Chapter 1631 Cutting Off the 30,000-Mile Galaxy, Causing the Extreme Sword Dragon to Roar

Chapter 1635 Cutting off the galaxy for thirty thousand miles, but causing the Extreme Sword Dragon to sing

"Buzz!"

When the sword intent rises, the ruins move.

As the ancient books under the kendo plate lit up, the entire three heavens above and below the ruins of the gods trembled.

Above the nine heavens, the 30 million lightsabers coming from the galaxy flickered and changed, and finally they all hovered in the sky.

It's not like it's disorganized.

It seems that it coincides with the great road and forms a sword formation, which is thought-provoking.

Even the leader's Angry Immortal Buddha Sword shined with extremely bright light, and the sword clearly showed excitement, and...

"eager?"

The sky is dull.

For the first time, he felt so empathetic to the spirituality of the Buddha's Sword Fury Immortal.

It seems that the compatibility between them is so high that he can see the emotions of the angry immortal so clearly.

but not!

Dao Qiongcang knows very well that this is not the case at all!

This sword has been with him for so long, except for the slight fluctuation when he purified the Diying Holy Strain.

This is the first time that it shows so much emotion!

Not convinced...

I'm not convinced...

It was given to me out of spite, not to you!

Dao Qiongcang shook his head in despair. After thirty years, he thought that time would smooth out the gap and make up for the shortcomings.

He has trained to the point of being a master of swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, when they met again during the war - even before they met officially, they would experience the dominance of the former number one swordsman.

The oppressive feeling of death came over me, but Bazun knew that this time, he hadn't even drawn his sword yet?

"More than twenty years! Angry Immortal!"

Dao Qiongcang shook his head day after day and thought to himself: Over the years, I have washed your body and feet, bought you the most beautiful scabbard to wear, ate with you, slept with you on the same bed, but you are not moved.

In the end, your soul will be taken away by someone else's look, and you may even want to turn against you if you are not satisfied with it.

Are you worthy of me?

Are you worthy of your title of "Buddha Sword"?

…

"Keng——"

Buddha Sword Fury Fairy clearly didn't know what the temporary holder of it, who was not even its master, was jealous of.

When I sensed that he needed help and received his call.

It tried its best to help mobilize the 30 million Holy Judgment Swords to form a sword formation, and Ruona opened his tail.

The only thing I want to do is express myself.

In fact, Nu Xian didn't even know who this "him" was, it only sensed a faint aura.

This is enough!

A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a famous sword chooses its master to work with.

With that faint breath, the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword knew that after having resentment, a more suitable master appeared for him.

It doesn't want to be the Divine Sword Xuan Cang, or the Sovereign Emperor Sword. The famous sword is covered in dust and left in a dark room.

It aspires to become the Taicheng Sword and the Four Swords. Even if each of them only shines for a while, at least it will be bright and glorious.

This is enough.

"bring it on!"

"Master me, hold me, untie me!"

The Buddhist Sword Fury Immortal led thirty million young men, and with the force of ten thousand swords returning to the clan, they rushed towards the imprisoned man. They were about to finish sending me off in the snow...

Although the sky was thinning, the young swordsman woke up. Amid the endless blockade and restrictions, his sword intent rose up and soared into the sky.

Keep moving forward!

No turning back!

Sword cultivators want this kind of momentum!

The Furious Immortal Buddha Sword fell in love with him even more when he saw this, and even wanted to throw himself into his arms, but in one thought...

The young swordsman slowly raised his sword in the mud.

The sword is black, slender, and exquisite.

It is not as thick and thin as myself, its essence is thick, it is a giant sword.

It is of medium slenderness, trimmed short and well proportioned. It is already perfectly symmetrical from birth and does not need to be decorated.

It's also not that it's not famous. It's not as good as I think it is. In terms of body shape and appearance, forget it. It shouldn't be as good as my background.

It's so familiar.

One of the five great chaos artifacts, there are four swords, and they are as famous as the Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword!

"Duang~"

The Buddhist Sword Fury Fairy dimmed halfway when it came, forgetting about the younger brothers behind it, and fell straight to the ground, losing all its brilliance.

Am I a step too slow?

Why can you all meet the ancient sword cultivator?

And what I met were either monks who were compassionate and did not kill, or dirty people who played tricks and plots but did not use swords?

…

"He Jian!"

"What sword is this?!"

No sword was even drawn.

Sui Yin, who turned into mist and spread thousands of miles, hiding his true body invisibly, has sensed a huge crisis.

This sudden sense of crisis is no child's play, it shows that it is really possible for him to be seriously injured by it, or even be killed with a single sword.

"impossible!"

Sui Yin knew Xu Xiaoshou's intensity.

The Wuyu Wushu sword that had just been able to borrow the four realms to death has reached its limit. It is impossible to kill myself who has thousands of incarnations at this moment.

Yes, the mist is so gloomy. Every wisp of mist and every particle of dust is equivalent to an opportunity to start over.

It's all life!

What kind of sword should it be that can ignore all laws, transform everything, destroy all incarnations, and cut off the true meaning of oneself?

even!

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou returned to the forbidden magic and was trapped in his own way of "slimming even though he was born".

How could he turn over?

How can you threaten yourself?

But it was also in this thought full of "impossibility" that Sui Yin stared at the young swordsman's eyes...

From being panicked, at a loss, to giving up.

To calmness, perseverance, and murderous intent!

Who gave him the confidence?

Sui Yin couldn't get the answer. In his demonic state, he had too many influences.

So many that he couldn't even notice that the ancient book under the young man's feet had brought him all kinds of abnormal changes.

Until even though the sky is thin and restrained, the sky will not tolerate me, and I will go against the sky, and the voice full of rebellious gestures can be heard.

The voice was so decisive and so wild that even the ancestor gods didn’t take it seriously:

"The sword energy sings wildly, and the galaxy is thirty thousand miles away."

"Why is the evil spirit dying? Why is the dragon roaring?"

…

brush!

Thirty million holy swords from the sky responded to the sound and returned to an aurora.

The light broke through the sky above and penetrated the earth below. The young man stood up despite the thin sky, and first pushed away the horizontal waves, which was so strong that it broke through the confinement.

Immediately afterwards, when the four sword tips of the fierce sword were raised high, his anger and intention tore apart the Taoism with anger and namelessness.

Clearly rooted in the 18th level of the ruins of God.

As soon as the sword was raised, the person was so heavy that he fell through time and space and fell back to the first level.

Can……

Light!

The ray of light that restrained the power of the Thirty Million Sword of Holy Judgment turned into a sword with four extended swords, penetrating the 33rd heaven, and the tip of the sword broke above the galaxy.

"Boohoo!"

The galaxy fluctuates, and all dharma returns.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that countless images were flashing through his mind. There had never been a moment when heaven, earth, Tao, sword, and me were so consistent.

The sword thought moved within the body.

The power of the stars and rivers are all combined into one body.

He only felt that what he was holding in his hand was not Gao Tian's heavy sword. It was as light as a feather and could be used like an arm.

Just when you subconsciously want to move, you turn your wrist and lift it up.

"Boom!"

A sword that breaks through the heavens and explores the galaxy.

Immediately from behind, it was swung into a full moon and drawn out under, in front of, and on the body.

The aurora tore apart the earth, space, and Taoism of the first heaven, and broke into the eighteenth heaven.

The speed of the sword light is so fast that it can absorb and cut through all the purple mist floating on the horizon of the 18th layer of the sky, cutting it like a piece of mud and tearing it like a piece of paper.

Without any delay, he cut through the darkness of the 33rd heaven, broke through the time and space flow again, and cut into the starry sky.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

It was only then that roaring mad songs came from the Relics of God.

And among the starry sky, the aurora swept away, sending out numerous ripples in both directions, leaving more than 30,000 miles of sword marks in the world where time had stopped.

One sword strikes the three heavens, and the galaxy is broken again!

…

"Nine swordsmanship, return to one extreme sword?!"

Until the aurora turned into a full moon, splitting the space of the God's Relics into two halves, connecting the three heavens above and below, and struck him in the face.

Only then did Wu State Suiyin realize that this time, the opponent was using the second level of the Nine Swordsmanship.

There is no such thing as the Four Borrows and Two Realms, and there is no real sword in front and Mo Jian behind.

It can even be said that from beginning to end, from beginning to end, Xu Xiaoshou did not have the slightest intention to hide the purpose of this sword.

"The sword energy sings wildly, and the galaxy is thirty thousand miles away."

"Why is the evil spirit dying? Why is the dragon roaring?"

Sui Yin heard the ridicule, but he had never heard the dragon's cry.

The mist is constantly distorting, as if it has been hit by a thin sky, and is infinitely collapsing towards a singular point in the middle...

No!

Not like!

With one strike of the young man's sword, he used the power of "driving the way" in the Three Thousand Swordsmanship and the most arrogant sword intention of the Gui Yiji Sword to return all those trapped by him.

When the fog collapses to one point...

When the soul and mind are condensed in front of the aurora...

Sui Yin finally knew what the whim was before the sword came out. He took out the big bell and drum, which was a defensive artifact.

Not even a crackling sound was heard.

Daguai Zhonggu's body was filled with aura and was instantly chopped into pieces. As if he lost his aura, his body was even blasted to an unknown place.

Sui Yin took out the Heavenly Realm Stone, which was refined from a corner of the Heavenly Realm.

But even the Heavenly Relic Triangle of God could not withstand the tyranny, wantonness, and arrogance of the Guiyiji Sword. The object shattered directly with a click.

Even the body of the Heavenly Boundary Stone was blown away.

The inner space collapsed, bounced into the flow of time and space, and lost to an unknown place.

He hurriedly called out the Ruins of the Master, and threw all the treasures out without even looking at them.

But no treasure can withstand the attack of the sword in front of it on a defensive level.

The only most powerful defensive weapon with a great reputation, it does not listen to calls or announcements, and sleeps quietly in the ruins of the ancestors.

With a loud bang, the ruins exploded to pieces and treasures flew everywhere.

Sui Yin grabbed a few useless objects and a set of stone carvings of the Holy Ancestor.

As soon as He regained consciousness, He returned calmly.

This stone carving contains a trace of the power of the Holy Ancestor at his peak. When activated, it can summon the Holy Ancestor for a moment, or the phantom of the Holy Ancestor that can last longer.

Sui Yin knew that he was slow.

He should not try other methods at the first time, not caring about the loss of face by borrowing the power of his ancestors, and just take out this thing and directly stimulate power.

He didn't feel wrong, it was indeed slow.

The previous objects and methods used up all the time he could spare to make an effective response.

As soon as the Holy Ancestor Stone Carving came out, it had not yet been activated, and only had the power of passive defense... The aurora had already passed through me!

"hiss--"

The soul body is torn apart.

Consciousness disintegrates.

In the sound of pain that resounded through the sky, the heaven-shaking Guiyiji Sword vividly interpreted the word "extreme".

In a physical way, transcendental transformation lifts the physical restrictions, and then breaks down the barriers between the way of the soul and the way of the mind, completely tearing apart all his defenses and cutting off the soul and mind.

"No!!!"

A sword left a shocking mark.

From the misty state of the evil spirit, to the soul splashing across the sky and the mind swaying the galaxy, it only took a heartbeat to stop.

...

"Bang!"

Dao Qiongcang's heartbeat stopped.

In the invisible state, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes were fixed on the void.

The Return to One Sword split the upper and lower three heavens of the God's Relics. The world was like a sandwich cake with three layers, with a fragment of time and space in the middle, and was split in half by the executioner outside the game.

In fact, it was not completely split and could not be put back together.

It was just that the space was split apart after this sword, giving people the visual effect that the world was split.

"Return to One Sword..."

Dao Qiongcang remembered this sword deeply, and summarized all the key information after the 30 million Holy Swords of Judgment were combined into one sword.

Yes, he contributed a part of it...

Oh no, it was 30 million "financial resources" gathered by corruption and perverting the law when he was the hall master!

"Nine sword techniques return to one extreme sword, abandoning the changes of the 'formation' and exhausting the extreme intention of 'injury'. On the basis of infinite numbers, infinite damage is superimposed and returned to one sword."

"If the sword is 'ten', the second realm of each kind occupies eight of them, and only eight of them, but the sword of returning to one extreme is an exception."

"The sword of returning to one extreme has no upper limit. How many injuries can be superimposed and combined into one sword can fully show the state and physical condition of the swordsman."

"Eight tenths of the Dao transformation starts, and nine tenths of the super Dao transformation is not the end. It gathers my 30 million swords of the Holy Judgement and eats up the power of my Tianzu of such quality and quantity..."

"This sword, in terms of lethality alone, I am afraid it has touched the threshold of the third realm, or even exceeded it?"

Regardless of the level of intention, only the lethality is considered.

The third realm of the sword of love, even if it opens the mysterious door, is probably slightly inferior to this sword.

Dao Qiongcang is good at scheming, but never worries about the sky.

He didn't think Xu Xiaoshou could still send out such a sword, even to himself-in the future.

Because this time was a lesson for the past, and we were on guard, when the next Sword of Return to Oneness arrived...

No!

That should be said.

From now on, in front of all the ancient sword cultivators, Dao Qiongcang will not show the Sword of Holy Judgement, and let similar "Sword of Return to Oneness" appear and arrive!

"Change!"

"Saint Judgement Knife, Saint Judgement Spear..."

"Anything is fine, but it can't be a sword, and it can't be used by these ancient sword cultivators!"

Dao Qiongcang thought of the master's sword intent that he had studied for thirty years, and was a little unwilling.

But then he thought about it, thirty years of painstaking research, people in the starry sky, and Xu Xiaoshou, the ruins of the gods, had just invited the eight masters...

Not to mention that the 30 million Saint Judgement Swords and the Angry Immortal Buddha Swords collectively rebelled, even I bent down from a distance.

I practiced swords to bend down? !

When Dao Qiongcang made this decision thirty years ago, he was afraid that four swords would accidentally cut his body...

Who would have thought that once the sword was completed, four swords could not hurt myself, and I was not even myself!

What swordsmanship is still needed?

I'll be ruined!

Dao Qiongcang raised his hand in anger. After watching the Return to One Sword, he was going to ruin his swordsmanship. Finally, after calming down...

He took out a disk, cut off this part of the swordsmanship memory, and sealed it up.

"It's hard for me to refine my spirit, and it's hard to grow in the swordsmanship."

"Only with the secret of heaven can you achieve eternal life."

When their ancient swordsmanship is extinct, the swordsman of heaven will return to the arena and rewrite history!

...

Void!

Too Void!

Super Void!

It's like the last drop of water at the bottom of the well has been drained. No matter how much you wait or squeeze, you can't squeeze out another drop of vitality.

After the Return to One Sword was released, Xu Xiaoshou lost all his energy and blood. He felt that he had aged by decades, as if he had entered his twilight years.

"Zheng!"

His fingers were weak.

Four swords were released and drooped straight down, falling beside the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, shaking and trembling, proudly, as if showing off.

Xu Xiaoshou was so sleepy that he felt his eyelids were about to close.

I tried to perceive myself, only to find that the feeling was not a feeling. I really changed completely.

The muscles disappeared, and I was as thin as a stick.

The precious body was dull and looked like a waste stone.

Even the hair became pale and withered. The wind blew away a large piece of it, turning it into the Mediterranean.

"Being frightened, passive value, +1."

Death is acceptable, but the Mediterranean is not.

"Eight Zun An!!!"

Xu Xiaoshou sat up in shock from his dying illness and roared, "Why is it like this?"

I only drew one sword...

I have never felt so compatible with the sword...

I am one with the sword, blending seamlessly and becoming one, even better than the eighth sword fairy. How could one sword empty everything I have?

I have a passive skill!

In the ancient book world, the eight arrogant and insolent Eight Lords looked at Xu Xiaoshou with amazement:

"The sword of unity has no upper limit. It is recorded in the book. You need to do it according to your ability. Didn't you read it?"

"My sword words, supplemented by sword thoughts, respond to the current situation and conform to the situation. It can be said that the three elements of 'time, place and people' are complete."

"In this state, the unity of heaven and man is not enough to describe it. When you draw the sword, you are the power of the super Tao, the state of the Tao, and you don't need to use all your strength, just react and control."

"And 30 million swords of the Holy Judgement help you, 30 million pieces of the power of the Holy Ancestor help you, even if they are divided into strands, the amount is very considerable."

"I thought you would stop, but I didn't expect you to stack so many swords."

"To be honest, I'm surprised you're still alive. Maybe you should be called the 'Immortal Sword Body'."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned after hearing this.

I have a lot of passive skills, but I was hollowed out?

After he reacted as if waking up from a dream, he fell from the sky.

He wanted to control his spirit or fly his sword, but he couldn't do anything. He fell to the ground, broke his spine, and almost broke his body in two.

"I was attacked, passive value, +1."

The earth attacked me, and I almost died.

Xu Xiaoshou took a breath of cold air, choked and coughed, and broke his sternum, and then he barely stopped in the backflow of blood and pain.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and asked, "How many swords did I stack?"

Mr. Siren said that the Nine Swordsmanship is divided into two types, one is "Sword Formation" and the other is "Stacking Injury".

In terms of attack power, the Mo Swordsmanship Wuyuwangwei Sword is known as the best attack because it ignores defense and is the "best attack" in the rules.

The Nine Swordsmanship Return to One Extreme Sword, the number of swords stacked is small, it cannot be called the "best".

But its horror is that there is no upper limit, because the number of formations, the number of swords that can be stacked, the stronger the Return to One Extreme Sword is.

"Isn't it that I stacked all 30 million swords?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought that he had used the second level of 30 million styles in an instant, and suddenly he was a little impressed that he was not dead yet.

Ba Zun'an shook his head: "You are not that powerful."

"You borrowed the momentum very well, and you also stole the power of the Saint Ancestor very well, which was beyond my expectation."

"But when it comes to swordsmanship, you stacked 365 swords and didn't wake up, so I helped you cut off the follow-up."

Ba Zun'an paused.

He was sure that Xu Xiaoshou didn't read the "Sword Viewing Classic" very well, and all these were recorded in the book.

Don't you like reading?

Do you have to be like Xiao Kongtong, gather your insights into a ball of light, stuff it all into him, and let him feel "very interesting" to learn swordsmanship?

But in the eyes of the Eight Lords, Xu Xiaoshou was never a child, and did not have the right to "play".

"Return to One Sword..."

Xu Xiaoshou closed his eyes, murmured for the last time, and died.

After feeling the endless life and full of vitality, he finally squeezed a ray of vitality from the nameless land.

The Tao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things!

The body began to get better.

If you can't kill him, beat him to death.

The muscles swelled, the vitality returned, and the sea of ​​qi quickly filled up...Xu Xiaoshou's consciousness woke up.

Passive skills!

This is the passive skill!

He no longer had the heart to sigh at the tenacity of his own vitality. After recalling the extremely mysterious special sword feeling just now, as if opening a mysterious door, he hid the Return to One Sword deep in his heart and sensed the battlefield.

"Did it succeed?"

"The ancestor god Suyin, I killed my body, spirit and mind with one sword, and I will never revive again, right!"