Royal Palace.

Outside Fengtian Hall, there are thousands of stone steps leading directly to Tianting.

The battle between two human swordsmen once again takes a turn for the worse with the arrival of a number of royal tributes.

Under the moonlight, Lu Wentian glanced at the worshipers coming up around him, with a cold look on his face.

Wherever you go, these flies are indispensable.

"Three-foot sword."

Lu Wentian looked at the opponent in front of him and said, "Why, do you want these flies to interfere in the fight between you and me?"

Sanchijian was silent. After a moment, he said apologetically, "I am a servant of the royal family. I must put His Majesty's safety first. If other priests want to take action, I have no right to stop it."

"Coward!"

When Lu Wentian heard Sanchijian's answer, he cursed with hatred. The Chunyang Sword in his hand was so powerful that it erupted with astonishing sword intent.

"Since you are willing to fall, I have nothing to say. Come on, let's go together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, fire waves surged around Lu Wentian's body, like a god of fire, and his powerful aura spread out in waves, shocking people's minds.

"Sword enshrinement, the task of containing him head-on will be left to you!"

A royal minister noticed the extremely powerful aura of the white-robed swordsman in front of him, his mind was shaken, and he spoke.

This man is so strong that no one can stop him except the three-foot sword.

"You are so brave and dare to call it worship, but they are just a bunch of lackeys raised by the Dashang royal family!"

When Lu Wentian saw the timid appearance of all the royal ministers, he became more and more contemptuous. He stopped talking and rushed forward.

"Be careful!"

Sanchijian noticed the murderous intent in Lu Wentian's sword, his expression hardened, he spoke a warning, and swung his sword to meet him.

"boom!"

The two swords clashed again, and the waves of fire surged. This time, they were no longer equally divided.

Under the powerful impact, Sanchijian took half a step back and faced each other head-on, but ended up at a disadvantage.

If the heart is afraid of the sword, it will no longer be able to move forward indomitably.

In swordsmanship, moves and techniques are important, but state of mind is the foundation for martial arts to reach its peak.

The moment the three-foot sword retreated, several royal ministers all around rushed forward and joined forces to attack the white-robed swordsman in the middle of the battle.

"No matter how many sick cats there are, can they kill the tigers?"

When Lu Wentian saw the worshipers rushing around, his expressions were calm. The Pure Yang Sword regained its sharp edge, and the wave of fire shot straight into the sky, creating a shocking scene of fear that burned the sky.

"Changes in the sea of ​​clouds, igniting fire in the sky!"

His body is full of courage, and his swordsman is fearless. At night, Lu Wentian unleashed all his fighting power. With one swing of his sword, a sea of ​​fire surged across the sky, instantly devouring all the worshipers.

Amidst the violent impact, the figures of the royal family members flew out one after another and slammed onto the stone steps.

In the distance, the soldiers of the Forbidden Army were shocked as they looked at the brave and heroic figure of the man in white in front of them.

This scene reminded everyone of the amazingly talented Rakshasa King back then.

The same bravery, the same invincibility.

Sword Immortals are definitely the most terrifying group of people in the world.

With a sword in hand, you are fearless and dare to fight to the sky.

"roar!"

At the moment when all the worshipers were defeated, a looming dragon roar sounded above the Fengtian Palace, and the sky surged with purple energy. The dragon gradually revived. Indistinctly, the dragon raised its head, and its pressure shook the heavens and the earth.

In front of the Fengtian Hall, Lu Wentian felt something, and his expression became really solemn.

Dragon energy!

The dragon is about to appear, the situation changes, and the entire Dashang Palace shakes. The scene is shocking.

"The sea of ​​clouds changes and hundreds of rivers flow into the sea!"

Facing the dragon power that was about to come, Lu Wentian looked solemn, but he did not have any fear in his heart. He turned his palm over his sword, absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, and gathered the black and yellow spirit. The true energy around him continued to rise. It actually required manpower and hard work.

Shake the power of heaven.

"The next life is to be feared."

At this moment, deep in the palace, inside the royal ancestral hall, an old figure walked out, stood at the door of the ancestral hall, stared in the direction of Fengtian Hall, and praised him without hesitation.

Let’s not talk about the strength of this junior for the moment, but the courage to dare to draw a sword towards the sky is really good.

Much like those lunatics from the Taoist sect back then.

Now that you have embarked on the path of martial arts, if you are still timid, then don't practice martial arts. Otherwise, if the gods come again, these cowards who are even afraid of the imperial power will be scared by the gods and wet their pants directly.

The reputation of the human race that his old friends had brought down would probably be lost to these wastes.

"roar!"

At the moment when Taishang was watching the battle, in front of the Fengtian Hall, the dragon revived, and its illusory dragon body coiled above the hall, and the dragon's roar penetrated deep into the soul.

Then, in the surging purple air, the big dragon raised its head, and its dragon eyes like copper bells stared at the human swordsman below. The dragon was so majestic that it made people shiver all over.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the big dragon looked up to the sky and roared, then leaned down and rushed down.

Below, Lu Wentian did not dodge or evade, holding the sword tightly in his hand, and poured all his true energy into the Pure Yang Sword.

Chunyang, the magical weapon left by Lu Zu in the Conferred God Era, has been passed down in the Yunhai Immortal Sect for thousands of years. In this era, it has also become Lu Wentian's biggest helper in achieving the title of Sword Immortal in the World. Today, one man and one sword have joined forces again.

Withstand the thousand-year-old dragon.

"boom!"

The real dragon swooped down, and the pure Yang faced it head-on. The purple dragon aura and pure Yang flames impacted sharply, causing the aftermath to tremble and waves of fire scattered in all directions.

After a moment of stalemate, the dragon energy dispersed the pure Yang flames, and a powerful force burst out, suppressing them all.

But after hearing a loud bang, the stone steps under Lu Wentian's feet collapsed and his feet fell into the ground.

Blood dripped silently from the corner of his mouth drop by drop. Facing the real dragon that had just revived and whose strength had not even fully returned to its peak, Lu Wentian was obviously at a disadvantage.

"Lu Wentian, if you surrender now, you can save your life!"

Outside the battle, Sanchijian saw this scene and immediately reminded him.

"Admit defeat?"

Lu Wentian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "Three-foot sword, if you can say such things, it means you are not worthy of using the sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Wentian stood in front of the sword and wiped the blood on his hand on the edge of the sword. Immediately, the pure sun rang softly, and a dazzling blood light erupted.

"Changes in the Sea of ​​Clouds."

He was seriously injured, but his fighting spirit became even more fierce. Lu Wentian pointed his sword at an angle, and the bloody flames surged out like waves, majestic and endless, swallowing up the sky and destroying the earth.

"The lingering light of the blood sun!"

Under extreme pressure, Lu Wentian first appeared in the forbidden martial arts form of Yunhai Xianmen. The raging blood flames in the sky gathered sharply and turned into a miserable and beautiful blood sun, rising into the sky and reflecting the cold moon in the nine days.

The swordsman in the world dares to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon, and dares to go down into the deep pool to crouch with dragons and tigers. When have they ever been afraid?

At this moment, facing the real dragon blocking the way, the sword fairy in white pointed at the setting sun, and his blood illuminated the universe.

The next moment, Long Wei and Xue Yang collided.

The dragon's head hit the Xueyang, and there was a moment of stalemate, and the world seemed to have stopped.

After a moment, dragon energy and blood sun exploded.
Chapter completed!