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Qianqiu Undead has completely stripped this world, and his aura suddenly soared, as if he could no longer see the end of it.

I saw him stretch out his palm, and countless vigor and true energy gathered like rain towards the flying sword in front of him.

Vigorous energy, true essence and flying sword exploded in the air, and there were countless sounds of gold and iron clashing, and the sword energy was scattered in all directions, and the sea of ​​clouds all over the sky was washed away.

There is a vast starlight behind An Jing, and the seventh realm has been brought into full play.

The sword energy of the flying swords above the sky is vertical and horizontal, and the momentum is soaring. Suddenly, the real essence rains down in front of it, and then thousands of flying swords rush towards Qianqiu Undead.

Ten directions of heaven and earth!

Facing the overwhelming sword energy attack, Qianqiu Undead looked as indifferent as water, and then waved his sleeve robe forward, black energy emerged from the sleeve robe, and this energy continued to condense, forming a huge grimace.

"Roar!"

The grimace let out an angry roar, and then opened its huge mouth, as if a black hole with a radius of several feet and bottomless depth appeared. The countless sword energy was like a tired bird entering the forest, and it swallowed all the sword energy in one gulp.

After the ghost face devoured the sword energy, it didn't change at all, and then continued to charge towards An Jing.

The grimace was ferocious and terrifying, as if it rushed up from the underworld, its huge mouthparts opened, covering the sky and the sun, trying to swallow An Jing completely into his stomach.

At this moment, An Jing looked so small under the grimace, like a small boat tottering in the storm.

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Chapter 393

An Jing's body was surrounded by countless dense purple air, which directly surrounded his figure.

The breath around the surging ghost face did not swallow it, and then the ghost face began to squeeze from top to bottom layer by layer, and the momentum was not weak at all.

"Katsa! Katsa!"

An Jing stood on the ground, because of the terrifying strength, his arms were bent, as if he was overwhelmed, and the ground under his feet suddenly cracked, and then his legs sank deeply into it.

An Jing remained expressionless and never made a sound, as if he could clearly hear the beating of his own heart.

The same is true for Qianqiu Immortal. Throughout the ages, he has met too many masters, including martial arts emperors, real masters, and top swordsmen, but these characters have turned into ashes in the end in front of him.

Therefore, even for the swordsman in front of him, the final outcome was nothing more than that in his opinion.

An Jing exhaled and inhaled lightly, the purple aura surged more frequently, the sole of his foot stomped hard, and his body was like a flying arrow off the string.

I saw a purple and a black aura colliding between heaven and earth, the purple aura is vast and mysterious, while the black aura is treacherous and majestic.

A cold light appeared in An Jing's eyes, and then the Dulu sword in his hand swept forward.

The brilliance of the sword energy formed a great circle, like a bright moon.

Under this sword, the huge grimace was almost frozen, and the world was silent.

Then I heard a crisp cracking sound that broke the silence, and then the same sound sounded again and again, endlessly.

I saw countless cracks appearing on that huge grimace, like a spider's web.

The fragments turned into little fireflies, slowly lifted into the sky, and returned to the sky.

The next moment, Qianqiu Undead stretched out his palm, absorbing the dispersed breath into his body. At this time, he was like a heavenly immortal descended from the mortal world, standing in mid-air, looking down and holding the Dulu sword tightly. An Jing asked, "Let's use the sword again."

An Jing didn't speak, but held the Dulu sword firmly in his hand, frowning tightly and did not speak.

The Qianqiu Immortal in front of him is really too strong, almost without any flaws and shortcomings, and it looks like he hasn't shown his full strength.

Qianqiu Undead put his hands behind his back, his eyes were calm and without ripples.

An Jing held the hilt of the Dulu Sword in his hand, and pulled out the sword in the blink of an eye.

Swordsmanship!

All the energy of the swordsman gathered at one point, and then he drew it out. The blade of the sword gathered an icy cold light, and the sword energy was even more overwhelming.

With one sword strike, the world was shocked!

After arriving at the seventh level of swordsmanship, An Jing's swordsmanship has also reached its true peak, turning decay into magic.

Qianqiu Undead clearly felt the sword force and saw the sword light coming, but he couldn't avoid the sword light, so he could only take the sword forcefully, as if his body and spirit were to be torn apart, the whole body Everyone is going to disappear.

Qianqiu Undead's figure began to shake continuously, and finally a cloud of blood mist exploded on his chest. The injury that had been suppressed forcibly exploded completely at this moment.

This is the horror of the seventh realm. Even the number one master of the ages like Qianqiu Immortal can hardly avoid this peerless sword. If he hadn't completely stripped the world, the mystery and infinity in it are endless, otherwise this sword would be the same as Zong's sword. Zheng Huachun was generally the same, and fell to the ground as a corpse.

Naturally, An Jing would not let go of this excellent opportunity, he controlled it with true qi, and the Suppressing Evil Sword turned into six cold lights and struck forward in a mighty manner, as if forming a long river of sword qi sweeping the heavens.

Qianqiu Undead's true energy was circulating, and there were black thunder surges around him, making a "crackling" sound, and then he slapped it away, and the black thunder rushed forward in a mighty way, its majesty was extremely terrifying People fall like meteorites.

The moment the river of sword energy and the black thunder intersected, a cold light continued to surge out, and the Dulu sword moved forward from the center of the two with an astonishing gesture.

Invisible way!

Qianqiu Undead sensed something, but it was too late, a shadowless and invisible sword light whizzed over, directly submerging him in the tide of sword energy.

An Jing's body and sword have merged into one, reaching an incomparably mysterious state.

In the sky and on the earth, there is only one sword!

This sword is as fast as a meteor, but not only can't see the sword, can't see the sword light, and can't even feel the breath of the sword.

In the end, the sword pierced straight into Qianqiu Undead's chest.

"teacher!"

Qi Xuandao, who was confronting Zhao Qingmei, saw this and couldn't help but lose his voice.

Qianqiu Undead looked at the sword on his chest and said, "What a fast sword."

Before the words fell, An Jing was about to pull out the sword from Qianqiu Undead's chest.

But at the next moment, an astonishing scene appeared. Qianqiu Undead actually reached out and grabbed the blade of the world's number one sword. There was a black thunder flashing between his palms. After colliding with Dulu's blade, splashes There are countless electric sparks.

"not good!"

At this sudden crisis moment, An Jing released the Dulu Sword without hesitation and stepped back. Almost at the same time, the Qianqiu Immortal who was holding the Dulu Sword flipped his palm, and the world was turned upside down.

An Jing, who stood between the heaven and the earth, also overturned, and his whole body's energy and blood flowed backward.

An Jing's figure made a rattling sound, and an invisible force seemed to hit him from above, like a vast mountain falling on his shoulders.

The "Unknown Heart Sutra" in An Jing's body began to circulate, and the purple true energy in the sea of ​​energy in his body rushed forward like vast rivers and lakes, blocking the aura that came like a falling mountain.

Afterwards, these two auras continued to intertwine, and then unexpectedly poured into An Jing's body.

In an instant, the seemingly peaceful surface in the body suddenly became turbulent and murderous. Once these two auras exploded, even An Jing's fleshy body might die suddenly.

I saw that the two qi mechanisms kept interlacing back and forth, as if they would never stop, An Jing's spirit gradually became unstable, and it was clear that the time was not more than a breath, but An Jing suddenly seemed to have passed for several years. It has become a little awkward.

"No, I want to break the coercion of this eternal immortal."

An Jing thought secretly, and spun the "Nameless Heart Sutra" wholeheartedly, all the acupoints in his body began to agitate, and a profound and profound feeling came to his heart, the sky, the earth, the sun, the moon and the galaxy were all under his feet.

The "Wuming Heart Sutra" is the world's number one martial art of mind, mysterious and fascinating, and immediately resolved the pressure of the eternal immortal with its supreme power.

boom--!boom--!

Suddenly there was a dull thunderous crash between the sky and the earth, and it continued.

Qianqiu Undead also took advantage of this time to suppress the injuries in his body.

After reaching the realm of the great master, the true energy in the body has evolved into true essence, and apart from refining the body, the speed of recovery of the true essence is also visible to the naked eye, which can be said to turn decay into magic. If it is not a fatal injury, it is basically difficult to kill it.

But the Qianqiu Immortal in front of him is immortal for a thousand years, and the flesh, muscles and bones in his body are different from other people's in many ways.

Seeing An Jing get away so quickly, he couldn't help feeling a little dignified in his heart.

The next moment, hundreds of afterimages of An Jing appeared in front of Qianqiu Undead, condensed but not scattered.

An Jing held the Dulu sword in his hand, and kept drawing swords. These hundreds of figures have different shapes and different moves, but each figure is better than the most brilliant sword manual in the world.

Qianqiu Immortal also saw the sharp coldness of Immortal Sword and Dulu Sword, so he didn't choose to fight recklessly, but kept retreating towards the rear.

As the two advanced and retreated, countless afterimages stretched over half of the mountain.

The afterimages behind An Jing began to dissipate slowly, and then these figures gradually merged into one, forming a figure like the wind.

"Hey!"

In the end, An Jing's sword hit Qianqiu Immortal's forehead, as if the whole world was stagnant.

An Jing held the Dulu sword and looked at Qianqiu Undead in front of him.

Qianqiu Undead looked calm, and looked at An Jing calmly.

One is a young man in his prime, and the other is an old man in his waning years.

The two top masters in the world stand on both sides of the world, fighting against each other, each occupying half of the country.

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Yujing City, lock Longjing.

The sky was clear, cloudless, and clear.

At this time, what happened to Houjin has not been completely spread in the world, so Yujing City is still very calm.

At the bottom of Suolongjing, the sun has never been seen here, and you can't see your fingers. It seems to be the darkest place in the world.

The spiritual form of the earth veins is entrenched in the deepest part of Suolongjing. At this time, the huge dragon's body is already covered with black marks. It has long been polluted by evil spirits, and even rotted.

From that expression, one can even see the pain. It has endured this pain for hundreds of years, and now it is a little numb.

At this moment, there seemed to be a ray of light shining from a distance in the dark place, and billions of starlight leaked from the huge crack above.

The twelve copper pillars were all translucent, mysterious and unpredictable.

In the shining starlight, one can finally see the situation in Suolongjing. The place is vast and vast, just like the ancient emperor's sacrifice to heaven.

There are 81 ancient bronze pillars outside, standing around in a staggered pattern.On every ancient bronze pillar, there are iron chains that gather in the middle like pythons, and go straight into a misty void.

The inside of Suolongjing is extended by cross fish silk thread, and there are occasionally four sun god patterns, corresponding to the eight directions of Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, and Kun.

An Jing has seen the scene here, not only when he sneaked into Suolongjing for the first time, but also in Yuzhou City before.

The starlight shone on the spirit of the earth veins, as if a flame was burning, and the incarnation of the spirit of the earth veins suddenly began to roll in pain. There were more and more black parts on its body, and the rotten parts on its body intensified. It looked terrible.

An aberration has occurred!

The entire Suolongjing was trembling and shaking, like an earth dragon turning over.

"Pass! Pass! Pass! Pass!"

Not long after, all the objects transformed by the spirit of the earth veins became black and surrounded, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered around the spirit of the earth veins was gradually disappearing, and the incomparably rich evil spirit began to spread in all directions.

The spirit of the earth veins wants to struggle, but under the starlight, it has nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, it can only let the starlight like a raging fire shine on its body, transforming its body The body of the thing is burning.

Under the light of this star, the spirit of the earth veins also undergone drastic changes. All the golden light from his body faded away, and disappeared in an instant, replaced by a dark and eerie black brilliance.

After that, under the entire Suolongjing, all the aura of heaven and earth disappeared completely, and the evil spirit occupied every corner of Suolongjing like a billowing wave.

In the invisible underground, the black aura is spreading in all directions.

At the same time, there seemed to be a black cloud rising above Suolongjing.

The cloud was extremely dark, covering the sky, making the world dark, and the darkness was still spreading, attacking the entire Yujing City.

"This... what's going on here?"

"Dark clouds overwhelm the sky, and it seems that something ominous is about to happen."

"In the end what happened!?"

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All the civil and military officials in Yujing City and the common people in the city looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and they all felt an inexplicable depression that made people breathless.

Yong'an Renhuang stood outside the railing, looked at the sky above his head, and whispered to himself: "It seems that it really came."

Zhuo Yuchang whispered beside him: "Your Majesty, the weather is turning cold, it's better to rest earlier."

Emperor Yong'an took a deep breath and asked, "How is Duke Ming?"

After returning from Suolongjing, the body of the white-browed eunuch seemed to collapse at once. The old eunuch's body had become exhausted. After careful calculation, the old eunuch had served three emperors, and two of them were even more so. He has been in power for more than sixty years.

But no matter what, he is still a four-qi master, and it is impossible to look at this world's top master with the body of an ordinary person.

Zhuo Yuchang hurriedly said: "After eating the red jade pill given by His Majesty, Grandpa's health has improved, but his body is still feverish."

Yong'an Human Emperor Liu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in his heart: "The evil spirit is getting more and more serious."