The sharp sword edge burst out with an unexpected sharp edge.

The sword light danced throughout the viewing peak, and the sword roared like thunder.

Even the air around was constantly making harsh explosions under the trembling of the ancient Qiankun sword.

It seemed that Ling Yun was holding no longer a sword, but a magic weapon that shook the sky and the earth.

Wherever you pass, the space is broken and the void is shaking.

"What a sharp sword."

Cang Jin raised his eyebrows and noticed the sword in Ling Yun's hand.

Just the momentum bursting out from the sword, he knew that it was definitely not an ordinary sword.

At the same time, this also made him more convinced that Ling Yun was not just a treasure in this space treasure, but there were definitely other treasures on him.

This made Cang Jin's fighting spirit suddenly rise.

Kill Ling Yun and get all his treasures.

This is Cang Jin’s only idea now.

So, the iron-blooded sword in his hand was immediately wrapped in the powerful spiritual power in his body. A trace of the power of the treasure continued to spread out from the blade, and it seemed that the sound of huge waves could be heard from the blade.

"Dielang Mad Sword, kill Thirteen Waves."

"The first wave."

Cang Jin waved his sword in his hand, and instantly it was like a surging wave roaring from all around him.

clang clang.

One sword and one sword, fierce conflict.

But the huge wave was completely swallowed by the sword light.

"Hmph, this is just the beginning."

Cang Jin suddenly felt stunned, and then he slashed three times in a row.

"Dielang Mad Sword, kill Thirteen Waves."

"The second wave."

"The third wave."

“The fourth wave.”

There were three waves of sword lights condensed, sweeping through with unstoppable momentum.

And every wave comes is more majestic than the previous one.

It made the top of the Guanjing Peak seem to be completely covered by a knife light.

"Qinglian Sword Art, Sword Sea."

"The mystery of the second primary thunder."

You are stronger, I am stronger.

Ling Yun once again used the Qinglian Sword Technique, but this time he also used the mystery of the second level of thunder together, and saw that his extremely roaring ancient Qiankun sword had been covered by thunder.

The thunders were as thick as their arms, and they were shocked just by looking at them.

Thunder and sword energy fuse together frantically, bursting out with impeccable power.

"Break it for me."

A sharp sword cut through the void.

The world seemed to be split.

Thunder kept exploding around, causing the trees on the top of the Viewing Peak to collapse, and the sound was extremely magnificent.

The sword sea composed of sword lotus appeared quickly, and thunders turned into thunder dragons and wandered.

Then he easily wiped out all the opponent's three swords.

But this did not make Cang Jin show any fear.

Although Ling Yun was strong, he was not as strong as threatening him.

"Dielang Mad Sword, kill Thirteen Waves."

“The fifth wave.”

"The sixth wave."

The crazy knife in his hand continued to wave.

Compared with the stronger force of the sword waves before, they continued to sweep around the world.

"The Seventh Wave."

“The Eighth Wave.”

"The ninth wave."

"The tenth wave."

One sword is stronger than the other, and one sword is more fierce than the waves condensed from the other sword.

The heaven and earth became more and more dim and dim between these sword lights.

Ling Yun also did not retreat.

The ancient Qiankun sword in his hand exploded again and again.

No matter how powerful the sword waves are.

The continuous slashing of the ancient Qiankun sword is transformed into nothingness.

"Dielang Mad Sword, kill Thirteen Waves."

“The eleventh wave.”

“The twelfth wave.”

Two more sword lights killed the sky and the earth.

But Ling Yun was still resisted.

"Boy, the twelve ways before were just to accumulate momentum. The next time is the real time to act. Let you see the essence of my killing Thirteen Waves Sword Technique."

"Dielang Mad Sword, kill Thirteen Waves."

"The thirteenth wave, the wave has no limit."

Cang Jin's whole face was extremely cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Endless coldness attacked from him.

Mixed with his powerful spiritual power from the early stage of the third level of the Zhenwu Realm, he continuously instilled into the stacked waves in his hand.

With this surge, there was a wave between heaven and earth.

Endless sword lights rush around, endless waves hitting the face.

The endless endless.

It made Ling Yun feel as if he was in the sea. The waves hit him, making his body a little unstable.

"Old guy? Do you think you are the only one who has a strong move? Do you think you can deal with me with this little bit of three-legged kung fu?"

"Qinglian Sword Technique, Qinglian Sword Formation."

Ling Yun glanced at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes shone with splendor.

Immediately, the fighting spirit surged out, and endless spiritual power also lingered on the ancient Qiankun sword in his hand.

That moment.

He seemed to have become a sword.

And it's a magic sword.

The magic sword is invincible, and the great way is at the forefront.

As the ancient sword of Qiankun in Lingyun's hand danced, the world suddenly seemed to be quiet.

There was no sound at all.

Dead silent.

The purple blue sword in his hand stimulated an unrivalled blue light, like a little star in the night sky, and one green sword lotus after another kept blooming in the air.

The green lotus is beautiful and charming, but it gives people an endless sense of solemnity.

Every sword lotus is surrounded by sword energy, as if the beauty contains infinite murderous intent.

The dense sword lotus covered the sky and the sun, suspended in the air, and quickly condensed together. Finally, all the sword lotus formed a green giant sword. The solemn aura on each sword lotus instantly condensed together, turning into an extremely terrifying sword intent energy.

"Destroy it for me."
To be continued...