Chapter 1289 The day when the broken sword is recast, the time when the king returns!

The martial arts path is a long and unique path, competing with the sky!

Many warriors in the secular world can only practice to the Huang Realm Master throughout their entire lives.

Even if a master in the Hidden Sect reaches the realm of heaven, he will be unable to make progress.

As for the peak powerhouses at the heavenly rank, looking at the entire China, it is rare, and only the sect leaders of those ancient sects can achieve it.

But above the peak of the heavenly throne, there are still earth immortals!

What is the earth immortal?

The best in the world, unrivaled in the world!

Only those with great perseverance, great wisdom and great opportunity can achieve enlightenment and become immortals.

In the long history of China, there are only a few powerful earth immortals, each of which has left a brilliant chapter, which is admired and worshipped by future generations.

Even a Taoist monk like Abbot Xuanci is still one line away from the real realm of the earthly immortals.

It seems that it is only one step away, but it is a slight mistake.

Now, when Ye Nantian held the Tai A sword in his hand, he really came to the earth like the Emperor of Heaven stepping out of the Lingxiao Palace with the power to rule the nine heavens and ten earths, and to the four seas and eight wildernesses.

God blocks the gods, Buddha blocks the Buddhas!

After a sword, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, all the Buddhas in the sky disappeared, and the originally powerful Buddha land also shattered.

In the Little Leiyin Temple, there was a silence, and the needles could be heard, and there was a silence like death.

All the monks stood there, their scalps numb and silent, their faces filled with unconcealed horror, and their hearts were filled with huge waves, and they were so surprised that they could not be more surprised.

They never thought that the Buddha they believed in would disappear under the sweeping of Ye Nantian's sword, and he was careless.

At this moment, their beliefs seemed to be about to collapse.

Ye Fan next to him was also shocked. He knew that there were not many sword techniques, but Mr. Wei taught him brave sword, benevolence sword, and wisdom sword, which was also the top sword technique in the world of immortal cultivation.

Especially the sword of wisdom, which destroys all the laws in the world, is extremely exquisite.

Therefore, Ye Fan's achievements in swordsmanship are no less than those experts who have been immersed in for many years.

However, the sword that Ye Nantian stabbed with the Taia Sword just now made him feel unprecedented shock.

Ye Fan closed his eyes and savored the mystery. There seemed to be only the invisible sword energy left in his mind, as dazzling as a meteor chasing the moon. The supreme sword will illuminated the entire sea of ​​nothingness of spiritual consciousness.

Each ray of sword energy is like a tiny fireflies, but when they gather together, they burst out with light comparable to the sun.

Ye Fan even had an illusion that in front of this sword intent, everything seemed so slim. Not to mention the magical powers displayed by Abbot Xuanci, even if the real Buddha came to the world, he would probably be annihilated in an instant.

More importantly, the Taia Sword at this moment is just a broken blade. If it can be repaired intact, I don’t know how terrifying power it can burst out.

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"Puff!"

Suddenly, Abbot Xuanci's body shook so much that he spit out a large mouthful of red blood. The divine ring on his head quickly dissipated, the momentum on his body gradually faded, and the rosary in his hand became dull.

The land under his feet is no longer a Buddha's kingdom, and he is no longer a Buddha. He is directly defeated and his vitality is severely damaged and depressed.

"Ye Nantian, what have you experienced over the years? Your strength has leaped to such a state, which is enough to be a god and worship the saint!" Abbot Xuanci exclaimed.

"Hate is a whip!"

Ye Nantian's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he raised his head and said loudly: "How can you monks, who are so arrogant, know the suffering of the world? Every night in the past eighteen years, I will remember the scene of my deceased wife being killed by a villain! I have not revenged a great revenge, let alone break one of my right arm, even if my limbs are broken and my dantian is destroyed, I will never compromise!"

Ye Nantian's voice contained unforgettable hatred, and his every move seemed to be stained with blood.

"You have fallen into the devil's path, and there is no medicine to save you!" Abbot Xuanci angrily scolded, with flames growing in his eyes.

"Hmph!" Ye Nantian sneered: "What's wrong with avenging my family and wife? Bald donkey, if you don't return Tai'a Jian today, I will kill all the monks in the mountain and burn this dilapidated temple!"

As soon as this statement came out, the murderous aura penetrated the body and was almost boiling.

"Oh..." Abbot Xuanci sighed faintly and said helplessly: "Forget it! Since I can't stop you, I'll hand over the half of the demon soldier to you!"

As he said that, Abbot Xuanci turned around and walked into the interior of Xiao Leiyin Temple, and soon returned, holding a sword box in his hand.

There are hundreds of golden talisman papers on the surface of the sword box, and the huge "卍" character is written on it. It is obviously a mysterious Buddhist seal, wrapping around the sword box like a chain.

"Buzz buzz..."

Suddenly, the half-tie Taia sword in Ye Nantian's hand sounded low.

The sword box held by Abbot Xuanci also trembled continuously.

"Click!Click!Click..."

The golden talisman paper on the surface of the sword box was constantly shattered, as if something terrifying was about to break free from the shackles and escape from the trap.

The closer Abbot Xuanci got to Ye Nantian, the more powerful the sword box was.

When he was ten meters away from Ye Nantian, the sword box suddenly opened.

"boom!"

A sword light burst out like the light of the extreme, running through the heaven and earth.

The monks with weaker strength in the distance could not open their eyes at all, but even if they closed their eyes, they could feel the invisible sword energy that was unstoppable, as if they wanted to cut their skin open, and they were in pain.

A few seconds later, a broken blade more than two feet long floated out of the sword box.

Although the sword blade is broken, the will and righteousness contained in it have lasted for thousands of years.

Someone once held this sword and ran around the world.

And now, it finally returned to its master's hands.

Ye Nantian looked at the cut-off blade, his eyes shining brightly, his face full of excitement that could not be concealed, and shouted:

"Tai A Jian, come back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cut-off blade seemed to be summoned by mysterious power and floated towards the hilt of the sword in Ye Nantian's hand.

"Zheng!"

The broken blade collided with the hilt of the sword, making a sonorous and powerful sound, passionate.

"Rumbling rumble..."

In an instant, the sword body shone brightly, and the energy of heaven and earth within a radius of ten thousand meters quickly injected into the sword like a sea of ​​rivers.

The broken trace in the middle disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Ye Nantian bit his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood on Tai'a Sword.

"Swish!"

After absorbing the blood of the earthly immortals, there was a little more immortal spirit energy on the Tai'a sword, as if it should not belong to the mortal world, but from the immortal soldiers above the nine heavens. With a random blow, there was incredible magical power.

After one stick of incense, the light on the Tai'a sword finally dissipated, and the spirit was restrained.

Looking from afar, I saw that there was no flaw on the blade, which was natural and magical. Not only did I see any signs of being cut off, but I even had a higher grade.

At this time, Ye Nantian held the Taia Sword in his hand, as if the supreme king had arrived, and his body burst out with a mighty spirit that was trembling with the world and swallowed the mountains and rivers.

The day when the broken sword is recast, the time when the king returns!

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"If I draw my sword, I will be like the nine heavens, the breeze and the bright moon, the world will be independent, and the feather will turn into a flying immortal."

After Ye Nantian finished speaking, the Taia sword in his hand shone brightly and dazzlingly. He began to slowly dance the sword, floating like the flowing clouds in the sky, and dissipated like the breeze in the mountains.

"If I draw my sword, I will be like the vast earth, the vast mountains, the sword opens the sky gate, and the heroes will be shocked."

Ye Nantian said another word, and his originally elegant sword technique suddenly became solemn, as thick as a mountain.

"Boom boom boom..."

Before he knew it, a long roar like a dragon's roar came out from Tai'a's sword, which kept ringing around for three days.

Including Abbot Xuanci, everyone in the venue stared at his sword dancing figure in a daze, his eyes not blinking, for fear of missing any scene.

They could feel that the sword technique used by Ye Nantian was a wild and horned antelope. Although it was not a complete set of moves, it was actually a natural and easy to pick it up.

If the painting immortal Han Jiangxue is here and depicts this picture on rice paper, it will probably be another shocking "Sword Dance Picture", and the sword technique in it is no less than the moves of "Sword God" Jian Wuya.

If you can steal one move and half a move from it, it will be enough to benefit for the rest of your life.

After a long time, Ye Nantian put away his sword, showed a confident smile on his face, turned his head to look at Ye Fan and said:

"Xiaofan, let's go to Kunlun Mountain to find revenge on Xuanyuan Ji!"
Chapter completed!