"The Great Sword God is arrogant and doesn't know the heights of the world."
The big man with the tail number 067 sneered, and the sharp sword in his hand roared, activating the terrifying sword energy, and came forward with ice.
"Hahaha, Dongfang Bubai is crazy enough.
I don't want you to go one step further.
This time you directly become the Great Sword God.
You are so narcissistic that you are invincible.
Ximen Fanyun has never heard of it.
What kind of Great Sword God will you let him do today?
I’ll learn from it.”
The little white face was suddenly attacked.
He was not surprised but overjoyed.
With a flick of his hand, the spear trembled, like a poisonous dragon emerging from the water, carrying boundless and heavy earth power, and came crashing to kill.
The monks scolded and used their magical powers one after another.
The magical weapons stimulated the elemental energy and formed a large area to kill Xiao Cheng.
These people are all heroes who have experienced thousands of battles.
Not to mention their vicious attacks, their fighting will is extremely strong, and their reaction speed is second-to-none.
Not to mention the help of others, even if they fight against 90 million people, they will not be able to do it.
Self-disruption.
This is the difference between veterans and novices.
They are both attacked and have different reactions.
Xiao Cheng's eyes were full of murderous intent.
At this moment, the swordsmanship moves in his memory were whirring, and indescribable secrets emerged in his heart.
The experience transmitted from the battle body is profound and cannot be easily digested.
What he had controlled at first was only a small part.
At this time, Xiao Cheng's task is to control one more point, and one more point.
The perception is firmly locked on the eight people.
Under the guidance of the sword, the body moves at an incredible high speed.
The sword blade cuts into the air, the flames are blazing, the void is shattered, and there is a roar.
The speed of the sword energy exceeds dozens of times the speed of sound, making this entire journey complete.
Chop finely.
It was like a demon rushing out from the Nine Netherworld, full of power and shock. choking rang rang The fiery red sword energy shines with a strange red light in the heavy snow, covering a huge area, forming a comprehensive suppression.
"The sword breaks the world, the sword swings from the sky, the falling star triple chain, the flash stab, the crazy sword Tianlong, five swords combined into one to kill me."
The first thing Xiao Cheng played was the superposition of the first five moves he had mastered.
The roaring sword sea covered the opponent's counterattack with a violent attitude, like a crazy prehistoric beast, killing the opponent with extreme ferocity.
The dazzling red light rushed out in all directions, the center point of impact collapsed inward, the space was shattered, and a large vacuum area was created.
The extremely terrifying sword energy collided with the enemy's attack, causing the ground to shake violently.
The tail number 067, who was counterattacking quickly, felt a weird clicking sound on his body, and the incomparable pain surged crazily, and then , it was like being punched in the face by a god.
The power was so strong that he couldn't believe it in his eyes.
He didn't understand how the other party could produce such a terrifying attack power under the cultivation level of Wutianmen.
Such power is infinitely close to the Eight Heavenly Gates.
How is this possible?
Geniuses have all fought against each other through leaps and bounds, but leaping up to three major levels is beyond the scope of genius and reaches the level of monster.
This kind of swordsmanship is already a perfect swordsmanship.
Could it be that it is a unique skill like Taoist-level swordsmanship?
Isn’t it said that only some old antiques can still master it?
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Nine million numbers are comparable to the ancestors of the Yun family.
However, such an old immortal is not dead.
They are all in retreat.
Besides, they all have their own sacred crystals, and they have already been numbered.
It’s weird.
I don’t understand.
This time it’s a bad choice.
Before he could figure it out, severe pain exploded in his body.
He screamed and was blasted into the iceberg.
A hole hundreds of meters in diameter was blasted out, and cold air filled the air.
The pretty boy and the others also felt uncomfortable.
They were beaten away by an incomparable force.
The soul will not bleed, but the pain of breaking all the bones in the body will not be less.
The pain directly affects the soul, which is unbearable.
They screamed and were knocked into the sky, knocked down the glacier, and some were blasted into the snow.
It was a miserable situation.
The real-time video of the Demon God Altar was always locked on Xiao Cheng.
At this time, he showed off his power and performed a terrifying invincible swordsmanship.
With just one move, he beat seven or eight masters with outstanding records into porridge.
It was shocking.
All the monks who entered the Demon God Altar to watch the battle were killed.
"Enter Dao-level swordsmanship, this is Dao-level swordsmanship beyond the perfect level.
Oh my god, I haven't seen Dao-level martial arts in many years.
Today is an eye-opener.
The three words "Great Sword God" are well deserved."
"The name Ximen Fanyun will be an alternative term for the Great Sword God from now on.
Regardless of whether this person can successfully kill ten thousand masters, this swordsmanship has justified the name.
It is so powerful."
Many monks were engaged in their own battles while looking at the light curtain floating around them.
They felt a lot with emotion, but they were all grateful that they did not hesitate to consume the Immortal Essence Stone to come in and watch the battle.
This swordsmanship is worth it just to watch it, it will help my own cultivation.
"What a powerful Dongfang Bubai.
Damn it, why is it so much better than last time?
Last time he only used fists and not swordsmanship.
It turns out that his swordsmanship is so good.
Damn it, who are you, the Great Sword God?"
, don’t let me know who you are, you slapped me so many times, and I haven’t settled the accounts with you yet.”
Qi Yuan stared at the light curtain gloomily, with evil thoughts in his mind.
At this time, he really couldn't judge whether it was wise or a pity not to go to Ten Thousand to One this time.
A monk with such swordsmanship may not necessarily fail even if he faces thousands of masters.
Qi Yuan could not judge clearly.
Let's talk about Xiao Cheng's one move that knocked away the enemy.
Here, the strong wind passed by, and the snow hills, ice peaks, black ice and cold water all exploded.
Before the violent five moves were superimposed on the sword, they were all annihilated into ashes.
The sword energy blasted thousands of meters forward.
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A ravine appeared here that was a hundred meters wide and extended several thousand meters and three feet deep.
The monk number 067 in the middle of the iceberg was pressed deep into the iceberg by the violent force.
Even though this man had an extremely strong spirit and will, he still felt like he was about to die.
The pain spread, and he felt that every cell was screaming in pain, but he was unwilling to give in.
Although this move was powerful and severely injured him, it did not directly cause death.
The Demon God Altar would not judge it as a failure.
For an ordinary monk, with just this one blow, the sword energy would pierce through the sea of spiritual consciousness, and he would no longer be able to muster up his fighting spirit.
His body would be shattered by the impact of the god-like force, and his bones would be shattered into powder and die on the spot.
But this person was different after all.
He had escaped the sword energy that pierced his vitals at the critical moment.
At this time, he still had the power to fight back.
The sharp sword he held tightly in his hand was not discarded.
The sword was with the person, but the sword forgot the person's death.
Sure enough, monks with outstanding records are by no means the ones who give in easily.
Using the movement technique, he forcibly suppressed the severe pain in his soul.
The big man numbered 067 roared and rushed out of the iceberg with a hiss.
The sword energy flowed across the sky, and rows of ice condensed on the sword body, and he was about to face Xiao.
The city unfolded its thunderbolt sword.
"Instant Cut" Xiao Cheng's cold shout sounded.
This was the sixth move of Wuliang Sword Dao and the first time he used it.
The sky was blazing with fire on the flaming red rapier, and the whole body was boiling like an oven.
The surrounding ice and snow melted, and the high-altitude wind and snow seemed to have stopped.
All the fire energy was concentrated on the body, and in an instant, the fastest movement speed within a hundred meters was achieved.
This is the ultimate secret of this move, and it focuses on the word "quick".
To put it simply, it is a method of performing exercises that compresses the power of fire and then suddenly explodes.
It is extremely dangerous and may harm oneself if not done properly.
Only the infinite fighting body can minimize the harm of this move.
If other monks use it, This move, under high pressure, can easily lead to the soul being shattered.
Therefore, these martial arts are tailor-made for Wuliang combat bodies.
Even if they are given to others in a way that is not a combat body, they cannot be practiced and used.
If you use it forcefully, you will die miserably.
Such compression and explosive moves only have a range of a hundred meters.
Beyond this distance, a fatal attack will not be possible.
The distance between Xiao Cheng and the monk numbered 067 is now 98 meters, which is a good time to use this move.
Xiao Cheng started without hesitation.
Before monk 067's sword skills could be activated successfully, he felt a flash of red light in front of his eyes, and then felt a terrible pain in his neck.
Then, a clear voice came from the Demon Altar: monk number 067 was killed by monk number 90 million. ,fail.
The next moment, his figure flashed and he was teleported away.
He was killed.
If he were in the outside world and had the same cultivation level, his head would have flown up with this move.
It wasn't until this person was judged to have failed that the terrifying sound of breaking through the sky was heard.
There was a flash of light and shadow, and Xiao Cheng, whose body was erupting with fire, appeared behind this person with a sword raised horizontally.
It was obviously just Cai.
In the lightning and stone fire, he rushed to the side of the 067 monk like a ghost and killed the enemy with one sword.
Such terrifying swordsmanship shocked the monks who had just climbed out of the snow hills and underground.
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The fire light illuminated the sky and the earth, Xiao Cheng did not stop, the red light flashed continuously, and the instantaneous cuts were performed one after another.
The white-faced boy and the remaining monks were slashed to the neck by this move one after another.
The Demon God Altar judged them as failures without hesitation.
There were eight people in total, eight masters with terrible records, and they only faced off against Xiao Cheng twice.
The first move caused him to be knocked away and he lost most of his mobility.
The second move was completely unable to be blocked.
He just dodged and was killed.
Clean and sharp, ruthless and decisive like a devil, at this moment, the title of the Great Sword God is stabilized.
Who dares to say that a person with such swordsmanship is not worthy of this title?
Undoubtedly, this person is just like killing his peers.
If it weren't for the overwhelming number of people, how could these monks be his opponents?
Everyone saw in the light curtain, the guy named Great Sword God Ximen Fanyun fell heavily to the ground, the flames dissipated, his sword was leaning on the snow, and he was breathing heavily.
Apparently, killing eight people with lightning speed still left him injured.
These eight people are not unknown people.
They are all fierce men with excellent records.
They kill continuously and are as powerful as 90 million people, but they can't stand it.
This continuous battle may sound slow, but in fact, it only took less than three breaths.
This was a blitzkrieg.
I saw No. 90 Million on the light screen.
I looked up at the figure that was rushing towards me when I heard the movement in the distance.
Without hesitation, I turned around and flew past.
With just a few flashes, I got rid of the pursuit, and then lurked into the deep snow.
In the middle, it looks like a ferocious beast dormant.
The monks watching the battle were all stunned and speechless, shocked by such superb skills
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