People have their own way, demons have their way, and ghosts have their way.

There are guns, swords, swords, swords, swords!

Everyone, every sword has its own way!

Heart, mind, Tao!

The three levels of realm that the swordsman must finally understand!

A ladder to pave the rules!

In the primary world of reincarnation, a force that must be impossible to appear - Tao!

Chu Xiang comprehends his own way? Yun Heng understands his own way?

This is certainly impossible.

How could I see the Tao clearly without even understanding the intention?

Chu Xiang did not understand his own way, at least embarked on the path of pursuing the sword intent. What about Yun Heng? Not only did he not understand his own way, he did not even touch the boundaries of his intention.

If you don’t even have a heart, how can you come from?

Even so, Yun Heng still took action!

I was originally unintentional, but I was able to realize the heart of the empty sword!

I had no intention, but my fortune was so great that I would eventually seize the true spirit of the strong!

The spirit of the sword saint! The heart of the sword saint! The meaning of the sword saint!

I am the Sword Saint! I am the Sword Saint!

The purple lightning in the left hand spreads across the sky, and the right hand is in the dust!

A simple and simple cross-slash turned into magic in Yun Heng's hand. It seemed that what he swung was no longer a sword, but two streams of light, two persistence that would never give up until he achieved his goal!

Stubborn!!! The sword saint's obsession with swordsmanship!!!

Yun Heng had no intention, but the Sword Saint had no intention!

The purple light across the sky slashed through the sky, tore the fragile surface space, and shattered the air, like a purple lightning falling from the sky, carrying the anger of "God" and slamming all things!

The gray smoke that penetrates the world covers the earth, but it is not as powerful as purple light. It breaks the sky and cracks the sky, just a few bits, it seems to be slowly and really fast, making people be wrapped in it inadvertently ignored!

Is it the scattered mist that is about to scatter, or the ghost fog that comes from the underworld?

The same person, the same Tao, the same sword technique, swung completely different sword energy!

Because-----Swords are different!

Ziwei, like in the hands of the peerless powerful Dugu Qiubai, showed its sharpness. The nameless sword gall is similar to its appearance and is simple and unpretentious.

However, facing the lightning that was coming, Chu Xiang didn't even look at it, but instead focused his whole mind on the soft and unrestrained gray sword fog!

Mist-like sword energy? Strange!

The sword energy that cannot even penetrate the spiritual realm? It’s even more weird!

Anomaly is a demon.

As he thought, the white storm that had originally hovered around the ten-foot god man suddenly condensed into an inverted sharp cone, rumbling with the sound of thunderstorms, attacking the purple lightning sword falling from the sky!

Facing the opponent's full-strength attack, Chu Xiang just fought with his momentum! Ignorance or fearlessness?

It moved! Just before the white pointed cone and purple lightning collided, the gray sword fog blocked the whole body of the god man like a flowing wind, and the god man finally moved!

clang!

The loud sword sound broke through the sky, and a flash of light suddenly appeared in the palm of the god!

The sword moves with the wind, and the air is like a floating cloud!

Ten feet of body, the tall and mighty god man danced without any hindrance, without any clumsiness. His clothes were flying, and his knees were flying all over the sky. He was supposed to be a half-empty and half-real incarnation. At this moment, he was like a true immortal dancing a sword in the Yaochi, as graceful as a terrifying geese!

The Liuyun had already turned into an eight-foot heavenly soldier, and the blade brought a trace of faint sword light, like dancing, forming one pattern after another, hovering around!

Use sword as the pen and energy as the ink!

At this moment, Chu Xiang, who turned into a god, was strangely waving his writing under the counterattack of the powerful enemy!

Blessings to the soul!

This is an inexplicable inspiration from the depths of one’s heart!

Chu Xiang has always had an elegant appearance that everyone praised, and after practicing martial arts, he added a little bit of heroic spirit! However, he is definitely a well-deserved art blind in poetry, songs, music, music, chess, calligraphy and painting!

But the posture of dancing swords with blind swords is so elegant, it is more elegant than any famous artist who writes.

But the sword threads that were scattered around, which were so faint that they were about to dissipate, were so perfect!

Perfect obeying instructions and compile them into lifelike pictures!

That is the mountains and rivers, that is the plants and trees, that is the insects and fish.

That is a river, that is a lake, that is the earth!

That is an unfinished map of mountains, rivers and the country!

Chu Xiang was still dancing, following the guidance of his heart, feeling the inexplicable call from the depths of his heart, weaving a faint map of mountains, rivers and the country that seemed to be dissipated at any time!

The sword silk is no longer a pure sword silk! Just like the misty sword fog, the moment the sword energy leaves the body, it is affected by the surrounding heaven and earth energy!

It is said that the essence of heaven and earth can only be used at level S!

How could the pure sword energy turn into a strange fog? How could the pure sword energy gather in the void like ink?

In fact, almost the moment when the gray fog hit, Chu Xiang inexplicably developed a trace of enlightenment!

Danger!

The danger did not come from Yun Heng, but from the ancient and simple sword in his hand that was not outstanding and even the sword master himself did not pay much attention to!

Yun Heng frowned, and the old man who turned into a transformation also had a solemn look.

Solemn, because he just discovered that he knew very little about the weapons in his hand and even more ignorant of the enemy!

Yun Heng knew that he was following the path of the Sword Saint! A way of a strong man with numbers in the primary reincarnation world! Yun Heng knew that the path of Ziwei Soft Sword was the path of Dugu Qiubai when he was young, and it was also the way of a strong man with numbers in the primary world!

Naturally, for a long time, I have been accustomed to hiding Ziwei, who knows the truth as a trump card, and the nameless sword gall is the brawl exposed in front of others.

What is the Tao of the nameless sword gall? What are its characteristics? Yun Heng didn't know that even the sword spirit hidden deep in the sword gall did not say half of the words to him.

If it weren't for the sword gallbladder that would have spontaneously resonated with the Holy Spirit's sword technique, I'm afraid Yun Heng would have long discarded this guy who was "useless except for being strong".

But what about now?

A sword that can spontaneously activate the vitality of heaven and earth, and a sword that has always been regarded as a "waste" by himself.

What does this represent? It represents ignorance!

The right hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Yun Heng understood that the outbreak of the sword gallbladder "takes his own decision" not only did not help him, but instead slapped him hard!

This is a punishment for ignorance!

The heart is trembling and the will is shaking, but the ancient sword is still as silent as the past, just like ruthless mockery.

Chu Xiang was still dancing his sword, and the map of mountains, rivers and the country surrounding him was densely packed, as if it was the real world.

The unfinished map of mountains, rivers and the country is like the most wonderful protective cover, covering Chu Xiang, centering it and slowly rotating.

The gray nameless sword fog had already stopped when the first wisp of sword thread appeared. Even as various grass and trees became denser, the sword fog retreated repeatedly in fear!

It seems that it has been a long time since I felt that the momentum that condensed into a cone still did not collide with the purple lightning falling from the sky?

Chu Ying, who was watching the battle, had long been shocked by all kinds of visions. He had completely given up on his own in his body how many secrets he had. Even the luck of the "unlucky guy" Yun Heng was outrageous!

At first, Chu Ying had not discovered it. It was not until the ancient sword that independently triggered the vitality of heaven and earth that the young man in purple robe who considered himself an orthodox monk couldn't help but moaned without any strength---A flower was inserted into cow dung!

Then what is the thin sword? What is the sword gall? It is clearly the prototype of a good sword pill. I wonder if the idiot martial artist returned to the furnace and ruined it into a sword gall!

What is a sword gall? A sword gall is a warrior who condenses his essence and uses some special secret techniques to melt the sword into a freely shrinkable pill. Apart from convenience, it is not much more sophisticated than other swords.

What is Jianwan? Jianwan is a magic weapon made by cultivators who collect hardware energy, transform into mysterious crystals from heaven, and use their natal true fire to calcinate it for a hundred years!

The sword pill is a pill, which means a sword. The sharpness can cut iron like mud, and the softness can surround the finger rings.

To put it bluntly, Jianwan is a type of flying sword among cultivators! Unlike the one in his hand that is considered top-notch, but as long as there are suitable materials, the method of refining sword pills has always been only available in the ancient sects!

Can this be compared? Can it be compared?

No longer regret the ruined sword pill, no longer wondering why the original body would be crazy and stimulate the vitality of heaven and earth, trying to summon the images of the ancient innate magic weapon - the map of the mountains, rivers, and country. In short, Chu Ying began to concentrate on being his spectator, with only one sentence left in his heart.

In this crazy world, nothing is possible!

Everything is possible. Just like Chu Xiang dancing in the air above the huge pit, he was obviously an Ang Zang man, a mighty god-like man. Why was his swaying body so soft that any beauty was ashamed?

Why is the figure who can clearly see every detail so confused, as if he is the only one who is spinning in the world?

Weird, weird!

However, no matter how fast it is, it will eventually come to an end. In fact, time has not stopped at first.

In the sky, the purple lightning and white cone that had already lost its color finally hit each other hard!
To be continued...