The sword could not be pushed down half an inch, and the nearly three people felt a surge of sword energy surging back, so the entire eighth heaven was torn apart, and the sword energy gushed from the seventh heaven pushed the eighth heaven to the ninth heaven, ten thousand

The sword in the immortal's hand buzzed and trembled, and the sword light shone brightly!

In an instant, thousands of swords hung in the nine heavens!

Cheng Zhiyuan's sword energy stopped and spread in all directions, and each sword took away a sword energy. So Cheng Zhiyuan stood in the seventh level of heaven, not knowing how far and near the four directions, but the immortals stood in the nineth level of heaven, not knowing how high the heaven and earth were.

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"The ninth level of heaven does not know the height of heaven and earth, and the seventh level of heaven does not know the distance of the four directions."

"The eighth level of heaven does not know the length of progress, and the sixth level of heaven does not know the size."

In the nine heavens in the heaven, each heaven represents a truth. Therefore, when Cheng Zhiyuan comes to the nine heaven, he feels that he does not know the distance of sentient beings, nor the height of sentient beings. It seems that every immortal is close to him, as if he is far away.

horizon.

This is the heaven! It is the nearest place!

The ninth level of heaven is also the part of Tao!

He wanted Cheng Zhiyuan not to underestimate them. After all, he was the sword man in the past, Zhu Zhang, the hermit of King Xuan of Zhou, and was also a pair with the king of king Jinlu, Xie Qiu of Lu, and Zhao Diyue girl.

The famous swordsman in the world.

He had abandoned his name and chose the path of the saint's namelessness, but Cheng Zhiyuan renamed his name. Unless he defeated Cheng Zhiyuan, he would not be able to overcome the hurdle in his heart.

If you can't get over, it means you can't let go. If you can't let go, it means that the saint is famous.

He thought about it together.

All the swords of the immortals fell to the seventh level of heaven!

The sword is like rain, and the sharp edge is like a forest!

"The saint travels in the place!"

The sword energy turns into a strong wind!

So the sky tides and the clouds surged, and the sound of this sword was so huge that it was immeasurable. If it was placed in the world, put aside the giant monsters in the Qilian Mountains, if these swords were raining in the forest, it would be enough to kill all the mortal demons wandering among the six kingdoms.

remove!

At this moment, Yu Lingdan looked at the moment, but frowned:

"If it were just such power, no matter how powerful it was, it would not be enough to defeat him."

"It has not yet fallen in the seventh heaven..."

Qian Lingjin snorted coldly: "Yu Lingdan, I don't need you to teach me!"

"Look at it, I am far better than you in swordsmanship!"

He put his palm on his back again!

The ten thousand swords that fell to the seventh level of heaven suddenly stopped!

However, the sword surgingly rushed, and suddenly pulled it into one place, and penetrated the entire seventh level of heaven, making a sound, echoing without knowing where it came from all directions!

Until it is covered by one way!

"Lock the sky!"

His palm turned into a sword palm, and thousands of swords suddenly left the sky, and the swords in all directions echoed and rumbled, leaving only a thread between the heaven and earth!

Cheng Zhiyuan felt danger at this moment.

Even though he was defeated by the joint efforts of Wanxian to the seventh level, Cheng Zhiyuan never felt this way.

"The Seventh Heaven has become the Sword Realm..."

Yes, it became Zhu Zhang, or Qian Ling’s sword world!

"The world is dark and hazy, and the sword rains are shattering, and a murderous intent is opened!"

Yu Lingdan and Bian Xingming also understood at this time. It turned out that Wan Jian fell into the seventh level of heaven before, to lock down the seventh level of heaven where Cheng Zhiyuan was and then turn it into his sword realm!

The swordsman, in the sword world, has a sharp increase in strength, a fierce sword energy, and a great sword realm. He uses the heaven as the sword realm. The terror among them is equivalent to completely suppressing the opponent and lifting himself up, even if the other party is the sword of the world.

people!

"You say I am a man, I will let you see what is the real swordsman today!"

Qian Lingjin said at this moment, and suddenly his face surged with anger: "I understand the Three Swords of Emperor Shang, what's so great about it? I don't open my eyes, and if I open my eyes, I will kill people. How about this move compared to Emperor Shang's Three Swords of Emperor Shang.

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Cheng Zhiyuan heard his voice, so he nodded and admitted:

"It's not bad!"

This sound is full of energy!

This sound has been sung for three days!

"You can't understand the Three Swords of Emperor Shang, and the Divine Sword is a metaphor for the Tao. Do you think the Three Swords of Emperor Shang are moves? In fact, it's not. The Three Swords of Emperor Shang are a manifestation of the Tao."

"At this point, your sword has reached the Taoist realm."

"However, your realm is not enough, far from enough, so if you can't understand the Three Swords, I'll let you see... the complete look of Emperor Shang's Three Swords!"

A shadow extends from the corner of the sky, and a line of murderous intent between heaven and earth was cut off by the shadow at this moment!

Then the sword shadow streaked towards the sky and became a nine-day horse. In the daytime, the shadow was seen but no light was seen, and in the night, the light was seen but no shape was seen. It touched objects, and it passed by, as it went along, and it was awakened.

No bloodshed!

During the day, you can see its shadow but not the light. At night, you can see its light but not the shape. When it touches its body, it passes by in a flash, and it closes up again as soon as it passes, although it can feel pain.

, but there was no trace of blood on the blade.

Awesome!

This sword broke two levels of heaven in a row, and then there was a matter of breaking the sword!

Qian Lingjin suddenly couldn't feel his right hand.

The hand was clearly intact, but it was no longer useful!

"The sword has slashed your right hand, but it's not a single loss."

The immortal horse beat, which is Tian Siming, spoke lightly at this time.

"The Three Swords of Emperor Shang are not originally a sword of killing. As Cheng Zhiyuan said, these three swords are divine swords metaphors. In the Sword Chapter, the Emperor's Sword has four realms, and the first three correspond to them."

"Three swords do not kill, but creatures die because of the three swords. Han Guang slashes your existence, Chengying cuts off your spirit, Xiao Zheng is a low-level, but it can also erase your form and name."

"Your hand is no longer your hand, and your form and name do not exist on your body. You naturally cannot use this hand. In fact, no one can use it. This hand looks alive.

Yes, but dead.”

Qian Lingjin was a little dull. He couldn't understand this statement. Isn't the sword a murder weapon? If he didn't kill, could it be called a magic sword?

The magic sword has no power, how can it have the nature of Tao?

Tian Siming was a little disappointed: "Kong Zhou of the Wei Kingdom once realized the Chengying Sword. A warrior named Lai Dan went to see him. At that time, Kong Zhou also showed the power of Chengying. At the moment when the day and night intersected,

A sword shadow floated out from the north wall. The sky became darker and darker. The ancient pines beside him were cut smoothly, and the years were cut off. Then the sword returned to invisible again."

"The power of the sword is not in the divine sword, but in the sword-holder."

Cheng Zhiyuan's voice spread from the seventh level to the ninth level: "Yes, compared to him, Tian Siming is like a real swordsman. It seems that you have known one before and arrived at the Three Swords of Emperor Shang.

People in the realm.”

Tian Siming admitted: "That's exactly what you said."

The conversation between the two made Qian Lingjin unbearable. He was the famous swordsman in the past. Since he came out of the mountain, Zhu Zhang had died. All that was left was Zhu Guzhan. Will he be alone in the swordsman.

Is it defeated by my juniors?

His hair was untied and flew up, and was blown by Zuo Ren, holding a sword in his left hand, but he turned the sword in the air, with the sword tip facing downwards, and his two fingers clamping the end of the hilt.

He bowed his sword to the sky!

"Hang the green rope, hold the silver turtle, is good at killing the handle, and is dedicated to the lives of all people!"

"The thought of killing comes from the land of neither life nor death!"

He yelled softly: "Kill."

So it seemed that the person he scolded was unstoppable and dark, surging into his heart, blinding everything, and the sharpness turned around, and the person who spoke was about to die immediately.

However, Cheng Zhiyuan also said softly:

"prick."

Two words intertwined, and a murderous thought was shaken in front of Cheng Zhiyuan's eyebrows, and the eternal spirit dispersed from all directions. The darkness in his mind was also broken, but blood was still flowing out.

And in the ninth level of heaven, Qian Lingjin suddenly glared at his eyes, and a blood gushed out from his eyebrows!

The immortal skull is also cracked!

The immortal blood spilled into the nine-level sky. He was extremely frightened, and his spirit was broken. At this time, Cheng Zhiyuan's voice spread from the seventh level to the nine-level sky!
To be continued...