The powerful force of the sky made Mount Hua hundreds of miles away shrouded in a shadow.

Looking north from Mount Hua, you can faintly see the heavenly tribulation that is constantly slashing down from the sky; and as a cultivator, you can feel the heavenly power that appears in the north at this time.

Those who are not strong in the Tao will naturally be shocked;

The thirteen ancient cultivators were looking at the north with complex faces at this time. Their spiritual consciousness could roughly sense the situation where they were overcoming the tribulation.

They were also looking forward to this increasingly difficult sword cultivator, who could be buried in the heavenly tribulation with the Maoshan Ancient Cultivator...

But the heavenly tribulation was a bit erect. After only three thunder lightning bursts, the thunder tribulation ended abruptly. Then the layers of catastrophe in the sky disappeared and turned into pure vitality, scattered in the northern part of the Great China Kingdom.

how so?

The answer is very simple. The monk who caused the heavenly tribulation has died and disappeared.

A beam of fire flew from the north sky, and all the thirteen ancient cultivators showed shock on their faces, and a strong sense of anxiety appeared in their eyes.

The sword cultivator was not dead, and he broke into the heavenly tribulation of the cultivator of the Tribulation Realm, which doubled the power of the heavenly tribulation; the ancient Maoshan cultivator who could not resist the three waves of heavenly tribulations would be scattered, and the sword cultivator who was even lower in this realm flew back here with such a swagger...

If there is a serious injury, then it would be fine. At this time, the spiritual consciousness of these thirteen ancient cultivators could clearly sense Wang Sheng's breath was stable, and the vital energy around him fluctuated violently, but it was not damaged at all. He was even stronger than when he chased him out!

What kind of demon is this?

Could it be that the rumors about the spokesperson of the Heavenly Tribulation are not just strange talks exaggerated by the monks today?

Soon, amid the screams everywhere, the three-legged golden crows rushed into the air and rushed directly to the center of the venue, bringing a burst of smoke and dust.

After the smoke and dust, Wang Sheng appeared in a ragged Taoist robe, his hair was dispersed back, he held the spiritless sword in his right hand and grabbed the ankle of a ragged corpse with his left hand.

Almost all the needles could be heard, and there was no voice everywhere.

At this time, Xilian, who was held by Xiao Miao, had slightly opened her eyes. She could just see Wang Sheng's back and watched him walk away step by step.

Somehow, a drop of crystal tears slid from the corner of Xilian's eyes, crossing her slightly thin cheeks...

Behind Wang Sheng, the blood stains dragged out from the ground were a little intermittent. Half of the corpse had turned black, and there were more than a dozen transparent holes pierced from the spiritless sword on the other half.

Without saying a word, Wang Sheng stared at the thirteen ancient cultivators in the air. His murderous intent was just like before and he did not retreat.

With a casual look, this body, which was beyond recognition, was thrown to the rostrum.

The second one.

Next...

Wang Sheng looked up at the white cloud in the air made of Taoism. The thirteen ancient cultivators standing on it also showed some murderous intent to him.

There is no need to say anything more at this time, both sides have already made clear their positions.

Wang Sheng's every move told these ancient cultivators that there was no possibility of slowing down today. They could only stay alive and could only die without breaking the net.

A little light appeared in the Huashan Gu Xiu's eyes. He held the sword on his shoulder with his right hand and slowly pulled out the sword.

Let’s hear Gu Xiu say loudly: “You and I are both sword cultivators, so it’s better to put a lot of past events on a battle.”

"Oh?" Wang Sheng responded. Although he still had no expression, there was a light that was different from murderous intent in his eyes...

That is the desire to fight, the desire for the opponent.

The long sword in Huashan Gu Xiu's hand roared lightly, and it seemed to be a spiritual sword;

At this time, the old Taoist looked at Wang Sheng below and said calmly: "The sword art you have just revealed just now is like a fellow practitioner of the sword of heaven and the sword of man. I specialize in practicing the sword of earth, practice fifty-six sword techniques, and comprehend the tens of eighteen sword intent.

Today, your cultivation level is far above you, but you also have the help of the fairy sword, and the outcome is unknown."

Wang Sheng remained silent and slowly lowered the Wuling Sword, as if he had agreed to the other party's appointment.

The ancient cultivator of Huashan nodded slowly and said, "You are indeed a good swordsman. If you and I are in a different place, I will make such a choice as you."

With a sword courage and a sword around you, you will enter the realm of rebirth after just twenty or thirty years of practice. Your future achievements are far from what I think, but today, I will bet on a life-and-death agreement with you.

If I am lucky enough to win this battle, and I will not kill you, today's affairs will be revealed. I will go back to the mountain with all my fellow Taoists to practice, and no longer care about the world.

If I lose this battle, I will let you deal with it, what?”

Wang Sheng still did not answer, but a little thought appeared in his eyes.

The ancient Xiu of Huashan thought Wang Sheng was thinking about his "proposal" and waited quietly for a while.

Next to the venue, Taoist masters from various families were also whispering, as if considering the feasibility of this matter.

In the command hall of the investigation team, Chi Ling looked thoughtful, and she wanted to speak but stopped several times, but finally decided to wait and see.

Although from the perspective of the overall situation, keeping these forces beyond the combat readiness group in a certain balance can also be considered mutual restraint; considering the reactions of Taoist ancestors of various Taoist schools and the arbitrary actions before the ancient sins, we cannot simply look at how to make arrangements in the future.

In the venue, Qing Yanzi was observing Wang Sheng's condition at this time. I'm afraid that only he, the master, would not care about other matters, and was simply afraid that Wang Sheng was showing off at this time.

The head of Huashan Sect suddenly spoke, but smiled a little, and said slowly: "Faiyu, my master just doesn't want to consume too much combat power in the world of Taoism. He has a love for you, so he has done this..."

"Shut up."

Wang Sheng's eyes swept away, and his voice was also very calm, but the old Taoist who had previously pointed at the old master, Qing Yanzi and others, his face turned red.

It was like a mantra that really made this person unable to say a word.

On the clouds, Huashan Gu Xiu said coldly: "Why, do you really think that you can kill these thirteen people today? If we join forces to attack, I'm afraid that these two seniors will not be able to..."

"Hmph," 'Meng Po' sneered, but her sneer quickly disappeared, and she just quietly stared at the backs of these ancient cultivators.

Suddenly, Wang Sheng said, "When you sneak attacked Xilian and my sister, have you ever thought that they had nothing to do with you?"

The thirteen ancient cultivators' faces became gloomy, and the meaning in Wang Sheng's words was already obvious.

"False words," the old master sighed from the side, "Don't show off."

"Thank you for your care," Wang Sheng nodded slightly, then looked at his master and saw the concerns in his master's eyes.

Wang Sheng suddenly said, "Master, senior sister will come back soon, she will fly behind."

Qing Yanzi showed a gentle smile, nodded slowly to Wang Sheng, and said, "Do whatever you want, don't think too much, you have a good teacher to take care of you in everything.

Of course, your cultivation is a little worse than yours at this time. If you can’t help but help me, it’s okay for us to explain together.

The purpose of practicing Taoism is to live forever. What you desire most is freedom. If you don’t have any thoughts, how can you express the word “来来”? Why do you have to practice this immortal?”

"Yes," Wang Sheng nodded with a smile, then looked down at the Wuling Sword in his hand, sighed softly, and murmured a few words in a low voice.

The ancient Xiu of Huashan Mountain said coldly: "That's nothing to talk about?"

On the clouds, the thirteen ancient cultivators released their own momentum at the same time. They put pressure on Wang Sheng together and made up their minds that if Wang Sheng did not agree to a duel with the strongest among the ancient cultivators, they would fight out from here with all their might.

Next to him, Qing Yanzi, the old master of heaven, Yuanpu Zhenren, Taoist Master Qinglong... Contemporary monks of Taoism showed their own aura.

Even though their aura was like a fish swimming in a river and a blue whale in the deep sea, they still rose from the sky and tried to compete with Gu Xiu.

"Let me do it."

Wang Sheng suddenly spoke, and the pressure was everywhere, and the breath that surged around him was stagnant.

All the eyes of the audience gathered on Wang Sheng again, looking at the sword cultivator who was staring at the Wuling Sword in his hand and murmured at the Wuling Sword.

In fact, Wang Sheng’s actions today are enough to shock the world and write his name into the history of the Taoist world. The history from ancient times to the present is not limited to the present.

After rushing out of the Earth Spirit Ban, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds against the strong men of the dark camp. Then, he returned strongly when the ancient sin cultivation intention was to mess with the Taoist cultivation world, killing two ancient cultivators in a row...

From a Taoist priest who does not speak of the Taoist priest, to the honorary elder of the Sword Sect, to the "hero" who sacrificed himself to seal the earth spirit and sealed the earth spirit, to the "spokesperson of the heavenly tribulation" that made the earth's practice world frightened...

Who would have thought that this was just a "younger generation" monk who had only been going up the mountain for half a year when the energy of heaven and earth was recovered?

At this time, facing the thirteen Gu Xiu who were about to attack together, and facing a bloody battle that could occur at any time, he was still just a simple sentence.

Let him come.

The young man who once held a wooden sword in the snow and deduced the Seven-Star Sword Formation is now standing before all the contemporary monks.

Face the ancient sins and practice with your own sword to protect the Qingming prosperous times!

The ancient cultivator of Huashan showed a little relief. He obviously understood the four words Wang Sheng as agreeing to a one-on-one duel with him.

But when the ancient cultivator of Huashan was about to fall, Wang Sheng looked up at Yun Shang, his eyes moved away from the ancient cultivator of Huashan and swept over the other twelve people.

The energy released by Wang Sheng also locked on these thirteen people at the same time.

With his left hand brushed over the Wuling Sword, Wang Sheng whispered in his heart:

‘Yaoyun, I might have to borrow your spiritual power.’

The Wuling Sword trembled slightly, and a stream of spiritual power flowed from the hilt of the sword into Wang Sheng's palm. The wisps of fairy light floated out from the sword body, completely wrapping Wang Sheng's arm.

In fact, Wang Sheng has always resisted borrowing Yao Yun's power, let alone the 'fusion with the sword spirit'.

He just felt that he was a sword cultivator and should not be controlled by the sword, nor should he rely too much on the fairy sword in his hand.

But now, in this situation, such a strong enemy, the anger and hatred in his heart...

Wang Sheng's body slowly floated up, and the light of the spiritless sword shone. A fairy's phantom appeared behind Wang Sheng, slightly higher than Wang Sheng, and turned into immortal lights, covering Wang Sheng's body.

The man and sword are united!

The main spirits are in harmony!

Wang Sheng's eyes burst out with amazing divine light, and his own aura soared wildly!

At this moment, there was another sword sound behind him. The fairy sword with a simple shape flew over and floated in front of Wang Sheng, trembling gently.

Wang Sheng stretched forward with his left hand and held the hilt of the sword. His breath surged. The energy in the venue ran wildly and turned into a strong wind!
Chapter completed!