But Wang Sheng still felt that these nine sword techniques were too burdensome.

The great way is simple, and what I have realized is not these nine swords.

Then, Wang Sheng's soul sat in meditation again and understood. After another 12 years, Wang Sheng, who was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, suddenly opened his eyes.

The Taoist body containing the powerful immortal power floated straight up, and his eyes reflected the gray shadows of two sword dancing.

This sword technique only has one sword!

Wang Sheng opened his right hand, and a wooden sword that was only three inches long was grabbed by him. Then the sword intent squeezed into his chest gushed out. His right hand raised his sword finger, which was holding the small wooden sword, dancing gracefully!

This is a sword, just one move, but it seems to contain thousands of moves!

As soon as his body moved, dozens of phantoms condensed around him at the same time. These phantoms each danced with their own swords, and then raised them upwards with his sword, and instantly condensed into sword light.

Thirty-six sword lights condensed into the shape of a green lotus, and just turned around gently, and this quiet room was silently annihilated!

The next moment, the green lotus rose, and the protective formation around the courtyard was instantly broken, while the green lotus seemed to be slow but actually rushed to the sky above Xinghai Gate very quickly, and a sword shadow bloomed in the lotus petals.

With a loud bang, the light wall of the mountain protection array began to flicker violently, and the more than ten peaks protected by the mountain protection array began to tremble and shake at the same time.

A touch of Taoist rhyme that scared most monks, disappeared from the green lotus, and the light wall was flashing...

Wang Sheng, the initiator, was standing in the small courtyard that had been razed to the ground by himself, looking up at the disappearance of the Qinglian, with a calm eyes.

This should...
Chapter completed!