I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Di Shitian yelled and broke his voice, holding the sky with one hand, drawing infinite spiritual energy, and blowing endless storms.

The storm was raging, and the world was destroyed, as if the gods were wrathful.

In the center of the storm, Di Shitian propped up a majestic fairy palace with one hand, and suppressed Lear head-on.

In the ice and snow corner, Luo Xian shivered.

Lear's expression remained unchanged, he looked at Di Shitian jokingly, and said with a smile, "Is it the phantom of Tiangong?"

"Pretending to be a ghost, the momentum is not small, but it's a pity that I can't bluff this seat!"

The Heavenly Palace supported by Di Shitian with one hand does not really exist, but he pulls people's hearts with his surging spiritual power, transforms into a false heaven, and traps people in it.

This is a brilliant illusion, beyond the scope of martial arts.

When ordinary people see this kind of scene, their legs will become weak and their liver and gallbladder will be torn apart.

Lear saw through the essence of Tiangong phantom at a glance.

If it wasn't for the fact that it would take too much mana to activate the Jingyan Palace, Li Er really wanted Di Shitian to have a look at what a real Heavenly Palace is called.

He opened his mouth and spat out, and ten streaks of light flashed across, creating cracks in the sky.

Click!Click!

There was a crisp sound of glass breaking, and the entire sky, like a bright mirror, was covered with spider webs, and it seemed that it would be shattered if it was pushed harder.

The illusion of Tiangong dissipated, leaving only snow and ice.

The ten streams of light exceed the speed of sound, and the naked eye cannot capture the trajectory they draw, so they can only be sensed with spiritual thoughts.

Spiritual thoughts can only be ready after the power of the soul has grown to a certain level.Di Shitian has survived for nearly 2000 years. During the long years, his spirit and soul have naturally grown a lot, and he is also equipped with spiritual thoughts.

The divine sense was able to capture ten sword weapons, but the physical reaction could not keep up.

Di Shitian dodged in embarrassment, and the snow peaks behind him were flattened.

The mountain peak fell, the snow sea surged, and Luo Xian in the corner was dumbfounded.

For her, it's a battle between gods and gods.

Di Shitian is her master, and the image of an invincible god is engraved in her heart.

But at this moment, the invincible impression that Di Shitian had engraved in her heart was gradually being erased.

It turns out that there are gods more powerful than the master!

Although Di Shitian dodged in embarrassment, his speed was obviously not as good as the ten flying swords controlled by Lear. His eyes were gloomy, and his mask was scratched, revealing an unusually old face with a bloody and bloody sword mark on his face. Bleeding.

Lear's Sword of Eternal Sorrow and Sword of Ningshuang, each has its own special features, surpassing ordinary magic weapons and having different functions.

The Sword of Everlasting Sorrow, from Yin to Cold, was cast from cold jade for thousands of years, and later smelted seven-color crystal mother stone, thunder stone, ice soul, white dew, black cold, god stone, etc., and its grade has been greatly improved.Injured by the Sword of Eternal Sorrow, if the mana is not deep enough, it will instantly turn into a piece of solid ice, freezing all vitality.

The foundation of Ningshuang Sword is deeper than that of Everlasting Sorrow Sword. It has undergone two transformations and has been tempered by Tianlei. It is an out-and-out, genuine fairy sword.The Ningshuang Sword can not only swallow blood, but also bring the dead back to life. More importantly, the Ningshuang Sword is unparalleled in sharpness.Injured by the Ningshuang Sword, weak people will be drained of blood in an instant, and strong people will also bleed profusely.

Even Di Shitian, whose cheek was scratched by Ningshuang Sword, couldn't suppress the wound, blood was oozing out continuously.

Di Shitian's eyes were cold, and he said to Lear in a cold voice, "Young man, do you really think that you can take the life of this god by relying on the power of the flying sword?"

"You're so naive, look at me destroying your ten flying swords!"

"Five Thunders!"

Di Shitian didn't dodge at all, and spread his hands out, stained with colorful lightning, and grabbed Lear's ten flying swords.

Lear sneered.

The five thunders are turned into extremely hands, which melts all the gold and iron in the world, and is the nemesis of the world's magic soldiers.

But the Ningshuang Sword is not an ordinary sword weapon, Wu Lei Huajishou wants to melt the Ningshuang Sword, it is simply a dream!

Di Shitian transformed the five-element divine thunder with his hands, wrapped in a layer of multicolored thunder light, with a gloomy smile, he grabbed the Frost Sword that flew towards him.

However, the next moment, the severe pain caused Di Shitian to let out an earth-shattering roar.

"No~~!"

A pair of palms were cut off, and bloody fingers fell into the ice and snow. Di Shitian looked at the half of the palm left, his eyes were bloodshot, and the painful roar was earth-shattering, triggering an avalanche again in the ice and snow world.

Lear picked out his ears, his eyes became more contemptuous.

It's just that the palms of both hands were chopped off. I can't bear this kind of pain. My heart is too weak to be strong.

Wuming practiced the Heavenly Sword, and suffered three years in the reincarnation of ten thousand swords piercing the heart.In the process of refining the sword gall and shaping the sword bone, Lear wandered on the edge of hell again and again, experiencing the pain of being torn apart.

Compared with Lear and Wuming, Di Shitian is too fragile.

He has thousands of years of skill, but his heart is not enough to control the skill he possesses, let alone fully display the power of the thousand years of skill.

In front of Lear, Di Shitian's sanity was gradually swallowed by pain. He suppressed a hoarse laughter from his throat, like a ghost howling, and said to Lear, "It's been almost 2000 years, and you are the first one who really hurt this god. people, but you can't kill this god, are you ready to accept the anger of this god?"

puff!

The sharp blade pierced into the flesh, and the Ningshuang sword pierced Di Shitian's heart.

Lear curled his lips and murmured softly, "There's so much nonsense."

Chapter 165 Who granted you this divine position?

Ningshuang sword pierced the heart.

Di Shitian lowered his head to look at the shiny white sword pierced through his chest, and the blood kept dripping down.

He laughed strangely, his eyes almost filled with bloodshot eyes, and roared at Lear, "This god is an existence that cannot be killed."

"You are buried under the iceberg for this god!"

"Wan Ren Chuan Yun!"

As Di Shitian roared, all the kung fu accumulated in his body for thousands of years exploded, attracting icebergs one after another, and the icebergs of thousands of feet pierced into the sky, and chopped down at Li Erqi.

Near the main peak of Tianmen, all the icebergs floated up, and the moment they fell, they really seemed to destroy the world.

Luo Xian desperately ran towards the distance, trying to get out of the range covered by the iceberg, she didn't want to die.

Lear looked up at the falling iceberg, and said softly, "Thousands of years of skill, there are still merits. But this kind of gaudy moves are good for crushing people who are weaker than you. To suppress this seat, it is almost impossible. It's delusional."

Lear remained motionless, paying no attention to the falling iceberg.

The field of swordsmanship opened up, covering a radius of ten miles, including Luo Xian.

Luo Xian, who was running away, was frozen, her eyes turned, and she watched the iceberg fall in horror, with despair written all over her face.

Icebergs fell one after another, and before they touched Lear, they had already been crushed outside the scope of the Sword Dao domain, turning into ice shards flying all over the sky.

Luo Xian blinked her eyelids, and she looked at Lear, who was still alive after the catastrophe. The man was dressed in white, and in her eyes he was extremely stalwart.

The ten-thousand-renn iceberg caused no harm to Lear, and Di Shitian was even more furious. His thousand-year-old skills triggered thunder and fell towards Lear with a loud bang.

"Ditian Crazy Thunder!"

As Di Shitian roared, the sky was furious, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled.

One after another thunderbolts fell, just like the wrath of the gods, wanting to destroy the sky and the earth.

Lear raised his eyelids slightly, a little appreciatively.

Over a long period of time, the martial arts developed by Di Shitian can be called spells, and ordinary spells are not equipped with his destructive momentum.

He has no magic power, but he managed to pull the thunder with his profound skills, and he became a thunderbolt.Although it took thousands of years to practice, Di Shitian's talent is also worthy of recognition.

But this level of thunder is still a lot worse.

The thunder roared, fell down, and the moment it touched the field of kendo, it was eliminated invisible.

Along the way, he has absorbed the infinite wisdom of swordsmanship in the sword world, and Lear's swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds.

Wan Jian Guizong made a further breakthrough and evolved into the field of swordsmanship. This is no longer swordsmanship and swordsmanship, but the supernatural power of swordsmanship.

People in the world often describe Lear with his mastery of martial arts and mastery of swordsmanship.

Right now, Lear has transcended the scope of martial arts, and also transcended the scope of swordsmanship and swordsmanship. He has truly embarked on a journey of seeking Tao, which is different from ordinary people.

The two big moves of Wanren Piercing Cloud and Ditian Kuanglei didn't hurt Lear at all, Di Shitian was finally afraid.

In the long years, there were many people who made him afraid, but there were almost no people who crushed him like Lear.

In the era of the First Emperor, the Demon God Lu Bu, and the Martial Saint Guan Yu, Di Shitian was not yet successful in martial arts, and he was avoiding.

Later, he survived generation after generation of heroes, studied for thousands of years, and finally achieved great martial arts.

A hundred years ago, it was the era of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang. Di Shitian also faced Zhang Sanfeng directly, but Zhang Sanfeng could not crush him.

Decades ago, Wu Wudi, one of the top ten warriors, was born, but Wu Wudi was far behind the Wudang ancestor, let alone crush him.

Today, he tried his best, but was crushed by the young man in front of him.

God has treated him so unfairly!

He has accumulated and studied for thousands of years, and accommodates hundreds of martial arts, but time and time again he has to avoid those outstanding people who have turned out to be born out of nowhere.It seems that there are outstanding people in every era, but he has never been truly invincible.

Di Shitian suffered unprecedented severe injuries in the long years, and he gradually calmed down.

Even if these outstanding people are magnificent and amazing, so what if they are amazing for a lifetime, won't they turn into a pile of loess in the end?

Who can live forever like him, Di Shitian?

Thinking of this, Di Shitian already had the idea of ​​running away.

The big deal is that he can avoid it for another 100 years, avoiding the era of the young man in front of him.

Can't fight, can't he hide?

In the eyes, the cold gaze condensed into substance, and shot towards Lear.

His eyes turned sharp, and a strange force wanted to attack and kill Lear.

Shocking robbery!

This was a shocking catastrophe in the four battles of Di Shitian's Sacred Heart. Ordinary people would be instantly killed, but when it fell on Lear, there was no movement at all.

Di Shitian had expected this result long ago.

If Jingmu Jie could kill Lear instantly, he wouldn't be in such a mess.

boom! boom! boom!

Di Shitian's heart, pierced by the Ningshuang sword, beat again, extremely powerfully, and the sound of heartbeats resounded throughout the world.

The Ningshuang Sword was shaken out and flew back into Lear's hands.

Lear was unmoved, and looked at Di Shitian curiously.

Heaven's Heart Tribulation!

Di Shitian launched the Heavenly Heart Tribulation in the Sacred Heart Art, using his own heart to mobilize the enemy's heart, to make Lear's heart and lungs shatter.

It's a pity that Lear's sword heart is as hard as iron, and Di Shitian can't move it at all.

Di Shitian did not use the last move in the four battles of the Sacred Heart against Lear, Shang Shen Jie.

Because Shang Shen Jie is a move that hurts the enemy a thousand and hurts himself eight hundred.

He took a deep breath and said to Lear, "Young man, I have to admit that you are even better than those outstanding people in history. I surrendered today, but you can't take my life."

"This god is immortal, but you, how many years can you live?"

"A hundred years later, this god will come to your grave to offer a stick of incense and a bowl of wine to commemorate your enemy."

Lear held the Ningshuang sword in his hand, blinked, and asked with a chuckle, "How many years can I live?"

"I don't know how long your lifespan is, but I can be sure that you will die before me. When I extract all your phoenix blood, I will be the one who will never die."

"By the way, extract the phoenix blood from your body, do you think you will die?"

Di Shitian's expression changed drastically. He depended on the phoenix blood for longevity, but Lier cut it open, and his soul was lost, and his figure suddenly grew taller.

Di Shitian soared straight up, his figure soared like a celestial being, his whole body skill broke through the sound barrier, turned into a stream of light, and fled towards the distance.

Indulge in the immortal steps!

This lightness skill, or escape technique, was so fast that it surpassed the sound, and he escaped a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.

Li Erping held up the Ningshuang sword and said with a smile, "Can you escape?"

A wave of energy locked Di Shitian, no matter how far he fled to the ends of the earth, he couldn't break free.