Chapter 341: The Great Swordsman's Sword

The gray-robed old Taoist looked solemn, and between his hands, the purest Taoist Qi was constantly pouring out from around the entire long street, gradually blocking the wind and snow from falling into the long street.

In just a moment, the entire long street had turned into a closed space.

A large formation has almost taken shape.

The old man in gray robe looked at Emperor Liang who casually stepped into the formation, and said calmly, "Your Majesty is a peerless martial artist, can you recognize this formation?"

Emperor Daliang felt it for a while and said calmly, "Taomen has a theory of Bai Yujing, and there are two theories of Jade Court and Golden Tower. They are the two highest formations of Taoism. Is the one in front of me the so-called Dangxie in front of Jade Court?"

The gray-robed old Taoist nodded and said, "Yes, this formation is called Dangxie. It was my Taoist ancestor who saw the evils plundering the world, so he created this formation to suppress the evils."

Hearing this, Emperor Daliang sarcastically said, "To suppress evil spirits? As long as the monsters don't come to your Taoist temple, do you really care about them?" .🅆.🄲

The gray-robed old Taoist said expressionlessly, "Monks like us only care about immortality and don't care about the troubles in the world."

Emperor Liang didn't speak. He just walked towards the gray-robed old man in front of him with the ancient bronze sword. He said that he didn't care about the troubles in the world. It was enough to just listen to it. If he was really dedicated to cultivating Taoism, why bother to show up? it's here?

Emperor Liang, carrying an ancient bronze sword, walked slowly down the long street. He took a step and a huge thunder suddenly fell from the sky. The power was shocking!

Regardless of whether the gray-robed old Taoist is a pseudo-real person or not, his realm is really at the end of Wangyou, and he is extremely powerful. The formation controlled by him is naturally inexplicably powerful.

But when the thunder method fell, Emperor Liang didn't have any intention of avoiding it. He raised his head slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, like a real dragon opening its eyes at this moment, demonstrating toward the sky!

I don’t know when the ancient bronze sword in his hand started to emit a faint light, like a divine sword from the Kingdom of God!

Facing the huge thunder and lightning that fell, Emperor Liang slashed it with his sword. The powerful aura instantly tore apart the powerful thunder and lightning. As the thunder and lightning shattered, the clouds shook, and several thunder and lightning fell instantly, like countless streaks between heaven and earth. The golden dragons are coming down to earth at this moment.

Emperor Liang sneered, tiptoed, and flew high into the sky

, to meet those extremely powerful thunders.

The old man in gray robe looked up and sneered.

The most lethal thunder method in this sect, coupled with the blessing of this evil-draining formation, has already become extremely powerful. Even if Emperor Liang is unparalleled in the world, how can he win?

What's more, he was seriously injured.

There is no such truth.

The old man in gray robe could almost see the dawn of victory.

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Gan Yong stood there blankly at first, and then sat down on the long street. Emperor Liang's words actually gave him a lot of advice. He was half a year old, but he had long been free from inner demons, especially It was when he forged the fourth flying sword, Zhaoxia, that he felt that the defeat before Ban Jiazi did not have much impact on him.

But after he came here with these four flying swords full of confidence, especially after his strongest sword was broken by Emperor Liang, Gan Yong became a little confused.

Isn’t there any merit in my decades of practice?

But what Emperor Liang said later touched him a little.

Among the four flying swords, Mo Yun has been broken. This flying sword was named after his master. The ancient bronze sword is still in the hands of Emperor Daliang. The other new mirror is currently hovering not far in front of Gan Yong.

Zhaoxia was just held between his knees.

Gently reaching out, the new flying sword fell into the palm of his hand. Gan Yong murmured to himself, "When I was young, I thought that I was extremely talented, but no one among my generation of swordsmen caught my eye. I thought that all the swordsmen in the world could only maintain one sword." Flying swords, I am different from them, so I have to cultivate two, three and four swords.”

"Actually, what is the relationship between several flying swords and one flying sword?"

Gan Yong said softly, "If you don't really want to warm up multiple flying swords, how can you get the true meaning?"

Speaking of this, Gan Yong thought and his face became extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and wiped

Blood still flowed from his lips.

He was breathing heavily, feeling a little weak.

At this moment, the connection between him and the ancient bronze sword was completely severed by him!

He didn't know how much effort he had put into cultivating the Flying Sword for countless years. All those countless days and nights of hard work had been thrown away by him at this moment. The price he paid for abandoning the Flying Sword was also huge.

But there was no trace of reluctance on his face.

It was like leaving behind an insignificant thing.

After that, he held the new flying sword, holding the handle of the sword with one hand and holding the sword body with the other hand.

With both hands exerting force, the sword bent instantly.

Xin Jing immediately let out a cry, and Gan Yong's palm was instantly cut open.

Blood dripped into the snow, staining it red.

The flying sword also broke at this moment!

Gan Yong held the two broken swords, threw them away, and then held the flying sword Zhaoxia with his blood-covered palms, murmuring softly, "After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature."

At the same time, Gan Yong slowly stood up. At this moment, his white hair slowly turned back into black hair.

Gan Yong, holding the sword Zhaoxia in his hand, took a deep breath and said slowly, "Your Majesty, I have a sword and I am here to ask for advice."

As these words were spoken, sword energy surged between heaven and earth!

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Emperor Daliang turned back from the clouds, and a great array for exorcising evil spirits had become shattered at this moment.

The array was broken, and the old Taoist in gray robe suffered a serious backlash. At this moment, he was seriously injured.

The Emperor Daliang raised his sword and looked at the Taoist master from a distance. Blood flowed down his imperial robe little by little and fell into the snow on the long street.

The old Taoist in gray robe smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand. Until this moment, he actually hadn't figured out why the obviously seriously injured warrior in front of him could break the great array he had carefully built for him.

But at this moment, he still wanted to make a last fight.

He slowly stretched out his hand

and wiped it across his forehead, and a trace of blood fell there.

The old Taoist in gray robe smiled bitterly, his fingers trembling, but moving slowly downwards, "I thought that if I killed His Majesty this time, I could still keep a life and live for another ten or twenty years, but I didn't expect His Majesty to be so powerful. In this case, let's go on the road with His Majesty..."

As his fingers slid down, the breath in the old Taoist's body continued to rise.

The Daliang Emperor glanced at him, expressionless, "Too many tricks."

The gray-robed Taoist coughed a few times, then spat out a mouthful of blood. Just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly lowered his head.

An ancient bronze sword had been inserted into his heart at some point.

The Daliang Emperor glanced at him and said, "Since you are a turtle in the mountains, just hide in the mountains. If you have to show your head, can you go back now that you have come out?"

The gray-robed Taoist raised his hand and fell down powerlessly in an instant, his expression gradually becoming a little confused.

After doing all this, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the Daliang Emperor's mouth.

Facing the siege of three Forget Worry Realm masters, he was injured again.

New and old injuries broke out at the same time.

But even so, feeling the sword energy that was still accumulating over there, the Daliang Emperor still laughed, "The sword of the Great Sword Immortal, good, very good!"

Gan Yong was in the distance at this moment, holding the flying sword in the morning glow.

Sword energy surged around, and sword intent continued to emerge. At this moment, Gan Yong's momentum was close to the realm of the Great Sword Immortal.

The arrogance before half a century, and the concentration on sword practice after half a century, did not allow him to step into the realm of the Great Sword Immortal. But under the guidance of the Daliang Emperor, although he might not be able to break through this realm, he would definitely reach this realm with the next sword.

Sword energy swept wildly.

Suddenly, the cloth strips Gan Yong used to wrap his eyes broke instantly, and his eyes were closed, and he had not appeared in this world for many years.

At this moment, they suddenly opened!

In a pair of blind eyes, there was a brilliant light, like the morning glow!

At the same time, Gan Yong handed out a sword, and there was silence between heaven and earth!