Yang Beiming's sword shadow is like a light sword, very solid, and exudes an indescribable pressure.

One hand after another, billions of sword shadows gathered into a long river, like the river of destiny, only seeing in front of you, no end.

Hundreds of sword shadows are in a row, making this sword river very wide. The stars passing along the way are also illuminated by the sword river, making them dazzling and beautiful.

Before Yang Beiming appeared, as soon as the sword river came out, countless creatures breathed rapidly.

Everyone has heard of Yang Beiming, but how many creatures have actually seen him?

"Is that the sword river of the sword god..."

Emperor Tian murmured at the distance of Jianhe, who often heard the God Emperor mention Yang Beiming.

The God Emperor had a high evaluation of Yang Beiming, saying: "In this era, the most likely person to become a saint is Yang Beiming, who crosses the starry sky with billions of sword rivers."

This sentence is equivalent to placing Yang Beiming as the most powerful person in the world in the Three Thousand Worlds.

So when he heard that Yang Beiming was coming to the sword to pick Qin Xian Realm, he hurried over to watch the battle.

Although he does not specialize in swordsmanship, he may be able to understand something.

Even Emperor Tianwu is like this, not to mention the geniuses such as An Ruming and Yun Yinjie.

In the other direction, Mo Xuanzi, who was rescued from the prison by Qin Jun, also slipped over. While flying, he looked at the Jianhe in the distance.

"So spectacular... what kind of mana do you need to have to be so squandered?"

Mo Xuanzi sighed that he came to the Qin Immortal Realm, one for Yang Beiming, and the other for Qin Jun.

When he heard that Emperor Qin Tian sent his subordinates to kill Wei Yue one after another, Chen Wuji's eyes almost fell down.

Sure enough, after being imprisoned for hundreds of years, the world has really changed.

In addition to what he saw and heard in the prison, he came to watch the battle.

He didn't think Yang Beiming would definitely win.

Qin Jun’s subordinates are too strong, and in addition to that, there is the mysterious death as the trump card.

At the same time, a sharp sword intent soared into the sky from behind the sword river.

It's like ruler of the world!

Look down on the people!

All living beings felt a huge shock in their minds, and their eyes were all looking at a certain place in the Jianhe River.

There is a figure standing proudly there, which is Yang Beiming.

Yang Beiming put his hands behind his waist, his robe stimulating with the wind, and his master's posture was fully displayed.

Anyone who sees him will feel awe in his heart.

This is the Sword God!

Observe the momentum and know that it is invincible!

"The Sword God is here! Here is here!"

"Hiss-Yang Beiming...I finally saw him with my own eyes!"

"There is no sun in the universe, Beiming... After I go back, I can blow for ten thousand years!"

"The sword intent is so strong, it is almost impossible for me to reach, and I dare not even think about it."

"How strong is Yang Beiming's cultivation? This sense of oppression..."

When the creatures talked, they were all amazed at Yang Beiming's power.

Even though he had not taken action, the momentum and sword intent alone gave people a sense of mighty power.

Di Tianwu narrowed his eyes, a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "This kind of courage... is exactly what I want to pursue."

Yang Beiming's aura is not introverted or arrogant, and there is a kind of pride that only he is in the Three Thousand Worlds.

The crazy baby was also shocked by Yang Beiming's sword intent. He touched his chin and thought, "I didn't expect that besides those two monsters, there are such powerful people in the world."

With his eyes, this sword god probably has already entered the holy realm with half his feet.

Holy Land!

That is the realm where crazy kids are crazy about.

Only by becoming a saint can one never die and truly live forever.

But it's so difficult to become a sanctified...

Yang Beiming was focused by countless eyes, his face remained unchanged, and his eyes were staring at Qin Xianjie.

"The four saints show their holy signs, no wonder Emperor Qin Tian was able to be unscrupulous."

Yang Beiming murmured to himself, seeing through the number of saints in the Qin Immortal Realm at a glance, which shows how high his cultivation is.

Even though he knew that there were four saints, he still did not stop.

The billions of sword river continue to move forward.

call out--

A sound of breaking through the air flew out of the Qin Immortal Realm, and it was Luo Shixin.

He was covered in murderous aura, holding the Qilin Overlord Spear in his hand, flew over the city gate, looked at Yang Beiming and shouted: "You are Yang Beiming!"

Yang Beiming's expression was still indifferent, and he whispered: "Why do you need to talk about the karma?"

He spoke lightly, but his voice resounded throughout the starry sky and clearly penetrated into the ears of all living beings.

Even the creatures in the Qin Immortal Realm heard it.

Qin Jun, who was passing the tribulation, couldn't help but raise his hand and put his middle finger in the direction where the sound came.

This guy is really good to pretend.

boom!

Another thunder struck down, landing on Qin Jun's extreme flame demon god, which made him grin. If this thunder fell on the ordinary Taiyi Xuanxian, it would have to be destroyed both body and spirit.

Luo Shixin was instantly stimulated by Yang Beiming's words and immediately took a shot and went to kill him.

He was in the late stage of the Saint Realm, and his speed was so fast.

Holding the gun in one hand, his aura was like a rainbow, like a huge tornado passing through the starry sky. The creatures approaching along the way were directly blown out, screaming loudly.

Yang Beiming suddenly narrowed his eyes, his eyes were extremely sharp, and the sword river behind him soared.

Billions of sword shadows were floating behind him, pointing directly at Luo Shixin, like a sun with a diameter of hundreds of thousands of feet, extremely spectacular, shocking the hearts of every creature.

Standing on the stone sword, Yang Beiming's hands still did not put down from behind his waist.

"Suffer to die!"

Luo Shixin smiled grimly, as he saw a shot coming, Yang Beiming still had not avoided him, nor did he pick up the stone sword under his feet.

Yang Beiming suddenly opened his mouth, and a sword intent shot out from his mouth, quickly solidified and lengthened, turning into a giant sword that was hundreds of feet long, tearing apart the space and directly hitting Luo Shixin's Qilin Overlord Gun.

when--

The guns and swords attacked each other, making countless creatures feel heart-wrenching, and no one dared to blink, for fear of missing any exciting clip.

Luo Shixin's face suddenly changed drastically, and he saw the hundred-foot giant sword suddenly double, and the sword power also increased.

The next second, Luo Shixin was directly washed back, and the hundred-foot giant sword exploded and turned into countless sword energy, swept in all directions, and the surrounding planets were even shattered.

Yang Beiming continued to move forward, and the billions of sword shadows behind him were scattered in a circle, like a huge Haori, sacred and inviolable.

Luo Shixin flew backwards 70 million miles away before he stabilized himself. He pressed his chest with his left hand and held the Kirin Overlord Spear tightly in his right hand, his face full of fear.

"The holy realm is perfect!"

Luo Shixin gritted his teeth and said word by word. The moment Yang Beiming's sword intent exploded, he was in a daze.

Yang Beiming did not answer, and continued to fly with billions of sword shadows. His eyes no longer looked at Luo Shixin, but Qin Xianjie.

"You can't."

Yang Beiming whispered softly, although his tone was not sarcastic, the more indifferent Luo Shixin became more unhappy.

"You're so fart!"

Luo Shixin cursed rudely, and he took the gun again, and the fire of the Qilin instantly overflowed from his body and turned into a black Qilin, wrapping Luo Shixin.

As the ancestor of Qilin, how could he tolerate his failure?
Chapter completed!