Dark clouds hung low, and a howling cool wind swept across the wilderness.

Groups of warriors holding weapons in hand seemed like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea approaching the underground palace, and the sound of rapid footsteps was like the beating of war drums.

Jiang Lie's eyes were slightly lowered, and he stood on a flat rock. His sword energy was flowing continuously around his body, and there were no traces of snakes or insects within a hundred feet. He shouted: "Jiang Lie is here. Anyone who trespasses on the forbidden land will die!"

The sound of shouting is like thunder, shaking the minds of those who come.

"Sword Emperor?!" "It's Jiang Lie blocking the way!"

The hundreds of men who came like a wave were suddenly startled. They looked at the tall figure from a distance, stopped in unison, and hesitated for a moment - who dares to despise this Xuanyuan leader? Who has the confidence to take over the Sword Emperor Shi Potianjing?

A sword? Who would not begrudge his own life?

One person and one sword stand across the front, defying the powerful enemies in the world.

The power of the Sword Emperor is so great!

Suddenly, another powerful and cold sword intent came through the air and collided with Jiang Lie's boiling sword intent. There was lightning and thunder among the clouds, and various strange phenomena appeared.

The violent air flow exploded, flying sand and rocks, causing all the men to sway left and right.

Jiang Lie's eyes suddenly opened, lightning flashed, and he said word by word: "You are finally here!"

A few miles away, Ji Fenglei changed from his usual carefree and calm attitude, and moved forward step by step with a stern expression. The sword intent he condensed became stronger with each step he took. His aura and spirit were connected to the heaven and earth, giving the person a strange feeling of being hundreds of feet tall and indestructible.

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Two famous swordsman masters are about to collide head-on.

One is for the Song Dynasty, the other is for the Shu Kingdom, neither one is willing to give in.

When the Song Dynasty prospered, the Xuanyuan Gate prospered, and when the Shu Kingdom was strong, the Shushan Sword Gate became stronger. If Ji Fenglei did not want to see the demise of the Shu Kingdom and the collapse of the Shushan Sword Gate, he must prevent the Song Dynasty from obtaining the Jiuzhou Ding. Therefore, he knew that the time, place, and people were favorable.

None of them were beneficial to him, so he had to show up to challenge.

Only in this way can other people have the opportunity to sneak into the underground palace to fight for the treasure tripod.

Ji Fenglei was in a snowy state of mind. He put aside the worries of life and death, sensed the cool breeze, the earth, the long sword and the opponent's sword intention, and tried hard to adjust his state to the best. With every breath and breath, the spiritual energy rolled like a long dragon. Among the innate masters

The fight is so dangerous, you must not have any reservations, you can only go all out and fight to the death!

In the south of Dragon Burial Valley, Qi Tiannan and Luo Yefeng stood on a high place, looking into the wind and overlooking the wilderness below. Behind them were dozens of strong men from the Iron Blood Alliance and the Huashan Sect. The Iron Blood Alliance used swords, and the Huashan Sect used swords. The swords complemented each other.

The murderous and fierce aura rushed into the sky.

Qi Tiannan's beard and hair were spread out, his body was upright, like a bloodthirsty lion showing its claws and fangs, he raised the tip of his knife and pointed it at the rushing heroes, and said loudly: "Master Luo, let's compete to see who can chop off more heads.

how?"

Luo Yefeng flicked the long sword with his fingers and said with a smile: "I'm not as good as you when it comes to beheading people, but you may not be better than me when it comes to chasing souls and killing people!"

Qi Tiannan laughed and said: "Master Luo is really smart!"

Luo Yefeng's pupils shrank, shooting out a cold light, and shouted: "Come on!" He raised his arms, like a giant eagle soaring into the sky, and his sword merged into one, like a white rainbow flying down.

Qi Tiannan said angrily: "I was promised to take the lead!" He kicked up the billowing dust with his feet and rushed forward. The terrifying sword intent rapidly increased, making the enemy in front of him change his color in horror. The next moment, a thick and dazzling sword light appeared out of thin air.

It transformed into a sword shadow about five feet long and about ten feet wide, sweeping across the enemy group with a roar!

The sword light and sword light fell almost at the same time, the gold and iron clanked, blood spattered, and the screams were ear-piercing!

The strong men of the Iron Blood Alliance and the Huashan Sect jumped out, waving their swords like a torrent. Two waves of people in opposite directions collided with each other, and countless severed limbs flew up. There were roars, shouts of killing, and curses.

The sounds were mixed together, like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking.

Suddenly, a sword light flew over like snow, filled with coldness, and struck directly at the vital part of Luo Yefeng's chest.

"Gao Zhenghuan!"

Luo Yefeng struck out with his sword in time, and there was a clang, and sparks flew everywhere. Gao Zhenghuan struck out with his sword, and followed it up continuously with his long sword whirling and stabbing, tightly entangled with Luo Yefeng. I saw two great swordsman masters, one and the other.

Flying forward, crisscrossing and flying, the sword energy spreads in all directions, making it difficult to distinguish and resolve in a short period of time.

At this time, Qi Tiannan was also entangled by the masters of Lingbo Pavilion. He used the iron-blooded sword technique to fight one against three, rushing left and right, killing his opponent secretly in pain.

There are pine trees standing in the west of Buried Dragon Valley, maintaining an eerie silence.

Yun Qingzi was sitting cross-legged on a big tree, with a simple and mottled long sword lying across his knees. His hands were caressing the scabbard, his breathing was long, and his sword intention was light and undisturbed.

What he practices is the authentic Taoist Kung Fu. Man follows the earth, earth follows the heaven, and heaven follows nature. He pays attention to integrating into the natural laws of heaven and earth to achieve the highest state of unity between heaven and man.

Although the sword was not unsheathed, the sword's intention was already filling the pine forest.

As a sword master who was born in Taiyi Palace, he did not pursue fame too much. He walked around the world with an attitude of being unfazed by favors and humiliations, sharpening his Taoist heart. Everyone knows the reputation of Sword Emperor and Sword Immortal, but few people compare him to these two.

The most powerful ones are on par with each other. But in fact, Jiang Lie is declining because of his age, Ji Fenglei is too concerned with worldly affairs and neglects his spiritual practice, and Yun Qingzi is already showing signs of catching up from behind!

Be strong but not fight, and be willing to crouch in the valley.

A figure flashed in the distance, and the iron-faced Sheng Shifeng walked steadily, his steps were firm and powerful, and his sword intent rolled like wind and thunder, making the air tremble slightly. He had just been promoted to the innate realm, and his fighting spirit was extremely strong, and he had the momentum to destroy any obstacle with his sword.

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"Sheng Zhanglu, please stop!"

Sheng Shifeng paused slightly and said in a deep voice: "Please give way, Taoist Priest!"

Yun Qingzi said slowly: "The injury from Shengzhang Lu's sword has not yet healed, so it would be unwise to forcefully pull out the sword. If you injure the root of your meridians, it will definitely affect your future practice."

Sheng Shifeng smiled and said: "When you encounter a strong one, you will be stronger, but your sword will be strong forever! Life is short, and you will accomplish nothing by looking forward and backward!" After saying that, he drew out the long sword with his backhand and slashed forward without hesitation, only to see a dazzling sword energy across it.

The sky cuts straight into the pine forest.

To the north of the Dragon Burial Valley, Du Qindan stood proudly with an iron spear, Wei Zhan held a fine steel harpoon, and the masters of Xuanyuanmen and Nujiao Gang stood behind him in darkness. I saw dust swirling at the end of the road.

A large group of enemies rushed towards me in a menacing manner.

Du Qindan's heart suddenly moved, and he said coldly: "It's the demon sect's thieves who are here!"

The expressions of all the Xuanyuan masters were awe-inspiring, and their fighting spirit was like a blazing fire. The Xuanyuan Sect and the Demon Sect were mortal enemies, and they would fight to the death once they met!

Wei Zhan laughed and said: "It doesn't matter who they are, come and kill one, come two and kill a pair!"

Du Qindan said sternly: "Kill! Kill! Kill!!!" He twisted the cold iron gun in his hand, and the piercing murderous intent exploded instantly, rolling towards the enemy like a mountain torrent and a tsunami.

The light of the sword flashed, and the unrivaled Pang Hentian was the first to rush out, with a sword in the air, as fierce as Pangu's creation of the world.

Du Qindan's eyes were as cold as ice, and the gun shot out like lightning, and he moved towards the terrifying blade without giving up an inch.
Chapter completed!