The First Sword of the Earth

The ancient sword of Jianzong is actually just icing on the cake. What really makes Wang Sheng's breath soar is the fusion of Wuling sword and Wang Sheng's Yuanying.

Yao Yun and Wang Sheng had already merged their immortal soul and primordial soul when they re-enclosed the Diling Xianquan; then Yao Yun transformed into a sword spirit, and Wuling Sword and Wang Sheng have already reached the realm of human-sword fusion...

In the Thunder Punishment Hall of the Moon Palace, under Yao Yun's suggestion, the two of them fumbled for a while, and they had completed the fusion of human and sword once or twice.

Because Wang Sheng has not yet become a fairy, all of this is led by Yao Yun, but Yao Yun does not interfere with Wang Sheng at all, and everything follows Wang Sheng's ideas.

If Wang Sheng looked inside himself at this time, he could see that Yuan Ying had already held a 'pocket version of the spiritless sword' condensed from immortal light, and Yuan Ying itself was almost transparent, with pillars of light blooming from its eyes, mouth and nose!

Yuan Ying raised his head and roared silently, two circles of light white vitality ripples appeared under Wang Sheng's feet, his figure straightened up, and thirteen Gu Xiuqian appeared!

The Wuling sword pointed forward, and the Wuming sword of Jianzong hung on the left side of his body. The tyrannical spiritual consciousness blessed by the sword spirit directly locked the thirteen ancient cultivators in front of him completely!

These thirteen ancient cultivators have different faces, some of them are already desperate, some seem to be fighting for their lives, and some have flickering eyes and want to put down their faces and beg for mercy...

Naturally, they are thinking more about how to get out of the current predicament at this time.

Only Huashan Gu Xiujian took a step forward.

This light and fluttering step made this old Taoist who had lived for hundreds of years appear directly ten meters away, attracting all Wang Sheng's attention for the time being.

Looking at this ancient cultivator, the cultivation base of the peak of the tribulation realm has been adjusted to the peak, and the sword in his hand also has a trace of immortal light, which is obviously extraordinary.

Without saying a word, Huashan Guxiu slightly bent his legs, and suddenly rushed forward, leaving a series of afterimages in the air, and in a blink of an eye, he was less than ten meters in front of Wang Sheng!

The sword in Huashan Guxiu's hand was shining brightly, as if he was holding a mountain, he slashed at Wang Sheng's head!

Slash a thousand mountains with force!

Its power is fierce, its sword is overbearing, just like a fairy coming to the world!

Wang Sheng's eyes surged with divine light, and the immortal sword in both hands was brilliant. This light instantly engulfed him and the Huashan Guxiu who rushed forward!

The celestial light is so dazzling that the surrounding monks can barely see the flickering sword shadow;

And the spiritual consciousness that was originally locked on Wang Sheng or Huashan Guxiu,

Everything is cut off at this moment!

The vitality suddenly rioted, and shock waves visible to the naked eye rippled towards the surroundings, sticking to the top of the venue, hitting the raised ridge in the distance, and blowing down patches of trees.

when!

It seems that there are swords touching each other, and the sound is like a bell, and the whole Huashan Mountain seems to tremble.

The strong fairy light suddenly subsided again, two figures suddenly appeared in the air several hundred meters high, three sword lights slashed alternately, and the sounds of swords screaming and clanging were endless!

In this sword light, there seemed to be a few bloodstains splashing, but they were not conspicuous.

These two figures only appeared for a moment, as if they had a tacit understanding with each other, and at the same time flew towards the northwest direction, bringing out afterimages, each of which was attacking each other with swords!

The group of monks below, including Qing Yanzi, Lao Tianshi, and even a few of the twelve ancient cultivators, couldn't understand who was in the upper hand and who was in the lower hand...

Occasionally, they could also see the light of blood floating in the air, but they didn't know who was beheaded...

After a moment of fierce fighting, and an unknown number of rounds had passed, Huashan Guxiu suddenly let out a loud shout, and pulled out dozens of phantoms with the fairy sword in his hand!

Dao Dao phantoms showed exquisite swordsmanship, engulfing Wang Sheng's figure in an instant.

The nameless sword held in Wang Sheng's left hand burst into thunder, and several thunderbolts slashed at Huashan Guxiu, and the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Intent showed its power again!

Wang Sheng's figure flashed, he was plunged into the thunder, and rushed straight through dozens of phantoms. The two swords in his hands rotated, and all the phantoms around him were blown to pieces!

At the end of the thunder, Wang Sheng rushed out, the nameless sword in his left hand smashed the 'immortal sword' in the hand of 'Gu Xiu' directly, and the Wuling sword pierced into the chest of 'Gu Xiu' without hindrance, but the sword light stirred, But it's powerless...

Unexpectedly, this is another phantom, but it is as real as it is. During the fierce battle, Wang Sheng has been concentrating on locking the enemy, and he did not expect to be deceived by the opponent.

At this moment, an astonishing wave of mana came from above his head!

Wang Sheng raised his head suddenly, and the Huashan Guxiu above his head was holding the hilt with both hands, and the fairy sword turned into a giant earth-colored sword more than 100 meters long!

The sword shape of this huge sword is somewhat similar to the strange peak of Huashan Mountain behind him.

The ancient cultivator of Huashan was flamboyant, but there were bloodstains all over his body. It was the sword wound from the fight with Wang Sheng before, and he had no intention of suppressing it now...

Mana poured into the fairy sword in his hand, and Huashan Guxiu's figure merged into the hilt of the earth-colored giant sword, and he yelled loudly:

"Die!"

Immediately pushing the huge sword, with the momentum of falling in the air, and with the vitality surging all over the sky, it pressed down on Wang Sheng mightily!

In the blink of an eye, Wang Sheng just let out a cold snort, instead of dodging with the thunder, he raised his swords and soared into the sky~

Three sound explosions, three lightning flashes!

Within a vertical distance of less than 40 to 50 meters, Wang Sheng's figure actually accelerated three times, leaving three waves of vitality in the air!

Wang Sheng's figure looked so thin under the huge sword, and the three-foot sword glow shot out from the Wuling sword, but this sword glow was so bright!

Ziwei Heavenly Sword!

A sword overwhelms the sky!

The sword light of the Spiritless Sword collided with the tip of the earth-colored giant sword, and the rapidly falling giant sword stopped strangely, while the rolling down vitality rolled straight up at this moment!

Click, click——

Cracks suddenly appeared on the giant sword, and the cracks spread rapidly from the tip of the sword to the body of the sword;

Huashan Guxiu, who was holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, showed a bit of disbelief on his face. He forced a mouthful of mana into the immortal sword in his hand, and those cracks closed instantly!

But at this time, Huashan Guxiu's complexion was already pale, and there was only surprise in his eyes.

Under the tip of the huge earth-colored sword, Wang Sheng, who was holding the Wuling sword high, suddenly shook his right arm forward, and the huge stone sword was thrown upwards by more than ten meters!

Taking a sharp breath, Wang Daochang charged up again holding the sword, the two swords rotated, and Chunyang Jiange unleashed it, seven or eight sword shadows blasted on the stone sword almost at the same time, directly chopping the tip of the giant sword into pieces!

Huashan Guxiu roared at the hilt of the huge sword, and pressed down the sword desperately!

Wang Sheng counterattacked, the twin swords were full of celestial light, and the swords were drawn faster and faster, mana and spiritual power surged wildly between the sword body and the Taoist body!

In an instant, all that could be seen was the sword light shining in front of Wang Sheng. I don't know how many sword lights bloomed and sword shadows swung every second. The huge stone sword was in front of Wang Sheng...

The ruler broke!

Sword shadows all over the sky, shattered 'stone chips', and that earth-colored giant sword that shortened rapidly...

The scene that appeared in the air was imprinted in the hearts of countless young monks!

In the blink of an eye, most of the body of the earth-colored giant sword shattered.

Wang Sheng's attack suddenly changed, his figure and Wuling Sword merged into one, as if he had turned into a sword, and penetrated into the blade of the giant sword from bottom to top!

The earth-colored giant sword that could no longer support it shattered, and the pure Yang sword intent blessed Wang Sheng's body!

That Huashan Guxiu flew upside down from the split hilt, with a crazy look on his face, as if he was holding the sword and slashing down.

But halfway through the sword movement, the Spiritless Sword hit the middle of the blade of the immortal sword in Huashan Guxiu's hand, and the immortal sword exploded to pieces with a 'ping' sound...

Sword scraps, like crystal powder, dance with the wind;

At that moment, Wang Sheng seemed to hear a slight sob.

Huashan Guxiu leaned back, the moment the sword shattered, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

However, Wang Sheng didn't stagnate in any way, and the movements that erupted in an instant were extremely smooth, as if he had practiced countless times.

At the same time that the Wuling sword shattered the fairy sword, the Wuming sword in his left hand had already scratched Huashan Guxiu's neck, and Huashan Guxiu's head was thrown into the air...

With a flash of sword light, Huashan Guxiu's condensed primordial spirit was instantly chopped into powder, and since then his body has disappeared.

The third.

Wang Sheng glanced down, allowing Huashan Guxiu's body to fall from the air, and the landing point was also within the venue.

From this ancient sword cultivator's attack to his death, the whole process happened too fast and too intense...

It doesn't matter if there are still twelve Guxiu left below, no one can intervene in the duel between these two swordsmen. Even they feel that Huashan Guxiu's death is too fast and too sudden.

Apart from Wang Sheng, probably only the two sword spirits know why this Huashan ancient cultivator used such a method of "overpowering others" to make a final fight.

From the very beginning, Huashan Guxiu and Wang Sheng fell into a disadvantage in the duel, and the change of sword moves was suppressed by Wang Sheng.

This has nothing to do with cultivation, it's purely because of Wang Sheng's suppression of swordsmanship and sword moves.

In those few waves of rapid confrontation between the two in the air, the smears of blood that kept appearing all came from Huashan Guxiu...

Huashan Guxiu made a false move to use all his mana to condense the giant sword to fight. In fact, he already knew that it was impossible to suppress Wang Sheng with the state of swordsmanship, so he could only try like this...

In the end, when the sword was broken and people died, he had no strength to fight back.

In the air, there are still strands of mana remaining, and the vitality keeps surging.

Wang Sheng fixed his eyes on the bottom without any hesitation. Before those Gu Xius could react, he opened his hands and jumped down from the air!

How can the twelve ancient sinners have fighting spirit again? But their retreat has been blocked by the immortals of the underworld, and there is no way to retreat!

"Everyone shoot together!"

In an instant, the twelve ancient cultivators used their own means, and at this moment they also worked together under the huge pressure of life and death, and launched a series of offensives against Wang Sheng who fell from the sky!

There are magic treasures and longbow strings vibrating, there are talisman masters urging the sky full of talismans, and there are eighteen three-foot-high flags thrown by ancient cultivators, and they are arranged into a large formation in a blink of an eye, borrowing vitality...

Facing so many attacks, Wang Sheng didn't dodge at all, and crashed into all kinds of streamers!

But then the sword light flashed, half of the streamers of various colors exploded, and half of them flew around.

A thunderbolt slashed obliquely from the air, and struck directly at a height of more than 30 meters above the heads of the twelve ancient cultivators!

Wang Sheng wrapped the thunder light and flew out of it, his body turned across the sky, facing the twelve sinful cultivators below!

The nameless sword was held flat behind him, and the light of the sword surged like the waves of a river. With a slight shake of Wang Sheng's shining left arm, the light of the sword instantly solidified, turning into a giant sword of blue light tens of meters long !

The spiritless sword in his right hand instantly cut out sword shadows all over the sky, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of groups of horizontal, hanging, inverted, and falling Big Dippers appeared in the sky, completely covering the twelve criminal cultivators and blocking all their escape routes!

The twelve ancient crime cultivators used all their means together, but the hundreds of sword lights falling from the sky did not give them a chance to fight back at all, and the tens of meters long giant sword that the sword light swung downwards was crushed even more. their last struggle...

At that moment, the entire venue was filled with celestial light and sword shadows.

In an instant, the sword energy traveled for dozens of miles, and the blood of the immortal fell into Shura!

The fourth, the fifth...

Ninth, tenth...

The twelve criminal cultivators struggled as hard as they could, using all kinds of means to save their lives, but none of them could withstand the attack of Ziwei Tianjian.

Every sword light is Wang Sheng's full blow, this is the Ziwei Heavenly Sword, and this is the Dao inheritance passed down by Emperor Ziwei!

I do not know how long it has been……

It shouldn't be long...

For all monks at this moment, time seemed to be moving slowly.

When the corpses fell from the sky, the fairy light on Wang Sheng's body also converged towards Wulingjian.

At this moment, Wang Sheng seemed to have been pulled out by a cramp, and there was a huge sense of weakness all over his body, and his Dao heart felt nothing but nothingness.

This is the consequence of merging with the sword spirit. Both the Taoist body and the Nascent Soul are under unprecedented pressure.

Just at this time, a corpse that fell on the ground suddenly 'deceived a corpse', and the ancient cultivator spit out blood, jumped up by himself, and fled in the venue in a staggered manner.

Wang Sheng flung the Wuling sword casually, barely kept his standing posture and landed near the devastated rostrum, his legs softened, and he couldn't help kneeling on one knee, holding the ancient Wuming sword with his left hand.

Behind the Spiritless Sword, a phantom of a fairy emerged, and he slapped the ancient cultivator on the ground with a palm from the air; Yao Yun held the hilt of the sword, and the tip of the sword rested on the old Taoist's neck.

"No, don't kill me! Spare me! Fairy, spare me!"

The old Taoist trembled all over, and shouted in a trembling voice, "I would like to atone for my sins, I was instigated by them to do such absurd things! I am willing to announce all their dirty tricks to the public!

spare my life! Shangxian, spare my life! It's my dog's eyes that don't recognize real gods! Only those who are obsessed with ghosts dare to hurt Grandma Fox Fairy! "

Wang Sheng waved his hand, Yao Yun raised his sword and dropped it, another head was thrown flying, and another half-finished primordial spirit was annihilated.

"Uh, I mean forget it... okay."

Wang Sheng shook his head, and slowly stood up while leaning on the Wuming Sword. His feet were a little flimsy, but he recovered some strength after a few steps.

At this moment, the audience was still so silent, all eyes focused on this monk, and Wang Sheng went straight to Qingyanzi and the others, picked up the nameless ancient sword, and handed it to the head of the Sword Sect, Daoist Qinglong .

The latter made a Daoyi first, then held the ancient sword in both hands, and smiled kindly at Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng bowed to his master, and Qing Yanzi hurried forward to help him, feeling mixed feelings for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Master, this disciple is going to find a place to rest for a while...these ancient cultivators may still have their primordial spirits alive.

Master, don't leave trouble behind. "

"Okay, don't worry," Qing Yanzi nodded in response, but he could only watch his apprentice walk away, and just said, "I will do the rest for the teacher... It's hard work."

Wang Sheng shook his head slowly, then bid farewell to the Taoist priests, turned around and walked towards the place where Xilian and Wang Xiaomiao were.

"Brother Sheng!"

A shout came from the aisle next to the stand, and Shi Qianzhang rushed out with a group of acquaintances from the investigation team. Wang Sheng nodded with a smile, but he didn't have the energy to respond.

This group of people almost rushed to Xi Lian and Wang Xiaomiao together with Wang Sheng, but 'Meng Po' had disappeared.

Wang Sheng leaned over to check Xi Lian's condition, and found that Xi Lian was awake at this time, so he said in a hoarse voice: "Elder sister, rest first, you are fine."

"Um……"

Xilian responded, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep in Wang Xiaomiao's arms.

Wang Sheng sat down on the ground, Shi Qian quickly stuffed a futon with his hands and eyes, and laughed at Wang Sheng for a while.

Seeing this guy, Daoist Wang inexplicably relaxed a little, heaved a sigh of relief, took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, and handed it to Shi Qianzhang.

"Here, the elixir, it's yours alone, to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the yuan."

Shi Qian opened his eyes, hugged the porcelain bottle, couldn't restrain his ecstasy, and jumped up and down beside him.

"Non-language," Liu Yunzhi yelled from the side, Wang Sheng just wanted to take out some elixir of healing and restoring mana as a gift, but Liu Yunzhi suddenly knelt on the ground in front of Xi Lian, without saying a word.

Wang Sheng got up quickly, pulled Liu Yunzhi up forcibly, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

"I……"

Liu Yunzhi's voice trembled sharply, but his eyes turned red.

Shi Qianzhang sighed, put away his exclusive elixir, and walked over with his hands behind his back.

"Let's talk about it in another place," Shi Qianzhang said in a low voice.

Wang Sheng nodded, urging a mana in his hand, the scabbard, Wuling sword, and Feixia sword hiding outside the field to intercept the fish that slipped through the net, and returned at the same time.

Wang Xiaomiao is considered a cultivator in her size, so she won't struggle to hold Xilian's body, so she gets up and walks beside her brother.

On the side, several people from the investigation team came up and wanted to say hello to Wang Sheng, but Mou Yue, who had the highest position, stood behind these people with a slightly embarrassed expression on her face.

"By the way," Wang Sheng raised his sword and paused, swept towards the investigation team and took out a small brocade box from the pendant in his arms, and threw it out casually.

Mou Yue subconsciously reached out to catch the brocade box, Wang Sheng waved his hand, and didn't say much, the people in the investigation team could only stop and watch them leave.

"Yunzhi, what's wrong with you?" Wang Sheng asked in confusion.

"well……"

"Hahaha, brother Sheng, let me talk about this matter, and wait until I find a place where there is no one."

Shi Qianzhang's loud voice turned into the background sound, Mou Yue's eyes flickered slightly, she hesitated a few times, and opened the brocade box, her face turned pale.

In the brocade box, a medal in the shape of a small shield lay quietly, and the ancient sword carved on the front was now eclipsed.

The Medal of Sword was returned.

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(ps: Dazhang asks for tickets!)

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