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Chapter 459 Pure Yang Sword Shape(2/2)

Qin Shixian snorted coldly. She didn't want to be the owner of the Star Building. She didn't want to be the one. The old guy couldn't fool her anymore.

"It's time to meet this kid."

The old man changed the subject at the right time and persuaded Long Yingchan, and the matter was 90% settled. Whether Li Yuan would refuse or not was not at all under his consideration.

"This kid is also a little fox..."

Thinking about the several conversations he had with Li Yuan, Qin Shixian was a little worried. That guy was not an economical person.

"Wouldn't that be just right?"

The old man smiled.

With a little effort, Qin Shixian reached the Humen Mountains. She naturally knew where Li Yuan would be at this time.

After a while, she heard the sound of hammering coming from Jingtao Hall.

"The three heroes of the past, Dragon and Tiger, now it seems that Nie Xianshan is one step behind."

The old man looked at Jingtao Hall from a distance. He had been in seclusion for decades. The young people he met in the past were all old guys now.

In the past, among the Three Great Heroes of Dragon and Tiger, the one he was most optimistic about was actually Nie Xianshan.

Without him, the Chunyang Sword cultivated by Nie Xianshan is the Taoist tradition passed down by that Chunyang Taoist. The shape of the Chunyang Sword, even if it lasts thousands of years, can be ranked among the top five spiritual figures.

"He just had bad luck."

Qin Shixian slowed down. She also knew the information about the Grand Master, the Grand Master in the world.

Among the current grandmasters, the only ones who can stabilize the Nie Xian Mountain are Xie Wangsun and Chi Zhuiyang, and Murong Qing may not be able to do that.

And this is because this old Taoist does not have a magic weapon, otherwise, he would be able to compete for the first place among heroes.

"It's too difficult and too harsh to get started with Chunyang Taoist lineage. The shape of the Chunyang sword is unparalleled, but because of this, it's difficult to break the Tiangang."

The old man commented:

"Difficult, difficult, difficult."

"Do you think so?"

Qin Shixian was a little surprised.

"The best divine weapons are rare, and those that are completely in tune with one's own spirit are even rarer..."

The old man said and suddenly stopped.

Qin Shixian also looked up and saw a dazzling edge rising from the Jingtao Hall, splitting the wind and clouds, and the sword energy was flowing horizontally.

"Failed."

After just one glance, the old man shook his head. He was also a great master in the art of weaponry, and he could tell the grade of the sword just from the sound of the sword.

Close to the best, but still top quality.

"What a pity."

Qin Shixian also felt a little sorry.

She has lived in Longhu Temple for the past two years and has been here a lot. After all, that guy Li goes here every day.

She has also heard about Nie Xianshan's deeds over the years.

After more than seventy years of pursuit, he spent all his money to hire the four master craftsmen, and poured all his wealth into it, but in the end he still fell short...

"At Nie's age, unless he practices the method of worshiping gods, there is no hope of breaking the Heavenly Gang."

The old man was very calm. He had seen too many similar things.

Breaking the Tiangang, no matter how dangerous or difficult it is, is no easier than entering the Tao. Throughout the ages, too many people have failed at this step.

Among them, it is not impossible that there are some who are more talented and talented than Nie Xianshan.

"Don't go there yet."

The old man stopped Qin Shixian:

"This boy Nie is afraid he will go crazy..."

Qin Shixian stopped and watched for a while, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a startling sound in his heart.

"Um?!"

Qin Shixian also noticed something strange.

When I turned around, I saw a flash of red rising straight into the sky like a pillar, piercing through the wind and clouds, as if it was about to rush towards the ninth heavenly cloud.

The red color is extremely dazzling.

He didn't hear the sound of the sword, but he seemed to feel a chill in his heart, as if some unparalleled magic weapon had appeared.

"This, two swords fighting at the same time?!"

Qin Shixian's eyes widened. The light of this pure Yang sword was so pure. It could not be so pure unless it was a top-grade divine sword.

"No, it's the same bite as before."

The old man squinted his eyes slightly and his thoughts were a little distracted, but he soon realized:

"The art of casting treasures."

"What?"

Qin Shixian didn't hear clearly.

"nothing."

The old man urged: "Come closer and take a look."



Buzz~

The pure Yang sword light soared into the sky, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, echoing in the mountains.

The mountains of Humen were immediately alarmed. Most of the Humen disciples had never seen such pure Pure Yang Sword Qi.

The commotion quickly spread to the mountains of Longmen and even to the main line.

"call!"

In the main hall of the sect, Long Yingchan, who was frowning, reacted quickly. He raised his head and glanced at the dazzling sword light, and his brows suddenly relaxed a little:

"Junior Brother Nie, it's almost done!"

The Chunyang sword shape is difficult to break through the Heavenly Gang. Therefore, after several generations, the inheritance of Chunyang Patriarch is no longer the main method practiced by the Taoist masters of Longhu Temple.

But when it comes to power, it is actually much stronger than Dragon Elephant Vajra Heaven.

Especially when the Tiangang is first broken, its spirit and the best divine weapon are combined, and the martial arts can be immediately raised to an extremely high level.

"The nose is still strong!"

On the main peak of Longmen, Long Xixiang opened the temple door and saw the flash of red light, which made him feel a little happy.

"Niubi is finally happy after suffering all the hardships..."

But as soon as his mind changed, Long Xixiang closed the temple door with a 'snap' sound. He didn't want to see the triumphant face of that mean-spirited villain.

"Hmph, when I rebuild the Vajra Heaven, even the Pure Yang Sword will be able to conquer it!"



Buzz~

Under the Jingtao Hall, there was a red color.

Xin Wenhua and other Humen disciples were all overjoyed, but their cheers were completely covered up by Nie Xianshan’s loud laughter:

"Okay, okay, okay!"

His clothes and hair were dancing wildly, and Nie Xianshan looked up to the sky and roared, as if he was about to spit out seventy or eighty years of depression. Just by seeing this divine sword, he could already feel that the bottleneck that had trapped him for many years was beginning to loosen.

"Tiangang, unite!"

There seemed to be a thunderous explosion under his feet, and Mount Nie Xian rose up from the ground, a hundred feet high. He raised his arm, pinched his fingers together, and grabbed the red pure Yang sword embryo in his hand.

Buzz!

A Pure Yang Sword also appeared behind him.

In the next moment, the two pure Yang swords overlapped each other, and slowly merged into one under the influence of Nie Xianshan's surging Qi!

"hold head high!"

Tigers roared and dragons roared, and pure Yang swords resounded throughout the mountains.

Then, with a flash of sword light, Nie Xianshan disappeared into the air, leaving only laughter echoing for a long time.

"Pure Yang sword energy, dragon and tiger sword shape!"

By the river, the four great craftsmen all looked excited, but they were as calm as Bei Wuji, and they could not hide their excitement.

Only Li Yuan was in a daze, with a look of astonishment on his face. In his eyes, there were sword shadows intertwined with the shadows of dragons and tigers flickering.
Chapter completed!
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