If before that, someone asked, what is the most magnificent and beautiful scenery you have ever seen in your life?

There may be strange answers in the life and death arena, but after today, most people will only have one answer, that is, the blooming of the sword flower.

The emerald green "river" flowing in the sky winds down like a galloping horse, surging and fiery, as if to clean up all the filth and evil thoughts in the world. It is an extremely pure and pure sword energy.

However, the unimaginable sword energy actually caused a return when it hits the force like a sword energy storm.

The two kept interlacing and colliding, offsetting each other, and expanding again. Gradually, a knife flower filled with watering of the knife air, which was made of knife air.

Ordinary flowers bloom in a charming and bright color, and the fragrance is impressive. Although the sword flowers of a hundred feet in size are only pale, transparent and flowing water, and have no fragrance at all, their magnificence is more than billions of times.

More than a thousand pairs of eyes were just staring at the sword flowers on the ring, full of dullness, and even more like falling into a dream.

What a mysterious power, what an indescribable coincidence that can create such a strange scene?

At this moment, more than a hundred swordsmen with great martial arts skills all abandoned their swords and knelt down, crying bitterly. It was not sadness or pain, but joy and uncontrollably finding the manifestation of Taoist people.

At this moment, different swordsmen and different swordsmen can see the trajectory of the sword skills they have learned, and then expand and sublimate. The sword, almost Tao, how can they be unhappy?

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. It is not just a general saying. If you can really achieve the Tao, there will definitely be countless people in the world who are willing to die for it.

Above the stone pillar, the smile on Zhishan's face suddenly stopped. Originally, Zhizhu was holding it, waiting for Xiang Yang to slaughter, but at this moment there was a sense of panic that something was moving away from his control.

How powerful is Dao Qianqiu? His power is that he has mastered the realm of the Forget-Breaking Sword. He can be said to be the most powerful man in the world. At this time, he still cannot do anything to Xiang Yang, a innate warrior, with all his strength. How is it possible?

Yes, he couldn't believe it, and then the next moment he would no longer have the ability to believe or not believe it.

Starting from the bright forehead, tiny knife-like wounds burst out from Zhishan's body, like porcelain dolls, blood splattering, instantly dyeing the stone pillars under his feet red. The sticky blood was so terrifying.

This is not Xiang Yang's work, but the backlash caused by the formation set up by Zhishan before being crushed by the sword flowers in the void.

Zhishan's death is expected. Even if he is not shocked by the backlash caused by the breaking of the formation, he will definitely die under Xiang Yang's knife.

On the other hand, Xiang Yang, who seemed to block this attack from the gods, was not optimistic either.

There is nothing wrong with his body, his heartbeat, pulse, from the epidermis to the organs, and he is extremely healthy.

The soul is still the same as before, and even becomes stronger and stronger due to the stimulation between life and death.

However, his originally shining brightly, but his extremely dazzling eyes were extremely dim at this time, as if the burning lights were burning. The lamp oil inside had been exhausted and could no longer shine. It was the appearance of the drying of the lamp.

His power is still as surging as the sea, like a brewing volcano. If it erupts, it will be enough to shock the world.

However, he seemed to have lost the most important thing for himself and a knife hand, as for what it was, and none of the people present knew it.

Silently, Xiang Yang's body staggered forward suddenly. The hand that was originally holding Que Xie tightly seemed to be hit by a huge force. He could no longer hold the knife. With a clang, Xie fell to the ground.

Just as the Ye Xie sword fell to the ground, the sword flowers in the void gradually disappeared without a trace, and there was no big storm, as if everything was just a dream, making people feel like they were a tiger's head and a tiger's head and a tiger's tail.

"Why is the knife so heavy? Why is it so light to me, but it is even heavier than a mountain? I can't even lift it up. What's going on?"

Xiang Yang's expression remained unchanged, but he recalled his state just now, full of doubts, and it shouldn't be like this.

He stretched out his right hand holding the knife and looked blankly, feeling an extremely strange sense of strangeness.

The palms of the past were white, clean, smooth and elastic, and had a thick finger bone, with a sharp and sharpness that penetrated everything. They were a skillful hand holding the knife.

His sword, together with his people, has practiced one behavior, and a body of roots and bones can be called knife bones.

But now, his palms are still strong, but it seems to have lost the sharpness of the past. Whether it is a sword or a gun or a rod, they are all outstanding. But no matter how you look at it, they are definitely not a knife hand.

On the ground, the three feet and seven inches of evil god still had a grey and gloomy feeling because of the changes of the master.

The divine weapon covers the dust because it has a spirit. It senses that the master has lost the most important thing.

Without such things, in the future, it will no longer be able to follow its master to fight all directions, kill the world, and be sad.

Under the ring, the rough sword-holding man slapped his thigh, his face was red with excitement, his eyes were full of respect and contempt, and he said repeatedly,

"I'm not disappointed this trip, I'm not disappointed this trip. This is the most powerful swordsman duel. I didn't expect that the great monk was also a person in the swordsmanship, so powerful.

Hey, why are anyone crying?”

His cultivation is insufficient and he has not yet discovered any tricks inside.

Not only him, but people from all directions under the arena, all felt the same and heard the crying at the same time.

It seems not to enter from the ears, but from the bottom of the heart.

The sounds of crying and complaining make people feel heavy in their hearts, but everyone is confused, but they can't find the crying person.

There were only a few strong men, looking at Xiang Yang who was standing still on the ring thoughtfully and the gradually dimming evil god sword, extremely shocked.

It’s not the person who cries, it’s the knife. What exactly happened?

At present, Xiang Yang was completely unscathed, but Zhishan from the Demon Sect died without a complete corpse, which was miserable.

But why doesn’t Xiang Yang on the stage look happy at all?

Also, who did that knife, and when did such a strong man come up with Kangzhou again?

Constrained his mind, Xiang Yang suppressed his irritability with his strong will. He pulled out a black silk from his fingers, wrapped it around the hilt of the knife, and pulled it drippingly, falling behind Xiang Yang just right.

"Sure enough, the weight of evil has not changed. What really changed is myself, and it is brought by the sword energy from Dao Qianqiu."

If the evil is really over the mountains, then it is impossible to carry a mere silk thread.

This shows that he must have had a problem himself.
Chapter completed!