With a shout, the sword sounded into my heart. This was the sword of the Liaoyuan Sword Saint. The vision behind it turned, thousands of volcanoes erupted, and red magma gathered. As if the ocean was surging, the scorching aura of law tore through the void. A red crystal sword formed, with its sharp edge as a blade, its law as a spine, its mountains as a shank, and its heart as a handle. This sword was extremely brilliant, and the sword power destroyed the world.
"The Law of Swords!"
In the Zizhuyuan, the saint of Qiya took a deep breath. The laws of each saint were different. Even the same condensed sword laws were absolutely different. However, in any case, the sword laws were also a rare median law, and even among many median laws, they were extremely powerful.
There is no weak person in the Seventy-Two Saints of the Battle Imperial Palace in the Western Regions!
At this moment, even though he had already entered the reincarnation list, the Saint Qiya couldn't help but let go of all the contempt in his heart. The sword of Liaoyuan Sword Saint may be worse than him, but he went further in his cultivation. If he fought in the same realm, the outcome would be unpredictable.
Buzz!
With a clear sound of swords, there was no sign. A wisp of snow-white sword energy appeared in front of the sword saint like ripples in the water. The law Qi sword suddenly stagnated, and then it shattered like a crack. There was nothing to stop the place where the sharp sword energy passed. There was no wave in the void, but there was a general trend that would divide the sky and the earth.
puff!
The Liaoyuan Sword Saint cried out with a terrifying cry, staggered backwards, and the blood of the battle splattered, and the whole right arm was broken. At this time, there was no more rebelliousness in his eyes, and only fear was left.
Not far away, several elders breathed a sigh of relief. The Saint Saint was still merciless after all, otherwise it would be more than just an arm, but with the powerful vitality of the saint. As long as it is not a critical part of it, the rebirth of the broken limb is just a matter of time.
In the Zizhuyuan, Xiao Yi's breathing was slightly stagnant. The power of the sword saint exceeded his expectations. In his memory, perhaps only the Taiyin Saint in Nianhuang City could be compared with him. As for which of the two is stronger and which one is weaker, it is not something Xiao Yi can distinguish now.
The Saint of Qiya took a deep breath. At this moment, he was also a little uneasy, which was beyond his control. The Saint of Knife suddenly came, how could a mere son of the generals attract the saint's gaze, but at the moment, he had to deal with it carefully.
"Qiya, the king of Shanhe, I have seen the Saint of Knife!" The Saint of Qiya clasped his fists and bowed.
The Saint Saint looked unrestrained. His black hair was lightly raised, he turned around gently, looked at Xiao Yi, and said lightly: "Little Junior Brother, welcome to the War Emperor Hall."
What!
At this moment, not only the Saint Qiya, but also the Saint Mingyang and the Sword Saint of the Glacier. They were also shocked.
"Little junior brother! Could it be..."
Outside the Zizhuyuan, several elders were browsing their eyebrows and eyes. Even though they had already entered the cycle of reincarnation and became saints, they were still a little scared at this moment. The junior brother of the Saint Saint was that disciple. It was hard for them to imagine that a mere son of the general. He was born in a small way and rose to the edge of the Western Regions. He could be valued by that person and accepted as a disciple. This was a bit beyond imagination.
Especially the Liaoyuan Sword Saint. He knew clearly that if he could be called a junior brother by the Saint, he was definitely not a registered disciple, which means he had been recognized. Even if he was outstanding, he was not worthy of the Saint's personal actions.
Liaoyuan Sword Saint gritted his teeth. Even though he is now among the seventy-two Saints of the Battle Emperor Palace in the Western Regions, he was kneeling down for ten days and ten nights, but he was unable to get the favor of that person. Unexpectedly, every junior boy got the opportunity today. He felt a little bitter and unwilling to accept it. However, when he thought that he had taken action before, he had entered the path of law. All he had left was sighing and crossing the threshold of taboo characters. Even if he still had some shortcomings, the difference was not far away.
Even in the Supreme King's tribe, it is rare to have a taboo character in a century of time. They are all the supreme generation of younger generations, and it is only easy to reverse the situation and kill.
Therefore, it is reasonable to be valued by that person. As for the sword saint, it is naturally legitimate.
Looking at the sword saint in front of him, even though Xiao Yi had expected it, he was a little dazed at this time. He was known as the sword saint. This was not only a name for war, but also a challenge to the sword practitioners in the world. Taking sword as his surname, the luck he carries is absolutely amazing, and the cause and effect he is involved in is absolutely terrible. However, with the terrible means he showed, Xiao Yi has no doubt that even the strongest disaster could not stop his sword.
saint!
Among the six disciples of that person, there was actually a saint!
However, at this time, Xiao Yi quickly calmed down and bowed respectfully to the Saint Saint, saying, "I have met Senior Brother."
After a brief surprise, a gentle look appeared in the sword saint's eyes. Obviously, he was very satisfied with Xiao Yi's grasp of his soul so quickly. He said, "I originally thought that Master had just received another registered disciple. When you arrived, Master changed his mind. Congratulations, Junior Brother, you are the only disciple Master has received in the past three hundred years."
Entry disciple!
Even with Xiao Yi's state of mind, he was a little shocked at this time. He knew clearly what kind of existence the disciples who entered the house were, at least they all had the name of a young saint. Even the youngest six disciples had already condensed the laws ten years ago and entered the cycle of reincarnation.
As if he had learned Xiao Yi's thoughts, the Saint Saint didn't care and said, "Master, six disciples, rank by age, you can call me the second senior brother."
"Qiya, the king of Shanhe, I have seen the sword saint!"
All directions were silent, the sword saint's eyes were slightly condensed, and the entire purple bamboo courtyard seemed to have stagnated in an instant. Except for Xiao Yi, the saints as strong as Mingyang felt an extremely depressing atmosphere. It originated from the majesty of the saints. It was truly extraordinary and saints and did not enter the samsara. They were no longer comparable to ordinary saints who were still struggling in the samsara.
The Saint Qiya looked solemn and his whole body was tense. He stared at the back of the Saint Saint. Even when facing the Supreme Elders in the clan, he was not as depressed as he did today. The spiritual world seemed to be located in an ancient sacred mountain, which could not be dispersed and connected to the sky and the earth.
Seeing the sword saint slowly turning around, everyone had an illusion, as if the person standing in front of him was not a person, but a divine sword that was thrust through the sky and the earth. The invisible sharpness made the body break, and the strongest person also breathed stagnant, as if the fish that had drained the lake water were almost suffocating.
In particular, more than 90% of this sharpness fell on the Qiya Saint, who had been invaded for many years, and the Qiya Saint's back was also soaked in sweat in the blink of an eye.
"What do you have to say?" The Saint Saint's eyes were calm and he looked at the Saint Qiya.
The saint Qiya was beating wildly. He couldn't figure out the mind of the sword saint. Even though he had already entered the reincarnation list for many years, he had no power to resist when facing an existence like a saint who had transcended the reincarnation list but was not on the king's list.
However, whether it is the Killing Spear or the military tactics of the Sky Locking Fist, it is very important. Whether the inheritance of the Emperor Fengshen can be born, Xiao Yi must bring the Killing Spear back to the clan.
After gritting his teeth, the Saint Qiya spoke, "This son got the lost Slaying Spike from our clan, and his origin is unknown..."
"Let the King of Mountains and Rivers come in person!"
The voice of the Saint Qiya stopped abruptly, and his eyes stumbled slightly. Looking at the Saint of the Sword in front of him, he really could not have thought that he would get such an answer.
"Saint of Knife is careful!"
In an instant, the Saint Qiya came to his senses. He turned cold. The king's majesty was irreversible. The Saint of the Sword is not the King of the Sword, and the King of the Half Step is still only half a step.
At this moment, the Saint of Mingyang and the Sword Saint of Ice River also changed slightly, and it involved the Human King. This is the real master of the Western Regions of the Northern Desert and the Human King should not be easily blasphemed, and it is not as strong as the Saint of the Sword.
Ignoring the changing expressions of the crowd, the Saint Saint's eyes fell on the Saint Qiya. At this moment, the Saint Qiya only felt the oppression from the soul and climbed to the peak. He finally couldn't hold it back. He groaned and took three steps back, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"The respectful teacher said that if the King of Mountains and Rivers does not come, the method of killing magic guns will allow the nobles, the most outstanding disciples in a century, to pass the test, and to return the things to their original owners."
The Saint Qiya changed his expression and said in a deep voice: "Is it worth it to provoke a dispute between you and me for a mere future generations?"
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