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Chapter 1021: The Great Sun Swordsman of the Sword Pavilion in His Heyday

With this sword, Bingyuan Tianjun died!
Jiang Ding's eyes flashed.

His vision seemed hazy and blurred. Affected by the cause and effect of the Sword of Destruction of Gold, he saw an extremely distant place.

This place is not even the Western Desert. It is in an endless ocean. Under the abyss, a giant ice crystal egg is quietly placed on the ground.

It is unknown how many years this scene lasted, perhaps thousands of years, or perhaps tens of thousands of years.

It has always been like this, nothing has ever changed, no life has ever come to the bottom of this abyss, and no one has ever known about it.

Click!

At some point, this giant ice crystal egg changed.

A crack appeared on the eggshell, and the crack spread, soon covering the entire egg body. There was a constant crackling sound, and finally the egg collapsed.

Boo!
Amid the flying smoke and dust, an ice crystal phoenix the size of a carriage was born. It stretched its neck and sang loudly. Its clear and melodious cry spread in all directions, bringing life to the dark and silent abyss.

"Tushan!"

"Tushan!"

"I will remember you. I will remember you. After you die, I will definitely slaughter your blood relatives. I will destroy your Tushan Courtyard and kill all the human race in the world, leaving no one alive..."

The voice coming out of the mouth of this beautiful ice crystal phoenix is ​​pleasant and melodious, but it does not have the ethereal and sacred sound of the divine bird. It is full of resentment and malice, and it makes people feel creepy when listening to it.

This is actually the tradition of longevity.

I cannot defeat you in my generation, that's good. I am trapped in a seal for thousands or tens of thousands of years. No matter how powerful the enemy is, the geniuses have all reached old age and their combat effectiveness has dropped significantly. It is time for revenge.

If you are still worried, you will just wait until the enemy dies, without even seeing his old age. Once you are sure he is dead, you will open the coffin and mutilate the body, exterminate his bloodline, slaughter all his clansmen, and laugh at him loudly at his grave.

Since ancient times, beautiful people are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world.

No matter how talented a person is, can he defeat time?

"Tushan!"

"Shuoyang..."

The Icefield Lord whispered coldly.

She engraved these two names deeply into the depths of her soul, never to be forgotten and always to be remembered.

However, she did not notice that a slight hint of bright red appeared in her eyes at some point.

This bright red color is an ordinary bright red color with a slight metallic luster. This color can be seen everywhere in nature and no one will find it surprising.

However, if there were someone here, the moment they saw this blood-gold color, a young man in green with a handsome face and a long sword on his waist would immediately appear in their mind.

This instinct cannot be controlled.

The young man in blue was looking at him quietly.

What was even more bizarre was that the blood-gold color that only existed in the eyes of the Icefield Lord was spreading, little by little to his cheeks, neck, body, and ice crystal wings.

"Tushan..."

Soon, the entire body of Bingyuan Tianjun was covered with dense blood-gold sword marks, but she herself was unaware of it and continued to roar with resentment.

Until a thin blood-gold hair grew out from her cheek and fell under her eye, and was finally seen.

"what is this?"

Bingyuan Tianjun's heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively used her spiritual sense and demonic power to look inside herself, but found that her whole body was powerless and she couldn't even move. Her body was extremely stiff and she had lost all control.

"No!"

"What the hell is this!"

The Icefield Lord screamed in horror.

Through some water light, she saw a shadow. A bird-shaped monster covered with blood-gold hair was struggling frantically, but it was all in vain.

As she struggled, it seemed as if some kind of magic was triggered. The blood-gold hair stood up straight one by one, like sharp swords, piercing into her soul and her flesh.

"no no……"

"Spare my life..."

The Icefield Lord wailed with fear, despair, and resentment, but nothing changed.

The last bit of her soul disappeared as the blood-gold flying swords pierced into her body.

A demon king who had suppressed the Western Desert for ten thousand years died.

In this unknown abyss, his body was pierced by countless blood-gold flying swords as big as needles, and there was no life left in his body.

All this seems long, but in fact it is just a moment. The Icefield Lord died, was reborn, and died again.

All this happened with just one sword.

Even the mountain-sized body of the Icefield Lord, which had been split into two halves, had not yet fallen to the ground, but had only fallen a little.

"See, I told you that you would die. I am not a loser like Shuoyang Tianjun."

"I just don't believe it."

"Now, do you believe it?"

Jiang Ding said to himself.

He looked at Baizu Tianjun who was forced back by another sword, and Xi Ping'an who was burning the power of incense and rushing here frantically with millions of divine guards.

The world was silent at this moment. The Icefield Lord, who had suppressed the Western Desert for ten thousand years and was considered an extremely powerful person among the Lords, was dead. After just a few moves, he was killed in the battle of besieging others.

Kill with one sword from the front!

"Bingyuan, Bingyuan is dead..."

The body of the Centipede Lord was stiff, and he looked at the scene in horror, unable to believe it.

immediately,

call out!
He didn't even look back, he fled madly, burning his blood and essence, regardless of the overall situation, the future, or what the future would be, he just fled and left everyone behind.

The half-human, half-centipede Taoist flashed a few times, fled madly, and soon disappeared here.

"waste!"

"Idiot, idiot!"

Xipingan whispered.

"kill!"

He was not surprised, nor was he discouraged. He burned the incense core again, raised the golden sword high, carried the power of a thousand miles of heaven and earth, commanded millions of incense guards, and slashed at the green-clothed young man's head with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

"Hahaha!"

"Fellow Daoist Xi, why do you have to blame others?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "What you have here is just the real body of the incense god. If you die, although your strength will be greatly reduced, you are still alive. How can you be the same as fellow Taoist Baizu?"

"But don't worry, the Xianmen's reconnaissance skills are unrivaled in the world. I will find your rat's nest."

"You said that the previous Great Sun Sword Master left a restriction on you, which would trigger my bloodthirsty and crazy desire? That doesn't matter, I won't kill you."

"However, if you are killed by rocks, drowned, or beaten to death by a passing Nascent Soul cultivator, it will have nothing to do with me."

Obviously, Jiang Ding had thought of everything.

boom!
A bright sun rose in the Thousand Mile Sun Destruction Sword Domain, facing the morning sun, carrying endless aura of destruction, devastation, forbidden techniques, and distortion, and slammed head-on into Xi Ping'an and his divine army, burning everything.

"kill!"

Xi Ping'an shouted in a low voice, raised the golden sword high, and led the divine army to attack head-on.

boom!
Boom boom!

A terrible explosion occurred, and the space of dozens of kilometers was shattered in an instant. The hot air waves spread in all directions, triggering a destructive natural disaster, and all living creatures within dozens of kilometers were killed.

"kill!"

Amidst the shattered spiritual light and air waves, the golden-armored god charged forward once more, raising his sword high to kill, never retreating.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Your fighting spirit is good enough. This alone will not disgrace the reputation of Xiyuan."

Jiang Ding was full of praise.

Keng!
The Taiqing flying sword hummed softly, and another sword came to kill, landing on the Xiping'an golden sword that had burned everything.

boom!
Boom boom!

One sword after another!
The bright and hot spiritual light kept exploding, the void kept shattering, and the space seemed to be boiling.

It can be seen that Xi Ping'an, who had burned all his energy, has greatly increased his strength. He can fight against Jiang Ding on equal terms in a head-on battle, without retreating a single step and charging forward madly.

Although the paths are different, they both have the bloodthirsty and crazy style of the Great Sun Sword Cultivator who fights to the death.

The price he paid was the Incense God Core he burned and the Incense God Guards who were constantly annihilated.

One sword,
Two swords,

Three swords,

……

The seventh sword!
Xi Ping'an once again blasted away the Taiqing flying sword, gasping for breath in the broken space, and stayed where he was with his sword, his breath greatly reduced.

He didn't even have the strength to stand!
He looked back at his surroundings and saw that millions of incense god guards had been killed, one by one by the overflowing Great Sun's destructive sword energy.

The incense god core in his body, representing the core of the incense god's path and the object of authority, has now become transparent and hazy. Even without external force, it will collapse and self-destruct after a few breaths, burning everything.

He tried his best and burned everything, but that was all.

Took the seven swords.

That's it.

"The Great Sun Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion..."

Xi Ping'an laughed bitterly.

He knew that he had encountered the Great Sun Sword Master in his prime from the Sword Pavilion, a Great Sun Sword Master in his prime who was even stronger than Ming Guangzi of the same level.

This person was supposed to be the pride of the sect and a support on the road to success, but he was the sect's mortal enemy and his father's mortal enemy.

call out!
The Taiqing flying sword slashed down again, and a sword in the cloud pierced through his eyebrows.

"Sword Pavilion..."

Xi Ping'an's body stiffened, and his eyes dimmed instantly.

The next moment, the body of the golden-armored god, as big as a mountain, fell down like a mountain collapsing. Countless spiritual lights splashed everywhere, and there was no life left.

(End of this chapter)