The First Sword of the Earth

Chapter 383 The Old Sword Comes Out of the Mountain

For Wang Sheng, the process of breaking the formation was very simple.

He only needs to follow Yao Yun's instructions, fly up and down in front of the mountain wall a few times, cut some stones with the Wuling sword, and then condense the Qi sword with magic power, and send the Qi sword into the hole he dug out. In the long hole.

This operation is a bit like a construction team burying a pipe and blowing up a mountain...

Probably everything in the world is interconnected.

It took half an hour to set up before and after, and Yao Yun reminded Wang Sheng again, asking Wang Sheng to confirm with Jian Zong and Jian Qishier's formation spirit again, whether it is really necessary to break through this large formation.

They only care about frying, but they don't care about repairing.

Wang Sheng went to ask again. Master Qinglong, the head of the Sword Sect, specially recruited a disciple who was suitable for entering Sword Seventy-two. After entering, he awakened the spirit and asked about it.

This disciple came out, showed the video recorded by Senior Zhen Ling, and confirmed the breaking of the formation.

So, according to what Yaoyun said, Wang Sheng held Wuling Sword, stood in front of the mountain wall in Lingkong, and began to transfer mana.

‘Use your strongest sword at this time to activate the formation here, and then detonate the one hundred and eight Qi swords. '

"It's that simple?"

"The difficult thing is to calculate the formation's context and base nodes," Yao Yun said lightly, and Wang Sheng could only smile awkwardly.

He is a swordsman, and he doesn't know much about these things;

We don't dare to say more, and we don't dare to ask more.

Refreshing his energy and concentration, Wang Sheng's mana surged around his body, and the night sky above his head was full of stars, and he danced the Ziwei Heavenly Sword.

To unleash a sword with all his strength, Wang Sheng also needs to "warm up" in advance to adjust his state to the best.

Ziwei Tianjian unleashed every move, and the sword power arranged according to the Big Dipper continued to explode towards the sky, making the sword cultivator below a little dazzled.

Those with a lower realm can only feel the tyrannical magic power contained in the starry sword shadows Wang Sheng shot at the sky;

But the elders of the Sword Sect who are in the realm of Tianfu can intuitively feel at this moment how exquisite each sword shadow is,

What a profound kendo rhyme is contained...

No wonder, Wang Sheng was able to defeat the entire western dark camp by himself before.

Suddenly there was a loud shout from mid-air, and Wang Sheng's sword was rising again. The sword was as fast as fire, and the strokes were like shooting stars. Sword shadows condensed around Wang Sheng's body.

The point of Jianguang has turned from the sky to the mountain wall ahead!

The formation of 'Sword Seventy-Two' was impressive, strands of cyan light gathered together, but the ancient sword as the eye of the formation was suppressing the power of the formation at this moment, and it was doing what was inside and outside.

Wang Sheng's long sword moved forward a little, and the starlight in the sky was instantly closed, and the countless solidified sword shadows quickly overlapped towards the Wuling sword.

Ziwei strikes a sword!

Condensing Wang Sheng's mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, and gathering Wang Sheng's current understanding of kendo with a sword!

That ray of light was dazzling, as if a 100-meter-long sword glow burst out, but the sword glow turned back to the Wuling Sword in a blink of an eye!

The Wuling Sword's body rippled with light marks like water waves, and the sword contained the power of Ziwei's dominance, and it stabbed towards the cliff in front without any fancy.

In front of the mountain wall, a vague sword shadow more than ten meters long emerged from the mountain wall, and a majesty like the might of the sky pressed on Wang Sheng!

Wang Sheng was shocked, but the sword move in his hand did not weaken at all, two divine lights burst out in his eyes, and that unyielding and unyielding human swordsmanship suddenly burst out!

The sword shadow in front of the mountain wall stabs forward, and as the blue light surges, the sword body becomes more solid!

But the moment before this huge sword was really formed, the Spiritless Sword was already facing it; the sword tips intersected, and a shock wave raged up and down along the mountain wall...

All of a sudden, swords blared from the mountain behind the Sword Sect, and all the swords of the Sword Sect monks were all 'riots'!

And in front of the mountain wall, between the sword tips, there were two blue and purple rays of light bursting out. Wang Sheng was blessed. Half a second before Yaoyun's reminder appeared in the bottom of his heart, he detonated the one hundred and eight weapons that had been buried in the mountain before. Dao Qi Sword.

There were several loud bangs, and the blurry sword shadow was directly shattered. The whole mountain shook violently, and there were many landslides on this side of the mountain...

Ziwei's sword still had enough power to strike out, but the formation in front had been broken, Wang Sheng was afraid that he would destroy the "antique" of Jianzong, so he forcibly changed the front thrust of the Wuling sword to an upward thrust, and changed the front thrust of Ziwei's sword. The strength turned into a bright crescent-shaped sword light, cutting towards the night sky...

The nearby elders of the Sword Sect and the disciples of the Sword Sect in the mountains all stared at the sword light soaring into the sky, all a little dazed.

Such a state, such a way of swordsmanship, such a cultivation base...

They don't know how long it takes to practice.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The familiar loud laughter suddenly came from the cliff, Wang Daochang's heart skipped a beat.

This rampant smile... Could it be that an ancient demon was released?

However, I haven't heard of a spirit body that can fall into a demon on its own. A spirit is a spirit. A slowly born spirit body like Senior Zhenling's character and personality are very similar to the "sword master" who trained them.

Master Qingfeng is the descendant of Wenquxing, so naturally he can't be some kind of devil.

A blue light flashed from a gap in the mountain wall, it was a three-foot Qingfeng sword that looked ordinary or even plain; this sword was wrapped in a cloud of blue light, exuding a sense of peace and righteousness.

Immediately after it broke through, it soared into the sky, bringing out dozens of cyan thunderbolts in the air, and then fell straight down, floating in front of Wang Sheng.

Wisps of blue and white rays of light converged, condensing the figure of the senior spirit, still with white hair and white beard.

The old man seemed to recognize the identity of the sword spirit in the Wuling sword, and he was not in a hurry to reminisce with Wang Sheng. He made a salute first, and said in an old tune: "Thank you for your help, my lord... old man... Xiao I have to bother you about the sword, I really broke the little sword."

Yaoyun turned into a three-inch-tall fairy, stood on Wang Sheng's shoulder, and replied calmly, "It's all right, let's go down."

"Yes," Senior Zhen Ling replied respectfully, smilingly cupped his hands at Wang Sheng, and then dropped the ancient sword behind him.

The attitude of the ancient sword at this time also proved the strictness of the Heavenly Court and the noble status of Yaoyun back then.

"I remember that this senior seems to be a mortal sword that Wen Quxing carried with him when he was walking in the world, and was cultivated by Wen Quxing to create a sword spirit," Wang Sheng muttered, "Why is he so respectful to you?"

Yaoyun snorted, "You treat everyone like you, there are no rules."

The corner of Wang Daochang's mouth twitched, "It's good that I don't have hands and feet."

"Bah! You and your patriarch have the same temperament!"

Yaoyun was about to get angry, but she chuckled again, and said calmly, "It seems that I have to watch you more closely, if Fairy Huaqing is by your side, I'm afraid I will fall into your wolf mouth before I get married. claw.

If Fairy Huaqing is no longer by your side, I'm afraid you will go to attract others and treat other female nuns like crazy! "

Wang Sheng's complexion suddenly collapsed, and he begged for mercy in the air, Yao Yun smiled faintly, and returned to the Wuling Sword by himself.

"Sure enough," Wang Daochang shook his head with emotion, "Ginger is still old and spicy."

As soon as the words fell, the Wuling Sword flew behind him, and with lightning speed, the hilt lightly smashed Wang Sheng's head.

This scene also made many elders of Jianzong see it, and they were full of emotion.

It's great to have a fairy sword with a formed sword spirit;

It's great to have a sword spirit who is already extraordinary in cultivation and knowledgeable, who can become the wings of a tiger and the cloud of a dragon in wartime, and who can guide the sword master's practice in normal times;

On the basis of these, this sword spirit is still a pleasing real fairy, a noble and well-connected princess of heaven, who occasionally acts as a confidante and flirts with the sword master...

I really... want to swear.

Soon, the ancient sword fell in front of Daoist Qinglong, and Daoist Qinglong saluted forward, and the elders of the Sword Sect also hurried forward to salute.

Gu Jian Jian Ling accepted it calmly, explained a few things to Jian Zong, then turned around and flew back into the mountain wall.

From now on, it will still guard Jian Qishier here, and cultivate Jianzong's swordsmanship; by the way, if Jianzong is in danger, he will help him.

This is Jianzong's strongest hole card in the future, and it is also a great deterrent.

According to the ancient sword and sword spirit, unless there is a real immortal who suppresses Jianzong, he can keep Jianzong safe; wait for the birth of an immortal in Jianzong, it can continue to focus on the duty entrusted to him by Master Qingfeng - to cultivate Good talent.

Immortal...

Wang Sheng, who had been staying in the air, also heard these words and sighed: "This senior is actually comparable to a real immortal."

"That's because his foundation is too bad, the quality of the sword is too bad, even if a sword spirit is born, the power of this sword is limited," Yao Yun said lightly in Wang Sheng's heart, "When Emperor Ziwei wore a sword, The sword spirit can rival the Taiyi Jinxian who has a heavy treasure, and is already comparable to a real strong man. '

Wang Sheng couldn't help but snapped his tongue secretly, and then stared at Wulingjian for a while.

'Don't look at me, I'm a spiritual body who started from scratch,' Yao Yun snorted softly, 'I've lost my breath, that ancient sword should be looking for you, my breath is here, he dare not speak. '

After saying that, the Wuling sword returned to its sheath by itself, and Yaoyun was silent again.

Sure enough, just as Yao Yun said, just as she disappeared, Zhen Ling appeared in front of the mountain wall, smiling lightly at Wang Sheng Fuxu.

"Little friend, it's been less than twenty years since we left, and you are no longer what you used to be! Why don't you come here to catch up on the old days? I can't wait to hear what happened to you!"

Wang Sheng smiled and nodded, he was exactly what he wanted.

At the moment, calling out to Senior Sister and Wang Xiaomiao, and just talking to Daoist Qinglong, Daoist Qinglong will naturally not stop him.

After entering Sword Seventy-Two without the protection of the large formation, Wang Sheng saw the 'Senior Zhenling' on the first floor, and immediately pulled his senior sister to meet him, and said something directly without waiting for Zhenling to greet him :

"Senior, can you understand the way of yin and yang?"

"yin and yang?"

Zhen Ling blinked, originally wanted to chat and joke with Wang Sheng, and continue the previous "Nie Yuan", never thought that Wang Sheng would lead a woman who was not a sword cultivator to ask such a question.

"Follow me, here are two sword techniques related to the way of yin and yang, which may be helpful to you."

"On how many floors?"

"Of course it's the eighth floor," Zhen Ling said with a smile, "among those swordsmanship you got but didn't look at last time."

Wang Sheng's spirit was shaken, he dragged his senior sister and ran towards the master's gate.

Wang Xiaomiao, an unattended blooming young girl, rolled her eyes from behind, so she could only trot and follow from behind.