Start with a fully leveled Free Heart Bell, and fight the Snow Moon Sword Immortal

Xuanwu Tang Ze, the four guardians of Apocalypse, uses the instructions of the King of Hell.

Ji Xue, the white tiger guarding the four guardians of Apocalypse, uses the cloud to raise the stick.

The four guardians of Apocalypse joined forces to block Luo Qingyang's "Rite Soul" sword from the Mystical Realm of Divine Movement, and injured Luo Qingyang.

The most important purpose of Luo Qingyang's trip to ask Jian Tianqi was to take away Concubine Xuan Yi Wenjun from the palace. He did not want to lose both sides with Xiao Se and others.

Luo Qingyang threw the "Nine Songs" in his hand towards the inner court of the palace, but Qintian Supervisor and Imperial Master Qi Tiancheng hit him back with the Bagua Dao Qi, and the "Nine Songs" returned to Luo Qingyang's hands.

So many people took turns to fight, but Luo Qingyang was not defeated.

It can be seen from this that his reputation as the best swordsman in the world was indeed worthy of his reputation at the time when Mo Yi was not around.

Although Lei Wuyun admired Luo Qingyang very much, this was before he could break through to become a real swordsman, master the real Shushan swordsmanship, and break through to the Mysterious Realm of Immortal Movement.

It was a high mountain back then.

It is an obstacle to all my plans.

It is also the goal of my own struggle.

But now Lei Wuyun feels that this desolate sword force can be broken by one sword.

No need to scold the old man.

Chapter 129: National mourning, Lihun vs. Shushan Sword God

The weather is full of anger, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned.

You can't go in and out, and you can't go backwards, and the plain suddenly goes far.

With a long sword, Xi is holding Qin Gong, and his heart is not punished.

Sincerity is both brave and martial, and in the end is strong and can't be overthrown.

The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is the ghost hero!

"Nine Songs" is a set of 11 sacrificial songs, which are Qu Yuan's re-creations of folk sacrificial songs.

"Nine Songs"

The eleven moves of Jiuge Sword Jue also correspond to this article.

As Luo Qingyang kept waving, Lei Wuyun seemed to be able to see the desolation of Muliang City.

The entire town was deserted, and all the rooms were covered with dust and cobwebs, giving people a sense of dilapidation and desolation.

"Look at Luo Qingyang."

"This is the National Memorial Sword Dance."

"Why do I feel a little sad when I see him draw his sword?"

Upon hearing Sikong Qianluo's question, Xiao Se said with a serious face: "The sword of national mourning is the most desolate sword."

"Luo Qingyang's strongest swordsmanship."

Ye Ruoyi asked with some confusion: "What is national mourning?"

Ji Ruofeng, who was next to him, said at this moment: "On the battlefield, those who died without courage will not be placed in the coffin as usual."

"Buried in the cemetery!"

"They are all ownerless ghosts called mourning."

"I wonder if you know why Luo Qingyang chose Mu Liangcheng?"

"In the past, Makuliang Castle was a great pass on the west side, and 10 troops once laid their bodies here."

"Their country lost the war and left in a hurry."

"Only those soldiers who died in battle were left exposed in the wilderness, with no one to take them away!"

"Until a hundred years later, it turns into dust."

"This kind of mourning is called national mourning."

After listening to Ji Ruofeng's explanation, Xiao Se also said sadly: "It's more than desolate, it's comparable to the desolation of the country."

At this time, Luo Qingyang's desolate sword power had reached its peak.

Lei Wujie in the crowd was now worried and anxious.

"Why doesn't my brother draw his sword?"

Xiao Se frowned and said seriously: "Everyone knows that I studied under Bai Xiaosheng and learned the Wuji stick technique."

"But my sword skills are better than my stick skills."

"If I could have a sword at this time, I would be able to fight Luo Qingyang with my current strength."

"Your brother is above me in terms of realm and swordsmanship, so don't worry."

Lei Wuyun took out his empty sword box unhurriedly.

"Everyone says that your swordsmanship, Luo Qingyang's, is the best among sword immortals."

"Today I will kill Jiuge with one sword and break the desolation."

With a thought in Lei Wuyun's mind, nine divine swords flew through the air, instantly transforming into countless swords.

"This is my brother's return to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

Although Lei Wuyun transformed into countless swords, they had already crushed Luo Qingyang on the opposite side of the entire formation.

But the sword power is slightly inferior.

Each sword immortal has his own sword power.

It's like a small world.

This kind of sword power requires continuous understanding based on one's own talent.

Whether you can become a swordsman or not is also a proof of your sword power.

At this time, Lei Wuyun was slightly inferior, which made everyone a little worried.

Lei Wuyun unhurriedly took out his wine gourd and took a sip.

In an instant, the strong alcohol turned into pure medicinal power that filled Lei Wuyun's limbs and bones.

At the same time, Lei Wuyun did not expect that the alcohol would be so strong that it would go straight to his brain.

A feeling of drunkenness came over me.

For a moment, Lei Wuyun relaxed and felt as if he was in a state of ecstasy.

"Yujian rides the wind to exorcise the world of demons.

There is wine and joy, but without wine, I will be happy.

One drink of the mountains and rivers will make you drunk, and another drink will swallow the sun and the moon.

A thousand cups can't get you drunk, but I am the sword fairy. "

The power of Lei Wuyun's sword surged instantly, and he steadily overwhelmed Luo Qingyang.

At this time, everyone can feel that Lei Wuyun's sword power is different from Luo Jinyang's desolation. Instead, it is a kind of carefree and free, a kind of sword of justice that can eliminate demons from the world.

"Sword up!"

"All swords are united!"

In an instant, thousands of swords quickly merged into one above Lei Wuyun's head.

This is not a condensed sword intention, but a real combination of nine divine swords into one.

A huge sword intent instantly made everyone onlookers use their inner strength to protect their bodies.

However, just when everyone thought Lei Wuyun would kill him with this sword, they saw Lei Wuyun shouting loudly again.

"Sword God, man and sword become one!"

There was an instant lightning and thunder in the sky.

There was a strong wind in the woods.

Countless bolts of lightning struck from the sky.

It seemed that he wanted to prevent Lei Wuyun from using this sword.

It's just that Lei Wuyun's sword intention was so strong that he could condense a powerful god in the sky.

I saw the god slowly opening his eyes, looking at Lei Wuyun and then directly holding the condensed giant sword...

"Is this the Sword God?"

"It's really too powerful."

Xiao Se and others stared blankly at the image in the sky and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Originally, I thought that Luo Qingyang's Sword of National Sword was at the forefront among the swordsmanship in the world."

"Although I knew that Lei Wuyun's sword technique was powerful, I never expected that he could use this sword that is not a human being!"

Even Zhao Yuzhen, Xie Xuan, and Yan Zhantian stopped fighting.

Zhao Yuzhen hugged Li Hanyi and said with some disappointment: "Although everyone in the world says that Luo Qingyang's swordsmanship is the best, I have never been convinced."

"After all, I have never gone down the mountain to ask for swordsmanship."

"Which one is strong and which one is weak is still unknown."

"Although I have seen your brother's swordsmanship, he is still capable of fighting."

"But now I didn't expect that his strongest sword would be so terrifying."

"Compared to this, my swordsmanship is like a firefly and a bright moon."

Although Li Hanyi was right next to Zhao Yuzhen, he did not hear what he was saying. Instead, he stared at Lei Wuyun's sword skills, carefully feeling Lei Wuyun's sword power.

The whole person seemed to have an epiphany.

The sword intent on his body is also constantly increasing.

It was as if a shackles had been opened on Li Hanyi's body, and his cultivation level was constantly increasing.

In just the blink of an eye, he has already stepped from the realm of half-step to the true realm of divine wandering.