Juetian Universe, Heavenly Sword World, Heyang City.
Swords of light shot up into the sky, tearing through the void, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
After waiting for nine hundred and fifty thousand years, finally waiting for the sword qi barrier to weaken again, a master of the universe, the master of the gods, can't wait to rush towards the sword grave.
I am afraid that one step at night will lose their share of the great swords that are born.
Every time the sword gas barrier is weakened, there are only a limited number of magic swords born in Jian Tomb. At most, there are only 16 magic swords. When it is young, there are only three or four magic swords.
And the master god who competes for the divine sword, the Universe Lord, is more than a thousand people, ten thousand people.
Going late, let alone fighting for the Excalibur, even the shadow of the Excalibur cannot be seen.
Heyang City, in a luxurious yet elegant courtyard.
Yang Fan slowly stood up, waved at Cangya and Canghou, father and son, and walked slowly to the outside of the small courtyard.
Slow walking, with the calmness of a leisurely stroll, without any sense of urgency.
He had only one goal, and that was the core of the sword mound-the last supernatural sword. Yang Fan didn't have the slightest interest in the other divine swords.
These divine swords, under the nourishment of the Heavenly Sword Qi, are gradually increasing in rank. As far as the swordsmanship in the world of Heavenly Sword is concerned, each handle is a peerless divine sword. In the middle-level universe, some of the top magic swords are even more of the original treasure used by the master of the universe.
It's just that as far as Yang Fan is concerned, they are all tasteless, even tasteless, it is all about them.
Even the mid-level high-level Chaos artifact, the Absolute Heaven Divine Sword, would not take a look at it unless it was required by the mission.
Yang Fan's steps are very slow, but with the mysterious space avenue, it can be thousands of miles in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan had already appeared thousands of miles away from the sword gas barrier, and the father and son Cangya and Empress Cang, like two loyal servants, followed Yang Fan.
"Ok?"
Yang Fan frowned, and his eyes flashed with doubts. A large group of Lord Gods and Venerables stood three thousand miles away from the sword gas barrier, as if there was a scourge in front of them, they did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pond.
And in the 3,000-mile area of the sword-qi barrier, there was no one other than a few young sword-cultivators.
All of those young sword repairmen have eyes as deep as the starry sky. They are all over their bodies with sword aura. They seem to be superior by nature. They look around from time to time, and their eyes are indescribable. They seem to be able to take a look at them, which is very big. with pleasure.
"strange?"
Although those young swordsmen are born with a kind of pride and dignity, people will know that they are all from extraordinary backgrounds, but each of them is not high and the strongest. That is to say, it is worthwhile to enter the intermediate-level universe venerable realm, and other people have only low-level cosmic venerable cultivation bases.
Among the many main gods and venerables that are three thousand miles away, the number of Cosmos Venerables is quite large, there are more than 300. Even the intermediate and advanced Cosmos Venerables exceed the number of double tens, the strongest one, and more It is a low-level top cosmic venerable. With their cultivation, it is easy to clean up these ten young swordsmen.
"Could it be because..."
Faintly, a trace of understanding appeared in Yang Fan's heart. Since their strength is not enough to shock everyone, then only their identity background.
Before thinking about it, Yang Fan had already crossed three thousand miles with Cangya and Canghou, father and son. These indigenous people were afraid of the forces behind these young sword repairs. Yang Fan did not have any worries. A group of humble indigenous people. It's fine if you don't mess with him, otherwise, he doesn't mind, send them off.
"Look, there is a situation."
"Hi...Who are they?"
"Dare to ignore Fenglei Sword Sect's warning, are they going to die?"
In an instant, all the main gods and venerables stared at each other, revealing a touch of unbelievable, Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, that is one of the ten to large sects of the Heavenly Sword Continent, with strong strength, within the sect, just the quasi-cosmic master Taishang There are hundreds of elders, and even the ancestors of the Dzogchen quasi-universe are no less than double ten.
Except for the other nine major disciples of Sword Sect, almost no one dares to stroke the tiger's beard of Wind and Thunder Sword Sect.
Just like today, Fenglei Sword Sect directly cleared the field and threatened to pack the new excalibur in the Yuanjian mound. Although they wanted to give these Fenglei Sword Sect disciples thousands of knives and frustrated their bones and ashes, in the end they had to suppress the anger in their hearts. , Dare not step into the cordon.
Otherwise, if they provoke the behemoth Fenglei Jianzong, not only will they not escape to death, but even the family and sect behind them will have to follow the bad luck.
"They... They even dared to move on, Gurulu... They really don't know, or are they fake?"
"Or do they really rely on it, can they not put the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect in their eyes?"
"Don't take Fenglei Sword Sect in your eyes? This...Is it possible?"
Most of the main gods and venerables couldn't believe that there would be any power in the world that could not put the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect in their eyes, but there was such a glimmer of extravagant hope in their hearts.
They all suffocated their stomachs. Feng Lei Jianzong cleared the field without saying anything, and only let these juniors stop them. This didn't put them in the eyes at all.
"Stop!" When the ten or so Feng Lei Jianzong Jianxiu saw that Yang Fan's master and servants were not slowing down, they immediately burst out, "This time the birth of the Divine Sword belongs to my Feng Lei Jianzong, you dare to step forward again. It's an enemy of my Fenglei Sword Sect."
"Wind Thunder Sword Sect? What garbage sect, I haven't heard of it."
Yang Fan smiled contemptuously and kept walking, continuing to walk towards Jianzhong.
How did Yang Fan know that there was an indigenous sect in a mere trivial area, but this truth fell into the ears of the strong people present, that was another meaning.
"Fuck, I... I heard it right, right
"He... What did he just say? It's not a hallucination of this seat, right?"
"Wind Thunder Sword Sect is a trash sect? Gululu... Is there anything more arrogant than this?"
I can't believe it, I can't believe it at all.
Although there was some expectation, this trio who didn't know where it came from would be able to carry the wind and thunder sword sect, never expected it to be such an arrogant method.
Wind Thunder Sword Sect, that is one of the ten to great sword sects in the Heavenly Sword Continent, even if you look at the entire Heavenly Sword world, it is the top power.
If they are garbage sects, are there still powerful sects in the world
Needless to say, the dozens of Fenglei Sword Sect sword repairmen, one Buddha and two Buddhas who were all angered, were born with two Buddhas and ascended to heaven, all with red eyes, alive and free are the beasts that are thoroughly angered, and they want to choose. People eat away.
"You dare to insult my Fenglei Sword Sect, what a brave guy, brothers and sisters, take this madman for me!" The only intermediate cosmic Venerable shouted angrily, and his whole body was killing him. Having lived for several epochs, this kind of madman is still the first.
dead! This fanatic must die!
Otherwise, what is the face of their Fenglei Sword Sect
"Aphids, how dare you disrespect my lord and look for death!"
Just before all the disciples of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect act, the eyes of the Queen Cang behind Yang Fan flashed a cold light, and he shouted sharply.
How could such an opportunity to perform in front of Yang Fan be missed.
"boom!"
In an instant, that Intermediate Universe Venerable exploded and burned away his last glory.
"Ah~~~ Dead... Dead, I... Am I right
"Frost Sword—Han Bo, but the true disciple of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, how could it have fallen like this?"
"Hi... It's cruel, it's really cruel, this power, the top cosmic sage, and it's not the middle and low-level top cosmic sage."
The surrounding powerhouses stared at them, revealing a touch of horror. Among the many true disciples of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect, Han Bo, the Frost Sword, can be regarded as the best. Only one step away will be promoted to the Senior Universe Venerable, with real combat power, and more It's not under some low-level and high-level universe venerables. Among them, there are many who can defeat Frost Sword Hanbo. As for the kills, they are very few and few, not to mention such an understatement of obliteration.
However, such a strong person is actually just a slave of the black-robed youth.
Gurulu... What kind of cultivation is that black robe youth.
The quasi-universe master, that black-robed young man is definitely a quasi-universe master, and probably not a low-level quasi-universe master.
"But even so, I offended Fenglei Sword Sect. The Heavenly Sword Continent is so big, I'm afraid there will be no place for them."