The top of the mountain is a huge platform, surrounded by dense woods. The appearance of these trees is also very strange. The tops of the city are all pointed, like countless big knives inserted here. It may be that they have been affected by the sword energy for a long time.
The shape and texture of the plants have changed somewhat.
Nan Hairen moved forward cautiously. Since entering the hermitage of Sword God Lord, he didn't seem to see any defensive measures, not even a restriction. Maybe it is superfluous for a master of Sword God Lord's level to defend against restrictions and divine formations.
, but be careful in sailing the ship of ten thousand years, he strolled forward with this mentality.
Suddenly, a sound broke through the air, a cold light flashed in the distance, and Nan Hairen shouted: "Sword Qi! Not good!"
The three clones separated quickly, and the cold light flew through the clones and then came back. Nan Hairen was glad that he was tight, and he took out the Jiutian Magic Pen and drew a circle in the void at will, directly drawing Han.
The aperture widened.
Hanguang struggled hard in the void, but it didn't work at all. Nan Hairen's Book of Swords is now 70% to 80% heated, and it is quite powerful. Because this magical power is specially used for defense, and it can be used very freely and casually.
This feeling is very comfortable. In addition, I lacked similar magical powers before I had clear, soft and chaotic energy, so I studied it whenever I had free time.
After a while, Hanguang finally stopped struggling and stopped in the void. Nan Hairen took a closer look and discovered that there was a knife, a magic knife. The silver-white blade was slender, longer than ordinary swords. In front of the blade
It is wide and narrow at the back, and the handle is about the length of a palm, with horizontal patterns on it. Although the quality of this magic sword can only be considered mid-range, it actually has its own sword spirit.
The magic sword suddenly shook and made a long sword sound, as if summoning something. Then countless cold stars flew from the distance, just like the starry sky. Nan Hairen was shocked because he was flying in the distance.
The Hanxings who came are all magic swords!
The attack of hundreds of magic swords was no child's play. He immediately waved the magic pen in his hand and wrote gracefully, and a circle of words immediately formed around him.
On a whim, Nan Hairen wrote elegantly and recited the magical secret of cultivation in the Book of Xing aloud: "Move the Qi at will, the Dharma will follow the shadow, the air will follow the current, the earth will follow the dust..."
The magical swords flying across the sky hit the circle of words in the Book of Swords, making a clanging sound. Sparks flew everywhere, and the energy of the swords was everywhere.
But there is a strange phenomenon. Under such a powerful attack, the surrounding trees were only slightly damaged, without much fluctuation.
Nan Hairen's figure was continuously retreated by the sword energy, and was attacked by hundreds of magic swords at the same time. This was no joke. He suddenly had a whim in his mind, if he used pure chaos energy on the sword
In the book, the soft magical power may have a greater defensive effect.
Just do it as he thinks of it, a blur of pure and soft chaotic energy slowly condenses outside his body, and slowly enters the tip of the Jiutian Magic Pen. With a random stroke, a clear and soft chaotic energy creates a circle.
The power of extreme softness was like a rainbow wiping across the sky, effectively removing all the divine swords to the side.
If the characteristics of the power of chaos are specifically used for energy, then the combination of pure chaotic energy and the book of swords can completely deal with the basic defense of attacks, which has made Nan Hairen invisible to a certain extent.
, the sky was full of magical swords coming from all directions, and Nan Hairen couldn't tell whether these magical swords were controlled by someone or had spiritual consciousness. They actually formed their own formations, specifically picking out their weakest points to attack, if no one was controlling them.
These magic knives are so smart!
Nan Hairen has also been rejoicing that the quality of these magical swords is quite ordinary. If they come with quasi-king-level artifacts with spiritual consciousness, it will be troublesome. He is concerned about Hanshuang's danger and does not want to fight here.
The magic sword consumes energy and slowly gathers the power of chaos in the body to prepare to turn from defense to offense.
Although these masterless magic swords have not yet reached the realm of gods, they seem to have spiritual consciousness. As long as they have spiritual consciousness, they can use music to interfere. Nan Hairen created a clone and handed the guqin to him. The clone played it hey.
He seemed to understand what the master was thinking, and said: "It's too despicable to deal with these spiritual consciousnesses like this, hehe."
Nan Hairen really wanted to punch him and said loudly: "What a mean thing, stop talking nonsense and do something quickly. If you feel something is wrong, go and deal with it yourself."
The clone didn't say anything anymore. He picked up the guqin and started playing it. The long and lively musical instruments and the magic swords were indeed affected. Their speeds all slowed down and they flew unsteadily. It was like a drunk person.
Nan Hairen immediately dispersed the defense of soft and chaotic energy. His mind moved quickly, and the Blade Emperor's divine weapon flew up from his body. With a long roar, a silver-white circle of extermination aura spread out. The crescent moon flew everywhere, and the divine sword
They collided together, making a strong metallic collision sound. Combined with the sound of the guqin, the whole scene seemed like a church meeting.
The power unleashed by the Blade Emperor's divine weapons and the blessing of the power of chaos was extraordinary. The divine swords were immediately knocked around, flying around like birds and beasts, letting out bursts of screams, and the trees with strange textures were also affected by this wave.
The force cut off a large piece of it.
Nan Hairen took back the clone and the artifact, stood proudly, and said in the language of God: "I came down here to see Senior Sword God for something important. Please forgive me if I offend you." After that, he slowly walked forward.
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The magic swords were always surrounding him not far away, staring at him closely, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, a high-pitched poem chant came from the void: "Why fight for the peak with swords, fingers of thousands of gods, and seal of bowl gods? Dare to ask the peak of the divine domain, three feet of autumn water is spotless, unparalleled in the world!"
Nan Hairen secretly shouted: "What a great courage!"
A white-grey figure flickered in and out and flew over from far to near. No energy fluctuations could be felt, everything seemed so natural.
The figure stopped not far from the front of Nan Hairen, and an old man with an immortal air was revealed. His long snow-white hair was naturally draped behind him without any decoration, and a black leather ring tied his hair together.
The knife-like face has traces of fish lines, revealing bursts of divine light, giving people an indescribable feeling; there is an indescribable sword mark in the middle of the plump forehead, and the white sword eyebrows are inserted diagonally into the temples.
His eyes were slightly opened, naturally showing a majestic and arrogant air.
He was casually wearing a white and gray cloth robe, which looked very elegant and casual. He was carrying a wide magic sword on his back, about one-third the size of a human being, wrapped in gray cloth material, revealing a bit of mystery.
, Nan Hairen felt an extremely familiar atmosphere.
The arrival of this man changed the scene around him. The magic knives all retreated to his side. They were inserted into the ground and trembled gently, revealing incomparable respect and fear. The spiky trees seemed to sense something.
, there is no wind, and it rustles automatically, seeming to welcome this person's arrival.