Chapter 890 What a Powerful Sword

Seen from the outside, the battlefield has turned into a black chaos. The originally turbulent and scattered dark magic breath seems to be affected by some kind of force at this time, entangled together, forming a huge hood, which is firmly shrouded between the sky and the earth.

The dark demonic breath that had been spreading outward following the great war before was actually shrinking at this time!

The more it shrinks, the thicker it becomes, as if it has turned into substance!

And the thunder and supernatural light that could be seen in the dark magic breath before, all disappeared at this time, and the people outside could only look at the black area from a distance, not knowing what happened inside, nor what to do!

What they can feel is the black area, so weird.

It seems to be a terrifying Jedi that can drown their eyes, and it also seems to grow slowly from this piece of heaven and earth, and the other side of the world is like the bubble in the bubble, the chalcedony in the chalcedony...

"What's wrong with this?"

I don't know if it was a natural induction. At this moment, no matter how high or low the cultivation base is, people who saw the black chaos felt an inexplicable sense of panic in their hearts, which made them uneasy, as if they had glimpsed a corner of the poor world!

"Such a thing happened?"

I don't know how far away from this place, Daozi of Donghuang Mountain who just stopped the Seven Great Devil's Breath Lakes from approaching this battlefield, suddenly flew for nine days, and then looked towards the direction of the battlefield from afar.

There was also some consternation on his handsome jade-like face.

"If those creatures really come this far, then the world..."

He, who was always calm and stable, turned white at this time: "You don't want to let the masters of the world be wiped out, so you keep us, but if they directly seize the opportunity to take this step, what's the use of keeping us?"

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"You really didn't lie to me!"

And when everyone in the world was looking at the chaos and feeling hopeless, not far from that battlefield, in a remote mountain depression, there was a lame man with one eye blind, who slowly stood up from the ground. He didn't arrive just now, but arrived very early, but he remembered the conversation he had with Fang Yuan when he was in Qingyangzong, so he held himself back and didn't draw his sword!

Fang Yuan told him that if the matter did not reach a desperate level, then it would be meaningless to use the sword himself, and if things really happened as he guessed, if he cut the sword himself, both himself and the world would be satisfied!

He didn't understand what Fang Yuan was referring to.

Those puppets that crossed the catastrophe just now did give him the urge to draw his sword.

But he held back.

Because he believed in the words of that junior of Qingyang, he decided to endure it for a while!

For a sword idiot like him, there is only one situation where he can be patient.

It's like a drunkard who has seen a good wine, and only when he knows that there will be better wine in the future, he will hold back from drinking it!

Now, he did see it.

Also at this time, I understood why that junior of Qingyang didn't let me draw the sword in advance.

Because what I practice is the mind sword!

Xinyi sword is always the most powerful when the first sword is cut!

This is really...

...I looked up to myself!

Such an existence, even if it is my first sword, can it be cut through?

……sure!

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Qingyang Jianchi stood up slowly, and walked towards that chaos step by step.

On the road, he pulled out a weed, but after thinking about it, he threw it away again. He continued to walk forward. He picked up a dead branch, but threw it away. He continued to walk forward. He picked up a piece of iron, which seemed to be broken from some magic weapon. It could barely be regarded as a sword.

Looking at the chaos, Qingyang Jianchi felt for the first time that he needed a real sword.

But where to find such a sword?

With only one eye left, he raised his head and looked up to the sky with some dissatisfaction.

Now he wants a sword, so the longing for this sword has become a thought in his heart, this thought is so pure, naturally, it becomes a law, and then this law shakes the void of heaven and earth...

It spread in an instant, and there were traces of his idea almost everywhere under the sky.

hum!

Endless dragon chants began to sound.

Now three hundred miles away from here, a certain casual cultivator who was staring in shock at the mushroom cloud rising out of thin air in the distance suddenly felt a shock all over his body, and the Longquan sword on his waist seemed to have a life of its own at this moment.

The loose cultivator was taken aback, and hurriedly recalled it with his spiritual sense, how could it be of any use?

He wanted to yell in shock, but suddenly froze.

Because he found that in mid-air, without knowing it was his sword, there were countless people's swords flying over, shooting out groups of cold light, like thousands of meteors flying down, crossing the void, and flying towards the direction of the mushroom cloud.

It seems that the swords all over the world have given birth to spirituality and a kind of desire.

In that secluded battlefield, even a knife gave birth to this desire.

It's just that he looked at himself, after all, it was a knife or not a sword, so he still felt ashamed and ran away quietly.

"唰" "唰" "唰"

Among the group of swords flying from all over the world, there is even a distant place, the famous swords worn by the seven sword disciples in Xijianchi. As the best of all swords, they flew at the forefront and led the swords away. The sword disciples of Xijianchi suddenly saw this scene, and they were all speechless for a long time.

"Thousands of swords and creatures in the world are going away one after another. This is, is someone going to cut out the guessed sword?"

At this moment, they are the best in Tianyuan Sword Dao, and like everyone else in the world, they are all looking up at that piece of sword cloud!

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"Clatter..."

Where Qingyang Jianzhi passed by, suddenly it was like a shower, and a sword with a handle fell from the sky and landed beside him.

The hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and the dragon chant continued, as if forming various voices of longing.

The surroundings of Qingyang Sword Chi formed a boundless land, which seemed to be a prickly land.

There are swords all over the ground, all yearning, hoping to be chosen by him.

But Qingyang Jianchi had seen all the swords, but he didn't stop at all. He just kept walking, wanting to find the sword that suits his heart. So, he looked at all the magical weapons, and even saw the seven famous swords in the sword pool, like a king, in the sea of ​​swords. He didn't stop, just kept walking, and continued to search...

He was getting closer and closer to the chaos, and his aura gradually rose to a certain limit.

But he still hasn't found his sword!

Finally, when he was three hundred feet away from the chaos, he stopped lightly and shook his head slowly.

There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

I'm still not pure enough...

When I saw something that I might not be able to cut, I wanted to find a good sword to use.

But in fact, if I only want to pursue the way of the sword, then in this world, which sword is not suitable for me?

After having this idea, he drew a sword casually.

The sword was three feet long, with a brass hood and a red tassel around its tail. It was an ordinary sword.

But this sword made Qingyang Jianchi very satisfied.

Because this is very similar to the first sword he got when he first entered the way of swordsmanship!

Holding this sword, it was like holding the original heart, Qingyang Jianzhi stepped out slowly, and waved the sword!

"call out!"

A voice so low that it was almost inaudible sounded!

In front of Qingyang Jianchi, suddenly, a dazzling sword light flashed, almost as soon as the sword light appeared, it filled the space between the heaven and the earth, as if cutting the huge world into two halves, but if someone took a serious look, they would find that this is not an exaggeration, because under this sword light, the laws of heaven and earth have been neatly divided into two halves!

In other words, his sword did indeed divide the world into two halves!

"Zheng!"

The moment the sword appeared, it struck the black chaos.

But now in the chaos, the three god emperors turned into an independent world, and when they wanted to refine Fang Yuan, Jianshou, Xianhuang and others, they never expected that the world would suddenly shake. The three god emperors were astonished, and they re-emerged from the sky and earth, and shouted angrily: "Impossible, how can such power exist in Tianyuan?"

Faced with their shock, even Fang Yuan couldn't accurately answer their words at this time.

On the other hand, the sword head of Xijianchi seemed to have noticed something, and there was a look of despair on his face, but amidst the despair, there was a bitter smile, and his voice rang out in a low voice: "I didn't expect that it would be him who cut this sword. In my book of Xijianchi, when I was in the first robbery, a senior Daxiu guessed that the practice of swordsmanship had reached the extreme, and there might be such a sword..."

"But according to his deduction, such a sword will not appear until at least 10,000 years later!"

"We are all inferior to him!"

He suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Yuan, not knowing whether it was sadness or joy, he said, "He brought the sword ten thousand years later to the world ahead of schedule!"

Fang Yuan was silent for a long time, and said, "It's amazing!"