxiu was about to fall, Wang Sheng raised his head to look at Yunshang, but his eyes moved away from Huashan Guxiu and scanned the other twelve people.

The energy released by Wang Sheng also locked on the thirteen people at the same time.

Brushing the Wuling sword with his left hand, Wang Sheng whispered in his heart:

‘Yao Yun, I might have to borrow your spiritual power. '

The Spiritless Sword trembled slightly, and strands of spiritual power poured into Wang Sheng's palm from the hilt, and wisps of fairy light floated out from the sword, wrapping Wang Sheng's arm completely.

In fact, Wang Sheng has always been very resistant to borrowing Yaoyun's power, let alone such things as 'merging with the sword spirit'.

He just felt that, as a sword cultivator, he should not be controlled by the sword, nor should he rely too much on the fairy sword in his hand.

But now, in this situation, with such a powerful enemy, with the anger and hatred in my heart...

Wang Sheng's figure slowly floated up, and the spiritless sword shone brightly. A phantom of a fairy appeared behind Wang Sheng, slightly higher than Wang Sheng, and turned into dao dao xianguang, covering Wang Sheng's dao body.

Man and sword unite!

The Lord and the Spirit are in harmony!

Wang Sheng's eyes burst out with astonishing divine light, and his aura soared crazily!

Just at this time, there was another sword cry behind him, and the simple fairy sword flew towards Wang Sheng, floating in front of Wang Sheng, trembling slightly.

Wang Sheng stretched his left hand forward, grasping the hilt of the sword, his aura soared, and the vitality in the venue went berserk!

The Spiritless Sword only swayed slightly, but turned into a strong wind!

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