There are thousands of sword cultivators in the world, but only Li Muyang is worthy of the name "Sword Immortal".
The other masters of swordsmanship who are famous all over the world are self-deprecating "sword masters" and dare not share the same name as the swordsman.
Li Muyang has been standing at the foot of Ziyun Mountain for some time. Reshaping the sword's heart and climbing the sacred bridge must be a process.
Millions of spiritual swords clanked, and the sword energy spread across thousands of miles, shocking all living beings in the world.
Whoa -
there was a purple gold sword coming from the southwest, piercing the void, leaving a long sword mark, causing the faces of many monks around to change slightly, and they exclaimed: "The sword of Lord Xiyan Sword!"
A middle-aged man in a purple gown came with a purple gold sword and landed on the ground.
The visitor is the top master of the main lineage of Xijiang, Qin Pingyan, a master of swordsmanship at the pinnacle of Mahayana.
Looking up at the sky full of spiritual swords, he vaguely felt the supreme sword power in the void. Qin Pingyan's eyes showed a bit of shock, and then he looked at the sword immortal standing in front of him, in awe, and bowed down to salute. .
Hearing that the Sword Immortal was about to ascend the path again, Qin Pingyan put aside everything and crossed countless seas of stars just to witness it. As soon as he arrived in Dizhou, he felt that his sword was a little unstable. The closer he got to Ziyun Mountain, the more serious the situation became.
Suddenly, the purple gold sword unsheathed itself, came at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye, and became part of the sword sea.
"Even the Sword Lord's sword must be worshiped. No one in the world can match the power of Chang Geng Sword Immortal."
Everyone marveled, and this scene was deeply engraved in their minds.
"How much power is needed to extend the sword sea for millions of miles!"
Even a great monk who stands at the pinnacle of swordsmanship can't help but feel ashamed. They looked at the back of Sword Immortal Chang Geng as if they were looking up at an unscalable mountain.
"I was lucky enough to witness the battle at Ziyun Mountain thousands of years ago, and now I can witness it again. I am really lucky in life!"
An old man located 30 million miles north of Ziyun Mountain was chatting with a group of juniors, stroking his beard, his eyes full of awe for the Sword Immortal.
"In this era, he is the pinnacle of swordsmanship."
Another swordsman strongman appeared, and his sword flew into the sea of clouds uncontrollably.
As time went by, many old men appeared near Ziyun Mountain. If you pick one out at random, he would be a towering figure in his respective territory.
"In today's world, he is the only one who dares to argue with heaven and earth."
No living creature in this world is qualified to discuss swordsmanship with Chang Geng Sword Immortal. His swordsmanship is superior to that of the world, but it has not reached the other side.
Among the crowd, an inconspicuous man in black appeared.
It was Chen Qingyuan.
After running all the way, I finally arrived.
Standing in the distance, looking at the back of the Sword Immortal, Chen Qingyuan subconsciously clenched his hands and murmured: "I hope the Sword Immortal can survive this disaster."
With a casual glance, Chen Qingyuan could see the past The big shot who had appeared at the Baimai Feast was slightly nervous.
Many young monsters from the imperial state came with their elders to witness the supreme grace of the Sword Immortal with their own eyes.
Chang Geng Sword Immortal seemed to be petrified and stood still.
He didn't move, and no one dared to make too much noise, let alone come up to talk to him.
In this territory, the sound of sword chants echoed continuously, and there was not a cloud or mist for countless miles.
This lasted for several months, and finally the Sword Immortal took action.
I saw him slowly raising his right hand and tapping his index finger lightly.
"Om——"
Golden lotus sprouted from the loess beneath my feet.
In just a short moment, tens of thousands of golden lotuses emerged from the ground, and an auspicious cloud suddenly appeared above the nine heavens, with three thousand streams of light hanging down on the cloth.
After the baptism of the rays of light, Sword Immortal's lame injury healed in a few breaths. The tattered cloth he was wearing turned into a blue brocade robe. His messy hair danced softly, and the wrinkles on his face were reduced a bit. His pupils are as black as the abyss, and he is not angry but has authority.
"Zheng!"
The black broken sword beside him suddenly rose up, and the sword light surged straight into the sky.
Tick tock -
a ray of white light flashed, the sword fairy cut his index finger, and a few drops of blood seeped out and fell on the broken sword.
Immediately afterwards, the broken sword was reassembled, with a total length of three feet.
The name of the sword - Guiyang.
Strange patterns are engraved on the sword body, which is completely black and contains the power of the blazing sun.
At this moment, Chang Geng Sword Immortal finally woke up in the true sense.
His cultivation is still at the peak of Mahayana, and he has not yet climbed onto the Divine Bridge. However, the power of a sword is enough to crush countless strong men in the world. With a glance, all the heroes present were frightened.
"Greetings to the Sword Immortal!"
The leading sword masters all bowed in unison.
"Sword Immortal!"
Then, the shouts of respect came from all directions, echoing between heaven and earth, and lingered for a long time.
Among the crowd, Chen Qingyuan saw the true face of the Sword Immortal, as if he was looking at a giant sword that pierced through the sky and the earth. He was extraordinary and mighty, like a god. Although he stood on the ground, he gave people the impression that he dared to compete with the sky. Feel.
"You want to fight again, are you really not afraid?"
A white-haired old man, sitting on a green bull, came from a distance.
Most people didn't recognize the old man and looked sideways with doubt in their eyes.
"The pessimistic old immortal!"
A few old guys recognized him, with a hint of surprise and fear in their words.
The ancestor of the top sect in the imperial state has lived for nearly 30,000 years, and is so powerful that he can be regarded as the first in the world.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
The swordsman stood with his hands behind his back, looked at each other and said calmly to the old man sitting on the back of the green bull.
The two are old acquaintances, neither enemies nor friends.
"You are still young, and you have a lifespan of tens of thousands of years. If you climb mountains and fight with the sky, you will escape death."
The voice of the old man Qingniu was hoarse.
"Fight against the sky, even if you die, you won't regret it."
The sword fairy raised his eyes and looked at the sky, without a trace of nervousness on his face, he chuckled.
"Well said, it's not like me who is greedy for life and afraid of death."
When I was young, I was not afraid of anything. I was not afraid of wearing shoes when I was barefoot, and I would fight for my life at every turn. Now that I have too many things, I have lost my passion.
"Everyone in the world is destined to die, and no one can escape this disaster. Even if you use various methods, the most you can do is live a few more years. If you live in a dark corner, it is better to face the matter of life and death with magnanimity and try to live as much as possible. It's a pity."
As early as ten thousand years ago, Chang Geng Sword Immortal was not afraid of death and dared to draw his sword towards the sky.
Now, the same is true.
"Everyone understands the truth, but when it comes to making a real choice, they are still timid and do not dare to live under the sun. They just want to live a few more days."
The old man Qingniu rarely shows up and hides in the dark to survive. With.
The reason he appears now is because he has exhausted all methods and can no longer extend his life. Therefore, he decided to come in person, see the prosperity of this world before his death, and witness this battle that will surely go down in history. ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"You are approaching your end."
The sword fairy saw that the physical condition of the old man Qingniu was very bad.
"Yes!"
The old man sighed.
"On the great road, is there a way to live forever?"
Then, the old man looked up at the sky, with a hint of longing in his cloudy eyes, and said in a trembling voice.
Ask heaven and earth to see if there is a way to eternal life.