Chapter 341 The world respects the sword fairy, but there is a way of longevity
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Mu Xiao San Sheng
There are tens of thousands of sword cultivators in the world, but only Li Muyang is worthy of the title of "Sword Immortal".
The rest of the sword masters who are famous all over the world humble themselves as "Sword Lords" and dare not have the same name as the Sword Immortal.
Li Muyang has been standing at the foot of Ziyun Mountain for some time, and it must be a process to reshape Jianxin and climb to the Shenqiao.
Millions of spiritual swords clanged and clanged, and the sword energy traveled thousands of miles across, shocking all living beings in the world.
Swah——
There was a purple gold sword coming from the southwest, piercing through the void, leaving a long sword mark, causing the expressions of many monks around to change slightly, and they exclaimed: "Xiyan Sword Lord's saber!"
A middle-aged man in a purple gown followed the purple gold sword and landed on the ground.
The person who came was Qin Pingyan, the top master of the main branch of the Western Border, a sword master at the peak of Mahayana.
Looking up at the Mantian Lingjian, he vaguely felt the power of the supreme sword in the void. Qin Pingyan's eyes showed a bit of shock, and then he looked at the sword fairy standing in front of him, bowed down to salute in awe .
Hearing that the Sword Immortal was about to ascend the Dao again, Qin Pingyan put aside all matters and crossed countless star seas just to witness.As soon as he arrived in Dizhou, he felt that his sword was a little unstable, and the closer he was to Ziyun Mountain, the more serious the situation was.
Suddenly, the Zijin sword came out of its sheath autonomously and came at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye, becoming a part of the sea of swords.
"Even the sword of the Sword Lord has to go on a pilgrimage. No one in the world can match the power of Chang Geng's Sword Immortal."
Everyone was amazed, and this scene was deeply engraved in their minds.
"The sword sponge stretches for millions of miles, what kind of power is needed!"
Even a great monk standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship can't help feeling ashamed.They looked at the back of Sword Immortal Chang Gung, as if they were looking up at an unclimbable mountain.
"I was lucky enough to witness the battle of Ziyun Mountain ten thousand years ago, and now I can witness it again. It is really a blessing in life!"
An old man is located 3000 million miles north of Ziyun Mountain, chatting with a group of juniors, stroking his beard, his eyes full of awe of the sword fairy.
"In this era, he is the pinnacle of swordsmanship."
Another strong swordsman appeared, and his own sword also flew into the sea of clouds uncontrollably.
With the passage of time, many old men appeared near Ziyun Mountain, and any one picked out at random, placed in their respective territories, is a figure who is as good as the sky.
"In today's world, he is the only one who dares to argue with the world."
Creatures in the world are no longer qualified to cook wine and discuss swords with Chang Geng Sword Immortal.His swordsmanship is above the world, but it has not reached the other side.
Among the crowd, an inconspicuous man in black appeared.
It was Chen Qingyuan.
After running all the way, I finally arrived.
Standing in the distance, looking at the sword fairy's back, Chen Qingyuan clenched his hands subconsciously, and murmured: "I hope the sword fairy can survive this calamity."
With a casual glance, Chen Qingyuan could see the important figures who had appeared at the Baimai Feast, and he was a little nervous.
Many young evildoers in Dizhou followed their elders to witness the supreme demeanor of the sword fairy.
Sword Immortal Chang Gung seemed to be petrified, standing in place without moving.
He didn't move, and no one dared to make too much noise, let alone come forward to talk to him.
In this territory, the sound of sword chanting echoes continuously, and there is not a single cloud in countless miles.
It has been going on for several months, and the sword fairy finally made a move.
He slowly raised his right hand and tapped his index finger lightly.
"Om-"
From the loess under your feet, golden lotuses arise.
In just a short moment, there are tens of thousands of golden lotus feet springing from the ground, and a cloud of auspicious clouds suddenly appears above the nine heavens, with three thousand streams of light hanging down from the cloth.
After the baptism of Xiaguang, Sword Immortal's lame injury healed in a few breaths, the tattered cloth clothes he was wearing turned into a blue brocade robe, his messy hair danced softly, and the wrinkles on his face were a little less. The black pupils are like abysses, and they are not angry and majestic.
"Zheng!"
The black broken sword beside him rose suddenly, and the sword light surged straight into the sky.
tick-
A ray of white light flashed, and the sword fairy cut his index finger, and a few drops of blood oozed out and fell on the broken sword.
Immediately afterwards, the broken sword was repeated, with a total length of three feet.
The name of the sword - Guiyang.
Strange patterns are engraved on the body of the sword, the whole body is pitch black, containing the power of the scorching sun.
At this moment, Sword Immortal Chang Gung was truly awakened.
His cultivation is still at the peak of the Mahayana, and he has not yet climbed the Shenqiao.However, the power of a sword is enough to crush countless strong men in the world.With a glance, all the heroes present were shocked.
"Meet the sword fairy!"
The leading digital swordsmen bowed and saluted unanimously.
"Sword Fairy!"
Then, voices of respect came from all directions, echoing between the heaven and the earth, and lingered for a long time.
Among the crowd, Chen Qingyuan saw the true face of the sword fairy, as if he was staring at a huge sword piercing the heavens and the earth. He was very heroic, like a god. Feel.
"If you want to fight again, are you really not afraid?"
A white-haired old man, sitting on a green bull, came from a distance.
Most people couldn't recognize the old man and looked sideways with puzzled eyes.
"The pessimistic old immortal!"
A very few old guys recognized it, and there was a bit of surprise and fear in their words.
The ancestor of the top sect in the Imperial State lived for nearly 3 years, and his strength is so strong that he can be called the first in the world.
"What is there to be afraid of?"
The sword fairy stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the old man sitting on the back of the green bull, and said calmly.
The two are old acquaintances, not enemies, nor friends.
"You are still young, at least you have ten thousand years to live. If you climb a mountain and fight against the sky, you will be close to death."
The old man's voice was hoarse.
"Fight against the sky, even die without regret."
Jianxian raised his eyes and looked at the sky, without a trace of nervousness on his face, he smiled lightly.
"Well said, it's not like I'm greedy for life and afraid of death."
When I was young, I was not afraid of anything, barefoot was not afraid of wearing shoes, and I was desperate at every turn.Now I have too many things, but I don't have that passion.
"Everyone in the world is mortal, and no one can escape this catastrophe. Even if you use various methods, at most you can live a few more years. Living in a dark corner, it is better to face the matter of life and death openly, and try to make life as long as possible." Pity."
As early as ten thousand years ago, Chang Gung Sword Immortal was not afraid of death and dared to draw his sword to the sky.
Now, it is the same.
"Everyone understands the truth, but when they really have to make a choice, they are still timid, afraid to live in the sun, and just want to live a few more days."
The old man Qingniu seldom showed his face, hiding in the dark and surviving.
Today's appearance is because he has exhausted all kinds of methods and cannot continue to prolong his life.Therefore, he decided to come in person, take a look at the prosperity of this world before he died, and witness this battle that will surely be recorded in the annals of history.
"You're almost at your end."
Jianxian saw that the old man's physical condition was very bad.
"Yes!"
The old man let out a long sigh.
"Is there a way to live forever on the road to the Great Dao?"
Then, the old man raised his head and looked at the sky, his cloudy eyes showed a bit of longing, and he trembled.
Ask heaven and earth, is there a way to live forever in the world.
The rest of the sword masters who are famous all over the world humble themselves as "Sword Lords" and dare not have the same name as the Sword Immortal.
Li Muyang has been standing at the foot of Ziyun Mountain for some time, and it must be a process to reshape Jianxin and climb to the Shenqiao.
Millions of spiritual swords clanged and clanged, and the sword energy traveled thousands of miles across, shocking all living beings in the world.
Swah——
There was a purple gold sword coming from the southwest, piercing through the void, leaving a long sword mark, causing the expressions of many monks around to change slightly, and they exclaimed: "Xiyan Sword Lord's saber!"
A middle-aged man in a purple gown followed the purple gold sword and landed on the ground.
The person who came was Qin Pingyan, the top master of the main branch of the Western Border, a sword master at the peak of Mahayana.
Looking up at the Mantian Lingjian, he vaguely felt the power of the supreme sword in the void. Qin Pingyan's eyes showed a bit of shock, and then he looked at the sword fairy standing in front of him, bowed down to salute in awe .
Hearing that the Sword Immortal was about to ascend the Dao again, Qin Pingyan put aside all matters and crossed countless star seas just to witness.As soon as he arrived in Dizhou, he felt that his sword was a little unstable, and the closer he was to Ziyun Mountain, the more serious the situation was.
Suddenly, the Zijin sword came out of its sheath autonomously and came at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye, becoming a part of the sea of swords.
"Even the sword of the Sword Lord has to go on a pilgrimage. No one in the world can match the power of Chang Geng's Sword Immortal."
Everyone was amazed, and this scene was deeply engraved in their minds.
"The sword sponge stretches for millions of miles, what kind of power is needed!"
Even a great monk standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship can't help feeling ashamed.They looked at the back of Sword Immortal Chang Gung, as if they were looking up at an unclimbable mountain.
"I was lucky enough to witness the battle of Ziyun Mountain ten thousand years ago, and now I can witness it again. It is really a blessing in life!"
An old man is located 3000 million miles north of Ziyun Mountain, chatting with a group of juniors, stroking his beard, his eyes full of awe of the sword fairy.
"In this era, he is the pinnacle of swordsmanship."
Another strong swordsman appeared, and his own sword also flew into the sea of clouds uncontrollably.
With the passage of time, many old men appeared near Ziyun Mountain, and any one picked out at random, placed in their respective territories, is a figure who is as good as the sky.
"In today's world, he is the only one who dares to argue with the world."
Creatures in the world are no longer qualified to cook wine and discuss swords with Chang Geng Sword Immortal.His swordsmanship is above the world, but it has not reached the other side.
Among the crowd, an inconspicuous man in black appeared.
It was Chen Qingyuan.
After running all the way, I finally arrived.
Standing in the distance, looking at the sword fairy's back, Chen Qingyuan clenched his hands subconsciously, and murmured: "I hope the sword fairy can survive this calamity."
With a casual glance, Chen Qingyuan could see the important figures who had appeared at the Baimai Feast, and he was a little nervous.
Many young evildoers in Dizhou followed their elders to witness the supreme demeanor of the sword fairy.
Sword Immortal Chang Gung seemed to be petrified, standing in place without moving.
He didn't move, and no one dared to make too much noise, let alone come forward to talk to him.
In this territory, the sound of sword chanting echoes continuously, and there is not a single cloud in countless miles.
It has been going on for several months, and the sword fairy finally made a move.
He slowly raised his right hand and tapped his index finger lightly.
"Om-"
From the loess under your feet, golden lotuses arise.
In just a short moment, there are tens of thousands of golden lotus feet springing from the ground, and a cloud of auspicious clouds suddenly appears above the nine heavens, with three thousand streams of light hanging down from the cloth.
After the baptism of Xiaguang, Sword Immortal's lame injury healed in a few breaths, the tattered cloth clothes he was wearing turned into a blue brocade robe, his messy hair danced softly, and the wrinkles on his face were a little less. The black pupils are like abysses, and they are not angry and majestic.
"Zheng!"
The black broken sword beside him rose suddenly, and the sword light surged straight into the sky.
tick-
A ray of white light flashed, and the sword fairy cut his index finger, and a few drops of blood oozed out and fell on the broken sword.
Immediately afterwards, the broken sword was repeated, with a total length of three feet.
The name of the sword - Guiyang.
Strange patterns are engraved on the body of the sword, the whole body is pitch black, containing the power of the scorching sun.
At this moment, Sword Immortal Chang Gung was truly awakened.
His cultivation is still at the peak of the Mahayana, and he has not yet climbed the Shenqiao.However, the power of a sword is enough to crush countless strong men in the world.With a glance, all the heroes present were shocked.
"Meet the sword fairy!"
The leading digital swordsmen bowed and saluted unanimously.
"Sword Fairy!"
Then, voices of respect came from all directions, echoing between the heaven and the earth, and lingered for a long time.
Among the crowd, Chen Qingyuan saw the true face of the sword fairy, as if he was staring at a huge sword piercing the heavens and the earth. He was very heroic, like a god. Feel.
"If you want to fight again, are you really not afraid?"
A white-haired old man, sitting on a green bull, came from a distance.
Most people couldn't recognize the old man and looked sideways with puzzled eyes.
"The pessimistic old immortal!"
A very few old guys recognized it, and there was a bit of surprise and fear in their words.
The ancestor of the top sect in the Imperial State lived for nearly 3 years, and his strength is so strong that he can be called the first in the world.
"What is there to be afraid of?"
The sword fairy stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the old man sitting on the back of the green bull, and said calmly.
The two are old acquaintances, not enemies, nor friends.
"You are still young, at least you have ten thousand years to live. If you climb a mountain and fight against the sky, you will be close to death."
The old man's voice was hoarse.
"Fight against the sky, even die without regret."
Jianxian raised his eyes and looked at the sky, without a trace of nervousness on his face, he smiled lightly.
"Well said, it's not like I'm greedy for life and afraid of death."
When I was young, I was not afraid of anything, barefoot was not afraid of wearing shoes, and I was desperate at every turn.Now I have too many things, but I don't have that passion.
"Everyone in the world is mortal, and no one can escape this catastrophe. Even if you use various methods, at most you can live a few more years. Living in a dark corner, it is better to face the matter of life and death openly, and try to make life as long as possible." Pity."
As early as ten thousand years ago, Chang Gung Sword Immortal was not afraid of death and dared to draw his sword to the sky.
Now, it is the same.
"Everyone understands the truth, but when they really have to make a choice, they are still timid, afraid to live in the sun, and just want to live a few more days."
The old man Qingniu seldom showed his face, hiding in the dark and surviving.
Today's appearance is because he has exhausted all kinds of methods and cannot continue to prolong his life.Therefore, he decided to come in person, take a look at the prosperity of this world before he died, and witness this battle that will surely be recorded in the annals of history.
"You're almost at your end."
Jianxian saw that the old man's physical condition was very bad.
"Yes!"
The old man let out a long sigh.
"Is there a way to live forever on the road to the Great Dao?"
Then, the old man raised his head and looked at the sky, his cloudy eyes showed a bit of longing, and he trembled.
Ask heaven and earth, is there a way to live forever in the world.
