"Zhoutian Sword Body! It may control all the spiritual and empty energy of heaven and earth around you!"

Beiwuhan and others looked very serious.

If they read correctly, there are sixteen spiritual secret wheels that erupted from Jiang Tianluo!

Eight solid paths, eight illusory paths.

"The twin spirit secret wheel, which was originally only born on the Jinyan tribe, actually appeared on a Black Nightmare clan! In terms of spiritual virtual energy reserves, he has surpassed the level of the Five Tribulations Grandmaster!"

Hu Tianben trembled slightly, "This physique is extremely difficult to be promoted. The ordinary master of the tribulation only needs to open two paths, he needs to open four paths, and the upper limit of the ordinary five paths is only ten paths, but he has twenty paths, and at the same level, almost crushing!"

Tianxiao Sword Mountain traverses 60,000 miles. If you want to pass it with one sword, you must need a huge spiritual energy. It can be seen that Jiang Tianluo's strength is real.

"The sky returns to the original world! Wanshuang Sword Sect!"

Jiang Tianluo slowly murmured in his mouth and pointed it into a sword. The endless vitality condensed on his fingers wildly.

The wandering snowflakes instantly stopped. With him as the center, within a radius of a hundred feet, all the snowflakes formed a frost sword with cold light!

After the words came, the sword light of his finger erupted like a volcano, as if piercing through the sky. A sword light of regret from Guiyuan Heaven and Earth fell from the sky.

But it also caused countless frost swords to tremble in the air!

Swish swish swish swish!

The next moment, while these frost swords trembled, they were like streaming lights. With the sword light, they began to form huge frost swords in the air!

Everyone looked in horror, as if all the sword intents were condensed in this point between heaven and earth.

The sword light was facing, but it merged into the center of the frost sword like a fusion!

In an instant, it was like a person having a soul, and the machine was given life! The majestic frost sword like mountains emitted a more majestic sword intent that penetrated through the starry sky and the earth!

There is no doubt that this sword will even destroy the entire Tianshuang City!

Countless people were already stunned and looked at them in amazement, as if they were stupid.

Only Ling Yuan was alone, standing proudly in the air, and said lightly:

"It's pretty good. You, a junior of the Swordsman, have some of the meaning of Tianxiao Sword Saint back then. Did you understand it temporarily?"

After saying that, Ling Yuan's hand flicked his sleeves, his eyes slightly solemn indifferent.

Wow!

The long sleeves contain mountains and rivers, as if the vast space hidden in Sumeru mustard seeds, a powerful suction force was generated out of thin air. The huge frost sword that Jiang Tianluo blinked his fingers across the sky was absorbed into Ling Yuan's sleeves!

From large to small, from long to short… slowly disappeared…even the light slowly disappeared.

In an instant, the world was still!

Countless people looked at this scene in a daze, rubbed their eyes together, as if they were doubting the reality they saw.

Just, that's gone?

It was Jiang Tianluo in the air who was stunned, looking at him in disbelief as if he was a ghost. Such a man who jumped out of nowhere took over the two swords he was proud of?

Or two swords that combine two into one!

Puff!

Jiang Tianluo suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and slowly fell to the ground from the sky. His eyes stared at the mysterious man in front of him in horror.

Strong, very strong!

Jiang Tianluo even suspected that this person was most likely not inferior to his master!

"I didn't expect that Nanling actually has a strong man of your level. I've never heard of it! Zi Ye, I'm afraid he doesn't deserve to carry your shoes!"

Jiang Tianluo took a deep breath and suppressed the disordered spiritual energy in his body.

Which sword, together with his heart, has reached the point of controlling the sword with his heart. At this time, the frost sword will disappear even if any sense will disappear, and he will suffer internal injuries.

Everyone was stunned and could not speak at all. No matter which step the tribe members were, they were silent.

Ling Shuimu, who was behind Ling Yuan, had a pale face!

How could he be so strong? Ling Shuimu's heart was so terrifying that the other party was so strong that even Jiang Tianluo was no match for... Zi Ye is still in Tianshuang City now!

"Who are you?"

Jiang Tianluo said in a deep voice.

"Ling Yuan."

The man slowly uttered two words and ignored him. Instead, he turned his eyes to look at the rest of the people on the first stairs and said lightly: "Where is the palace master of the Shuangwu Academy?"

Hearing this, several people were stunned.

At this time, a hunched figure slowly climbed up, but it was the palace master of the Shuangwu Academy, Nansheng Lei on the second ladder.

He bent over at ninety degrees, walked up without raising his head, and whispered: "Previous, why are you looking for me?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Ling Yuan's face was slightly cold, "I'll ask you, did you arrange the prize for Tianshuang Luwu that day?"

“Yes…yes.”

Bang!

The next moment, Ling Yuan slapped him directly and said coldly: "The first prize is the sword held by the ancient saint of Lingyue and a piece of fragment. That sword is just a piece of sword, but that fragment is a forbidden object in the Shuangwu Academy Palace. Who allowed you to use it as a prize? Didn't you explain it when Nan Shuangwu died?"

Nansheng Lei fell off the steps and hurriedly climbed over again, feeling a little confused and horrified.

No matter who the other party is, it is definitely impossible for him to deal with it. Moreover, listening to what the other party means.

It seems that he also knows his ancestor-level figure, Nan Shuangwu.

The ancient sages of Lingyue knew...

These are all true ancestral figures.

Nan Sailai Lei had no choice but to answer: "The ancestor of Nan Shuangwu has never explained it... It's been seven or eight thousand years... Maybe, it's forgotten halfway, I really don't know... Moreover, that piece of fragment is just an accessory, and it's useless all the time in the school... So..."

Upon hearing this, Ling Yuan remained silent for a long time.

"I'll ask...Senior, who is it?"

Beiwu walked over tremblingly and whispered: "Senior has defeated Jiang Tianluo, he should be the title of the No. 1 person in Nanling. This Nanling event will pay homage to the ancestors, and the seniors will lead the leader..."

The first person in Nanling!

Everyone was even more trembling when they heard this.

However, Ling Yuan said coldly: "To pay homage to the ancestors? To pay homage to myself?"

After saying that, Ling Yuan pointed to the center, one of the three sculptures, and said indifferently:

"Even the ancient sage of Yuanling, the sage appointed by the Black Night God, did not recognize the fragment. The ancient sage of Lingyue was sent to me and I placed it in the Shuangwu Academy. My master did not agree and sent it as a prize. Are you, a junior disciple, very brave?"

As soon as this said, it was suddenly in an uproar! Nansheng Lei was so scared that he seemed to be dead!

Countless people were so scared that they almost stopped thinking, looking at the sculpture in the center, trembling so hard that they were almost inhuman!

"Now, I want to know where is Zi Ye?"

Ling Yuan's voice was as cold as snow, "I may live his life if he lets him hand over the fragments!"

There was a dead silence around.

At this moment, a figure walked up from below without any rushing pace, and a faint voice sounded:

"When will the fragments of the divine monument become yours?"
Chapter completed!