Thousands of miles away, Tianjian Mountain.

The mountain is as cold as a knife, and the elders of the Tianjian Sect gathered together, standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the black thunderclouds in the distance.

Although the people present are only called elders of the Sword Sect, each of them is a great master of the Tianjian Sect in the past, and they are all great swordsmen at the Nascent Soul stage or above.

Each one has extraordinary combat power, and carries the heavenly sword with the power of becoming a god.

In fact, China does not lack the fighting power of the gods, but what it lacks is top-notch gods, orthodox followers and achievers in ancient times.

The elders of the Sword Sect did have combat power at the level of gods in their previous lives, but few of them were genuine initiates. Most of them relied on external force or sword intention.

It doesn't matter whether you were a Taoist or not in your previous life. The power of becoming a god is rare. But now that the world has just opened, you can't even get the title if you are not a Taoist.

They must observe the master of Tongyou's tribulation in terms of emotion and reason. Maybe they can gain insights from it and become a god.

At this moment, everyone looked at each other in shock.

A familiar yet unfamiliar sword intent spread out from the Heavenly Tribulation.

The most fierce, the most powerful, the most killing sword intent.

An almost crazy way of swordsmanship. This is not the way of swordsmanship at all, but the way of killing.

Even they are frightened by it.

"Elder He, is this you?"

Someone cast their eyes on a smiling young man, and so did the rest of the people.

Like, so similar.

In other words, he looks very much like the last generation of swordsmen.

He Kun shook his head and said: "How could it be me? I am so kind, how could I have such strong murderous intent?"

I'll believe it if you tell me which devil's cave you crawled out of.

Everyone complained inwardly.

The sword cultivator is naturally more competitive. They have had many contacts with each other, so they know very well that behind He Kun's smiling face, there is a murderous aura that even demon cultivators can't stop.

It is normal for sword practitioners to have stronger murderous intent, but He Kun and the disciples of the last sword sect look more like murderous gods than the other.

It's like they didn't stop to cultivate themselves.

It seems that "The Last Sword Sect" does not have one.

"Let junior sister take a look and we'll know."

He Kun already had some guesses in his heart, but he was still a little unsure.

After all, the art of absolute sword has existed since ancient times, but due to the times, they have pushed this sword art to its peak.

But with their cultivation level, they cannot see through the catastrophe.

Everyone turned their attention to the front again, where a beautiful figure like falling snow sat cross-legged under the green pine trees.

Facing such a majestic catastrophe, apart from opening his eyes for a glance at the beginning, he never looked away again.

Both the determination and the indifference amazed them.

After all, who doesn’t long for the end of the road?

Dong Yunshu may already know his own peak, so he never cares about how others go.

"Junior sister."

He Kun called out, but Dong Yunshu didn't respond and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

"Can you help me take a look?"

"cannot."

A cold voice sounded in He Kun's heart. Although his attitude was extremely bad, being able to respond was considered a great closeness.

None of the others, Dong Yunshu, answered.

He Kun was very curious about whether his junior sister looked like this when she was with Li Changsheng.

If it were those two people, it would really be a latrine and a smelly stone, smelly and hard.

He added: "Maybe with Li..."

"It's Brother Li."

Li Zi just spit out He Kun and got a response, which was much more positive than before, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

It’s really the water thrown by the married junior sister!

Dong Yunshu looked into the distance with a pair of cold starry eyes, his face a little more emotional, which aroused the curiosity of others.

"Sect Master, who is that master of swordsmanship?"

"It's Brother Li."

Dong Yunshu answered seriously, then changed his indifference and looked at Tianjie with great interest.

Brother Li rarely uses a sword. It seems that other magical powers except thunder magic are just for him to learn out of interest.

Even Dong Yunshu had never seen Li Yi kill with a sword.

She is very curious about how Li Yi's sword is. They can discuss the sword after some time.

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In Tianchi.

The moment Yuan closed his eyes, he wanted to stop looking at that ordinary face when he opened his eyes.

Open your eyes.

The man in white had a cold face, and there was no trace of the peace he saw in his eyes, only the endless killing intent.

It coincides with the appearance of Li Yi in the memory. It is obvious that the two looks have nothing to do with each other. The only similarity is probably the relatively ordinary and upright facial features. But this kind of similarity can be seen in the street casually, and it belongs to the public face.

The temperament is very different.

Li Changsheng is as calm and mighty as the spring breeze, and everything that the spring breeze passes revives. The man in white in front of him is like a sword, a peerless sword with sharp edges.

A great swordsman, and a very top swordsman.

But this kind of temperament and Li Changsheng are two extremes.

It shouldn't be him...

Bar?

Yuan comforted himself in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

Zheng!

A bit of cold light came out from the sky and the earth, and the murderous aura in the sky was like the bright sun.

The sword light fell down, and countless layers of soil and rock were split into two like butter meeting a hot knife, as if it was about to cut the entire mountain range in half.

There are at least tens of millions of cultivation methods developed. Compared with technology, the biggest difference is not the destructive power, but the control of energy.

At present, many aspects of human's scientific and technological weapons are still at the level of flying bricks with great power, but the cultivation method has been developed to the point where wooden poles can warp the planet.

There is no waste in the sword light. The width of the cut area is no more than one centimeter. The total area of ​​​​the ten thousand feet of sword light is only 100 square meters.

Yuan did not dare to be as careless as before, and the spells in his hands kept changing. He was walking with a certain pace, and the Wangchuan River flowed by his feet.

A faint yellow cloth belt appeared in the clear Tianchi, running through the entire Tianchi. Thousands of obsessions were mixed in it, as if there were countless hands reaching out of the water.

Under the rub of Huangquan, the obsessions in the Forgotten River gathered into pairs of giant hands, rising thousands of feet high from the ground.

Countless hands of underworld hold up the sword light. Both are intangible things, and they can become tangible when they collide together.

The Hand of the Underworld is not a traditional magical power. It does not rely on magic power, but is formed by the gathering of turbid air from heaven and earth. Its attack methods are more like pollution and erosion.

The sword light began to twist and deform, and eventually broke apart inch by inch.

So Yuan spent less than one-thousandth of his mana to offset the calamity equivalent to one-tenth of his mana.

Raising his hand and waving the hand of Thousands of Underworlds, he instantly blocked the airspace in all directions of the white-clothed shadow.

Zheng!

The phantom in white swung a sword again, the sword light was cold and murderous!

The underworld and the sword's intention collided, causing the surrounding void to distort, and the violent winds set off by the turbulence overwhelmed the mountains and forests one after another.

The blue and yellow colors of the sky and the earth were divided into two, and the sword light kept pressing downwards. The underworld was like a bottomless quagmire, swallowing up tens of thousands of sword lights.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought thousands of times, and hundreds of afterimages appeared in just one breath.

It seemed that it was not two people fighting, but two sects fighting.

The sword of the white-clothed shadow is extremely sharp and fierce, a sword that is completely murderous. At the same time, because it is a calamity, he does not care about his own consumption, and every time he strikes, he uses his full strength.

Yuan was pressed and beaten from beginning to end.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Yuan has the upper hand. Throughout the ages, most of the tribulations have been passively endured. Rather than confronting the tribulations head-on, most of those who endured the tribulations tended to consume themselves.

Just like in a battle of wits, it's not that the harder you use, the easier it is to win, but who can last longer.

Any competition between powerful beings will always be about who will fall first. This is true for wars between countries, and it is also true for battles between powerful monks.

The phantom in white swung the sword with all his strength again.

Fierce sword light broke through the sky and fell.

Zheng!!!

"Big but unreal."

Yuan's eyes dropped, and the true meaning of reincarnation appeared behind him, forming a complex and mysterious roulette wheel.

The wheel of life and death rotates and establishes the six paths of the next life.

Buzz!
To be continued...