Heavenly Dao Cultivation System

Southland.

Sword Pavilion.

On the martial arts field.

When Tyrannical Dao sensed the domain space on Su Yan's fist, he could no longer suppress the shock in his heart, and he screamed without demeanor.

"In the realm of swords, you have actually transformed."

The field of swords!

Oh my goodness.

At this moment, the Domineering Dao felt like he had knocked over a bottle of five flavors in his heart, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't even dream of it.

Su Yan's sword artistic conception has actually undergone a huge transformation, reaching the legendary sword field.

This!

This is the realm of swords.

It is the realm of the unity of heaven and man that can only be entered after the transformation of the tenth level of sword intent.

Ba Dao originally thought.

After comprehending the artistic conception of the sword, I made progress by leaps and bounds.

In just two months, he had lifted the sword's artistic conception from the first level to the eighth level.

It is no exaggeration to say.

This kind of promotion speed is unprecedented in history.

so-

He is confident that with the cooperation of Wanjian Guizong, he will use the eighth layer of the sword's artistic conception, and he should be able to defeat all opponents in the entire Southern Region.

However.

The reality is so cruel, he even slapped him severely on the face.

The eighth-level peak sword intent he is proud of, in front of the real sword field, can't make it to the table at all.

This is a kind of rolling, but also a kind of suppression.

Not to mention that he has only reached the eighth level of peak sword intent, even if he understands the tenth level of peak sword intent, he cannot be an opponent in the field of swords.

In the field of swords, one sword breaks ten thousand magics, this is the most terrifying place for kendo geniuses.

After thinking of this, Ba Dao finally understood.

No wonder—

No wonder the ancestors of the Great Vault Empire were pinched to death by this little beast.

With a single sword to break the ten thousand magic, there is no problem in jumping a few big realms.

Gradually, Ba Dao's face became gray and pale.

Immediately, the tens of thousands of mind swords condensed around him disappeared in an instant.

The terrifying sword intent quickly turned into a mass of energy, completely disappearing in the surrounding air.

Since Su Yan had transformed the sword field, it would be of no avail for him to struggle any more.

Of course.

If his realm can reach the ninth level of the gods, or even the semi-sage level, using the sword intent of the eighth peak may be able to compete with Su Yan.

but.

His own realm is only the eight-fold peak of the gods, and he can't break free from the suppression of the sword field.

Therefore, no matter how hard he struggles, he is not Su Yan's opponent at all.

Even if Su Yan only used a palm, he couldn't resist it.

On the spacious training ground.

The expressions of the elders and disciples of the sword pavilion changed drastically.

"Pavilion Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Pavilion Master, be careful, the palm extends over."

"Pavilion Master, you dodge."

......

Anxious voices resounded throughout the martial arts training ground.

Everyone looked at Tyrant Sword nervously, hoping that he could avoid the palm of his hand.

However-

The Tyrant laughed at himself, and shook his head helplessly, "The old man has been in the Southern Territory for hundreds of years. This time he is completely planted."

Then, he looked at his daughter, and a look of guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Xiaoya, I'm sorry for my father.

If I followed your advice from the beginning, Daojiange would not follow in the footsteps of today. "

Mu Qingya's delicate body trembled, and glittering tears flashed in her eyes.

Immediately, she burst out suddenly, rushing directly to the white palm in the void.

"Su Yan, don't kill my father, I beg you not to kill my father."

Mu Qingya firmly grasped Su Yan's palm, not allowing him to approach Tyrant Sword.

"I beg you, just read the scene from the Cliff of Broken Soul, let go of my father."

Mu Qingya was about to cry, crying hysterically, crying without dignity.

She has always been extremely strong, and at this moment she is a weak and helpless woman.

In the face of great strength, even her father is not Su Yan's enemy of one, let alone a weak person like her.

Su Yan's palm was stiff in the air, and he did not continue to grasp the tyrant sword on the martial arts field.

this moment.

Everyone in Daojian Pavilion held their breath and looked nervously at Mu Qingya and the palm in front of her.

thought.

Their pavilion master understood the artistic conception of the sword, and the rise of the sword pavilion is inevitable.

But.

Because the pavilion owner repeatedly provoked the southern small world, it directly ruined all the foundations of the entire sword pavilion.

even.

Whether the elders and disciples of their sword pavilion can keep their lives in the future is still unknown.

after all.

The name of the butcher in the southern small world has long been spread throughout the Southern Region, and even Qingzhou Badao.

The pavilion owner provoked Su Yan so mortally, it was impossible for that butcher to let the sword pavilion go.

Among the crowd.

Yang Tiankai laughed at himself and looked at Tyrant Sword in disgust.

This kind of **** mad dog, he had long persuaded him to go to the small southern world to confess his sins.

But.

Not only did he not follow his advice, but he also wanted to kill himself and his father.

The sword pavilion can have today is completely caused by him.

Yang Tiankai's side.

Yang Xiong hesitated to speak, as if he wanted his son to intercede, and let Su Yan let go of the sword.

"Old stuff, pray first to save your life."

Yang Tiankai smiled contemptuously and watched Yang Xiong say bluntly, "I tell you the truth, two people in our entire sword pavilion will definitely not die."

Yang Xiong's face changed, and he said in a heavy voice.

"Son, you mean to say.

Will Su Yan kill all the elders and disciples of our sword pavilion? Only two people left in the end? "

Yang Tiankai's eyes flickered, and he said confidently, "According to my understanding of him.

Our entire sword pavilion, I am afraid that only me and Mu Qingya will survive.

It is simply impossible for him to let others go. "

Groaned for a while.

Yang Tiankai continued, "So, don't want me to beg him to let Sword Pavilion go.

After all, the name of the butcher in the southern small world is not for nothing. "

Hearing this, Yang Xiong was completely stunned and still looked at Yang Tiankai unwillingly.

"Could it be that our sword pavilion can't submit to their small southern world? Why do we want to kill them all?"

Why do you want to kill them all?

Yang Tiankai was speechless.

"Old stuff, didn't Su Yan give you a chance before?

I told you a long time ago that as long as it is the opportunity he gives, you must seize it, otherwise, no one can save Daojian Pavilion. "

With a helpless sigh, Yang Tiankai shook his head and said, "So, just admit it.

If I can save your life, I will do my best. "

Having said this, Yang Tiankai closed his eyes and waited for Su Yan to appear.

at this time.

He didn't want to talk to anyone in the sword pavilion, including his father.

All the fate today is entirely because they took the blame and couldn't blame others.

......

In the void.

The white palms shook slightly, and Mu Qingya suddenly flew out.

Immediately afterwards.

A faint voice suddenly came from the palm of his hand.

"Mu Qingya, the grievances between the two of us have already been wiped out."

Speaking of this, Su Yan paused, "Your performance today really disappointed me."

Shaking his head, Su Yan continued, "For your sword pavilion, I haven't given it a chance.

Unfortunately.

Not only did you not listen, but you acted on my messenger. This is your own death, and you can't blame others. "