Can Scientific Cultivators Penetrate into the Second Dimension

100. Tianhe Sword! Next 7/9

It is not named after "Tianhe", but "heaven" as the sheath and "river" as the path, so what about the "path"?

With this question in mind, in this space that has been condensed by endless sword intent, when Master Sword Demon bowed his head with difficulty, he saw an extremely huge formation emerging from the entire He Guizong, which was like a huge river. It flows endlessly, using it as a "path" to pull the "Tianhe Sword" down and down.

"Good, good, good! What a Tianhe sword, what a Tianhe sword move! Old ghost, this trip is worth it!"

Before the words fell, Master Sword Demon shattered with a bang, but what scattered was not flesh and blood, but extremely thick smoke, which broke through the blockade of the sword intent and poured towards the sky. During this process, the fog filled the air The range of the sword has expanded more than ten thousand times, and when it comes into contact with the "Tianhe Sword", it has become an endless "dark cloud" covering the fierce sword that destroys the city and the mountains.

Once collided, the black mist that covered the sky and the sun was crushed into an army, and nearly half of it was crushed and annihilated directly, while the remaining ones continued to grow, and they no longer collided with the Tianhe Sword in the form of pure clouds and mist, but transformed into Because of the handle shape, length, weight...even with the sword intent, all the different swords collided with each other.

Compared with the "Tianhe Sword" hanging from the sky, the black mist transformed by Master Sword Demon is weak and weak, but it is endless.

Compared with this piece of black cloud that has been beheaded again and again, the power of the "Tianhe Sword" is clear at a glance, but its successor is powerless... From the beginning to the end, the person who manipulated this "Tianhe Sword" was only a person who couldn't even have a Nascent Soul. It's just a Jindan real person who stepped in.

However, within three breaths, this kind of collision has already accumulated to three thousand times. At this time, the "Tianhe Sword" can barely protrude a third of the blade from the wind layer above the nine heavens, but the "River" is already powerless. support.

First, there was a clear cracking sound from Elder Jin on the sword-testing stage, then the large formation that turned into a "river path" while protecting him dimmed and dissipated, and finally the sword-testing stage under Elder Jin's feet.

Along the small piece where he was standing, the cracks spread little by little, until they disintegrated into tens of thousands of broken pieces with a dull sound.

Seeing this scene, Master Wuyun loosened the palm that was originally held in vain. On the other side, Master Bai Su watched the "Tianhe Sword" disappear in the Gangfeng layer again, and looked down at the golden sword below with a sigh. elders.

"It's rare to achieve this with a golden core body."

"Master Bai Su, why should he be modest? He Guizong has the 'Tianhe Sword', but your Suxin Sect doesn't have the 'Suxin Chakra'?"

A cold light flashed in Master Bai Su's eyes, and he stopped talking. Seeing this, Master Wuyun smiled slightly, raised his hands and patted lightly: "There are still some mice hiding around, so I cleaned them up together."

The law of the five aggregates blazing.

An inaudible applause resounded softly in the minds of every disciple who was hiding in He Guizong's outer sect.

——Why should I hide here?I want to go out!

——So scared, so scared, so scared...

——Has the head abandoned us?Has the sect abandoned us?Are we dead?

——Great, everyone else has soaked up, and everything in He Guizong will belong to me in the future

……

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, fear, color aggregates, feeling aggregates, thought aggregates, formation aggregates, and consciousness aggregates, all kinds of thoughts piled up and overlapped in their minds, breaking through the threshold they could bear in an instant. In less than half a second after this small slap, the heads of more than [-] hidden outer disciples exploded with a "bang", and those who survived were all overwhelmed by all kinds of extreme emotions. vent their emotions to the surroundings.

Among them, Lin Xiu was also inevitably "attacked". However, one second before his sanity fell and collapsed, three "silk threads" tied to his consciousness were suddenly pulled lightly.

"—!"

"Boy Lin!"

"No...I'm fine, Mr. Qian."

He replied in shock, and subconsciously touched the Qiankun bag with three "wooden puppets" on his chest. Mr. Qian didn't have time to pay attention to him. After confirming that Lin Xiu was fine, he directly drove the flying sword and fled to the Nanling Mountains and go.

During this period, Lin Xiu turned his head and saw that the dark clouds that had been shattered and dissipated in the sky by the "Tianhe Sword" gradually closed, including Master Sword Demon who had re-formed into a human form, and the three Nascent Souls returned the Dahe to the clan blocked inside.

On the outside, accompanied by all kinds of shrill howls, the scarlet blood is swaying wantonly on this land that has been passed down for thousands of years, but not everyone is like this. For a little bit of light, they kept fleeing from their former "homeland".

——He Guizong, gone?

Doubts arose from the bottom of my heart, but the voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu immediately extinguished Lin Xiu's thoughts.

"From today onwards, Zhang Jingxian is willing to return the river to the suzerain position and rule the south of the river together with the three masters."

The spiritual light shining on the fourth person who rose up was so strong that Lin Xiu couldn't help but look back and stop paying half of his attention.

——He Guizong, gone.

As if aware of Lin Xiu's thoughts, Elder Qian, who fled with the sword at the fastest speed, suddenly sighed: "Only Tianhe Jianzong disappeared, not He Guizong."

"Old Qian?"

Lin Xiu noticed that the speed of the flying sword under his feet was slowing down, changing from a speeding high-speed train to a train, then from a train to a car, to a bicycle... until it was zero.

At this time, the place where the two were located happened to be the edge of the Nanling Mountains, and they could escape with just one more breath, but just in front of the last breath, a figure with a gourd hanging from his waist blocked the way.

Without trying a meaningless detour, Mr. Qian just pushed down Jianguang and stood in front of Lin Xiu.

"The old man heard that Master Sword Demon has no means of taking disciples in his life, but there are always only nine disciples, one is not too many and one is not too many, what is the real person's ranking?"

"Li is not talented, but he is only listed as the seventh."

Having said that, judging from the smiling expression on his mouth, he seems to be quite complacent... He is indeed qualified to be complacent, how many people in this world can be accepted as a disciple by a Master Nascent Soul?

Lin Xiu noticed that Mr. Qian gently clenched his palm behind him.

"Is Master Li trying to block my way?"

"As entrusted by the master, I dare not refuse."

"……Too."

As if letting go of something, Elder Qian lightly grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand. Lin Xiu felt relieved after noticing his move: With Elder Qian's cultivation level, even if he only hid the sword for a few years, the accumulated aura should be enough To repel the existence of this suspected golden core, at that time, as long as——

"Chong."

Under Lin Xiu's astonished gaze, the ancient long sword was easily pulled out like this - there was neither the fire that melted everything nor the golden light that cut everything.

Just like that, he was pulled out of the scabbard in an unremarkable manner, held in Qian Lao's hand and pointed at that real person Li.

101. When spring comes next year, the sword will still be on 8/9

--why?

With doubts, Lin Xiu heard Qian Lao's second sentence.

"I'm not talented, I have a sword, please teach me."

"Wait--"

Subconsciously, he wanted to move forward, but the sword passing in front of him stopped Lin Xiu's next move. It was only later that he realized that it was the flying sword that had just stepped on that stopped him.

"Boy Lin, the old man is not that fragile. Just stand still and watch."

Holding the hilt of the Cracking Gold Sword in your hand——

Staring at the back in front of him.

--release.

"That's it."

With a sense of relaxation, Qian Lao flicked the blade of the sword lightly, and waved it lightly under the waiting gaze of this real person Li.

"Oh, Little Tianhe Sword?"

Seeing streams of sword energy surrounding his body, Master Li couldn't hide his disappointment: "It's just such a sword technique, there is no need to teach me."

As he spoke, the mana in his body spewed out all over his body, accompanied by a sharp trembling sound, and the aura containing sharpness erupted from him. The three of them were on the ground except Qian Lao and Lin Xiu who was protecting him behind him. The place was neatly shortened by three inches.

The turbulent smoke and dust were blown to a distance of more than 200 meters, and the stream of sword energy that had just been formed was directly shattered and ceased to exist.

"If there is anything else, just use it."

With a cat-and-mouse banter, Li Zhenren raised his hand to signal the old monk in front of him to continue, but what he waited for was not despair, but doubts.

"What is Master Li talking about?"

"Ok?"

"Isn't this old man's sword just used?"

"—!"

Suddenly looking up, I saw drops of "water droplets" floating in the air up, down, left, and right.

"Is it the 'Tianhe' just now?"

Just now he shattered the "Tianhe" with the overwhelming magic power of the golden core state. According to common sense, the "river water" formed by drawing the spiritual energy should collapse directly, but why——

Sensing some kind of movement, Master Li suddenly lowered his head, staring fixedly at the old monk with half a foot in the coffin in front of him through the dense water droplets.

"Have you lost your kung fu?"

"No, no, no."

Hanging down the sword in his hand, Elder Qian sighed, "It's just a 'sword'."

"Old man!"

"The real person is optimistic."

The "water droplets" lingering in the radius of [-] meters elongated drop by drop into the shape of a sword in mid-air, aiming at the figure in the center who kept taking out the magic weapon for protection. The aura emanating from each "sword" The fluctuation is only one or two levels of Qi training, but there are more than a million "swords" hanging within this hundred meters at this moment?

"This sword is called Tianhe Hidden Sword Art!"

In an instant, millions of "swords" all slammed into the figure who was trying to escape.

"boom--------!!!"

……

He Guizong.

"Oh?"

"Master Sword Demon?"

"It's okay, a disciple of this deity was beheaded."

"This...how about delaying the matter of dealing with the southern province of Xi'an?"

At this moment, the new Hegui Sect Master who was sitting opposite Master Sword Demon suddenly interrupted: "Leave such trivial matters to our disciples, Shen Ao."

"Yes, Master."

"Take the Jinghe Sword and go kill the Xiao Xiaozhi who offended the Master."

"The disciple leads the order."

After waiting for Shen Ao to leave, Master Sword Demon smiled, "Sect Master Zhang, my disciple is a Golden Core cultivator, your disciple is only mere foundation building, so you are not afraid of following in the footsteps?"

Zhang Jingxian smiled bluntly: "If this is his fate, it should be regarded as seeing off that disciple of the Master."