I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

They are the current top leaders of Juejian Sect.

To them, even if he was not their direct disciple, Bei Ming Long Yue was still their mentor who led them on the path of cultivation. From the moment Bei Ming Long Yue drew his sword towards Tian Dao, they would unconditionally regard him as their enemy.

Even though they couldn't see through Tiandao's true colors, everyone would not hold back!

The Great Elder took the lead in slashing out with his sword, and the sword intent of asking the sky, with a murderous intent, flew straight towards the sky.

But Tiandao did not dodge or evade, and did not even raise his eyes, but went straight towards him.

At the moment of collision with the Heavenly Dao, both the spiritual power and the sword energy dissipated in an instant. Only the sword intent lasted for a while and reached a stalemate with the invisible force in front of the Heavenly Dao.

"Is that... the rhyme of Tao?!" The Great Elder could see clearly now that there was a wonderful rhyme of Tao flowing around Tiandao!

Everyone in the Juejian Sect was horrified.

The so-called Tao rhyme will only emerge at the moment of entering the Tao. It is the most mysterious power between heaven and earth, and it also symbolizes the achievements of the cultivator in the Tao he has cultivated.

The Great Elder can only briefly stimulate the Dao Rhythm by pushing the Heaven-Asking Sword Intent to its extreme in this life.

When Bei Ming Long Yue showed his full strength, there was also a flow of Taoism and celestial energy around him.

But Daoyun itself cannot have a direct effect.

But the mysterious master in front of him not only possessed such a profound Taoist rhyme, but he actually used the Taoist rhyme to directly block the sword intent!

This is not mystical!

The next moment, the sword intent of Wentian was like a lamp that had run out of oil, and it turned into nothingness under the majestic rhyme of the Tao in front of the Heavenly Dao.

Tiandao looked around at everyone, smiling and saying, "Did you see clearly? You can't win..."

"Come together, don't give him a chance to attack!"

As soon as the words were spoken, eight people came out together and attacked Tiandao from all directions!

Tiandao was neither happy nor angry, he just curled his lips helplessly.

"Boring."

Wentian swung his sword with a sharp edge.

However, that fierce slash like thunder was full of flaws in front of the Heavenly Dao.

Tiandao merely raised a finger, snapped it, and knocked the sword away head-on, sending the great elder flying.

"Your attacks are meaningless. All the moves and techniques in the world..."

At the same time, Duanhun and Zhanyue, two divine swords forged with killing intent, attacked from both sides and chopped towards his neck.

"I have it all under control."

In Tiandao's eyes, the trajectories of the two swords were as dazzling as meteors. He only slightly turned his body, avoiding the intersecting double blades by a hair's breadth, and at the same time pointed at Elder Zhan Yue's chest, breaking his posture.

Elder Zhan Yue had four acupuncture points pressed, causing his aura to become chaotic, and his sword energy scattered in all directions, sucking in Elder Duan Hun and sending him flying.

"How is it possible..." Zangetsu's mouth was bloodshot, his face was pale, and he covered his chest and said fiercely: "I have practiced the sword art for my whole life, how could you see through it at a glance?!"

This person did not use brute force, but directly saw through the sword moves and used the rhythm of Taoism to break the sword intent!

Even the Sword Immortal Longyue doesn't have this ability!

"Didn't I say it? All the moves and techniques in the world are within my control."

"Then why not just use the technique you created yourself?"

A gentle breeze blew.

Elder Lingbo has already appeared in the depths of Tiandao, and the three-foot green sword suddenly slashes towards Tiandao's throat.

But Tiandao Realm seemed to be prepared. He raised his elbow and gently pushed, breaking the meridians in Elder Lingbo's body, causing his body to go limp and fall down on the spot.

"Hey, didn't I say it? Everything, everything." Tiandao shook his head and sighed.

"Everything under the sky is under my control. No matter what you do, it is meaningless."

"Humph, we cultivators cultivate to change our fate, so just slash it!"

A strange wind is blowing.

Around Tiandao, the bodies of the elders disappeared into thin air.

Above the sky, thousands of sword blades swept in like a violent storm!

But the Heavenly Dao just blinked, and endless Dao rhyme began to flow.

The Way of Heaven walks with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely in the storm.

With every step he took, countless sword blades collapsed and turned into powder.

When he took the last step, the rain of swords in the sky dissipated and several figures suddenly appeared in the void.

Jiang Zuimeng, Elder Tianya, Elder Wanxiang, and several other powerful people who were skilled in illusions and formations all suffered the backlash of their Taoism. One after another, they began bleeding from all seven orifices and fell to their knees due to exhaustion.

In a short while, the eight mighty ones of Juejian Sect were all seriously injured and their strength was completely defeated. They couldn't even stop Tiandao!

"Damn it, sword moves are fine, but why can he see through Taoism and illusion?"

"I can't sense his aura, what realm is he in?!"

"No, after all, this guy doesn't even have any skills!"

The great elder shouted: "Don't lose your composure!

"Form a sword formation, and defeat a hundred tricks with one force!"

The Absolute Sword Formation is named after the sect, which is enough to show its power.

The eight gods concentrated their sword intent and sword moves into one point, reaching the pinnacle, which was enough to kill the great masters of the Void Refining Realm in one blow, and even the Demon Emperor found it difficult to resist head-on.

After just one sword strike, the sword cultivator in formation will lose 90% of his spiritual power and will no longer be able to fight. It should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary.

The Great Elder originally thought that this kind of sword formation would never be useful.

As everyone formed a formation, the Great Elder took the lead, carrying the sword intent of everyone.

Forcibly carrying the sword intent of another person is a huge burden.

In just a moment, the Great Elder's eyes were filled with blood red, and his old skin burst into blue and burst into blood.

But at the same time, its aura also skyrocketed tenfold!

The sword light and sword radiance went straight into the sky, dispelling all the dark clouds covering the sky.

The Great Elder ignored the fact that he was vomiting blood, raised the sword with both hands, roared, and used all his strength to strike the most powerful sword in his life, no, the most powerful sword strike in the life of all the sword masters present.

Only the eight people present could use their different sword intents to bring the Absolute Sword Formation to such perfection.

Because the starting point of their Tao heart is the same.

"How... brilliant..."

The monks in the distance, even if they just watched it for a moment, couldn't help but feel awe and reverence.

Even someone like Liu Yanbin, who had long since given up diligent cultivation, recalled the passion he felt when he first embarked on the path of a cultivator.

This is the ultimate goal of a monk.

Even Bei Ming Long Yue felt dazed for a moment.

At the beginning, she just took in a few children, hoping to keep Xiao Wuyou company.

But now, they are all powerful people who can stand on their own.

In the sky, the lightning of heavenly calamity was faintly visible.

Tiandao couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

"For an ant, it's pretty good."

"but......"

It was tiny for only a moment, and the next moment, Tiandao raised his hand, faced the dazzling slash, and snapped his fingers.

Golden light exploded.

The violent Tongtian sword intent was pierced through from the middle, just like a huge sand castle that could not withstand a column of water.

Just one finger.

The most powerful sword moves of the Juejian Sect's great men in their lives were shattered.

Chapter 45: Who is the Sword Heart for?

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Xiao Wuyou had been mentally prepared for the elders' defeat, but when the moment really came, he couldn't help but sigh.

Is it true that one must use luck to harm the way of heaven?

Xiao Wuyou had just captured the spiritual power fluctuations of Liu Feiyan and others. It was obvious that they were entangled by the devil.

Yan'er and the others were unable to get away, and the elders were unable to harm Tiandao, so now they could only rely on themselves.

"Young Master, let's go."

As Xiao Wuyou finished speaking, he saw the young master standing there.

"Little Grandmaster?"

"No match for him." The young master turned around, his delicate brows no longer calm, only haggardness remained.

"The power of Heaven is stronger than before. We have no chance of winning."

Xiao Wuyou said calmly: "Then what should we do?"

The young master gritted his teeth and said coldly, his slender shoulders trembled violently: "Do you still need to ask? I'll hold him back, you run away!"

Xiao Wuyou didn't reply, but just stretched out his hand and touched the soft cheek of the young master.

He has always been looking up at the back of his junior master.

The son of destiny, the invincible protagonist, the unrivaled swordsman of the Longyue.

But who in this world is truly omnipotent?

It's just that the young master turned her back on God again and again in order to protect herself, hiding her anxiety and fragility under her bangs.

"I run away, and then what? My young master will die, and how long can I survive?"

The young master clenched his fists, closed his eyes in pain, and said solemnly: "That's better than you dying here with me!"

"That's not a good thing at all!" Xiao Wuyou shouted coldly.

"Leaving behind the one you love and waiting to die alone, you, Little Master, should be the most familiar with this feeling." Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At this moment, Bei Ming Long Yue's pupils finally wavered.

"I'm sorry, I've made you suffer over the past ten thousand years." Xiao Wuyou hugged the fairy in front of him tightly in his arms.

Bei Ming Long Yue did not hug back, but just buried her head in the other's chest.

The young master's voice was hoarse and bitter, and as mournful as a wind chime in the rain: "I don't know what else to do."

"I can't beat him, I can't stop him, you've worked so hard to get everything you have now, but I..."

For ten thousand years, Bei Ming Long Yue has used up all his strength.

One's own power, the power of others, the power of luck, planning and layout, but the best result is to exchange Xiao Wuyou's chance of life in the next life.

But this time, she really had no choice.

Xiao Wuyou's soul has reached its limit.

"This is your last life. If you die here, then it will really be..." The young master couldn't go on.

Only sobs echoed in the wind.

But Xiao Wuyou smiled at this moment, stretched out his hand and brushed the crystal in the corner of the silver-haired fairy's eyes.

"Why do you want me to die here?"

"It's just the way of heaven."

"You... have a solution?" The young master looked at me blankly, with a distressing blush in the corners of her beautiful eyes.

Xiao Wuyou's heart had never trembled as much as it did now, but his expression was calmer than ever before.

"Yes, of course."