Like the butcher, the drunkard is the most top practitioner in the world. He also lived through the last eternal night and lived through countless thousands of years, so he is equally powerful and incomprehensible.

Ye Qi did not like his attitude towards life with the butcher, and despised their obsession with eternal life, but he respected the powerful people, so he placed the sword in front of him, then stabbed the sword Twelve out, and stabbed his most powerful sword.

His own sword has always been very simple. Whether it is the sword that was used to break the void for more than ten years in the first time traveling through time and space in the early years, the sword that was used to break the void for more than ten years, the sword that had been hiding in the previous time and space for more than ten years, or the sword that broke Liu Baitianqi's sword, it was very simple.

Because the structure of the sword itself is very simple and killing is also very simple, killing with a sword is naturally simple.

The sword came out, the wind and clouds were not moving, and the world had not moved, but the drunkard's eyes suddenly narrowed, because he had an inexplicable intuition that he could not hide such a sword, and even if he walked to the banks of the Rehai in the far north, he could not escape.

If you can't escape, you can only take the sword.

He turned the wine pot and a sword pulled out from the mouth of the pot. He raised his sword to face the sword. The sky and the earth suddenly trembled, like a half-lake-sized whale suddenly appeared in a calm lake. The lake water overflowed like a big wave slashing towards the shore.

The drunkard is far away, and it is also infinite. With one sword, there will be infinite energy of heaven and earth coming out. Those energy will be filled with the breath of heaven and earth that his wine pot has collected for tens of thousands of years, and may also come from all directions of the town.

The spiritual energy rolled like the wind and clouds above the nine heavens, causing the heaven and earth to tremble. Before the sword in the wine bare hands could be stabbed straight, countless rivers and mountains outside the town peeled off the ground with the energy of heaven and earth, covering the originally bright sky.

When the sword is straight, after the sword, a small world is generated behind him.

If Liu Bai's sword was a surging river a few years ago, then the drunkard's sword was an infinite sea, enough to require a world to accommodate it.

You are just an iron sword, how can you break my world?

...

Jian Twelve did not retreat because of the world under the Drunk Master's Sword, and still stabbed steadily. The hand behind the sword firmly grasped the hilt, and waited for the world like a mud pond under his feet, and you could walk by.

A few sarcasm appeared in the drunkard's eyes. The world born under my sword was silent and dared not speak out after seeing it. You were so arrogant that you dare not take it seriously?

He threw the sword in his hand out, and countless swords flew out of the wine pot. Among the top generations of practitioners in the world, they all knew that there were winemakers and butchers. They knew that the swords in the butchers' hands were as heavy as mountains, and they knew that the winemakers' wine pots were infinite, but few people knew that there were infinite swords in the wine pots.

Every sword is the natal sword of the drunkard, and every sword has been tempered by the strong wine in the pot for countless years.

Countless swords merged into that world, and the world became real and clear. The flying mountains and rivers sank on the dark earth, and the clear light turned into a leisurely blue sky.

The reality of the world means terror and more vast.

Under that world, Ye Qi's sword was like a myrtle grass, like the tentacles waving in front of the sky.

...

The sword arts in this world are divided into two types: a sword that runs thousands of miles away or a sword that is one foot in front of you. People cannot determine which one is stronger or weak in the two sword arts, because Liu Bai, the former strongest man in the world, was at the forefront of both sword arts.

Only the people in the back mountain of the academy knew that the sword of a foot in front of him must be the strongest, because the uncle of the junior master had developed the sword path of a foot in front of him. When the uncle of the junior master fought against the sky, he was of course the strongest sword of a foot in front of him.

Ye Qi has been from the world of martial arts and since he started learning swords, he has always believed that the sword in his hand is the strongest. After fighting against Liu Bai and Wei Guangming after the Apocalypse, the sword one foot in front of him is the strongest in the world.

Even if the iron sword in his hand is a meadow grass, it is enough to cut the sky. Even the tentacles of an ant can stir up the world.

Twelve swords stab in that small world, countless thunders and hurricanes were born in the small world, and then the mountains and rivers collapsed and the heaven and earth were silent!

"boom……"

Like thousands of thunders resounding, the small world suddenly shattered into countless pale pieces of debris under the twelve swords.

The pale debris had just formed and turned into a thorough rain, falling to the ground like spring rain.

However, these rains were the infinite vitality attracted by the drunkard's sword, which was filled with the drunkard's sword intent. When Ye Qi broke it with his sword, the sword intent and vitality could not be vented into rain, but it was sharper than the arrows shot by the best crossbow of the Tang Kingdom. When it landed on the ground, countless dense pits appeared on the ground.

The drunkard looked stunned. His infinite magical powers could not even resist the twelve swords of the academy.

...

When Ye Qi stabbed the drunkard with his sword, the drunkard evolved into a small world with countless swords in the pot. In just a moment, in the middle of the ruined town and between the square sword formation, the butcher only had a fourth sword.

Ye Qi's sword did not stop there. Without a small world, his sword appeared in front of the drunkard the next moment.

Facing this sword, the drunkard no longer had the idea of ​​killing Ye Qi. His eyebrows flew around like two thick ink marks, and his half-white hair and beard were in chaos under the sword intent pierced by the sword.

However, he still did not want to avoid this sword. He threw away the wine pot in his hand at some point. His right hand came to his face, his three fingers naturally drooped, his thumb and index finger slightly touched, like picking up a flower of nothingness, and then he faced the tip of the twelve swords that appeared in front of him.

He is not a butcher, and he does not have a body that is so hard that it is as hard as the indestructible Vajra. He has lived in the world for tens of thousands of years. At this time, he faces Ye Qi's sword that breaks the small world with his hands, of course he is not seeking death.

It is rumored that the Buddha was wandering somewhere in the Moonland Kingdom. At that time, it was raining heavily. The Buddha suddenly saw a sea of ​​flowers. Each flower was hanging down due to the heavy rain. He saw that he was about to be hit by the rain and buried in the mud. The Buddha couldn't bear it, so he reached out to pick up a flower, and then the heavy rain could not fall between the sea of ​​flowers. Afterwards, after the rain, the Buddha sat between the sea of ​​flowers and realized a magical power, called picking flowers.

Even though the drunkard has learned countless Buddhists, he is also well aware of Buddhist supernatural powers.

Jian Twelve was not held by the drunkard's fingers, but the sword body was breaking the unchanged trajectory of a small world, but it tilted slightly.

Ye Qi's pupils suddenly lit up. Those two fingers were not entirely power of the Buddha sect to pick flowers, but also the power of time.

He felt a thick mud piercing into the sword, and there was an inexplicable force pushing his sword in another direction.

His hands became weak, and he even felt that the hand holding the sword was slowly relaxing because of his weakness.

Could this be the drunkard's ability to make one mind three days?
Chapter completed!