Chapter 178: Return, the giant sword opens the way!

"So too!" For the first time, Lu Qing saw the same expression as Duan Qingyun from Yu Jihua's face.

However, Duan Qingyun and his two hands were trembling slightly. Both of them are now masters of the Sword Soul Realm. Swordsmen can hold swords with both hands, let alone masters of the Sword Soul Realm. The hands of masters of the Sword Soul Realm are already as stable as rocks. Holding the sword is like a giant pillar of the Dinghai Sea, without moving, without shaking, but at this moment, their hands trembled.

Without saying anything, Lu Qing waved his right hand and put the two sword weapons into the hole space independent of his palm.

"good!"

Just one word, Duan Qingyun and his two tense faces could no longer be maintained. They looked at Lu Qing in front of them with a steady attitude. Duan Qingyun said angrily: "Next time I leave us behind, we have nothing to do! Remember, the divine sword I want is not high, but it cannot be lower than the top-grade Qingfan level."

Paused.

"Of course, it must be slightly better than the tranquilizer."

call out--

In an instant, a Tianfeng sword aura shot past Duan Qingyun's forehead.

"You mean, the magic sword you want must be better than mine?" Yu Ji Hua's face was gloomy and stared at Duan Qingyun tightly.

With a raised brow, Duan Qingyun did not let him go, and his tiger eyes widened: "What, it's all in the sword soul realm, you still want to bully me, tell you, there's no way!"

Looking at Duan Qingyun's naughty appearance as before, Lu Qing suddenly felt a long-lost warmth in his heart.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Luo Xinyu calmed down his beating mind and stopped the two of them, "The big thing is important."

Immediately, Luo Xinyu turned his gaze to Lu Qing: "In addition to the newly promoted sword master this year, the sect left more than 20 people to protect the sect. The remaining fifty people are the strongest combat power in my Zixia Sect's Sword Soul Realm."

As early as Lu Qing's appearance, all the gazes of the fifty sword masters above the Gorge gathered over, among which there were many familiar figures of Lu Qing, Yi Ruoyu, Li Jingsheng, and even Ming Xueer, among them. The sixteen generations of disciples had all grown up.

Looking at the proud blue figure above, many sword masters sighed in their hearts that countless people could not reach the realm, even the realm of desire and expectation, had reached it before they could reach it.

The dispute over the Void Sword Realm spread throughout the Jintian Realm as early as this year. Needless to mention the Zixia Sect at the source, all the people of the sect knew that the original elder of the Guardian Sect had returned again.

For the more than three million sects of Zixia Sect, Lu Qing of the Lianxin Sword is already well-known. Even the young children who have been born for a few years have grown up by listening to the story of Lianxin Sword. For the current 17th generation of inner sect disciples, as the 16th generation of master uncles, they have the most fanatical awe.

No one in the world is stupid. When Lu Qing conquered his sect, he captured the wind and shadows, and carefully considered it, many knowledgeable people naturally had some speculations and spread it widely. In more than four years, not only did they not dilute the impression of Lu Qing, but even became more profound.

On the gorge, many sword masters knew clearly what kind of sword weapons are the most popular in the inner sect today, that is, the five-foot sword, shaped like the original heart-refining sword, and the heavy sword has no edge, so as to train the body, grasp the strength, and realize the realm.

His eyes glanced at the fifty sword masters, and Lu Qing then pointed his sword and a purple-white portal suddenly appeared. The divine light burst out from the portal. At the same time, there was an extremely rich energy of heaven and earth, as well as an unpredictable vast power.

"The Wind and Thunder Realm!" Luo Xinyu said in a deep voice. Next to him, the sword light flashed in the eyes of the ten Ziyang Sword Emperors. The Zixia Sect also had the Sword Soul Grandmaster.

Without Lu Qing opening his mouth, Luo Xinyu shouted in a deep voice: "Come in!"

Sixty-one sword lights burst out and entered Lu Qing's wind and thunder realm the next moment.

This is a purple-white field. The nine sky is 99,900 feet high. The sky is rushing, the sky wind is howling, and the ground is also a purple-white hazy mist. These mists are the air of wind and thunder. At the same time, there is a mysterious and profound force invisibly permeating the void. Almost every field is filled with domineering thunder. The sky wind is raging in the void, but the space is extremely solid, and even a trace of vacuum is not formed.

When they fell on this land and felt the vital energy of heaven and earth like white fog around them, Ziyang Sword Emperor and others looked at each other and all showed a shock.

Among them, the sword light flashed in Luo Xinyu's eyes, inheriting the sword skills of the Five Elements Sword Lord. He naturally saw that Lu Qing's extraordinary territory was in the wind and thunder realm. The vast territory was probably bigger than the Zixia Mountains today, and it was like an independent world. However, here, you could not feel the heavens' movements, only the wind and thunder energy, and the response to the heaven and earth was also lost. The Ziyang Sword Emperor and the other two could no longer mobilize the power of the law.

The next moment, the Ziyang Sword Emperor frowned and looked into the distance. The purple-white sky was almost endless, and there was no sun in the field. What shone on the earth was lightning and scenery.

"What a powerful aura!"

Nodding, Mu Qingyuan said, "It's so far away that I can feel that such an aura almost makes me unable to develop a force of resistance, and it is definitely not owned by the Sword Soul Realm."

As for Luo Xinyu and the nine people, except for Luo Xinyu and Zhao Qianye and Nie Qingtian, the six people of Xuanming felt nothing, and had only come to the realm of instinctive depression.

But then, everyone sat down cross-legged, and the Ziyang Sword Emperor and the others stopped mentioning it. A sharp sharp aura gradually gathered above everyone's heads, and the majestic fighting spirit almost shook the field.

Fifty thousand miles away, Yuantian Sect.

Leading by the third elders, only twenty remaining masters of the Sword Soul Realm stood above Yuantian Peak. Behind them was a middle-aged man dressed in black and expressionless. The middle-aged man looked ordinary, without a single hair, and even had no eyebrows. His eyes were closed, as if he had no intention of opening it.

Just like a statue without any support, the middle-aged man stood behind the people of Yuantian Sect. If it weren't for the eye-catching black clothes, no one would have noticed him.

There was no trace of anger on his body, like a dead object, and even the slightest breath was not revealed. If it weren't for the void, no one would have regarded him as a swordsman.

Compared to a few months ago, everyone's faces showed a sense of calmness, but the divine color was still extremely solemn, right? Which sect in Renjin Tian Realm was remembered by a master of Sword Soul, I am afraid that the face was not better than them. Moreover, before the New Year, the sect leader of their Yuantian Sect and the nine elders had fallen to the other party's hands, and their body and spirit were destroyed.

Sky wind plateau.

Compared with the past, the recent wind is particularly weak, so that even a short tree as thick as a bowl cannot be blown down. I am used to the many mountains eroded by the wind. After the wind weakens, the rocks fall down.

A mountainous community of hills, shaped like a giant sword, suddenly the wind stopped, and a blue figure stepped down and slowly solidified.

The sword fingers were scratched again, and the originally disappeared purple-white "color" portal appeared again. With a thought, Luo Xinyu and others appeared in front of them again.

"Feng Jianqiu!" Mu Qingyuan exclaimed softly, and Luo Xinyu and others also looked around at the same time.

Tianfeng Plateau, outside the Yuantian Sect, Feng Jianqiu!

Less than half a stick of incense, I crossed this distance. As for the Void Sword Domain of Yuantian Sect, it was still hundreds of miles ahead. Luo Xinyu and others knew that Lu Qing did not borrow the Cave Void Sword Array of its sect. Moreover, with the enemy in front of him, the Cave Void Sword Array of Yuantian Sect must be closed unless foreign aid arrives. Then this speed-

But just after a moment of thinking, everyone's eyes gathered at the highest mountain in the distance, the lord of the peaks of the Yuantian Sect, Yuantian Peak!

Without any reluctance, the lower-grade Shenwang Dan held a few in his mouth. The fifty sword masters did not stop at all, followed Lu Qing and the twelve of them and headed towards Yuantian Peak.

"Singing"—

From now on, every time you cross a mile of void, the sharp sword roars on everyone's body became more and more fierce. After a hundred miles passed, they entered the Yuantian Sect's territory, and the sharp aura had already condensed into a solid "breast" white color on everyone's heads.

The sharp aura of "breast" white "color" gathered into a sharp giant sword that was three thousand feet tall. The sharp aura of nearly real scattered out of terrifying power, and the sharp aura was sharper than the Tianfeng. In the Yuantian Sect, almost every swordsman felt a pain in his body, as if countless fine needles were slashing on his body, which was unbearable.

At the same time, the high-pitched sword roar blocked the actual sound waves, and the sound waves also condensed into countless transparent sound swords like flowing water, shooting towards Yuantian Peak.

puff--

puff--

puff--

In front of everyone, countless rock walls were pierced by Yinjian, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and the loud noises of the collapse of the mountains spread across the Yuantian Sect.

It just looked straight towards Yuantian Peak without any detours. Everything that was blocked in front of me was shattered and scattered by the sharp sound sword gathered by everyone. When it was only fifty miles away from Yuantian Peak, the "breast" white "sharp" giant sword had no more beauty and slashed towards the void.

laugh--

The space opened a narrow gap like a crack, and then collapsed in an instant. The pale collapsed space condensed on the sword blade and slashed at Yuan Tianfeng fifty miles away.

Boom-

This sword was not fast, and seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds. When the giant sword landed on the ground, a deep ravine that was several miles wide suddenly emerged. A three thousand-foot-foot-sharp giant sword split the mountains and cut the mountains, and spread straight towards Yuantian Peak.

The gullies and earth on both sides were rubbed by the edges and melted into red magma, poured into the broken river, evaporating the water vapor in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.
Chapter completed!