"Tianmen..."

An Qisheng's eyes dimmed for a moment.

Twenty-three swordsmanship were the strongest sword technique he saw after coming to this world. It was ruthless and selfless, as straight as a sword of a celestial being, and was enough to knock on the gate of heaven.

If Pang Wanyang had been five years ago, I'm afraid he might not have been able to take this sword.

Mu Qingfeng is a real pure swordsman, but unfortunately, this sword is still flawed.

Because of this, at the last moment, he gave up the opportunity to try to knock on the Heavenly Gate and chose to leave behind the inheritance of this supreme sword technique.

For him, swordsmanship is more important than the great way of heaven and man!

Huh ~

Amidst a faint regret, An Qisheng slowly closed his hands and pressed his hands together.

The aftermath of the collision in the dojo was spreading backwards. As his palms slowly turned, thousands of rivers returned to the sea and turned into a real mass of energy.

Then, with a casual lift, the air flow broke through the air and the air mass exploded in the sky.

The waves of air spread thousands of feet wide, like a mushroom cloud soaring into the air, instantly sweeping the dark clouds on the top that had not dissipated.

The scene is grand and can be seen for dozens of miles.

Huhu~~~

In the temple, the scattered air flow blew the clothes of hundreds of people, and on the long tables, the soup trembled and rippled.

"This...is this over?"

"what happened?"

"No, I didn't see..."

Until this time, many people did not come back to their senses when they saw Mu Qingfeng's sword. However, they saw that the rain had already passed, the wind was calm, and the waves were calm.

Yun Haitian, Wang Jianlong and others who really saw the scene of the two fighting were silent at this time.

In the last moment of collision, the power displayed by the two was already a force that almost surpassed the limit of the divine vein.

In exchange, they had no confidence in taking any moves from the two of them.

Sun En and the First-Class Army Master Yuanxing looked at each other, all seeing the shock and solemnity in each other's eyes.

"This, this..."

Wuling City's palms trembled slightly.

The Yanyang Seven Killing Ruler has already completely recovered. He saw the clearest and shockedest under the previous suppression of the sword intent.

Mu Qingfeng used his magic sword to drive out the extremely brilliant sword. How fast is it?

How can the speed of the flesh keep up with the rotation of God's will?

What kind of body is this?

Even though he had long known that the body of the king Quan Taoist was unparalleled in the world, he was still shocked to see this scene.

This scene is even more shocking than when capturing the Red-Sancang Dharma King.

"It's worthwhile for Mu Laoer to realize this sword..."

Yan Kuangtu sighed and looked at An Qisheng:

"Brother Dao, what name does this trick mean?"

An Qisheng looked at the sea of ​​clouds and seemed to see the swordsman who passed away with a smile among the mountains:
Chapter completed!