After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

"Step aside."

The voice was cold, and the white-clothed swordsman stood holding his sword, with dark waves surging behind him, and the sharp and solemn sword made people shudder. There was a powerful deterrent force that shook the world, and the trembling of the ground and treetops was even more severe.

But the person in the arms is separated by a barrier, protecting it from outside intrusion.

The change in An Jinnian's expression just now disappeared, but his face turned pale under the pressure.

The howling wind from above made his red robe rattle, like a lightly butterfly, standing majestically in the wind.

Under such coercion, he did not retreat at all, just smiled, his expression was calm and indifferent, his voice was very low, and he faintly restrained: "If you don't give me someone, senior, you won't let me—"

As soon as the voice fell, in the next second, the person turned into a red light and rushed towards Shi Yuan. The speed was extremely fast, the paranoid eyes were even redder, and he had no consciousness of facing No. 1 in the world at all.

Cheng Shuang once said in a gathering of brothers and sisters that everyone in the world said that the sword ancestor Shiyuan lived in seclusion, was obsessed with cultivating Taoism, and didn't care about world affairs, so there was less interaction with people, and there was no fireworks. Cold hearted, like a weapon.

How did they know that his junior brother was originally such a person.

Since the first time I met him at the beginning, nothing has changed.

In his words, unless the sky collapses and the mountains and rivers flow backwards, there is probably nothing in this world that can make him stop and look back.

Thinking back to when they were born and experienced, they had witnessed many sufferings in the world, whether it was the ruins of the country, the sorrow, the grievances and resentments, the injustice, or the separation of life and death... He never had the slightest bit of intolerance or hesitation in the world. .

He is obviously a swordsman, but he seems to be ruthless.

Therefore, today An Jinnian is against him and blocks his way, will he show mercy because An Jinnian is a rising star in the Zhongtian Realm because of his outstanding talent?

Naturally not.

What's more, Shi Yuan knew exactly what kind of person An Jinnian was.

I saw that his fingertips were infused with spiritual power, and his eyes were flat.

The sword robe in white twitched, he clenched Zhewu and raised his hand to make a horizontal slash. Suddenly, a beam of sword light and bright moon struck, and the sword energy was like a mighty wind. It expanded from small to large, and broke through the entire ruins. The huge momentum of the cut.

Seeing the sword light coming towards him, the smile on the corner of An Jinnian's mouth disappeared, his red eyes were deep and hard to distinguish, and his clenched fists were bulging with veins.

I saw him clasping his hands together, his whole body turned into a huge scarlet long knife, he raised the blade high, slashed fiercely from top to bottom, and hit the sword light.

With a loud bang, the two forces collided, and the sharp sword energy scattered, cutting through the spirit wood and herbs.

An Jinnian appeared from the gunpowder smoke, raised his eyes, and rushed up again without stopping.

The pitch-black sword blade swam around with a domineering aura, exuding great strength, and every move carried a fierce sword intent, and the red figure flashed extremely quickly, waving the virtual and real blade in his hand, and took them one by one !

A full five strokes!

If there were other people present, or if it was the second competition, everyone would have widened their eyes and marveled that such a junior could survive a whole day under Jianzu's Zhewu sword. Five strokes!

What kind of talent and ability is this!

The spirit power of the Cloud Realm School is not as overbearing and fierce as that of the Sword Cultivation School. It is full of toughness, hardness and softness, and it will change thousands of times according to the host's spiritual root attributes.

And An Jinnian's blood ghost spirit is one in a million mutated spirit, which is extremely cherished.

But even though he has such a talent, in the Yunjing faction where blood is the most important, he is no match for any collateral line of low-grade dual spiritual roots, and he has been squeezed out and suppressed.

Although the situation is pitiful, he is no match for good fortune. You must know that the person who fought against him today is No. 1 in the Zhongtian Realm, and he is holding Zhewu, an ancient divine soldier in his hand!

The white robe is facing the wind, and the ink-carved sword eyebrows and star eyes have lost the last trace of patience in those eyes.

Suddenly, the sword energy stopped abruptly, the surrounding sword intent dissipated out of thin air, and the swaying vegetation stagnated. At this moment, there was silence within a hundred feet of the two of them.

The thin lips were slightly parted, and in a deep and pleasant voice, he spit out four words: "Tiangan. Zhige——"

An Jinnian's heart tightened, his nerves tensed up, and he was completely on guard.

The sword cultivator in white turned his wrist, and there were hundreds of sword lights almost in the blink of an eye. In an instant, the sky of the entire secret realm of the ruins was like a meteor falling, and the white light was dazzling, forming a gorgeous net of life and death.

Within the light of the sword, life and death stop fighting.

In Zhongtian Realm, everyone knows that the sword ancestor Shiyuan created his own sword technique "Heaven Stem" when he was out of his body. There are seventeen moves in the sword technique. The moves are exquisite and complicated. To develop to the extreme, without leaving a trace of blank space.

And 'Zhi Ge' is the first move of "Heavenly Stems".

In this giant net that covers the sky, An Jinnian hesitated to be a trapped beast, with no one to fight against.

Given his natural talent, An Jinnian might be able to compare with Shi Yuan, but Shi Yuan's more than 1000 years of practice and experience are not comparable to a younger generation like An Jinnian.

Winning or losing was actually doomed from the very beginning.

The monstrous sword light split through the enchantment of countless relics and fairylands, and the mottled and broken secret realm seemed to be overturned in the next second.

The pitch-black long sword disappeared, Shi Yuan hugged the person in his arms, and flew away without stopping.

After the gunpowder smoke passed, the ruins were in a mess. Except for a verdant old locust tree within a hundred meters, there was an empty space, leaving yellow sand and waste rocks alone.

In front of the tree, a figure stood upright.

The blood ghost covering An Jinnian's body slowly disappeared, and the gray clothes returned to their original appearance, but they were not as clean as before. There were sword marks and gray-yellow soil on the sleeves and hem.

The bright red blood splattered along the back of the hand and dripped from the fingertips.

An Jinnian slowly raised his head, staring at the broken barrier.

The majestic and straight body suddenly lost strength, as if unable to support it, kneeling hard on the ground, kicking up a trace of dust, his right hand supported the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The gravel was in the palm of his hand, his long hair slid over his shoulders and fell on his arm, a jade plaque fell from the front of his chest, and his deep red eyes stared at Wei Wei in a daze.

If it weren't for the jade card to block half of his power, he would have already become a dead soul under the sword at this moment.

Sure enough, he is still too far away now...

The unrestrained and unrestrained look broke, and there was no emotion on the quiet face, as if he didn't feel pain, only a ruthless and mocking smile hung on the thin and cool lips.

Won't keep you complacent for long...

Sooner or later...

Thinking about it, he glanced at the unscathed An Yijing under the tree from the cold corner of his eyes, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The traces covered under the silver robe flashed in his mind, and a trace of anger that he didn't realize was entangled in his heart.

It's hard to protect yourself, and you still want to protect the safety of others, it's really stupid and ridiculous...

……

The next day, Zhongtian Documentary, wrote in a new chapter.

On the fourth day of the Relics Fairyland Grand Meeting, when all the members of the Immortal Sect were enjoying the rare exchange with the Yunjing Sect, two major events happened, and the Relics Fairyland Grand Meeting was forced to be cancelled.

One is that the fairyland, the ruins of the Yunjing faction, was destroyed, and Jianzu Shiyuan broke out of the mirror, holding a person in his arms.Before the guards could see it clearly, it turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the sky.

Second, An Huailing, the reclusive third lady of the Yunjing faction, was assassinated, and the Taoist essence was taken away from her body, and her body was found in the back mountain of Beiyuan of the Yunjing faction.

When An Huaiting, the leader of the Yunjing faction, learned about it, he was furious, and urgently issued an imperial edict, announcing the entire Zhongtian Realm and the murderer.

'No matter how Xiaoxiao hides, he will definitely use all the strength of the Yunjing faction to bring him to justice, and he will be ashes! '

Having said that, in fact, everyone knows it well.

There are no more than five people in the entire Zhongtian Realm who can kill the third lady under the noses of the Yunjing faction and even many powerful participants...

And Jianzu Shiyuan happened to appear in the Yunjing faction at that time, and even broke through the relics of the fairyland to take away one person... Such a coincidence inevitably makes people suspicious.

For a while, there were different opinions...