Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

In front of Yuehai Xianjun, Xiang Lingshuang's swords fell.

The power on these two swords is as tyrannical as the sky and the earth collapsing, carrying a fierce wind and evil spirit.

The surrounding hundreds of miles of heaven and earth are full of howling wind.

"Hmph!" Although Xianjun Yuehai was also surprised, he couldn't retreat at this time.

Countless people on the fourth floor of Wanhua City are in front of them, and countless spiritual thoughts are paying attention to this place. If he retreats, the face of Zhenyang Tower will be torn off. tooth.

Raising his hand, golden talismans appeared in front of Du Yiran.

Every talisman appeared with a golden streamer.

The streamer shone and instantly turned into a golden light curtain.

"Worldly talismans, from spiritual talismans to divine talismans, each can mobilize the power of the world." In the distance, an old man in a black Taoist uniform had a flash of light in his eyes.

"Xianjun Yuehai's way of talisman has reached the peak of talisman, and this rune has a tendency to be transformed into a divine talisman."

"Shen talisman?" Another middle-aged immortal cultivator with a trace of energy surging on his body squinted his eyes, staring at the golden halo on the rune, "So, he has already transformed his own immortal cultivation Have you practiced the law for the gods?"

"Hehe, the end of the immortal way is Zhoutian God Realm after all. If you want to enter the God Realm, it's not surprising that you switch to the God Clan cultivation method." The black-robed old man shook his head with a calm expression.

"boom--"

The two swords collided with the talisman, and the talisman vibrated, but it was not broken.

Withdrawing the long sword, Xiang Lingshuang landed in front of Huang Zhihu.

Chen Chi, Du Yiran, and Cao Jianqiu, who fled back, stood together.

The three immortal monarchs faced the two junior disciples, and they didn't even have the slightest advantage in momentum.

This scene caused countless people around to click their tongues.

Really newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!

"I heard that you are coming to destroy my Zhenyang Building," Du Yiran hung the talisman in his palm, his eyes fell on the Danding in Huang Zhihu's hand, and said with a sneer, "That's probably not enough."

So what if it is a treasure, it also depends on who owns it.

With a junior who has not stepped into the golden fairy realm, even if he is in charge of the treasure, he will not be able to exert its power.

Everyone around also looked at the tripod in Huang Zhihu's hand.

Not to mention Huang Zhihu, even a strong immortal monarch may not be able to fully exert the full power of this treasure.

"Since Aunt Wan asked me to destroy Zhenyang Tower, I must destroy it." Huang Zhihu shouted loudly, raised his hand, and the Huayuan Ding held in his palm floated up.

"Om—"

The Huayuan cauldron vibrates, triggering the celestial light of heaven and earth to surge, and the cauldron flies into the void, turning into a huge cauldron.

On top of the cauldron, there is a green tree supporting the sky.

The branches swaggered, and the entire Wanhua City began to shake.

"This is the source, no, this is the rule!"

Someone shouted in panic.

rule!

The power to follow in the Great Way of Heaven and Earth.

That is the power that Immortal Venerable seeks, it is the ultimate end of the world's power, and it is also the source of the world's power.

The rules are more than the original power.

Only the origin that has experienced the calamity can have the opportunity to be sublimated into a rule.

Every fairy is trying to find his own rules to deal with the calamity.

Only the rules can resist the calamity.

In the sky, the branches on the top of the great tripod swayed, and the whole world began to sway continuously. The four-story Wanhua City seemed to be collapsing, and the surrounding buildings slowly disintegrated.

Before the cauldron, no matter whether it was Du Yiran or Chen Chi, even if they were powerful immortals, they were like a small sapling in the wind and rain, shaking constantly and unable to stand on their feet.

"Rules, how can they be rules?" In the distance, on the top of Zhenyang Tower, which was also swaying, Zhenyang Xianjun showed shock on his face.

"Behind them, is there a strong immortal?"

Forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, a gleam of light flashed in Zhenyang Xianjun's eyes.

Understood!

No wonder Wu Twelve asked himself to test it out, maybe there really is a fairy behind the other party!

Lead out this Immortal Venerable, and then test whether Chen Yuan Immortal Venerable really won't return.

If Immortal Chen Yuan never returned to Wanhua City, he could report to the God Realm and take away the treasure suppressed on the fifth floor of Wanhua City.

Squinting his eyes, Immortal Zhenyang let out a long laugh and flew up.

His body turned into a phantom of a big snake that devoured the sky, and slammed into the alchemy cauldron in the void.

"boom--"

The phantom of the big snake collided with the Danding, and the Ding retreated thousands of miles, and the phantom of the giant tree on it shook.

The illusory serpent seemed to be about to escape.

This blow hurts both sides.

An immortal monarch who has been rampant in the world for countless thousands of years, unexpectedly did not take advantage of the slightest blow from the younger generation.

"So strong!"

"The power of rules in this alchemy is probably unimaginable."

Surrounded by exclamations.

Not far away, the figure of Gao Duanyue in black robe emerged, his eyes were fixed on Huayuan Ding, his face was full of greed.

If this treasure is in his hands, even Zhu San can fight!

Lowering his head, he happened to see Zhenyang Xianjun also looking at him.

Seeing Gao Duanyue, Zhenyang Xianjun smiled slightly and whispered a few words in his mouth.

Gao Duanyue narrowed her eyes and nodded.

With a wave of his hand, an invisible power of heaven and earth fell on the giant snake above Zhenyang Xianjun's head and shrouded it away.

"Roar--"

On the head of the giant snake, a group of golden divine light condensed and turned into a golden hammer.

This golden hammer carries divine power, and the continuously intertwined divine light shows the thick halo on it.

The golden sledgehammer was blessed by the power of heaven and earth, and instantly solidified.

"Blessed by the power of heaven and earth, this is—" someone whispered, and then stopped his words.

"Hehe, Wanhua City chose to help Zhenyang Xianjun." Someone looked at the golden sledgehammer and said lightly.

There are countless strong people everywhere, and no one is a fool.

The fourth floor says that there are no rules, but the disciples of Wanhua City Chen Yuan Xianzun, who are both the ruling and the most powerful among them, are the rules?

Once the Xianzun disciples choose to stand in line, the result is basically doomed.

"I thought I'd be able to see a big show, but it's a pity." The energy and blood surging in the body of a strong Xianjun slowly subsided, and slowly retreated.

Many people made the same choice as him.

Since the disciple of Immortal Venerable who is in charge of the power of heaven and earth in Wanhua City has chosen to end, there is no suspense in this battle.

"Roar--"

On the head of Immortal Zhenyang, the golden sledgehammer was criss-crossed with golden light, and the divine patterns flickered, and it smashed again towards the alchemy cauldron above Huang Zhihu's head with a heaven-shattering force.

Huang Zhihu's face was serious, he took a deep breath, and all the immortal energy in his body burst out, causing the immortal light to flicker in the cauldron.

"call--"

The branch above the cauldron was raised and hit with the sledgehammer.

Dan Ding shook and retreated uncontrollably.

Xiang Lingshuang, who was standing behind the cauldron, was shocked and retreated unconsciously.

This is power spreading, Dan Ding has already absorbed most of the power, otherwise, he will retreat even further.

Huang Zhihu's face turned pale.

Although she is not the controller of the Hua Yuan Ding, she was also impacted by the dissipated power.

"what--"

The giant snake transformed by Zhenyang Xianjun opened its mouth and hissed to the sky. The ear-piercing sound caused all the cultivators around to retreat quickly.

This is the soul incarnation of a powerful immortal monarch, one of his strongest combat powers.

If you don't have the combat power of the Great Luo Realm, it's best not to get close, otherwise, death will be in vain.

"Om—"

The golden hammer on the head of Zhenyang Xianjun spun and flew again.

If the giant hammer fell, even if the Huayuan Ding could stop it, Huang Zhihu couldn't stop it either.

"Miss Zhihu, you go first." Xiang Lingshuang took a deep breath and raised his swords.

If he completely controls the Tianhuang War Puppet, he has the confidence to fight against Zhenyang Xianjun.

But now he is far worse.

Huang Zhihu shook his head, holding the long sword in his hand.

she won't go.

The foster father said that a sword cultivator must never shrink back when he has a sword in his hand.

"Hehe, a senior Daxiu, a strong immortal king, is going to make it difficult for a few juniors."

"Zhenyang Tower, ridiculous."

At this moment, in the void, a voice sounded.

Yang Dingtian, who was wearing a golden robe, appeared in front of Huayuan Ding.

In his hand, a golden long sword shone with golden light, and the sword light was brighter than the golden hammer on Zhenyang Xianjun's head.

"You are all sword cultivators, and you have a good heart if you can not retreat in front of the immortal king."

Yang Dingtian's eyes fell on Xiang Lingshuang and Huang Zhihu, and he spoke softly.

After finishing speaking, he pointed forward with the long sword in his hand: "My swordsmanship is different from what you have inherited, and you can learn from it."

"Om—"

On the long sword, fairy light shines, and the sword light pierces out.

This is the sword cultivator!

It's that simple!

Already here, just to make a move, no nonsense!

"Stab—"

The light of the long sword was on the golden sledgehammer.

"Ding--"

The impact was not loud.

A golden silk thread stretched from the front of Yang Dingtian to the top of Zhenyang Xianjun's head.

This is the trace left by that sword.

"Yang Dingtian, the lord of the Chiyan Sword Sect, is known as the strongest swordsman in the world, so you are nothing more than that." Zhenyang Xianjun laughed.

Yang Dingtian came to Wanhua City with great momentum, and flourished on the fourth floor of Wanhua City. There have been rumors in Wanhua City that it has the possibility of rising.

The big forces of all parties are also paying attention to Yang Dingtian, even the powerful immortals, no one is willing to be the first bird to face Yang Dingtian first.

At this time, Yang Dingtian's blow made Zhenyang Xianjun feel the reality of Yang Dingtian.

Sword cultivator, so what?

That's all!

"Yang Dingtian's combat power is not as good as that of Zhenyang Immortal?" Someone asked doubtfully.

Although Zhenyang Xianjun has a good reputation in Wanhua City, in fact, he has no sense of existence in Wanjie.

There are countless realms in the world, and among the powerful immortal kings, Yang Dingtian can leave a name, which shows that his combat power is extremely strong.

But looking at it now, Yang Dingtian also has a false name?

"Don't forget, Zhenyang Xianjun is blessed by the power of the heaven and earth of Wanhua City. Wanhua City is arranged by Xianzun. It has been in Tianyuan for countless years, and its strength is unimaginable." Someone expressed his guess.

It's not that Yang Dingtian can't beat Zhenyang Xianjun, it's that he can't beat the power of heaven and earth in Wanhua City.

"You saw the sword just now?" At this moment, Yang Dingtian suddenly spoke.

understand?

What do you understand?

Everyone around was taken aback.

A sneer flashed across Zhenyang Xianjun's face.

Play tricks.

"I don't really understand, but it seems that Brother Han has shown this method."

Xiang Lingshuang whispered, then turned to look at Huang Zhihu.

"Miss Zhihu, senior brothers say that you have superhuman talent in swordsmanship, you must be able to understand this sword, right?"

Xiang Lingshuang now has a huge body and a thunderous voice. When he said this, everyone looked at Huang Zhihu.

Yang Dingtian also turned his head slightly.

He had seen Huang Zhihu's swordsmanship before.

He has a deep memory of the spirituality in Huang Zhihu's swordsmanship.

He also wanted to know how much Huang Zhihu could see through.

"Break the face with a point, the way of the sword is the way of killing."

"When the sword is out of its sheath, life and death are divided."

"The sword is out, let him fly for a while."

Every time Huang Zhihu said a word, Yang Dingtian's expression changed.

After Huang Zhihu finished speaking, Yang Dingtian laughed out loud.

"Sure enough, he is Yunlan Sword Immortal's proud disciple. This kendo talent, I am so excited!"

"When your adoptive father returns, I'll ask you to come and practice under my sect for ten thousand years, how about that?"

As the voice fell, there was a booming and cracking sound resounding between heaven and earth.

In an instant, the sky was filled with sword light!

The endless sword light came from outside the world, smashed the whole world, and then, like an endless meteor, enveloped the giant snake transformed by Zhenyang Xianjun and the golden hammer on its head.

The endless sword light came from outside the sky!

After staying in Wanhua City for a long time, only Wanhua City was in his eyes, but he completely forgot that Wanhua City is just a city in the abyss of heaven.

Wanhua City is nothing outside Tianyuan.

The golden sword light gathered and condensed into a golden giant sword.

"My lord uses the Tianyang sword as a guide to nourish the power of the scorching sun for thousands of years."

"This gentleman's sword light goes against the trend in a dead place, and its power will be multiplied ten times."

"Unless your Immortal Lord Zhenyang has ten times the strength of this Lord, you will die today."

A strong immortal king must die!

Kill the fairy with one sword!

Between the same level, one sword is invincible.

How many people are there in this world with such means?

The surrounding cultivators all stared wide-eyed at the slowly fading sword light.

The sword light dissipated, and the figure of Zhenyang Immortal was nowhere to be seen.

fall!

Zhenyang Xianjun, the four-story Zhenyang Building in Wanhua City, what a powerful force, but it is no match for a sword!

Yang Dingtian, a strong man in the ten thousand realms, a master of swordsmanship, this is the real strong man!

Many people turned their heads quietly and looked at Du Yiran and others who were gloomy in the distance.

Without Zhenyang Xianjun in Zhenyang Tower, even if there are still three Xianjun, there is no possibility of existence.

With his hands behind his back, Yang Dingtian looked up at Gao Duanyue who was not far ahead.

"The disciples under the seat of Xianzun dare not face it directly. It's ridiculous."

Gao Duanyue's complexion changed, and she wanted to fly forward when she suddenly paused.

Killing intent flashed in his eyes, staring at Yang Dingtian: "You came here for me today?"

Yang Dingtian's combat strength surpassed that of Zhenyang Immortal Lord by how much. If he didn't make a move sooner or later, he would make a move at this time. Gao Duanyue is not stupid.

Thoughts flowed, he widened his eyes.

"You, and, them!"

Why do you only come here today?

Why did the third senior brother only arrange for himself to come?

conspiracy!

He flew up, a golden battle armor appeared on his body, and a golden long knife in his hand revealed the power of shattering the void, and he slashed down.

In front of him, a golden door of light appeared, and with one step, his figure crashed into the door of light.

escaped!

A great power of a fairy, a power in charge of the power of Wanhua City, before he could make a move, he didn't even want to lose face, so he just ran away!

how can that be?

That is the disciple of Immortal Venerable, the holder of the authority of Wanhua City!

Yang Dingtian laughed out loud, stabbed out the long sword in his hand, and the golden torrent was drawn into the light gate that was about to be closed.

"Girl, you leave the matter here to you."

After the voice fell, he rushed directly into the light gate.

Seeing Yang Dingtian rushing into the Guangmen, Huang Zhihu turned his gaze forward.

In front, Du Yiran, Cao Jianqiu and others looked pale.

Around, the gazes of countless immortal cultivators turned.

Zhenyang Tower.

Zhenyang Tower without Zhenyang Immortal!

"boom--"

On the Huayuan Ding, a celestial light fell down.

At this moment, countless fairy lights around rushed towards Zhenyang Tower.

The wall fell and everyone pushed!

There is no need for Huang Zhihu to act, this Zhenyang Tower will be destroyed today!

———————

"Om—"

In the void outside Wanhua City, a golden light flashed.

Gao Duanyue, who was holding a long knife, was panic-stricken.

After a little identification of the direction, he took a step forward.

But after taking a step, a sword light in front of him has already been cut down.

"when--"

The golden sword light turned into a torrent, knocking away the long knife and shattering his battle armor.

But when the torrent dissipated, there was only a piece of broken armor and half a long knife in the void, but the aura that an immortal should have was gone.

The figure of Yang Dingtian appeared from the void, holding a long sword in his hand, showing a trace of disdain on his face.

"Disciple of Xianzun, you are so timid."

He held the long sword and was about to turn around when he paused slightly.

The void oscillated, and the power of heaven and earth gathered.

In front, six figures stood there at some point.

"The five disciples of Immortal Venerable who can't be closed, the swordsman is strong, and Immortal Lord Sheng Yao."

"Xianzun's disciples, Immortal Zhiling, Immortal Baekje, Immortal Wusheng, Immortal Taiyan, Immortal Zhiyang."

Yang Dingtian raised the long sword in his hand, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes flashed solemnly.

"The six immortal monarchs think highly of someone Yang."

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

The golden sword light turned into a torrent, arousing the power of the sword light from the most rigid to the yang.

Sword repair, never nonsense.

"boom--"

Jianguang collided with the six fairy lights.

Thousands of miles away, Gao Duanyue, who was covered in tatters and pale, turned his head and looked at the place where the fairy light flickered with lingering fear.

"Hmph, even a mere immortal, dare to—"

Before he finished speaking, he was shocked and looked to the side.

Not far away, Immortal Zhu Huan stood there with his hands behind his back.

"Brother."

Gao Duanyue hurriedly bowed his head and bowed.

"Thank you, brother, for coming to the rescue."

He looked respectful.

He didn't know if he was almost killed by Yang Dingtian, if it was his senior brother's conspiracy, or if it happened just in time.

Fortunately, he had already escaped at this time, but Yang Dingtian was surrounded.

No matter how strong Yang Dingtian is, the six immortal monarchs will not be able to break through the siege.

Dead!

"Hmph, running away in a panic in front of outsiders, you have completely lost the face of my Wanhua City and my master." Immortal Zhu Huan didn't turn his head, but just looked at the void in front of him.

Gao Duan made a slight push on the moon, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother taught me that it is the younger brother who is cowardly."

Speaking of this, he raised his head, gritted his teeth and said: "Senior brother, give me the soul of Yang Dingtian, and I can't even let him die..."

Gao Duanyue, who wanted to say more, suddenly trembled all over.

He sensed the killing intent coming from his side.

This is strong, pure killing intent!

Turning his head slowly, he saw a gold and black pestle in the hand of Immortal Zhu Huan.

Killing God and Falling Demon Blade!

This is the treasure left by Master, and it is the ultimate treasure to suppress the entire Wanhua City.

In this Demon Subduing Pestle, the power to control the formation of the entire Wanhua City is sealed.

With this treasure in hand, Zhu Huan is invincible under Immortal Venerable.

"Brother, you, you—"

Gao Duanyue couldn't believe it, how could his senior brother have murderous intentions towards him.

Zhu Huan pointed the demon pestle in Gao Duanyue's hand, with a calm expression on his face: "Junior Brother Gao, if you are not dead, how can we have a reason to besiege and kill Yang Dingtian?"

"It's not that he, Yang Dingtian, has no heels behind his back."

Gao Duanyue widened her eyes and trembled all over.

He backed away in panic: "Zhu Huan, you are crazy, you are fighting each other, Master will not let you go."

"Last time I gave you the power of origin, why do you still—"

Having said that, horror flashed across his face: "You, you want to replace Master!"

"boom--"

What answered him was the roar of the golden black magic subduing pestle falling down.

In the endless void, the lingering air of death intertwined, attracted by this magic pestle, and turned into a vortex.

The Wanhua City on the fifth floor shook, and after strands of golden power were extracted, they returned back.

All the cultivation power of an immortal monarch was turned into the power of a large formation.

Gao Duanyue, the eighth disciple of Chen Yuan Xianzun, fell.

"You know, there are too many."

Withdrawing the Demon Subduing Pestle, Immortal Zhu Huan sneered.

Then, with a movement of his body, he rushed towards the void in front of him.

"Yang Dingtian beheaded Gao Duanyue Junior Brother, all Junior Brothers must not let this madman Yang Dingtian go—"

Zhu Huan's voice was full of fury, causing the void to vibrate.

Gao Duanyue has fallen!

Countless divine thoughts flickered and intertwined rapidly.

The disciples under the seat of Immortal Chen Yuan in Wanhua City have fallen!

This is a major event affecting the entire Wanhua City!

Between the surrounding heaven and earth, many strong men retreated.

Wanhua City must besiege and kill Yang Dingtian.

If Yang Dingtian is not killed today, the majesty of Wanhua City will be greatly damaged.

As long as Yang Dingtian falls here today, Wanhua City will still be Wanhua City.

"boom--"

With the tyrannical power to cut through the abyss of heaven, the Jiangmo pestle split through the power of death, and turned the formation of Wanhua City into an arrow, hitting Yang Dingtian in the chest.

This blow, no matter how strong Xianjun is, can't take it!

Yang Dingtian raised his head, and there was a glint in his eyes.

In his hand, the long sword was raised and slashed forward.

"boom--"

The golden torrent collided with the arrow, causing the abyss of thousands of miles to shake, and countless immortal cultivators hiding in the abyss couldn't stabilize their bodies and fell down.

With this blow, the turbulent wind shattered thousands of miles around.

Yang Dingtian's figure retreated sharply to the rear, his face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The fairy light in the hands of the six immortal monarchs condensed into a rope, and headed towards Yang Dingtian as a hood.

Fighting intent flashed in Yang Dingtian's eyes, and he raised the long sword in his hand.

"kill--"

With a loud shout, the sword shines thousands of miles away.

The golden sword light gathered again, cut off the rope, and then his figure rushed out of the void, flashing away.

"Hmph, Yang Dingtian, can you go, can you, Chiyan Sword Sect, go?"

Immortal Zhu Huan stood in the void, holding the subduing magic pestle in his hand, and gave a long shout.

Although Chi Yan Jianzong still has two immortals sitting in the town, but at this time there is no Yangdingtian, so they will not be able to hold it.

"Zhu Huan, you can try."

"If you dare to touch them, the day I return will be the day your Wanhua City collapses."

"Don't say it's unexpected—"

The void vibrated, and Yang Dingtian's voice spread throughout Wanhua City.

After beheading the disciple of the Immortal Lord, Yang Dingtian, the strongest of the Immortal Monarch, fled, leaving behind harsh words.

Being able to escape under the siege of several Xianzun disciples shows that Yang Dingtian has a strong combat power.

The expression on Zhu Huanxianjun's face changed, staring at the void in front of him.

"Brother, if you don't move the people of the Chiyan Sword Sect, we can take down those third-level rebels first."

The black-robed Taoist standing beside Zhu Huan said in a low voice.

Zhu Huan nodded, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Whether those rebels or Zhenyang Tower, as well as the disciples under Gao Duanyue's command, should be exterminated together."

"I, Wanhua City, will not let anyone have anything to say."

As soon as he moved, he turned and left.

Only his figure moved, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

A golden divine light gathered in front of him, turning into a golden divine pattern.

The divine pattern manifested as a Taoist in a blue-red robe.

"Master!"

Zhu Huan and everyone behind him exclaimed.