Chapter 612: Thousands of Swords Are Shattered, the World Is Sad, and There Is No Peace in the World Anymore

What kind of sword this was, no one present could describe it, but the expressions of all the strong men in the God Realm changed drastically.

They couldn't stop it. Under this sword, almost everyone had only one feeling, that is, they were ants.

A tiny ant that could be killed with a sword at any time!

Ning Shenxiu, everyone present had already overestimated his strength, but they did not expect that the strength he showed far exceeded everyone's surprise.

Lu Bingyue's eyes hurt for a while. She knew very well that the reason for this pain was that her cultivation was unable to withstand the power of this sword light.

If Ning Shenxiu is allowed to walk to the Blue Dragon Marquis Mansion and then use this sword, then the Blue Dragon Marquis Mansion...

I'm afraid there will no longer be a Blue Dragon Marquis Mansion in the world!

Lu Bingyue, who was originally full of confidence in her cousin, was filled with worry at this moment. Her confidence had collapsed with the arrival of this sword.

It's not that my cousin is weak, it's that this sword is really too strong.

All the disciples of Tianjian Sect widened their eyes tightly. Most of them were not as good as Lu Bingyue, but because they had the same roots as Ning Shenxiu’s cultivation method, they could still see this clearly. Sword light.

Originally, many of them had felt complacent about their cultivation, but now, they only felt ashamed in their hearts.

It's too big, the gap between them is really too big. If Ning Shenxiu's sword was compared to heaven and earth, then they felt that they were like that little ant between heaven and earth.

In the temple of the Tianyun Divine Dynasty, a treasure mirror hanging high in the void shattered suddenly, and sharp sword intent rushed out of the treasure mirror, heading straight towards the God Emperor sitting high on the throne. Cut it down.

"Escort!"

Huge roars came from all directions, and hundreds of masters rushed over from all directions, but although they were fast, the sword light was faster than them.

In just one moment, the God Emperor might die under the light of the sword. At this time, even the God Emperor's eyes were filled with fear.

"Broken!" A deep shout resounded in the main hall. Following this deep shout, an old man wearing a high crown but with a vague face appeared in the void.

The power in him is much stronger than that of the God Emperor. He stood in the void, against which the God Emperor looked like an ant.

"Greetings to the ancestor!" The God-Emperor, who had been frightened to death, saluted respectfully the moment he saw the old man.

"Hmph, you are not strong enough. Let's see a showdown between strong men. If I hadn't left a jade talisman for self-defense on you, you would be dead now."

The man's voice was full of rebuke. But even so, the God Emperor still did not dare to say anything.

Because in front of the old man, he was really far behind.

"Ancestor, I know I was wrong. I just didn't know that Ning Shenxiu was so strong." When the God Emperor said this, he said with a hint of uneasiness in his voice: "This time, Grandpa thinks Ning Shenxiu is the winner. lose?"

The old man glanced at the God Emperor and said indifferently: "Is there any need to ask?"

The five words spat out from the ancestor's mouth immediately made everyone present calm down. They knew that what the ancestor said actually represented the outcome of this matter.

No need to ask, it must be Ning Shenxiu’s victory!

"I originally thought that Ning Shenxiu would never be able to overcome that hurdle because of his pride. Look, he really needs to thank Luo Yuanchu." There was a hint of emotion and a hint of envy in the words of the old man in the void. Six points of bitterness.

This bitterness is obviously because he has not reached this point.

Just when the God Emperor was trembling, a man who was looking through books in a small study seemed to sense something.

He looked up at the sky, a gloomy look flashing in his eyes.

"Ning Shenxiu, is hard training really more effective than studying?" While muttering to himself, his eyes fell on his book again.

But after flipping through it a few times, the book spontaneously ignited without any wind, and was instantly burned between heaven and earth.

Under the light of the flames, the man who was looking through the book had a peaceful, ordinary middle-aged face that looked a little heavier.

He waved his sleeves, and a picture scroll appeared out of thin air. This is the scene of Ning Shenxiu's sword strike.

Looking at the strong sword intention, the feelings on the scholar's face became more and more intense. Finally, a look similar to that of the old man who appeared in front of the God Emperor flashed across his eyes.

"I'm not as good as you!"

But just when the scholar was feeling depressed, his eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of light, and then the object he was looking at had shifted from Ning Shenxiu to Luo Yunyang.

Luo Yunyang's performance at this moment made him feel incredible.

In the picture, under the sword light of the broken world, Luo Yunyang's figure looked so small, but even when the color of the world changed, the smile on his face remained unchanged, still so calm.

Perhaps, in the eyes of most people, Luo Yunyang's current situation is already frozen in shock, but only a being like the scholar can understand what Luo Yunyang's performance is at this time.

This is a kind of confidence, a huge confidence, a confidence that victory is within reach.

Sure enough, just when the sword light was about to reach the mountain peak where Luo Yunyang was, Luo Yunyang moved. He turned his palm into a sword and waved it gently towards the void.

This move is very simple, so simple that it makes people feel incredible. In the eyes of many people, this is simply a children's joke.

When the palm sword was slashed out, there was no change in the void, no response from the surroundings, and no response from heaven and earth.

It was as if this was just an ordinary child, playing a small prank in the void.

However, when the sword was struck, two drops of blood-red tears fell from the scholar's eyes.

He stood up suddenly. At this time, the scholar stood up a little like a madman. He waved his hands and said with fear in his voice: "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

Along with his words, the scroll that was originally spread out in the void, together with the sword light in the scroll, and Ning Shenxiu in the scroll, all turned into powder.

The breeze blew, and everything seemed to disappear.

The scholar couldn't believe it was true, but his spiritual consciousness, which he had practiced for many years, told him that this scene was happening in the endless distance.

Just as the scholar guessed, this scene was being played out in front of countless people in the area where Luo Yunyang and Ning Shenxiu were confronting each other.

There was no ripple, no sound, and no sound at all. It was like the sword light piercing the heaven and earth. The person who activated the sword light was shattered into the heaven and earth silently.

Someone saw Ning Shenxiu's last expression. It was an expression of disbelief, but also admiration.

With white hair and white clothes, Ning Shenxiu, who walked around the world, died like this!

Everyone watching the battle had their mouths wide open at this moment. They couldn't believe that what they saw was real.

However, their eyes told him that in front of them, there was no longer the peak that they felt was insurmountable, and there was no longer the strong man who gathered 3,600 swords into one!

There is no more peace of mind in the world!

"Buzz buzz!" A burst of sword buzzing rang in the ears of those watching the battle. Amidst the noise, a sharp sword rushed out from the sword box of a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect who was watching the battle. It trembled in the void. .

On this sword, everyone present felt sadness, a kind of sadness for the fall of a sword-wielding genius.

More and more long swords flew out from the sword boxes, and they stagnated in the void, and they let out mournful screams.

This mourning makes people feel sad from the heart. This mourning makes people feel a kind of sorrow from the heart.

This is a kind of wail that belongs to the sword!

From the desert to the sea, from the mountains to the abyss, countless swords screamed silently at this moment!

Tianjian Mountain is the holy land in the hearts of countless swordsmen. Countless long swords are roaring, and countless long swords are roaring! However, following these mournful cries, countless disciples of Tianjian Mountain lowered their heads.

Although some of them did not watch the earth-shattering battle, and although some of them did not even know about the earth-shattering battle, they already knew the result from the sound of swords.

Ning Shenxiu was defeated, and there is no Ning Shenxiu in the world.

A divine sword that looked like crystal turned into powder in the void!

The sword is broken!

A long sword was shattered into pieces silently. Countless disciples of Tianjian Mountain and countless people who used swords in the entire Tianyun Dynasty suddenly felt a sense of disaster. The feeling of arrival.

And at this time when thousands of swords were mourning together, a sigh spanned time and space and resounded between heaven and earth.

Along with this sigh, a ray of sword light rose in Tianjian Mountain. When this sword light started, it was just a little bit, but in just a moment, this sword light had turned into a rainbow that covered half of the world.

In the endless sky, there is only one sword at this moment!

"What a move. Heavenly Sword Wuxiang Slash. If you can die by this move, Ning Shenxiu will not be defeated unjustly."

"Three years later, I will wait for you on the Tianzun platform!" A faint voice echoed in the void with an unquestionable sharpness.

With the sound of this sound, those long swords that were about to be broken quickly repaired themselves, that is, in an instant, those long swords made a sword cry. This was a joyful sword cry, and it was also a sword cry. A sword cry full of fighting spirit.

The sword roars and vibrates, and the infinite sword energy fills the divine dynasty!

Luo Yunyang's eyes also became extremely bright, and a great excitement arose in his heart.

An excitement full of desire to fight.

"Okay!" Luo Yunyang only said one word, but this one word froze the boundless sword energy, causing the wildly vibrating swords to fly into their sheaths quickly.

"I heard you right, then... the one who spoke is the Patriarch!" A disciple of the Tianjian Sect shouted crazily.

Compared with Ning Shenxiu, the real Heavenly Sword of the Heavenly Sword Sect is Bai Jingtian!

And just now, the speaker was also Bai Jingtian!