The thirty-third layer of Lihentian, also known as Tianwaitian, is misty and misty, just like a place for the cultivation of sword immortals.
Wang Chuan sat in front of the palace, his eyes closed, his robe fluttering in the wind, his style was outstanding, just like someone outside the world.
Around Zuochuan's body, strands of sword intent flowed around his body, forming a terrible aura around his body. At this moment, when Ye Futian looked at Zuochuan, an illusion faintly appeared, as if What he saw was not a person, but a sword.
He is one with the road, although he is just sitting there peacefully, but he is more dangerous than anyone else.
Wang Chuan, the first person with talent in swordsmanship of Li Heng Tian's younger generation, the most sage, kills all the powers from the emperor realm with one sword.
At this time, he was sitting on the 33rd layer of heaven, waiting for Ye Futian to arrive.
In the other direction, above the steep sword-like ancient peak, there is a towering palace. On the edge, one person stands with his hand holding his hand, bowing his head and looking down into the sky calmly.
Lihen Sword Master, personally watch the battle.
In the void, a sacred beast of Qingluan was suspended in the sky. Xia Qingyu stood on Qingluan and looked down quietly. She witnessed Ye Futian and the others ascending to the 33rd Heaven. Until this moment, Ye Futian had not taken any action.
Ye Wuchen urged the emperor to consume too much sword intent. Otherwise, he alone would be able to set foot on the 33rd Heaven of Lihentian Sword Dao, but after a battle with Lu Cheng, his mental strength was unsustainable, and he would take it for the rest of his life. Taking his position, he walked all the way, no one can stop, a group of five people came here.
This scene seemed a bit familiar, just like when they hit the Jiutian Daochang in the nine heavens, they were like a broken bamboo.
However, the sword cultivators of the Li Hate Heaven, especially the kendo practitioners of the eleventh heaven, are much stronger than the Nine Heavens. After all, Pei Qianying is only one of the disciples of the eleventh heaven of Li Heng, but today's Ye Futian , Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen were also much stronger than they were back then.
In front of Ye Futian and the others, a group of Jian Xiu stood there, blocking the way of Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, and was swept all the way to here. It was obviously not very attractive to Li Hentian, especially today Li Hen Sword Master himself. Under the testimony, Li Hentian was easily pierced by people, as if it really confirmed Ye Futian's words that there is no one under Li Hentian.
The rest of his life stepped forward, the ground shook, and he walked towards the digital sword repairman.
This is the Sword Cultivator in the 33rd Heaven of Li Hentian. Anyone is the top sword Cultivator in the sage realm. The sword intent on their bodies is obviously stronger than the opponents they have encountered before.
I saw that at this moment, one person shot, and then sent a sword towards Yusheng, and with one sword, a thunder and explosion sounded from the sky and the earth, like a rock-shattering shock, shattering people's spiritual will.
This sword is like a avenue of thunder, with the speed of lightning, and the overbearing destructive power of thunder, like a terrible kendo catastrophe. A terrible purple trace appeared in the void, slashing towards Yu Sheng’s burly body, as if in Yu Sheng’s mind A sword light also appeared, trying to cut his spiritual will.
For the rest of his life, the light of the Buddha and the demon flowed, the golden body was immortal, and the horrible sword light slashed, and a loud rumbling sound was heard, and there were cracks in the defenses stronger than the rest of his life, but his body was not affected. , Continue to move forward.
The roaring sound came out, like the sound of a great road, this world turned into a devastating kendo space, and the endless sword light blasted Yu Sheng's body. At this time, the rest of his life only felt that he was in the doomsday sword light, and his spiritual will seemed to be also being kendo. Submerged.
A stream of destruction flowed up his body, the golden body shattered, but there was still a terrible dark golden light flowing above his body. When the horrible swordsmanship hit his body, it was swallowed and demonized a little bit.
"Boom." With a loud noise, Yu Sheng continued to move forward, like a demon, suffocating people.
The sword repaired body in front of him whirled, and the light of the doomsday annihilated the void. In an instant, the world did not know how much sword intent was born. Since the rest of his life was about to swallow the demonization, he let the rules of kendo break the limit of his physical body until it was destroyed from within.
He wanted to see how strong this domineering body could withstand the sword.
"Bang." There was another loud noise, the space was shaking, Yu Sheng took a step forward again, the magic power bloomed in his eyes, Jian Xiu felt only a terrible pressure, as if he was centered on his body , A statue of a demon god appeared, and he was no longer a man, but a demon god.
Jianxiu's face changed slightly, and he saw that a terrifying demon statue appeared around him at this time. The rest of his life stepped out again, and the destructive dark thunder sword burst out of the demon statue, as if it was his previous attack against the rest of his life. , Being demonized by Yu Sheng, even after being integrated into the power of the magic way, the destructive power seems to be stronger.
The world is dim, like a real doomsday sword robbery.
His expression changed slightly, against his own strength, the sword aura continued to be vertical and horizontal, but it was difficult to cut off. In front of him, a large palm print of Buddha and demon covering the sky and the sun collapsed into the void, blasted down, all living beings crawled, and the swordsmanship collapsed and collapsed.
"Boom..." There was a loud noise, and his body was suppressed by the life, and he blasted to the ground. The whole body seemed to be torn, blood stained, and it was horrible.
However, the sword repairmen who followed continued to kill, without the slightest fear, even if they knew they would lose, they would still fight.
Li Hentian thirty-three heaven, they are the holy sword repairers standing on the highest point, they retreat, who will fight.
Ye Futian didn't look below, but stepped forward, alone, towards Jian Xiu who was sitting on the edge of the palace, Ye Futian felt a breath from Zuochuan's body, and the breath of stepping into the holy path with one foot.
On that day, Zuochuan brought his sword to the 33rd Heaven and cut away from the powerhouses of the emperor with a single sword. He felt that Zuochuan had indeed reached the extreme of the sage, and this limit meant that he was extremely close to the holy way.
Perhaps, there is only a thin line, from Zuo Chuan, he can already perceive a ray of holy power.
After the war outside the Summer Palace, many people in Xiahuangjie said that Zuochuan was the first person under Xiahuangjie’s sage, guessing that he could set foot on the 33rd Heaven, but he would be defeated here and defeated. In the hands of Zuochuan.
Although the ending will not be like this, Wang Chuan's strength and character are far beyond what Pei Qianying and Lu Cheng can compare.
At this moment, Zuo Chuan 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 that the sword intent pierced directly into his pupils. It pierced his spiritual will, but he still stood steadily there, his eyes were also looking directly at the opponent.
An extremely depressive aura enveloped this space. Before Zuo Chuan really made a move, Ye Futian felt that he was already in a devastating sword intent. This sword intent was everywhere, wrapping the space around him. Stabbed frantically at his body, his spiritual will.
White hair flying, clothes hunting, making a sharp and harsh sound, it was full of holes in an instant.
Ye Futian continued to step forward, as if not disturbed by the sword intent, and walked towards Wangchuan.
He wanted to see if the ultimate under the holy, the sword repair of Li Heng Tian, which was only one step away from the holy, could threaten him.
With every step taken, the sword intent is increasing crazily, enough to tear everything to pieces. If it were not for Ye Futian but for a pinnacle sage character, I am afraid it would have been turned into endless fragments at this moment.
Mou Chuan looked as usual, calm to the extreme, as if it didn't seem to be facing a threatening battle.
In front of him, there is a peerless evildoer known as Jiu Zhou Wushuang. Even after stepping into the upper realm, he is still a peerless style, which the Emperor Xia and the princess value.
In this battle, he does not seek victory or defeat, but only seeks a clear sword heart and perfect kendo.
"Sword." Mou Chuan uttered a word, which was also the first word the two met. There was no extra words.
The sound fell, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, the sword of heaven and earth, above the sky, countless swords descended, surrounding his body, clamoring loudly, magnificently.
"from."
Another word fell, and the sword of thousands broke through the air in an instant, cut through the air, and separated from the gods.
The swords of the heavens are like the sky falling down. Each of these thousands of swords is like a sacred weapon, tearing through the void, slashing people's souls, and truly contains a sword of sacred power.
Above Ye Futian's body, a piece of ruined tribulation light appeared. With his body as the center, it was like a doomsday. Thousands of tribulation lights erupted at the same time, and each tribulation light was like a sword, colliding with the sword intent that was killed. .
Jian Yi and Jie Guang exploded and destroyed madly, and a shocking scene appeared between the two of them.
The sword intent is not extinguished, and the calamity light is not extinguished. Ye Futian, carrying the Doomsday Tribulation, continues to move forward towards Wangchuan, like walking in the infinite sword intent, like a god.
Zuo Chuan saw Ye Futian move forward step by step, his body slowly floated up, and then his legs crossed there stood straight. Like Ye Futian, he also stepped forward and walked towards Ye Futian like that. It's not like fighting.
But every step of the way out, the destructive power of birth is enough to wipe out the sages under the holy realm, and the two of them seem to have turned into an absolute forbidden place.
Jie Guang and Jian Guang crazily entangled and collided, without any swordsmanship or magical powers, only the simplest confrontation.
Zuo Chuan's entire body glowed with flawless sword light, as if his whole person was integrated into thousands of sword intents and entered a state of profound understanding. In this state, Ye Futian actually felt pressure, and he had an illusion at this time. What he faced was not a half-step holy figure, but a true saint.
"Thanks to the sword to transform three thousand ways." Wang Chuan uttered a voice, his voice fell, and the sword light from the heavens merged into his body. His whole body was more dazzling, seemingly illusory, as if it was no longer an entity, but a sword body.
Thousands of sword light dissipated, and they all merged into Wang Chuan's body, but the sword intent lingering in the heavens and the earth was several times stronger than before, as if a qualitative change had taken place.
The Jieguang around Ye Futian's body was actually suppressed, the Dao pressured the rules, and under the Sword Dao, the rules did not exist.
Wang Chuan borrowed three thousand swords to transform the Tao.
Zuochuan at this time represented kendo.
People are swords and Tao.
He continued to step forward, the sword intent pierced into Ye Futian's body, as if to break his body and cut off his spiritual will!