Chapter 120: The word "美" in the Tao, the Shuixing Sword Saint!

With this strange force born, the power and will of heaven and earth that descended was like a boat that fell into a whirlpool in the sea, torn to pieces.

Bo--

At the same time, this purple and white whirlpool was also broken.

call out--

In an instant, Lu Qing's figure appeared again and vomited blood. The sword bones that were originally repaired instantly broke open again. This time it was even more thorough. Almost every sword bone was shattered. If Lu Qing's own Bai Ling sword body was not solid enough, it would be difficult to stand at this moment.

"The Thirty-Six Swords of Dayan!" The purple "color" figure did not take action again, but the surprise contained in his tone was something that had never appeared before.

But then, it seemed that something had come to mind.

"No wonder, you are the descendant of Lu Jian. It is normal to have the Thirty-Six Swords of Dayan. But I didn't expect that you had already realized the 23rd Strategy, which is really rare. Rumor has the power to shake time and space. However, no one except Lu Jian could comprehend the eighteen swords that followed. Unexpectedly, many years later, you were out. After taking my finger, even the Peak Sword Emperor would be seriously injured. You are very good. If you don't die, you may be able to condense the sword spirit within a few months. However, you no longer have such a chance."

The sword point stretched out and the void pressed down again. In an instant, Lu Qing felt that he was completely imprisoned. It was not imprisoned in space, but from a vast will. Under this will, not to mention that he was seriously injured now, even if he was intact as before, he was determined to be unable to escape.

With the sword finger closed, the next moment, Lu Qing was captured in front of the purple figure.

"Brother Lu!" Ruoshui exclaimed and raised his body. However, in a flash, the purple "color" figure pressed down with another finger.

Bang—

In an instant, Ruoshui disintegrated, and the faint blue "color" sword consciousness floated in the void and slowly dissipated.

"Ruoshui——" The face could no longer maintain its previous calmness. The purple-white "color" sword light that looked ferocious wanted to shoot out of its eyes, but was suppressed tightly in the void in front of it.

"Overbial power!" He snorted coldly. The next moment, the sword light shot into his eyes, and two purple gold-colored blood spots appeared in his pupils. Then, only darkness was left in front of Lu Qing's eyes.

Looking at Lu Qing with a ferocious face in front of him, the purple figure sneered, then pointed at Lu Qing's eyebrows: "I didn't get the Thirty-Six Swords of Dayan at the beginning, but now I get it from you, and Lingxiao Sect can't say anything."

However, just as the purple-colored figure was about to point to Lu Qing's eyebrows, a platinum-colored little sword phantom appeared at Lu Qing's eyebrows, and at the same time, the blue-colored word Tao was also manifested.

The word "Qing" that had been silent for a long time, as soon as it appeared, a dazzling green light burst out. The green light was chaotic, but a vast and unpredictable force shot out from it and bombarded the sword in front of it.

Bang—

The collapse of white color appeared instantly, and the purple color figure was instantly shaken away for several miles.

"It's you! It's really you!" The purple figure stood firm, but the face that was originally covered was revealed for the first time.

This is a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, wearing a purple sword robe, with two eyebrows, purple hair on his head, and two strands of white hair hanging down to his chest. Standing there, it was as if he had merged into the surrounding void. Looking at him, it was like a world. Even if he didn't do it intentionally, an unstoppable will overflowed, shocking the hearts.

In front of Lu Qing, the blue word Tao had already floated out. Under the blue light, the originally spreading and collapsed void could not invade it at all, and naturally it could not hurt Lu Qing behind it.

At this moment, Lu Qing seemed to be trapped in chaos. Since the word "color" floated out, Lu Qing slowly lay down on the spiritual stone ground behind him.

"Singing"—

At the same time, a small jade-colored sword also emerged from Lu Qing's right palm and floated in the void.

"Ye Wuxin!" said the purple 'color' figure in a deep voice.

"That's right!" A blue jade-colored sword light flashed, and Ye Wuxin's figure condensed at the same time.

"The battle with the witch in the Sword Valley void made you suffer a lot of injuries. However, I'm afraid it won't take so long to recover. The Sword Saint, even if he loses his body, is still the Sword Saint."

"Yes," Ye Wuxin's clothes flew, her long jade-colored hair drooped her shoulders, and her eyes that also showed a jade-colored look seemed to penetrate the void in front of her. "I've been by his side for too long, which will only make him feel invisible dependence. Now that he has reached this point, it naturally takes time for him to experience it alone. No one of the sword spirits has ever been achieved by others, but he can only rely on himself."

After a pause, Ye Wuxin snorted coldly: "I didn't expect that after so many years, you are indeed going back and forth, and you actually attack a junior."

"Junior!" The purple 'color' figure shook his head, "In his body, I have seen the prototype of the time and space sword energy. People all know the three supreme sword energy on the continent, but they don't know that there is only one supreme sword energy, which is Fenglei Sword Energy. For tens of thousands of years, this son is the second one except Lu Jian."

"So what if that's the case?" Ye Wuxin sneered again, "It seems that what I said was right. After so many years, it has eroded the fighting spirit in your heart. Your sword intent has deteriorated, even the will of the sword. With the incense of the entire continent, you have lost it. Now you are just a timid weak person!"

"Nonsense!" The purple 'color' figure shouted loudly, and in an instant, the entire void trembled, and the collapsed space appeared. The terrifying will suppress the void, and the invisible spiritual storm was stirred up and swarmed towards it.

"Why, I'm so angry that I'm so embarrassed. Since I've arrived at the Shuixing Sword Saint today, do you still want to commit a crime?" Ye Wuxin smiled, but turned around and bowed to the blue "color" Taoist word floating in the void beside him, "My younger generation Ye Wuxin, see the Taoist spirit!"

"Singing"—

A mysterious green light emanated, and immediately, the word "王" of Tao changed and gradually turned into a young man. The young man's sword-brow and starry eyes almost swallowed the endless void. There was no human favor in these eyes, but the righteous spirit contained in it was no less than that in the hall next to him.

"Dugu saw the Taoist Spirit!" Even the middle-aged man in purple robe was bowing slightly to the young man at this moment.

He looked at the middle-aged man in purple robe. The boy's voice was dull and he seemed to have no mood, but the inconsistent one was clearly revealed.

"You can't do it before you become a sword saint!"

Don’t do it before becoming a sword saint!

Ye Wuxin's face suddenly showed joy, and he bowed to the young man again and said, "Ye Wuxin thanked Dao Ling!"

He glanced at him faintly. Dao Ling didn't say anything, but turned into the previous word Tao again and disappeared into Lu Qing's eyebrows and dimly.

Looking at the middle-aged man in purple robe, his face turned blue and white, and I don’t know what he was thinking.

"What, you still don't let go!" Ye Wuxin inadvertently glanced at the blue "color" hall next to him.

His eyes turned slightly, and he stayed in the blue hall for a while. The middle-aged man in purple robe finally snorted coldly and then disappeared into the void.

Sighing slightly, Ye Wuxin turned around and looked in the direction of Lu Qing, then turned around and looked at the blue "color" hall in front of him.

"Water is moistening things, and the best is like water. The Sword Saint of Water Walking, I didn't expect to see you here."

Buzz —

The next moment, from the blue hall in front of him, the pure and flawless righteousness condensed and slowly turned into a peerless and enchanting figure. What kind of woman is this? Her pure face is like the purest jade in the world, without any flaws.

The eyebrows and eyes were as dark as dark as frown. On the pink cherry lips, there was a delicate and round nose, and deep sadness was revealed in the pale white eyes. This sadness meant that clear tears were flowing out of the eyes of Lu Qing and Han Linlang who were sleeping.

Ye Wuxin was also slightly stunned and got rid of the influence.

"Shuixing Sword Saint, Ye Wuxin is polite!" Ye Wuxin said again.

At this moment, the woman's eyes just fell on Ye Wuxin: "I haven't seen it for 50,000 years, and the wind god is still as beautiful as that of the past."

The woman's voice was like the purest sound of flowing water in the world, without any impurities, as clear and beautiful as falling snow on the mountain, gentle and majestic places, as suppressed by the way of heaven, vast and endless.

"The Water God praised it. Ye was ashamed of being aware of it. If he had the charm, Ye would not have fallen into such a situation."

With a calm smile, as the woman's smile unfolded, the entire void fluctuated, and the righteous spirit above the blue hall rolled like a tide, a huge stream of soup.

"The character of Feng Shen was known to the world. Although Feng Shen was not for all living things in the world, he was stern in the sword bones. If there were no Feng Shen, there would not be such a stable sword god continent now."

Ye Wuxin smiled indifferently: "It's been 50,000 years, 50,000 years. Ye has long forgotten what happened."

"Can Feng Shen really forget it?" The woman's eyes were like a bright mirror. At this glance, she seemed to see Ye Wuxin's heart.

"Forget it, Ye has forgotten it in his heart."

"I forgot it in my heart." The god's expression was obviously stunned, and then the woman woke up, "Sure enough, Feng Shen, you have not forgotten it, nor can you forget it."
Chapter completed!