Nine Hundred and Fifteen. Little Sword God

Singer Yanzhao entrusted the sun seal to resist Pei Hua's palm.

He smiled and said, "Is it my treasure, you are also thinking about it?"

Pei Hua looked at the sun seal, and said slowly: "At first glance, I was not sure, but now I see it, is this the sun seal?"

"In your heretics, it was owned by a strong man named Riyao Sun Shangzun in the past."

Yan Zhaoge blinked: "Do you still know the Supreme Sun Sun?"

Pei Hua said indifferently: "I have heard about him, from his original master's background, he still has a bit of incense with me in Haoyang Palace."

"From my perspective, the artistic conception of power contained in this sun seal is indeed somewhat similar to the Haoyang Scripture."

"Since that's the case, this holy weapon is really destined for Haoyang Palace, and I deserve it."

Yan Zhaoge listened, and smiled: "You have such a good plan, have you asked me, the current master?"

Pei Hua also smiled: "You are going to convert to the way of heaven and join my Haoyang Palace to practice."

Amidst the laughter, the five fingers of his palm were suddenly clenched.

Its rationale and artistic conception are similar to the Sun God's Canon, and it is also inherited from the Youming Sacred Cult, and the martial arts of the Guangming Sect have a bit of a connection.

The golden fist is like a great sun coming, the brilliance is everywhere, and everything is invincible!

Facing Pei Hua's Haori Divine Fist, Yan Zhaoge had a calm expression, and quickly sorted out the original plan in his heart, preparing to meet the enemy.

But at this moment, the void in the distance suddenly shook.

The dark space burst open, and then a long river was seen, which instantly crossed the void and passed in front of everyone.

Seeing this, Pei Hua couldn't help frowning: "Why did you come to Yanfang Wonderland?"

The person who came was also a tenth level Martial Sage, a powerhouse in the immortal court who was the supreme realm in the world.

That vast aura was not as fierce as Pei Hua's, but it was thicker and longer.

The long river transformed by its true essence flows endlessly, stretching across the universe, like a river of heaven.

"Tianhe Martial Art?" Although Yan Zhaoge didn't know the person, he quickly recognized that the martial arts used by the other party was a skill that was not inferior to the Haoyang Scripture.

Before the Great Annihilation, there was a famous sect called the Tianhe Sect, whose disciples were famous for their strength and strength.

At this moment, a man in green robe stood above the river, seeing Pei Hua, he hurriedly said: "It's best for you to be here, hurry up and help..."

Before the words were finished, a figure suddenly appeared in the direction where Tianhe appeared in the distance.

"What about two?"

Following the indifferent voice, a white sword energy appeared behind the green robed man without any struggle.

The green-robed man was shocked, and rolled up the boundless Tianhe River, facing the white sword energy.

There was only a slight wisp of white sword energy, which seemed like a cloud of smoke, almost undetectable.

But like cutting cloth with a sharp blade, with a light swipe of the white sword energy, the mighty Milky Way was cut off from the middle!

It seems that the long river running through the void is directly split by the white sword energy like a wisp of light smoke!

Pei Hua, Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting said in unison: "...Extreme Immortal Sword!"

A sword is everywhere, no aura, no dao pattern.

Only Destruction, Death, Killing and Ending endure.

Mo Na, the green-robed man, saw the faint white sword energy from Yan Zhaoge and the others far away, and hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes.

In the world of heaven and earth, all creations, whether tangible or intangible, seem to perish because of this sword, marking the final full stop.

Yan Zhaoge himself practiced the Absolute Immortal Sword, and when he saw this sword, he could be sure at first glance that it was the most authentic and one of the four swords of the Exorcist Immortal, the Absolute Immortal Sword!

At the source of the Tianhe River in the distance, the figure didn't seem to move, but it was already close.

He just stood there quietly, only a few steps away from the green robed man.

It seemed that he had been standing in his current position all along, never moving.

Yan Zhaoge, Fu Ting and Pei Hua looked closely, but saw that it was a young man.

White shirt like snow, wearing a jade crown, with nothing but a green steel long sword.

This young man looks to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his real age is hard to fathom.

Yan Zhaoge found that it was difficult for him to see the other person's appearance clearly.

Because when he stared at the young man, his spirit would be slightly in a trance, as if he was about to lose consciousness.

That feeling... as if I was dead, lost my soul.

But Yan Zhaoge can be sure that it is not the opponent's martial arts that can confuse people's mind.

It's an extremely fierce sword intent!

He was so fierce that if anyone looked at him, he would be hurt.

Before I even realized it, I had already died by the sword!

In comparison, Lin Hanhua, who looked like a sword, was much gentler.

At least, Lin Hanhua's fierceness can still be seen by others.

As for the young man in front of him, most people would already be hurt by his thoughts and actions just by looking at him!

Although he looks young on the outside, he is clearly a peerless swordsman.

A top tenth martial sage, a top powerhouse in the world's supreme realm.

A Taoist orthodox Sanqing's supreme martial saint.

Compared with the southeast supreme Cao Jie who is also a sword cultivator who has personally met Yan Zhaoge, this supreme martial sage who looks like a white-clothed young man in front of him is stronger or weaker, but he is more fierce and domineering, and more sharp-edged.

Pei Hua actually recognized the boy in white: "Long Xueji?!"

At the same time, Fu Ting revealed another name: "Your Honor is... the former 'Little Sword God' Qian Xueji?"

Yan Zhaoge turned his head and asked, "Know each other?"

Fu Ting murmured to herself: "I don't recognize the appearance, but with such a fierce sword intent and white clothes and jade crowns, it looks like a senior in the past. That senior disappeared strangely, but I never thought that... he turned out to be A martial artist from the Qing Dynasty."

The white-clothed boy ignored Pei Hua, and didn't comment on Fu Ting's title.

He swept his eyes, piercingly piercing, and finally stayed on Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting: "Why are you two here?"

Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes slightly: "I know Fu Ting, and I know me..."

"His surname is actually... Long?"

Although he was talking to Yan Zhaoge, the boy in white shirt didn't stop under his hands.

A sword cut off the Tianhe River, followed by another sword, which slashed at the green-robed man.

The green-robed man urged his top-grade holy soldiers to parry.

However, a shocking scene happened.

The boy in white shirt cut off the opponent's high-grade holy weapon with a single sword!

Yan Zhaoge saw it clearly.

This great swordsman of the Qing Dynasty has a long sword in his hand, not to mention holy soldiers, not even spiritual soldiers or precious soldiers, but an ordinary green steel sword, an ordinary weapon that can be seen everywhere in ordinary blacksmith shops and weapon shops.

Being able to cut off holy soldiers is entirely because of his own cultivation.

What was even more frightening was that the sword cut off the opponent's holy soldier, and the sword continued to fall on the green robed man without stopping.

"It doesn't matter how many opponents like you come here?" The white-clothed boy said indifferently, "It's a disgrace to the name of the Supreme."

The green-robed man's eyes were about to burst, and he wanted to struggle.

But he was hit by a sword, and his body was cut in two!

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