Recently, the Hengduan Mountains, which have always been deserted, suddenly became lively. Cultivators frequently arrived, gathering together in groups of three or three, looking out of the Hengduan Mountains.

Most of these monks came from the Great Wei clans, and they also had the strength to practice the virtual realm.

"If you have a little bit of gain in the sword debate between the Sword Marquis and the Sword Saint, you can understand it for life, be more serious!"

A young warrior was more interested in this sword fight and lacked interest, so the elderly monk had to whisper.

"Here you come!"

A sea of ​​sword energy appeared out of thin air for dozens of miles away, covering dozens of miles, and its power went straight into the Hengduan Mountains. Countless birds and beasts were in a palpitations and ran around.

A thin figure was naked and showed a series of injuries, with bright eyes and firm steps. He dragged his sword and integrated his spirit, and had a great momentum of moving forward.

This person was Sikong Zongheng, the sword man of the Great Wei Dynasty. Behind him was a woman with a sword sheath, and followed him. Later, she saw the iron cavalry and horses of the Great Wei Dynasty, silent, and did not hear the sound of iron hooves, for fear that Sikong Zongheng would ruin his mood.

"Sikong Zongheng is most afraid of his wife. He is very mighty today and looks like a head of a family..."

In this situation, Yunhou Yunshanjing couldn't help but joke: "If Sikong Zongheng fails to win today, he doesn't know how many washboards will be affected."

An hour later, Jianhou Sikong Zongheng stopped in front of Hengduan Mountain, clasped his fists and held his tribute!

"The Great Wei sword cultivator Kong Zongheng asked the sword Donghuang Sword Saint!"

The sound was like thunder, and it fled into the mountains and fell into the ears of the sword saint Song Liancheng.

"What should come is coming after all!"

The sword saint Song Liancheng shook his head slightly, the sword marquis Sikong Zongheng had arrived, and after the sword comparison, countless Song people would be bleeding from Hengduan Mountain, and Song Liancheng had Qi Ran in his heart.

"It's nothing more than death, why fear?"

The ancestor of the Lan family, Lang, smiled and said, "The Sword Saint only focuses on sword competition, so don't let Sikong Zongheng be proud. We all fight against the battle. We will be in vain for a while!"

"We are willing to die with the Sword Saint!"

There are several martial artists practicing martial arts around the Sword Saint, bowing and ceremonializing.

"I'm very lucky to work with you, that's the first step."

The sword saint Song Liancheng returned the favor one by one, and then threw his sword robe and left!

"war!"

With anger, a brilliant sword light rose from the Hengduan Mountains. The sword saint Song Liancheng stepped out of the air. Without saying a word, he fought with the sword marquis Sikong Zongheng to a place. The ancestor of the Lan family and other martial arts men also came out of the mountain to watch the ceremony.

Song Liancheng's swordsmanship reached its peak. With one sword, there were thousands of sword shadows, hidden murderous intent, which made people unable to defend against. Sikong's sword style was tempered thousands of times, and his moves were opened and closed, and his powerful and domineering style was invincible.

The two men were like streams of light, and they fought for no less than a hundred times in the blink of an eye. They were the two of them in a square radius, and the sword energy was scattered within a thousand feet. Others dared not approach, and many martial artists who practiced the virtual warriors retreated step by step.

The two of them fought more and more rapidly, and even if they practiced the virtual martial artist, it was difficult to see. Only the three disaster giants could look at the mystery. At most, the virtual martial artists would sigh. It was a pity that they could not observe the sword competition in detail!

There were countless gullies on the ground and the strong winds in the sky were raging, but in a moment, the reason why the eyes were full of devastation. Some people watching the battle were not careful, and the sword energy entered their bodies, their spirits were instantly depressed, and they vomited blood. They even left without looking back, which showed their fear.

Above a peak in the Hengduan Mountains, Lu Xuanlou climbed up to see the distance, and behind him, the Demon King of the Sharky Moon and the Demon King of the Three Life stood together.

"The battle of the three disasters is so terrifying!"

After watching the game for a while, Lu Xuanlou gently stinged his eyes, withdrew his gaze, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Lu Xuanlou had known that the line between the Living Void Realm and the Three Disaster Realm was as far apart as the world, but he was still scared when he actually saw the Three Disaster Giants fighting to the death.

He holds the arsenal of heaven, holds countless spiritual weapons, and claims to be an invincible small giant in the Three Disaster Realm. At this moment, he asks himself, solves all the heavenly soldiers he holds, and fights the Three Disaster giants in a life-and-death battle with the Three Disaster giants. The Three Disaster giants may be severely damaged by him, but he will never have any worries about his life, and he will undoubtedly be defeated.

The gap between the martial artsman and the three disaster giants cannot be easily compensated by external objects. Lu Xuanlou secretly reminded him that the ironwork must be strong!

"Your Highness doesn't know that these two men have achieved their own sword skills. This skill is definitely not comparable to an ordinary three-disaster sword cultivator!" The Demon King Xiaoyue shook his head and said.

"I have fought with the great demon, but I have never seen such a momentum."

The Three-Life Demon King said with emotion: "Sword Taoism, martial arts, the same clan and the same origin, the sword is the leader of hundreds of soldiers, and the martial arts fortune is the weapon of gentlemen, and the sword has two lucks according to the Confucian and Taoist fortune. Therefore, the sword cultivator is the first to kill and attack. Now he should know that this is not false! When I walk out of Hengduan Mountain, I will learn to practice swords and be a shocking sword immortal!"

At the same time, Sword Hou Sikong Zongheng made his sword wholeheartedly, full of joy and joy, and the same was true for Song Liancheng!

"Come again!"

Sikong Zongheng suddenly went crazy, his momentum went up to the top, and his terrifying sword intent covered the sky and the sun. Zongheng handed out his sword, without any fancyness, but with its momentum as thunder.

Song Liancheng was also fearless. He turned into ten thousand swords, and ten thousand swords were combined into one sword, and the momentum was not below Sikong Zongheng.

The tip of the needle is the tip of the sword against the tip of the sword.

With a loud bang, the sky and the earth were shaking, and there were flying sand and rocks dancing. The two figures were stalemate, and no one was willing to give in.

"It's boring to share the scenery evenly!"

Yunhou Yunshanjing said with a lip, but saw Yan Jinggu frowning, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. Could Sikong Zongheng want to lose?

He and Sikong Zongheng have despised each other for many years. Although he didn't want to see Sikong Zongheng be proud, he didn't want to see Sikong Zongheng defeated.

The two swords fought each other and their own courage. In the end, the sword saint Song Liancheng laughed to the end. The giant sword shattered, Sikong flew out from behind, sank into the Hengduan Mountains, and broke several peaks one after another before stopping his body!

"Marquis Jian is defeated!"

"After all, the Sword Saint is the Sword Saint, and he is the number one person in the East Wilderness Sword Art!"

"After this battle, the Sword Saint may enter Nirvana, and his future is unlimited!"

Many martial artists practicing Xu were talking about it immediately, and their eyes fell on the sword saint, all of which were admiration.

"Shut up!"

The Sword Saint Song Liancheng's journey of Nirvana was long since cut off by Yinhou. The three disaster realms were his end. How could the future come?

The reason why Yunhou Yunshanjing scolded everyone was because the man who was crazyer than anyone else was defeated, and he felt the most uncomfortable.

"Look at me, I will kill the princes and princes of the Great Wei!"

Sikong Zongheng is known as the number one master of the Great Wei Dynasty. He has never been defeated in twenty years. Sword Saint Song Liancheng today defeated Sikong Zongheng's undefeated golden body. He was half angry and was full of energy. He wanted to kill the princes and princes of the Great Wei Dynasty and exude all the evil spirits in his heart.

"Old man talks wildly!"

Yunhou Yunshanjing appeared in anger, and a Yin-Yang Dharma Body, thousands of feet tall, appeared out of thin air, facing Song Liancheng, attracting many warriors to whisper.

"The thousand-foot Yin and Yang body is the one who took action!"

"The three generals and seven marquis of the Great Wei Dynasty are in the same spirit. Even if the Sword Marquis is defeated, it is also a fool to kill the King and Prince of the Great Wei Dynasty."

The Sword Saint was neither sad nor angry, and asked with a smile: "Twenty years ago, the princes and princes of the Great Wei were unable to defeat me, so they joined forces to kill me. Today is still so useless!"

"Who cares about success and defeat of the enemy?" Yun Hou sneered.

"Sword cultivators are fighting for their lives, I care!"
Chapter completed!