The thirty-third heaven of Lihentian, also known as the outer sky, has misty clouds and mist, just like the place where sword immortals practice.
Wangchuan was sitting in front of the palace, his eyes closed tightly, his robes fluttering in the wind, his grace was outstanding, like someone from outside the world.
Around Wangchuan, wisps of sword intent flowed around his body, forming a terrifying aura around his body. At this moment, when Ye Futian looked at Wangchuan, he had a vague illusion, as if What he saw was not a person, but a sword.
He is one with the avenue, and although he is just sitting there calmly, he is more dangerous than anyone else.
Wangchuan, the most gifted swordsman among the descendants of Lihentian, is the most powerful person under the emperor, and he can kill all the powerful men in Lihuang Realm with one sword.
At this time, he was sitting in the thirty-third heaven, waiting for Ye Futian to arrive.
In the other direction, on the ancient peak as steep as a sword, there is a towering palace. On the edge, a man stands with his hands behind his back, looking down calmly at the sky.
The Lihen Sword Master watched the battle in person.
In the void, a Qingluan Holy Beast was suspended in the sky. Xia Qingyuan stood on Qingluan and looked down quietly. She witnessed Ye Futian and the others ascending to the thirty-third heaven. Until this moment, Ye Futian had not made a move.
Ye Wuchen's effort to activate the Human Emperor's Sword Intent was too great, otherwise, he alone would be able to step onto the thirty-third level of the Lihentian Sword Path. However, after his battle with Lu Cheng, his own mental strength could not be sustained, and he would continue to suffer for the rest of his life. After taking his position and clearing the way, no one could stop him. A group of five people arrived here.
This scene seemed a bit familiar, just like when they entered the ninth level of the Nine Heavens Dojo, and their momentum was overwhelming.
However, the sword cultivators in Lihen Heaven, especially those in the last eleventh heaven, are much more powerful than those in the ninth heaven. After all, Pei Qianying is only one of the eleven disciples in Lihen Heaven, but today’s Ye Futian , Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen are also much stronger than before.
In front of Ye Futian and the others, a group of sword cultivators stood there, blocking the way of Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. They were swept and beaten all the way to here. It was obviously not a good look for Lihentian, especially today, the master of Lihen Sword was in person. In the witness situation, Lihentian was easily penetrated by others, which seemed to truly confirm Ye Futian's words, there is no one under Lihentian.
Yu Sheng stepped forward, the ground shook, and he walked towards the sword cultivators.
These are sword cultivators from the 33rd level of Lihentian. Any one of them is the top sword cultivator in the sage realm. The sword intent in them is obviously stronger than the opponents they have encountered before.
At this moment, a man took action and drew his sword towards Yu Sheng. When the sword came out, there was a thunderous explosion in the sky and the earth, which was like a rock-shattering shock, shattering people's spirit and will.
This sword was like a great thunder tribulation, with the speed of lightning. The overbearing destructive power of thunder was like a terrible kendo tribulation. Terrible purple traces appeared in the void, slashing towards Yu Sheng's burly body. In Yu Sheng's mind, it seemed as if A sword light also appeared, trying to cut off his spiritual will.
The light of the Buddha and the devil circulated on Yu Sheng's body, and the golden body was immortal. The terrifying sword light came and killed, and a loud bang was heard. Cracks appeared in Yu Sheng's defense, but his body was not affected. , continue to move forward.
The roaring sound came out, just like the sound of the great road, the world turned into a destroyed sword space, and the endless sword light blasted towards Yu Sheng's body. At this time, Yu Sheng only felt that he was in the doomsday sword light, and his spiritual will seemed to be destroyed by the sword light. submerged.
Streams of destructive air flowed over his body, and the golden body was shattered, but the terrifying dark golden light still flowed over his body. When the terrifying sword attack hit his body, he was devoured and demonized bit by bit.
"Boom." There was a loud noise, and Yu Sheng continued to walk forward, like a demon god, suffocating people.
The body of the sword cultivator in front of him was spinning, and the light of doom annihilated the void. In an instant, countless sword intentions were born in the world. Since he wanted to devour demons for the rest of his life, he let the rules of the sword break the limits of his body until it was destroyed from within.
He wanted to see how much powerful swordsmanship this domineering body could withstand.
"Bang." There was another loud noise, and the space shook. Yu Sheng took another step forward. Demonic power bloomed in his eyes. The swordsman only felt a terrifying oppressive force, as if centered around his body. , a statue of a demon god appeared, and he was no longer facing a human being, but a demon god.
The sword cultivator's face changed slightly, and he saw that terrifying demon statues seemed to appear around him at this time. Yu Sheng took another step forward, and the dark thunder sword of destruction erupted from the demon statue, as if it was the attack he had used against Yu Sheng before. , was demonized by Yu Sheng, and even seemed to be more destructive after incorporating the power of the devil.
The world is dark, like a real doomsday sword tribulation.
His expression changed slightly, and against his own strength, the sword energy continued in all directions, but it was difficult to kill. In front of him, a big palm seal of the Buddha and the demon that covered the sky collapsed in the void, and blasted down. All living beings were crawling, and the sword path collapsed and collapsed.
"Boom..." With a loud noise, his body was suppressed and fell to the ground. His whole body seemed to be torn apart, covered in blood, and it was too miserable to look at.
However, the sword cultivators from behind continued to attack without any fear. Even though they knew they would lose, they still fought.
On the thirty-third level of Lihen Heaven, they are the Sword Cultivators under the Holy Spirit standing at the highest point. If they retreat, who will fight
Ye Futian did not look down, but stepped forward, walking alone towards the sword cultivator sitting on the edge of the palace. Ye Futian felt an aura from Wang Chuan's body, and stepped into the aura of the holy way with one foot.
That day, Wang Chuan carried his sword down to the thirty-third heaven and killed all the powerful men from the Imperial Realm with one sword. He felt that Wang Chuan had indeed reached the ultimate level of the Holy Emperor. This limit meant that he was extremely close to the Holy Path.
Perhaps, there was only a thin line between him and he could already sense a ray of holy power from Wang Chuan.
After the battle outside the Xia Emperor Palace, many people in the Xia Emperor Realm claimed that Wang Chuan was already the number one person under the Emperor Xia Emperor Realm. They speculated that he could set foot on the thirty-third heaven, but would fail here and be defeated. In Wangchuan's hands.
Although the outcome will not be like this, Wangchuan's strength and character are far beyond what Pei Qianying, Lu Cheng and his like can match.
At this moment, Wangchuan opened his eyes and looked at Ye Futian. His eyes contained a terrifying sword intent. When he looked at Ye Futian, Ye Futian suddenly felt a sword intent piercing directly into his pupils. It pierced his mental will, but he still stood there firmly, looking directly at the other person.
An extremely oppressive aura enveloped the space. Before Wang Chuan could really take action, Ye Futian felt that he was already in the midst of a destructive sword intent. This sword intent was everywhere, wrapping the space around him. Crazy stabbing at his body and his spiritual will.
His white hair was flying, his clothes were ragged, he made a sharp and piercing sound, and he was riddled with holes in an instant.
Ye Futian continued to step forward, as if he was not disturbed by the sword's intention, and just walked towards Wangchuan.
He wanted to see if Lihentian Sword Cultivator, who was the most powerful person under the Holy Spirit and was only one step away from the Holy Spirit, could threaten him.
With every step he took, the sword's intention was increasing crazily, enough to tear everything into pieces. If it weren't for Ye Futian but a peak sage figure, it would have been turned into endless fragments at this moment.
Wangchuan looked as usual, extremely calm, as if he was not facing a threatening battle at all.
In front of him was a peerless evildoer who was said to be unparalleled in Kyushu. Even after stepping into the upper world, he was still peerless and elegant, and Emperor Xia and the princess valued him.
In this battle, he does not seek victory or defeat, he only seeks a clear heart and flawless swordsmanship.
"Sword." Wang Chuan uttered one word, which was also the first word the two met. There were no unnecessary words.
As the voice fell, the sword energy spread across the sky, and countless swords descended from the sky, surrounding his body, clanking, and it was a spectacular sight.
"Leave."
Another word fell, and thousands of swords broke through the air in an instant, cutting off the sky and leaving the gods.
The swordsmanship of the heavens is like the falling of the heavenly river. Each of these thousands of swords is like a holy weapon, tearing the void and killing people's souls. It truly contains a ray of holy power.
Above Ye Futian's body, a piece of destructive calamity light appeared. With his body as the center, like the end of the world, thousands of calamity lights erupted at the same time. Each calamity light was like a sword, colliding with the killing sword intent. .
The sword intent and robbery light exploded and destroyed crazily, and a horrifying scene appeared between the two bodies.
The sword's intention is not extinguished, and the calamity light is immortal. Ye Futian carries the doomsday calamity and continues to move forward towards Wangchuan, as if he is walking in the infinite sword's intention, like a god.
Wang Chuan saw Ye Futian moving forward step by step. His body slowly floated up, and then he stood up straight with his legs crossed. Like Ye Futian, he also stepped forward and walked towards Ye Futian. The two of them seemed to It's not like fighting.
But with every step he took, the destructive power born was enough to wipe out the sages under the holy realm. It was like an absolute forbidden land between their bodies.
The tribulation light and the sword light were entangled and collided crazily. There was no swordsmanship or magical power, just the simplest confrontation.
Wangchuan's whole body bloomed with flawless sword light, as if he had merged into thousands of sword intentions and entered a state of enlightenment. In this state, Ye Futian actually felt pressure. He had an illusion that at this time What he faced was not a figure who was half-stepping into the realm of saints, but a true saint.
"Borrow the sword for three thousand transformations." A voice came out of Wang Chuan's mouth. After his words fell, the sword light from the heavens merged into his body, and his whole body became even more dazzling, as if it were virtual and illusory, as if it was no longer an entity, but a sword body.
Thousands of sword lights dissipated and merged into Wang Chuan's body, but the sword intent lingering between heaven and earth was several times stronger than before, as if a qualitative change had occurred.
The calamity light around Ye Futian's body was actually suppressed, and the rules were suppressed. Under the sword, the rules did not exist.
Wangchuan borrowed three thousand swords to transform into Taoism.
At this time, Wangchuan represents the way of swordsmanship.
Use people as swords and as Tao.
He continued to move forward, the sword intent piercing Ye Futian's body, as if to break his body and cut off his spiritual will!
(End of chapter)