Chapter 394 The same sword repair, send you a ride
One sword is like an immortal.
Xu Changge was wearing a long gown, towering over all living beings, and his hair was half white.
The black and white hair blends slightly with the breeze.
Xu Changge's left hand is lightly clasped on his back, and his right hand is holding a three-foot wooden sword. His posture is elegant and flying, as if he is in the mortal world, but also outside the mortal world.
"Other than him, I'm afraid there is no such swordsmanship in the world."
All the sword cultivators in the world were astonished by this sword. Many sword masters even showed fearful expressions and had nightmares in their hearts. Their right hands were trembling slightly, as if they no longer had the strength to even lift the sword.
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"One sword can break all kinds of magic. This is the true meaning of the sword. It is a realm that you will never be able to pursue even if you spend your whole life."
All over the world, swordsmen fell to their knees one after another, looking down at their trembling hands with complicated expressions.
"In this world of sword cultivators, he is the only one who can be called the Sword Immortal. The rest are not worthy."
A certain swordsman known as the Sword Immortal directly denied his lifelong achievements in swordsmanship and became anonymous. He put his sword on the spot and walked towards the distance without looking back. His figure was lonely. Just now
Xu Changge's sword attack shook his Daoist heart, and he thought he was no longer qualified to hold a sword.
"The golden demon pupil that was so unparalleled in my life turned out to be blind."
"Ancestor Gongsun who suppressed his peers and found no rivals five thousand years ago, his cultivation is completely ruined and his vitality is almost exhausted."
"The ancestors of the Qinglong tribe and the Black Rat tribe were not able to leave even a single corpse. The rain of blood in the sky was the end of their lives."
Billions of monks looked at the wreckage on the ground, with complex emotions surging in their hearts.
Once upon a time, the corpses floating in the starry sky all had their peak period and a lifetime of fame. But now, they have come to an end in this way, which is sad.
The living old antiques were frightened and their clothes were soaked with cold sweat. They looked at the rain of blood and mutilated bones floating around, as if they had seen their own fate and were filled with fear.
"Why can't we all fight against it?"
A pale-faced powerful man looked at Xu Changge's figure, the horror in his eyes getting thicker and thicker.
"The emperor's technique suppresses the world."
Xu Changge's sword contained the power of the emperor's pattern. This sword alone took away more than half of Xu Changge's life span.
"We can't back down while we're still alive. We must get the Qilin Bone!"
After paying such a heavy price, if they ran away because of inner fear, all their efforts would be in vain. Therefore, the more than two hundred living Mahayana saints continued to walk towards Xu Changge, dragging their injured old bodies.
Although their steps were a little slow, their bodies were trembling slightly, and there was fear in their eyes. However, they were determined to follow the path they had chosen, and they would succeed if they didn't succeed.
Xu Changge was like a god and a majestic mountain. He stood there, overlooking the creatures in the world, his black and white hair fluttering in the wind, unparalleled.
"Bang Dong"
A powerful man who had just been walking towards Xu Changge suddenly knelt down in the void with a ferocious face, as if he was under extremely terrible pressure: "I...I can't do it."
That sword broke the Taoist heart of this powerful man. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of attacking Xu Changge again. This was a fear deep in his soul that spread to every part of his body.
When one person fell down, more and more powerful people stopped in mid-air, in a dilemma, sweating profusely. Their psychological pressure was too heavy, so heavy that they could not even lift their hands, let alone perform Taoist magic.
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"The Dao Heart is damaged, and you no longer have the strength to fight."
Tian Jizi looked at the dozens of powerful people who could not walk and sighed softly.
"This sword is all-encompassing and stunning. At that moment, my sword heart almost broke."
Yan Qingyou's forehead broke out in cold sweat and he whispered.
"It is both sad and lucky that the current swordsman and the Venerable live in the same era."
The old monster Sikong Nanyan sighed with emotion.
Sadly, countless sword cultivators will not be able to get rid of Xu Changge's high mountain, and even make Xu Changge's figure become a nightmare deep in their hearts and turn into an inner demon.
Fortunately, I was able to see Xu Changge's peerless style with my own eyes.
"I am old and have no worries. I am willing to risk all my vitality to sublime my Tao body and return to its heyday."
A white-haired old man broke through the fear in his heart, his white hair fluttered wildly, and the look on his face became extremely determined. He gave up his greed for the unicorn bone, and just wanted to use all means to fight Xu Changge.
The white-haired old man spent the rest of his life, just to be able to return to his prime in a short time, and then draw his sword to fight Xu Changge.
"Qingyang Sword Master, you are preparing to fight to the death!"
The world knows this white-haired old man, the top swordsman in the world, who is revered as Qingyang Sword Master.
Qingyang Sword Master saw the higher kendo peaks and put down his obsession with the Qilin Bone. He seemed to have returned to the mentality of his youth, chasing kendo and climbing all the way up.
"The old Hua Qingyang is willing to use the rest of his life to seek the sword of the Lord."
Hua Qingyang's Taoist heart became extremely pure and returned to his original nature.
As he spoke, Hua Qingyang grabbed his side, and the shattered long sword regrouped, just like his Taoist heart reunited. Since Hua Qingyang got older, he became more and more afraid of death, and gradually lost his original swordsmanship.
heart of.
Today, Hua Qingyang saw such a brilliant sword, which revived his sword heart that had been dormant for many years.
"To prove the way of swordsmanship through death, your eyes are different from before."
Xu Changge looked at Hua Qingyang and said indifferently.
"The sword struck by His Holiness just now made me see my original self. Whether alive or dead, my only pursuit in this world is the path of swordsmanship."
Hua Qingyang suppressed the fear in his heart and walked towards Xu Changge step by step. The long sword in his hand exuded powerful sword power.
"You realize it, but it's a pity it's too late."
From Hua Qingyang's eyes, Xu Changge saw an extremely firm obsession with the way of swordsmanship. If Hua Qingyang could enlightenment earlier, he could become stronger and reach a higher realm of swordsmanship.
"As long as you don't die, it's never too late. Besides, if you can spar with the Venerable, you will have no regrets in this life."
Hua Qingyang had a smile on his face. He knew that he would definitely die on this road, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he felt a sense of deep expectation and satisfaction.
"We are both sword cultivators, so I'll give you a ride."
Xu Changge nodded.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Hua Qingyang is condensing his lifelong knowledge of swordsmanship and integrating it into the long sword.
His eyes are indestructible. His sword heart is extremely pure.
Xu Changge raised his sword and waved it lightly towards Hua Qingyang.
"Drink!" Hua Qingyang did not dodge, but faced him and stabbed him with his long sword.
Everyone looked up and watched, eyes wide open.
The two sword lights collided, and Hua Qingyang drained all the spiritual energy in his body just to use the strongest sword in his life.
"when--"
The swords clashed, and the stalemate lasted for more than ten breaths, tearing apart the starry sky for hundreds of thousands of miles in radius.