Chapter 342: Draw your sword to the sky, the war is about to begin

  "Donglong!"

  This word was like a huge stone hitting everyone's heart, causing a storm.

  Many monks have imagined the way to immortality, and even crossed the Immortal River in their dreams, danced with the real dragon, and discussed the Tao with the real phoenix. Unfortunately, after waking up, everything was in vain.

  "I never bother with this ethereal and empty path. I just want to hold a three-foot sword and carve out an era that belongs to me."

  Chang Geng Sword Immortal pursues the way of swordsmanship throughout his life, and does not covet power or indulge in love affairs.

  "I wish you... that your path will come true!"

  When I talk to you today, I realize that time is precious.

  The old man Qingniu could be considered an elder, but he bowed to the Sword Immortal and said sincerely.

  The sword fairy returned the gift calmly.

  Wow -

  a mist covered the old man, and soon he disappeared, hiding in the dark and watching.

  Soon after, many top powers came here in person.

  "If we win this battle, I can say that the swordsman is the best in the world."

  A certain great scholar from the Confucian sect said respectfully.

  "May the Sword Immortal climb the mountain and win!"

  Tingyulou's ancestor said loudly.

  "If you can understand the true meaning of swordsmanship from the Sword Immortal, you will benefit from it for life."

  In the eyes of swordsmen in the world, Chang Geng Sword Immortal is a living myth.

  Some people toasted to the Sword Immortal from a distance to show their admiration and respect. The Sword Immortal respected him and drank all the wine in the glass suspended in front of him.

  Someone asked the swordsman how to climb the path of swordsmanship. For many doubts, Sword Immortal answered them one by one.

  Some people dared to ask: "Apart from the sword in your hand, have you never been moved by emotion in your life?"

  "Maybe!"

  Upon hearing this question, there was a ripple in the eyes of the sword fairy and a smile at the corner of his mouth. smile.

  "Which woman in the world can make you fall in love?"

  the man asked again.

  "She is a banished immortal who fell into the mortal world. This world cannot tolerate her, and no one is qualified to see her true face. I am lucky to know her in this life, and I dare not feel blasphemy." I

  thought of a certain period in the past . After the experience, the sword fairy had a bit of respect in his eyes.

  Wow -

  these remarks caused an uproar.

  As strong as the Chang Geng Sword Immortal, he actually admitted that he was not qualified.

  There are plenty of gossipy people in the world who want to ask too many questions.

  However, the sword fairy stopped answering and remained silent.

  Everyone wisely shut up, so as not to anger the Sword Immortal and cause trouble.

  "Disperse."

  The sword immortal raised his hand and waved his sleeves.

  Swish, swish, swish -

  in an instant, the millions of spiritual swords in the clouds made a violent trembling sound.

  Then, all the spiritual swords dispersed and returned to the hands of their original owners.

  After one stick of incense, the sky in Ziyun Mountain became clear and bright.

  "I'm finally back."

  The sword cultivators looked at the swords in their hands, and the huge boulder hanging in their hearts slowly dropped. If the sword is not returned, it is not easy to find a useful weapon again.

  "Sword Immortal is going to climb the mountain."

  Under the gaze of everyone, Chang Geng Sword Immortal turned towards Ziyun Mountain and took heavy steps.

  "It will work out!"

  In a corner of the crowd, Chen Qingyuan clasped his hands, praying that the Sword Immortal could fulfill his wish.

  Ordinary people do not understand the meaning of Jianxian's mountain climbing, including countless Mahayana monks.

  Only the powerful in the realm of Shenqiao can understand the profound meaning of this battle.

  "If he wins, there is a chance that he can cross the broken bridge and reach the other side."

  "In today's world, it is impossible for a great emperor to appear." "

  Although the chance is extremely small and minuscule, this life is countless times more brilliant than before. It cannot be said for sure. Everything is possible."

  "Even if a destiny true emperor is born, it will never be Chang Geng Sword Immortal. In the new era, there will be new people to carry the light of an era. He is a ray of afterglow of the old era. , can't reach the peak, can't create miracles."

  "We are hiding here to survive, hoping that when we reach the end of our lives, we will have a chance to fight again."

  "Alas!"

  A group of powerful people from Kunlun Realm were hiding in the dark. , each expressed their opinions.

  In short, the story of Chang Geng Sword Immortal ascending Ziyun Mountain again is of great significance and extremely lively.

  Many forces will not explore the imperial palace in the southern region for the time being. After all, there is no chance to enter the imperial palace in a short time. Powerful people from all walks of life need to make long-term plans.

  "I want to climb the Divine Bridge again and draw my sword towards the sky!"

  Li Muyang held the Guiyang Sword tightly and walked step by step towards the top of Ziyun Mountain. His eyes were firm and nothing could shake his heart.

  "Dong, dong, dong..."

  A heavy voice came from Jiutian.

  In the sky above Ziyun Mountain, an extremely terrifying vortex appeared, with a diameter of about one hundred thousand miles, as if it could swallow everything in the world.

  "The battle is about to begin, retreat!"

  The monks who were slightly closer to Ziyun Mountain felt a trace of the coercion of heaven and earth, looked frightened, and moved towards the distance in a slight panic.

  Rustle -

  a moment later, Ziyun Mountain was tens of millions of miles away, and not a single person could be seen.

  Li Muyang is like a lone traveler, starting from the foot of Ziyun Mountain and going uphill in reverse.

  Some people hope that he will succeed, so that he can see a higher path of swordsmanship and clear away the countless fogs in front of him.

  Naturally, there are many people who want Li Muyang to die in battle, maybe because of old grudges or because of evil hearts.

  "Kick, kick, kick..."

  The steps were steady, and every step fell like a giant cauldron hitting the ground, making the world tremble.

  A hundred steps later, an extremely strong aura came from Li Muyang's body, like a flood pouring out in all directions.

  Climb the Shenqiao again!

  The heart of the sword has been shaped, the broken sword has been reconnected, and it's time to return to its peak.

  Suddenly, Li Muyang stopped. Was he scared?

  no.

  Rather, he felt the obstruction of the will of heaven and earth, looked up at the purple clouds halfway up the mountain, and said in a low voice: "I know this road is dangerous, but in life, you must do something meaningful."

  After saying that, he waved his sword. One chop.

  "Bang!"

  The invisible obstacles ahead were shattered, and the road was wide and led directly to the top of the mountain.

  This sword meant that Li Muyang launched a formal challenge to the sky, and there was no chance to retreat. ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

  "There is no way out."

  The monks looked at this scene, their throats tightened, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

  Having shattered a wisp of warning transformed from the laws of heaven and earth, it was now impossible for Li Muyang to retreat even if he wanted to, as his escape route had been sealed.

  "Boom!"

  The vortex on the top of Ziyun Mountain was extremely weird, and a thunderous roar shocked the entire world.

  The souls of countless people seemed to have been frightened out, their faces were pale, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

  Provoking the law of heaven is something that no one in the world would even dare to think about, but Li Muyang is going to take action again.

  "Death is nothing to be afraid of. Living without doing anything is the tragedy of life."

  Walking halfway up the mountain, Li Muyang could touch the purple clouds with his hand and murmured to himself.

  As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and waved it.

  "Huu——"

  With a sword swing, a strong wind suddenly rose, driving away all the clouds and fog in front of the road.

  Li Muyang then stepped forward, and the battle was about to break out.