"This is the breath of the dragon? Boy, who are you, what is the purpose of coming to my Saint Sun Sect?"
The hoarse Cangmu's voice sounded again, this time obviously with a touch of horror and murder.
"I came to Shengyangzong to fetch something, to condense the demon soul jade."
Qin Shaoyang smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and a strong war spirit gradually rose in his eyes.
"But now I have changed my mind, don't you want to have another real duel with Shura Sword Art?"
"There is no need to use you to help me improve, I can play with you now."
While speaking, Qin Shaoyang directly urged the body of the dragon soul.
A crimson dragon soul phantom appeared in the void behind him, and the dragon soul merged into his body again in the next instant.
The pitch-black eyes were completely red, and their pupils shrank instantly like a dragon's eye, and a majestic coercion like an ancient dragon spread.
The long red hair entwined with flames went without wind, and the fire lotus bloomed under his feet, baking the earth like scorched earth.
Qin Shaoyang waved his hand and stepped into the void.
"Along the way, I heard others say that your swordsmanship has reached its peak, and my ears have become calloused. I also want to see if your old guy is not worthy of your name."
When the voice fell, there was a ripple in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the avatar swept a hundred meters away, and went straight to the deep depth of the deep darkness.
"A human being will have the breath of a dragon?"
"Hahaha, my sword mad must see and see today, what the hell is going on with you weird!"
In the darkness, the old voice made a harsh laugh, and at the same time, a golden phantom sword aura quickly popped out.
The golden and transparent sword aura grew with the wind, and as it approached Qin Shaoyang, it skyrocketed to a height of ten meters.
Like a giant sword of the gods, with the power to slay everything.
"The sword splits the universe."
Qin Shaoyang didn't fear at all, the Broken Sword Judgment raised his head high, the flames of his whole body wrapped around it, and he slashed down at the golden big sword that burst out.
As the broken sword fell, the flame sword aura skyrocketed, and when the sword was halfway through, it also extended a ten-meter giant.
"boom."
Two huge sword auras suddenly collided. The dull sound is exploding, and power is scattered, sweeping all things.
The piercing sword sound and the hot sea of fire disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Between heaven and earth, only a sense of silence remained.
"Boom."
When the flames rose again, Qin Shaoyang did not stop, and rushed to the dark abyss again, about to hit the bottom.
And at this time, he finally saw clearly that at the end of the abyss, an array that stretched for a full 100 meters exudes a bright light.
In the middle of the formation, the thin old man in a ruined robe sat cross-legged. At this moment, the muddy old eyes suddenly brightened, staring closely at Qin Shaoyang, who was frightened by the sky.
"I didn't expect that I could still see this Shura sword art reappearing in this life."
The old man in the formation murmured, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was narrating to Qin Shaoyang who had come from Taxu.
"The swordsmanship in this world is the best, I only recognize the three swordsmen of the Promise sword pavilion, and the four men of the Shura sword master of the Shura Sect."
"Today, you will act for Asura Sword Sovereign and compete with me."
The next moment, Jian Kuang got up slowly, and suddenly pulled one hand toward the ground under his feet.
A dilapidated broken sword broke through the ground under the foot and fell into Jian Kuang's hands.
The broken sword was only a foot long, and it was full of gaps, with layers of rotten rust.
"You just use this to fight me?"
Qin Shaoyang raised his brows slightly, and had to say that this sword was too shabby. It can't even be called a sword anymore, it is more accurate to call it a wreck.
However, as soon as the voice fell, Qin Shaoyang's eyes instantly became serious.
I saw the broken sword full of rust. When the sword was held in the hand by the sword mad, the light suddenly released, and countless pieces of the sword body seemed to be summoned from the black soil under the feet, and they continued to fly out of the ground.
Countless fragments of the sword body flew out from the black soil under the feet, and quickly gathered towards the broken sword, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a long sword with a whole body of pitch black, revealing countless sharp edges.
Broken Sword Recast
Seeing Qin Shaoyang's mouth chuckles here.
"The breath in you is really puzzling, but the old man today doesn't care about the origin of your power. I only care about the old man, my own kendo thirteen, and the nine Shura styles. Which one is stronger and weaker? ."
Jian Kuang's clothes were in tatters, and his long, rotten white hair danced in the wind with his sword aura. He would have been like a candle in the wind before tomorrow, but at this moment, he was full of boldness, like a world alone. Proud king.
"Fantasy Sword Formation."
Jian Kuang slammed his palm under the ground, and the huge array under his feet suddenly gave out a glare of glare.
Dozens of spirit swords levitated into the air, leaving a trail of shocks in the air, shooting Qin Shaoyang randomly from all directions.
The spirit swords crossed each other, tearing the air, engulfing the endless sword force, and falling crazily.
"Sword Thirteen? I also want to see and see."
Qin Shaoyang's voice was indifferent, his hands clenched the broken sword to judge, and he slammed into the ground in front of him.
Storm Yinglong's dragon soul phantom suddenly appeared behind him, and inside the cave, the gang wind gathered crazily towards Qin Shaoyang.
In an instant, a completely solid circular wind shield was formed, covering Qin Shaoyang's body.
Those extremely sharp spirit swords shot frantically on it, dinging and banging, but they couldn't break the wind shield at all.
"Break it for me."
In the wind and gang, Qin Shaoyang slashed out with a sharp sword, engulfing the sword aura of the endless gang wind, with the power of sweeping the world, crashed into those spirit swords.
When the spirit sword fell, Qin Shaoyang stepped forward violently. The figure suddenly became illusory.
A pillar of fire rose into the sky.
The next moment, his whole body was burning with flames, like a fire dragon that soared into the sky, rushing madly at a sword a hundred meters away.
"Good job, since you used the sword to transform the dragon into shape, I will compare it with you."
Jian Kuang couldn't help showing no fear at all, but he was extremely excited, his wrist turned, and the weird black remnant sword flickered in front of him.
The air suddenly made a crisp sound, as if this circle of agitation had cut the space apart.
A domineering sword aura spurted out from the sudden sword circle.
That sword aura seemed to have independent thinking. Just like a dragon going out to sea, he rushed forward.
The two sword forces collided again, the sword aura and the fire wave violently spread, and the entire mountain shook violently.
On the ground, a conical deep gully was shocking.
At the forefront of the cone-shaped deep gully, the sword stood proudly, and the originally thin face now had a trace of ruddy, and his face was quite energetic.
If it weren't for the tattered clothes to be too eye-catching, the sword mad at this time is definitely full of the demeanor of an outsider.
Jian Kuang raised his eyes and looked at the rubble ruins at the end of the cone-shaped deep gully. He stood on the edge of the circle and smiled coldly.
"Boy, although your cultivation has reached the late stage of the Supreme Venerable, it is too far from the old man and I. I have now realized that the realm of swords is a strong one in the half-step king realm.