Seeing Mu Qingfeng, who was as illusory as clouds in the sword light, An Qisheng was both a little impressed and a little regretful.

If the spirit of the gods leaves their bodies, it will cause changes in the celestial phenomena. Under the rolling thunder, it will inevitably lead to the destruction of both the soul and the soul.

Unless, it can break the Heavenly Gate.

Mu Qingfeng's move was truly a death-making place, but it is difficult to predict whether it can be reborn.

Even at this time, Mu Qingfeng's spirit was no less intense than Pang Wanyang five years ago.

However, in the end, your grasp of the energy depends on the individual.

Even if An Qisheng could grasp that qi himself, he could not guarantee that Mu Qingfeng could capture that qi at this time.

"When I was a child, among the many brothers, I was not very concerned about practicing swords. I played in the mountains every day. They only said that I didn't like practicing swords, but I didn't know that I just had to take a look and surpassed the master who taught swordsmanship in the villa...."

Mu Qingfeng stood in the sword light, floating like fog.

He seemed to have never heard of the thunder rolling in the sky, countless gazes in the gate of the Taoist temple, the scolding of Yan Kuangtu, and the exclamation and sorrow of Mu Qingliu.

In his eyes, there was only the Taoist who was in the middle of the Black and White Taoist Temple, just like the Black and White Tai Chi diagram.

"I was seventeen years old that year. There were thousands of swordsmen in Wanjian Villa, and no one was better than my sword skills. They thought I had met a strange man who taught me the sword skills. They pursued me in the mountains for several years, but they could not see them at all. The grass, trees, bamboo and stones in the mountains could be swords, and the green mountains and clear waters were my teachers...

Heaven and Earth pass on all kinds of sword techniques, and I should return the sword to heaven and earth!"

Among the cold words flowing like a clear spring, the sword lights in the sky were collected.

Boom!

The silver snake-like thunder pierced the sky, and when it winded like a dragon, Mu Qingfeng moved with the sword and pointed directly at An Qi's birth:

"This sword is called Sword Twenty-Three!"

Buzz ~

As soon as the sword light burst out, everything was silent, and time and space seemed to be still at this moment.

The wind does not blow, the clouds do not flow, and the dust floating between the sky and the earth cannot move. Even the thunder and lightning snake falling from the sky seems to be stagnant in mid-air.

The thousands of martial arts people in the mountain gate and the temple felt that an indescribable wave spread, as if they had completely sealed them up.

They could see the solidified world, but they seemed to have lost control of their bodies.

Even though the great masters of the divine vein like the sea of ​​clouds and the sky, Wang Jianlong, Wuling City, Mu Qingliu, Sun En and other soldiers seemed to be stopped and unable to move.

I could only watch the endless stunning sword light hitting at a speed that seemed extremely slow but actually exceeded the limits of the world.

The sword light was no longer as brilliant as before, but it was even more thrilling. As the sword penetrated through it, they seemed to have seen the green mountains and clear waters, the clouds rolled and the clouds, the white-clothed sword immortal, and the world.

It seems that the sword light contains the whole world!

Because of the heaven and earth, I got the sword, so I returned it to the world!

In the middle of the temple, An Qisheng's eyes were like a mirror, reflecting this stunning sword light:

"This is Sword Twenty-Three..."

The sword light is like water, like wind, like mountains, rivers, like birds, beasts, insects, and fish. There is no trace of murderous intent. Once it passes, it brings the ultimate terrifying scene.

Wherever the sword light passed, it suddenly became completely blank and nothingness.

Whether it is light or dust, all tangible things are killed, wiped out, and wiped away, as if they have never existed between heaven and earth!

The world is ruthless, and all things are straw dogs!

The most ruthless thing in the world is nothing more than the heaven and earth themselves!

The last of ruthlessness is the sword of heaven and earth!
Chapter completed!