The first taboo in the world

Dangdangdangdang...

The powerful attacks were like rain, some holding knives, some holding swords, some dancing with spears, or swinging hammers. They hit Xu Zifan with countless attacks. They were so powerful that the tables, chairs, benches, teapots and wine glasses in the hall were shattered on the floor.

However, such an attack could not break through within a radius of five meters around Xu Zifan. The sword light was like a curtain, the sword energy was mighty, and the defense was unparalleled. It could repel evil spirits, protect everything, and isolate attacks from powerful enemies.

Xu Zifan was using the Yangwu Sword Technique at this time. He was now a master of swordsmanship, and despite being under Feng Qingyang, the ordinary Yangwu Sword Technique was actually used by him to a state of perfection that was rarely matched by anyone in this world.

call……

A gust of cold wind came, mixed with white frost, and swept towards Xu Zifan. It was Zuo Lengchan who came to kill him. He was holding a broad sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xu Zifan, and killed him quickly from the air.

The temperature in this area dropped rapidly, and the surrounding heroes looked horrified. They felt a biting chill approaching them, and then they all withdrew three feet away.

Zuo Lengchan was surrounded by three meters of cold wind, mixed with white frost. Before the person arrived, his sword intention had already manifested, and he suddenly came to kill.

I saw Zuo Lengchan moving the broad sword in his hand at high speed in the cold wind. It was very mysterious. The sword energy was hazy, the sword light was dense, and there was a vague vision manifesting.

The void in front of him gradually turned yellow, a little illusory, like a mirage. As Zuo Lengchan's sword skills moved, the illusory yellow color quickly became real, and everyone could finally see clearly that it was a piece of yellow. The permeating heaven and earth.

The yellow sand is rolling, boundless, and there is a light dust filling the air. Everything is distorted, everything looks a little hazy, desolate and primitive.

Woooo...

Deep in the rolling yellow sand, there was a faint sound of horns, as if coming from that desolate ancient battlefield. It was majestic, powerful and tragic.

Da da da……

There was the sound of horse hooves trampling the ground, and the rolling yellow sand was endless and hazy. War flags could be seen looming in the distance, and thousands of troops and horses were galloping towards them in the strong wind.

Soon, the scene became clear. In this world of rolling yellow sand, thousands of troops and horses were galloping. The soldiers on horseback were wearing armor and holding spears and halberds. They were strict in law, magnificent and invincible.

Dong...dong...

There are war drums beating, the rhythm is very slow, but the atmosphere in this world is more solemn.

kill……

Thousands of troops and horses are galloping forward, invincible, unstoppable, and magnificent. At this moment, people are shouting and horses are neighing, and the sound of iron-blooded killing can be heard, clanging.

This kind of vision is the manifestation of Songshan's sword technique and sword intention, forming an independent world, invincible and unstoppable.

The powerful people around him were deeply shocked when they saw Zuo Lengchan take action. He was indeed a peerless master, far superior to them.

At this time, Xu Zifan raised his head and looked at the world where Zuo Lengchan's sword intention was manifested and the yellow sand rolled. Deep in his eyes, there was a flash of approval. Zuo Lengchan, one of the three peerless masters of the Righteous Path, did not disappoint him. .

In this world, along the way of martial arts, he has only met Feng Qingyang, who can manifest the will of martial arts in the small world. Today, he met another one, Zuo Lengchan, which surprised him.

Although he could feel that the power of Zuo Lengchan's Sword Intent was far inferior to that of Feng Qingyang's Sword Intent and could not affect people's spirits, it was still very good. It showed that Zuo Lengchan had his own abilities in swordsmanship. road.

Yes, Zuo Lengchan is not only ambitious, but also has excellent qualifications. His martial arts talent is far beyond ordinary people. In the original book, he has spent decades eliminating the bad and retaining the good, and has used the various moves in the Songshan Sect's swordsmanship that are not ruthless enough to make him a master of martial arts. The majestic postures were modified one by one, making the seventeen sword moves of the Songshan School perfect. Although he did not create a new swordsmanship, he can be regarded as a great contributor to the consolidation of the Songshan swordsmanship.

The white sword light shines, the holy light ripples, the sword net light screen is gorgeous and dazzling, and there is a majestic meaning flowing out. It is majestic, upright, upright and bright, sweeping away all evils, with unparalleled defense. Xu Zifan circulates and nourishes my sword skills, guarding Several people.

Dang, dang, dang... A series of dense sounds of weapons clashing came. It was the rolling yellow sand that covered the sky and the earth. It was colliding with the sword net light curtain around Xu Zifan. They were competing to decide whether to win or lose, and to win the battle. Down.

Songshan swordsmanship focuses on momentum, large opening and closing, and unparalleled power. Therefore, the standard swords of the Songshan sect, from the leader to the elders and disciples, are all broad swords.

The yellow sand is rolling, boundless, thousands of troops and horses, majestic, killing from the air, smell of iron and blood, and the confidence of being invincible.

At this time, the atmosphere in the Songshan Sect's main hall was heavy. Zuo Lengchan was spinning his sword light, which was mysterious and unparalleled in power. The heaven and earth transformed by his sword intent were overwhelming, and the whole hall was filled with this force. It swayed under the momentum, and the beams creaked, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The surrounding heroes looked at each other at this moment, with shock deep in their eyes, and they deeply felt the gap between themselves and the peerless masters.

boom!

Yangwu's sword skills are unparalleled in defense. At this time, they are colliding with the heaven and earth transformed by the sword's will. The yellow sand is rolling and the wind is howling, but it is being eliminated and annihilated.

Thousands of troops are galloping, war flags are hunting, spears and halberds are shining with cold metallic luster, they are moving forward indomitably, and their murderous intent is boundless, but they are also dying at this moment, mysteriously disappearing.

At this time, this piece of heaven and earth with rolling yellow sand was burned like a picture scroll. The rolling yellow sand inside it, the iron-blooded soldiers were annihilated piece by piece, as if the whole world was breaking, dying, and destroying.

What burned this scroll was the white holy light. Its awe-inspiring meaning spread in all directions, sweeping away all evil.

boom!

The cold wind, mixed with frost, rolled over, covering the sky and the earth.

At this time, Zuo Lengchan looked solemn, with a ruthless look in his eyes, the aura around his body was surging, the ice energy was circulating, a thick white mist enveloped his body, and a biting cold wind was howling as the sword light danced in his hand.

At this moment, although the world transformed by his sword intention was still filled with rolling yellow sand and thousands of troops galloping, the entire world felt cold and ruthless at this time.

Immediately afterwards, the grains of yellow sand gradually turned white and turned into grains of ice crystals, exuding a biting chill. At this time, the thousands of troops seemed to be bathed in ice and snow, with white ice all over their bodies. Scum, cold and ruthless, as if coming from the snowy polar regions, carrying a cold air, coming to kill.

Xu Zifan looked at the scene in front of him, and the look of approval in his eyes became heavier. Purple mist rolled around him, and the long sword in his hand was also covered with a layer of purple. The sword light danced, the purple infuriating energy spread, the sword shadows intertwined horizontally and vertically, and the white sword net The light curtain quickly turned purple, like a purple divine wall. It was full of righteousness and unbreakable, and its defensive power was even higher.

Silently, the heaven and earth transformed by Zuo Lengchan's sword intention were once again melting and annihilating, like ice and snow meeting charcoal fire.

How can it be?

Zuo Lengchan was shocked at this moment. His swordsmanship had been exerted to its maximum, but he still couldn't deal with this Huashan disciple?