Living with a sword and dying for a sword is the ultimate belief of a sword cultivator!

When this sentence was heard by all the sword cultivators on the surface of the North Sea, the other monks were shocked to find that the sword cultivators around them stood there like a devilish madness, falling into deep thoughts.

The thick smoke of sword energy produced by the bursting of infinite Qinglan sword energy on the sea ahead still rolled up. The infinite sword energy cut between each other in the blue smoke made the center of the battle become a desperate domain that is difficult to detect in the spiritual sense.

Therefore, all the monks in Taixuan Land were holding their breath and concentrating, waiting for the victory or defeat after the sword fog dissipated.

The time flowing forward changed extremely slowly while waiting. At this time, the cultivators of major forces in Taixuan land had different expressions, including joy and sorrow. On the one hand, they did not want the fourth prince to succeed, and on the other hand, they were worried about the power of the human sword cultivator. This contradictory emotion seemed to include all kinds of things in the world.

However, the most relaxed expression was Sima Annan, who raised his glass to drink after sitting back to the Eight Immortals table. He saw the young man in white dress taking a sip of the strong wine, Queen Xuan Tian, ​​and under the sudden burst of alcohol, narrowed his eyes and sighed:

"Good wine, good sword."

After the words came, Sima Annan turned his head and looked up at the Golden Palace above. The Fourth Prince of the Central People's Republic of China was not good-looking, and continued to speak with a smile:

"That fourth high-ranking emperor of the Central Kingdom, you will be eliminated according to the rules you have set by yourself!"

"I am talking nonsense and I will be punished by the punishment of pulling my tongue. If the winner is not decided, why should I get out?"

Before Sima Annan's smile could finish his voice, the scolding of the fourth prince and one of the monks above rolled down. Then the former was not angry, and the smile on his lips remained the same. He opened the folding fan and slapped it hard in front.

The next moment, a colorful wind suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. The green smoke sword energy that rushed forward was surging in a mighty manner. In just a few breaths, the rolling sword energy was blown away and gradually revealed the scene inside.

Then all the monks looked up, their faces changed suddenly, and they blurted out:

"How is this possible!"

The sea surface, which was originally cut by the sword energy, had returned to calm, and two figures appeared on the sea surface, which were the two people who had fought each other for life and death before.

The reason why the monks in Taixuan land exclaimed together was that among the two, one stood and the other knelt.

The black robe swayed, and Jiansheng stood with a scarlet blood sword in his hand, while the Qinglan sword was cut, and the body was covered in blood. Pei Jian, who was constantly trembling, knelt on both knees!

"My sword is broken?"

Pei Jian, who was covered in green hair and red-eyed ape face, lowered his head and stared at Qinglan Sword, which was only left with a bare sword hilt in his hand, murmured, and then reached down to grab the broken sword floating on the sea surface, and at the same time made extremely shrill whimpers.

Perhaps for all living beings under this world, whether they are steady or crazy before their lifetime, the sob when they die is always heart-pounding.

In the next breath, strands of red light burst out from Pei Jian's body. Each strand of red light was a supreme sword energy. Then the red light inside Pei Jian's body became more and more intense and suddenly exploded outward.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Pei Jian's body turned into a fog in the sky and completely disappeared, and a generation of Master Jian Crazy died!

"Die, Pei Jian is dead, the 22nd place on the Shenji Pavilion's ground list, and he is still an unheard of human race?"

The sound of sucking sounds one after another, and then a solemn expression appeared on the faces of all the monks. Because Pei Jian died too quickly, everyone couldn't even see how the girl in the mask made her sword.

What’s more important is that Jiansheng, who was standing with a sword on the sea at this time, was not his own, but a mortal enemy who prevented them from getting opportunities. The stronger the enemy, the more serious they were in their hearts.

For a moment, countless monks from Taixuan land on the entire sea became silent. If Sima Annan just cut the three river pikes with a blow, then Jiansheng is completely shocked now that he killed Pei Jian.

The sword held in Jiansheng's hand emitted an extremely dazzling scarlet light under the light, and this sword was as transparent as blood-red crystal, and it emitted waves of shocking sharp edges outward.

Then Yu Daodao looked at him, the girl raised her hand and gently moved the sea surface. The Qinglan Broken Sword flew directly into her hand. Then Jian Sheng swung backwards, and the broken sword drew an arc and flew into the mouth of the green sword dragon behind, and was swallowed by the latter's mouth.

After a few breaths, the extremely rich Qinglan sword fog surged out from above the huge sword dragon's body. While the sword whirls through the sky, the mist condenses inward, forming a brand new Taoist sword on the body of the sword dragon.

"Devour the sword path, this human race can actually devour the sword path. If this person is not eliminated, my Taixuan Land sword path will enter a quiet night from now on!"

A series of roars with Li He roared out from the mouths of each sword cultivator in Taixuan Land. The sword energy rose into the sky and rolled down towards the sword in front.

"Why, I'm going to say that one person will be right, but I can't beat him and want to cheat?"

Sima Annan clearly heard the cultivators with a sarcastic voice. The warships, the Golden Palace and the North Sea monks above the flying race looked ashen and snorted coldly.

Then Sima Annan slowly drank the Xuantian wine in his cup in one gulp, raised his hand and patted it on the table, making a loud bang, then turned his head and stared at the army of monks in front of him, opened his mouth and made a loud shout surrounding the sky:

"Those who pass the line without authorization die. This is the rule of Daxia. I asked, who else should try?"

This was the second time Sima Annan asked who else to ask, but now the situation is very different. This second shout was like slapping the faces of these monks in Taixuan Land, causing everyone's faces to feel burning and painful.

"presumptuous!"

A monk opened his mouth and shouted angrily, but immediately countless gazes came, causing the former to swallow half of his words back, and then the entire sea surface suddenly fell into extremely strange silence.

Even Pei Jian, who was 22 on the ground, was easily cut under the sword, which made everyone in Taixuan's land power frightened and dared not end up easily.

In this way, the pressure hits the top major cultivators at the forefront of the army of monks, and for their own face, they need to send someone to the end.

After about a hundred breaths, the quiet atmosphere above the North Sea sea became stronger and stronger. At the same time, with the rising of the scorching sun above our heads, the light around us became brighter and brighter. From the beginning of watching and then to the current silence, these forces are also a huge irony.

"Everything is false. If you can put down your butcher's knife, you can become a Buddha on your own."

Suddenly, an extremely young and mellow voice resounded through the sky, and then a black shadow fell from the sky like a meteor, landing on the sea, causing waves in the sky.

As the waves exploded, a figure slowly walked out, with a golden robe covered with a shiny bald head, and a handsome novice monk.
Chapter completed!