The saint was angered by Zhou Jianlai's behavior and had murderous intentions. He pointed the sword in his right hand at Zhou Jianlai from a distance, and shot out a sword energy that instantly penetrated a hundred miles of void and struck behind Zhou Jianlai.
Zhou Jianlai felt the saint's sword energy coming from behind him, and his breath was suffocated. He handed the Burial Sword to his right hand, turned around and stabbed with the sword.
Ding!
The tip of the sword collided with the saint's sword energy, and the sword energy surged and tore apart a space of a hundred feet in radius.
Zhou Jianlai was knocked back three hundred feet, the energy and blood in his body surged, and the sword energy soul in the sea of sword energy in his Dantian and the sea of consciousness shook violently, almost to the point of collapse.
But he felt secretly happy in his heart, because the sword strike was much easier than he imagined.
He felt that if his Sword Qi Hai and Sword Qi Soul hadn't just been recast, and he was rushing to find Du Keyi before he had time to solidify them, this sword would have been easier to catch.
Zheng!
The saint followed closely and drew a long sword from the void.
Dozens of miles away, Zhou Jianlai was forced by his overbearing sword intent to the point where the hair on his body stood up, and the sword energy all over his body trembled.
Sword cultivators are not easy to mess with.
Saint realm sword cultivators who have become saints in the way of swordsmanship are even more difficult to mess with.
Zhou Jianlai groaned secretly in his heart and had no time to hesitate. Before the other party swung his sword, he let go and threw the Burial Sword out, shouting: "The Holy Sword will be merciful. I will return the sword to you."
"late!"
The saint gave a cold shout and refused to forgive Zhou Jianlai's offense, so he slashed out with his sword.
This sword carries the sword intention and murderous intent to destroy the world.
Zhou Jianlai retreated as fast as he could while concentrating his sword energy, pulled out the Wei King Sword, and used the Nine Heavens Sword Energy to strike out the strongest sword.
This sword carried his strongest will and his invincible swordsmanship, but his heart sank again and again, and he felt despair.
He knew that even if he could block this sword, the Sword Qi Sea and the Sword Qi Soul would probably be shattered.
when!
In the midst of stone fire and lightning, the two swords collided together in the air.
Zhou Jianlai was mentally prepared to be knocked down, but Wei Wangjian miraculously blocked the sword struck by the saint. He opened his mouth in shock, with an unbelievable expression on his face, and said in confusion: "I have already
Is it so powerful?"
But the next moment he felt a familiar breath coming from behind him, he knew that he had thought too much. He turned around in surprise and shouted: "Master!"
It turned out that Wei Ziyi arrived in time and helped him block the sword. "Not bad, not bad." Wei Ziyi looked Zhou Jianlai up and down with his spiritual consciousness, nodded with relief, and said: "The broken sea of qi can't stop you.
Follow the footsteps of kendo and rebuild a new kendo at the end of kendo. Your kendo as a teacher has become completely invisible and your future is limitless."
"Hey, Master, you are so complimentary." Zhou Jianlai said modestly, but could not hide the smug look in his eyes.
Wei Ziyan suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed the Burial Sword from the air, which was about to be caught by the saint in blue who was catching up. Domineering sword energy spurted out from the tips of his five fingers, forcing the opponent's hand that was grabbing the Burial Sword back.
"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean?!" The green-robed saint glared at Wei Ziyan and asked, "This is the sword that I kept in the Sword Burial Mountain. Your disciple cut off the mountain and stole it. Shouldn't it be returned to its original owner?"
As he spoke, the five fingers of his left hand also burst out with fierce sword energy, grabbing the Burial Sword, and collided with Wei Ziyan's sword energy, and for a moment they were indistinguishable.
Originally, he had the intention to kill Zhou Jianlai, but after seeing Zhou Jianlai kill a saint master, he gave up the idea of killing Zhou Jianlai, and thought of giving the other party a little favor and getting the sword back, so he revealed the matter.
Thinking that the other party would not let it go, he immediately became angry.
Wei Ziyan asked: "You said this sword is yours, if you call it, will it agree?"
When the saint in blue heard this, his eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "If you want to rob me, there is no need to find such a ridiculous reason. If you want to fight, then fight. I'm afraid you won't be able to do it?!"
boom!
As soon as the sound fell, a majestic sword force burst out from his body.
Unable to withstand the pressure of his sword, the surrounding space shattered into pieces, spreading in all directions for dozens of miles before stopping.
Wei Ziyan also erupted with unparalleled sword power, confronting the saint in green, and said: "For an ordinary cultivator, asking him to shout for the sword and ask the sword to agree does sound ridiculous, but for a holy sword cultivator...
Isn’t it normal to say something?”
For a sword cultivator in the Saint Realm, it is indeed not difficult to let one's sword respond to one's own.
Let alone the Holy Realm, even Zhou Jianlai, who is not in the Holy Realm, can easily do it.
"Hmph!" The green-robed saint snorted displeasedly and said, "This sword was born from the desperate thoughts of countless sword cultivators who died in Burial Sword Mountain. I discovered its existence two hundred years ago.
It’s just that I never took it out. I discovered it first, so it is naturally my sword.”
Wei Ziyan did not respond to the words of the saint in blue, but instead ordered Zhou Jianlai: "When the sword comes, you call it. If it doesn't respond, the sword belongs to him."
"Burial Sword!" Zhou Jianlai shouted to Burial Sword in response.
Zheng!
Burial Sword immediately responded with a clank.
Wei Ziyan nodded and said to the saint in green: "The treasures of heaven and earth are born without an owner. If you don't take it, it doesn't mean that others can't take it. Others don't take it, either because they haven't discovered it, or because they are afraid of you and dare not take it.
Today my disciple took it and was recognized by the sword. I can only say that this sword has no connection with you, rather than saying that my disciple snatched your sword, because you have never been its owner."
"Then there's nothing more to say, just draw your sword." The sword in the blue-robed saint's hand vibrated, releasing blazing fighting spirit and murderous aura.
In fact, he understood everything Wei Ziyan said, but he understood what he understood, but he felt angry because the treasure he had guarded for more than two hundred years was being plucked. No one could swallow this breath.
Wei Ziyan was not afraid of fighting at all and drew the blood-drinking sword from the void space.
"Master, why don't you forget it."
Zhou Jianlai didn't want his master to fight to the death with the Tsing Yi Saint because of a sword. Even if the sword was the most precious treasure in the world, it was not as important as his master's life safety, so he wanted to give in.
"My master has recently gained a lot of insight into the art of swordsmanship. I have always wanted to find an opponent to prove it. Today, my opponent came to my door. He is also a Saint Realm sword cultivator. We must not waste this great opportunity." Wei Ziyan said in a low voice.
Zhou Jianlai burst out laughing when he heard this, and said: "The disciple wishes the master a master of swordsmanship and victory."
"Furthermore, how can you give up such a good sword just for the sake of it? Let me give you one today and one tomorrow. When can you fill up the Ten Thousand Swords Box? Don't say that this sword is not his, even if it is his,
What's the point of robbing him? You still call yourself a big bandit." Wei Ziyu curled his lips towards Zhou Jianlai.
"..." Zhou Jianlai couldn't help but feel ashamed, and stepped aside to reflect deeply.
Ding!
Wei Ziyan and the Saint in Tsing Yi fought with swords. The long swords collided and the sword energy burst out, setting off a terrifying storm of sword energy. A hundred miles away was enveloped in the sword energy in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Jianlai retreated again and again until he was sixty or seventy miles away from the center of the battle. Only then could he barely withstand the aftermath of the sword energy of Wei Zikan and the saint in green.
Looking at the scattered sword energy, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the sword energy sea in his body started to move surgingly, and began to absorb the surrounding sword energy, which was used to consolidate and strengthen the sword energy sea and sword energy spirit that had just been recast.
He used sword energy to recast the sea of sword energy and gave up the power of the stars, so for him, sword energy replaced the power of the stars and became the nourishment for his cultivation.
