Projection of the Heavens

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In the mountains and forests a few miles away from Songjiabao, the burly giant man folded his arms and looked indifferent.

"I remember that the first sword technique that Guizhen exchanged seems to be the Eight Swords of Heaven, right?"

Behind him, the pharmacist looked at Guizhen's back with a half-smile.

"Yes, before he entered the main temple, he was a master of swordsmanship. After joining the main temple after trials, he was even more out of control."

The burly giant said lightly: "Learn all methods to return to the truth. He advanced to three stars with the sword method, and even mastered the seven major limits. Song Que is not his opponent."

"Huh? Not necessarily!"

The swordsman narrowed his eyes, his face was stern, and he said softly: "Eight swords of the sky, drawn swords, ruthless cuts... Swallowing the sky and destroying the earth, although the swordsmanship of returning to the truth is nothing in the main temple, but It can also be regarded as entering the room.”

"But I haven't seen Song Que, so it's hard to decide whether to win or lose. It's not uncommon for people to counterattack the difference of one move."

"Then wait and see."

The burly man nodded and stopped talking.

The three of them stood still in the woods, guarding against being ambushed.

......

Guizhen picked up the Tiger Soul Sword and walked towards the Song Family Fort.

Tread!

He stepped forward step by step, the subtle airflow blew, and the sword intent rose into the sky, breaking through the clouds.

The plane teams of the main temple are all strong men who have experienced tragic killings, and Guizhen is also a master who has gone through four or five worlds, practiced the sword technique hard, and reached Samsung.

Roar!

There was a burst of chirping like a tiger's roar, as if a hungry tiger was roaring in the sky.

As he moved forward step by step, the sword momentum became more and more condensed, and the cyclone around him swept the dust in the sky, mighty and murderous.

With the killing intent of splitting mountains and breaking seas, he pushed forward.

"Song Que!"

At a distance of several dozen meters, Guizhen shouted violently.

The stern shout was like a blade cutting through the sky for several miles.

"No, not good!"

"Quickly inform the valve owner!"

The Song family guards guarding the door changed greatly, and as soon as they moved, they were crushed to the ground by the force of the sword from afar, unable to move.

boom!

The gate of Songjiabao suddenly opened.

"Who dares to provoke my Song family?"

With a loud shout, Song Luti crossed the long sword and led a group of masters out of the gate.

"Great master!"

Song Lu's pupils shrank, the hair on his body exploded, and his heart was beating wildly.

The man in front of him, with high momentum and unparalleled sword power, felt a stinging pain between his brows at a distance of dozens of meters.

"Where is Song Que, come out quickly and die!"

Guizhen's brows were filled with murderous aura, his eyes were purple, and he was terrifying.

Whoosh!

Before Song Lu could speak, a palm patted his shoulder.

Song Que, dressed in a white robe, with a heavenly saber hanging from his waist, stepped forward.

The years seem to have left no traces on him, and even after the age of knowing his destiny, he still looks as handsome as a youth.

He was clean, his long hair was **** at his waist, and there was a hint of coldness on his handsome face, which was like a knife and axe.

"Extraterritorial Demon?"

Song Que put his hands on his sides, his eyes as bright as Chenxing's eyes flashed with sword intent, and he looked directly at Guizhen, who was dozens of meters away.

Although it was only the first time he saw it, Song Que could feel a faint sense of disgust rising in his heart, as if the whole world was urging him to kill the swordsman in front of him.

"Song Que, Tiandao, I have really admired the name for a long time!"

Gui Zhenxie smiled, his tiger soul raised up, and he barked his teeth: "The thought of being able to cut you under the knife makes my heart feel so happy!"

Guizhen trembled slightly, unable to suppress the fighting spirit in his heart.

Since the first day he stepped into the main temple, he has been practicing swordsmanship all the time, and the first swordsmanship he exchanged was Song Que's eight swordsmanships.

At this time, there is a chance to face Song Que and slash him under the knife. This feeling is really wonderful.

"very good!"

Song Que's eyes flickered, and he was full of fighting spirit.

Since the battle with Gu Shaoshang, he has been sitting in the Sharpening Hall for 20 years, facing such a strong swordsman at this time.

Even the unfathomable extraterrestrial demons are still boiling with fighting intent.

"Pick me up, swallow the sky and destroy the earth, the storm!"

As soon as Song Que finished speaking, Guizhen roared violently.

His figure moved abruptly, his spine surging like a dragon rising into the sky, and the horizontally raised Tiger Soul Sword suddenly raised.

From a distance of several dozen feet, a knife was cut out!

Roar!

The airflow was turbulent vertically and horizontally, as if the real sword light was stretched.

First, a tiger tail with a length of ten feet and a thick arm protruded out, and a violent gust of wind blew out with a single stroke in the void.

Then, four tiger claws the size of a grinding disc slammed out, and their sharp claws ripped apart the air.

Then there is the majestic and vigorous body, and finally the huge tiger's head emerges from it, and the huge three-foot-long fangs flash with a cold light.

Boom!

The giant tiger condensed from the sword glow looked around and looked at the world, the tiger's mouth was slightly opened, and the tiger's roar resounded through the sky and looked up to the sky.

Immediately, a hurricane with a width of several meters was pulled up, and the astral wind that swept the sky exploded.

Within a few miles, whether it was birds or beasts, or a group of Song clan masters standing behind Song Que, amidst this roar of the sword, they couldn't help but fight, almost kneeling on the ground.

The Seven Great Limits was inspired by Chiyou's vision of the powerful destructive power derived from natural disasters and earth calamities. This type of storm was created by him watching the ancient hurricane destroy the world, and the blade slashed out like a tornado, slashing straight and horizontally. smash anyone or anything.

"Good knife! Good knife technique!"

Only Song Que, who faced this style of swordsmanship, was not only fearless, but had the will to fight.

After sitting for 20 years, he not only created all the eight methods of the Heavenly Sword, but also integrated the God-Emperor's two swords sent by Gu Shaoshang, and deduced the Heavenly Sword into the ninth form.

With a high praise in my heart, between strides, it was like a long knife, tearing apart the storm in the sky.

"One of the eight methods of the Tiandao, the upper and lower are not formed, why should you test it?"

Song Que's faint voice drifted, and the long knife around his waist was unsheathed.

He didn't have the habit of calling out the name of the move, but the extraterritorial demon in front of him had called out the name of the move.

Song Que also followed him.

Clang!

A majestic and tyrannical sword light rose high in the piercing whistle of a piercing sword that emptied the cracking clouds, piercing the clouds.

Immediately, he slashed down, splitting the sky, and smashing the sword light storm that swept back to the truth.

"As expected of Song Que!"

Guizhen smiled violently, the swept sword light storm gathered, and the giant sword light tiger roared to meet Song Que's slashing celestial sword.

Whether it is a swordsman, a pharmacist, etc., who are several miles away, or a master of the Song family with a terrified look on Song Fangkou's mouth, all they can see is the overwhelming and ruthless sword light!

Boom!

In the eyes of everyone, the hob slammed into each other.

The sound of the collision of the knife light was like a thunderous whistle covering a radius of several miles.

The bluestone floor paved in front of Song Valve was shattered and disintegrated, the gravel splashed, and the ground within a radius of several dozen meters was there, and the flames cut vertically and horizontally, and they were three or four feet short!

The masters of the Song Clan retreated to avoid them, and the scattered sword light broke the two stone lions crouching at the mouth of the Song Clan into pieces the size of fists.

"Die!"

With no success, Guizhen shouted violently, and the tiger's soul in his palm raised, piercing the sky, and rushing towards the mountain with a terrifying momentum.

"Humph!"

Song Que couldn't help groaning, his internal organs vibrated, and he raised the Heavenly Sword to meet him.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang clang!

Immediately, in the smoke and dust flying in the sky, there was a dense and almost inaudible collision of gold and iron.

In a few breaths, the two of them didn't know how many knives they fought, and instantly entered a life-and-death fight.

The swaying knife light, the energy pulled countless knife marks and cracks around the two of them.

......

"I didn't expect that Song Que's swordsmanship was so tyrannical, that he could take over the Seven Great Limits of Guizhen. I thought he would be killed by a knife."

The burly giant was slightly surprised.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see that whether it is true qi or strength, Guizhen will overwhelm Song Que.

However, even if this knife is taken, the internal organs will be traumatized, and it is only a matter of time before defeat.

"Unfortunately, no matter how strong his swordsmanship talent is, he will only be defeated."

The swordsman's eyes glittered with regret: "Song Que's swordsmanship talent is considered top-notch, but he's just a native."

He shook his head, and the ancient sword behind him trembled slightly.

No matter how talented you are, how can you match the accumulation of countless worlds?

It's a pity.

Buzz!

The pharmacist flipped the palm of his hand, and countless golden-yellow Gu worms flew up, like a torrent that covered the sky and the sun, and flew towards the Song Clan mansion.

"Regardless of Song Que, go and get rid of the rest of the Song clan first."

The pharmacist smiled slightly, his eyes cold and ruthless.

........

when!

A crisp sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded in the blade wind storm.

call!

Song Que's figure retreated violently, a ray of blood rose, and blood spurted out.

"puff!"

Song Que stepped back ten feet and spat out a mouthful of blood stasis, his face suddenly pale.

"Brother!"

"Valve Lord!"

Song Lu and the others' faces changed suddenly, and they rushed forward with a mad cry.

I saw a long knife mark more than two feet long from Song Que's chest, and the plain white robe was stained with blood.

"Heavenly Knife? Haha! That's all! But that's it!"

Guizhen didn't catch up, but just laughed loudly, and the violent look flashed in his eyes: "I already know the eight methods of the Heavenly Sword, what do you compare with me?"

"Back off!"

Song Que took a deep breath and repelled the group of Song clan masters who had gathered around.

"My knife..."

Song Que stared blankly at the broken celestial saber in his hand, and whispered to himself in a low voice.

He turned a deaf ear to Guizhen's arrogant laughter.

"My knife is already in my heart."

Song Que's face became paler, but his eyes became brighter: "After you get the knife, forget the knife!"

"This is my way of the sword!"

Song Que's figure suddenly stood up like a knife, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's palm interrupted the knife and inserted it on the ground, his whole body raised with momentum.

At this time, he has no knife in his hand, but has a knife in his heart.

Under the great advancement of swordsmanship, one step into the realm of broken void.

Whoosh!

Song Que's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and the wound on his chest was bleeding freely, and he ignored it.

Tread!

With his hands hanging by his sides, he walked step by step towards the shocked expression of return to the truth.

"Can't wait to die?"

Guizhen was startled, although he saw that Song Que seemed to have broken through the realm.

But he didn't care at all, stepping forward, the tiger's soul raised: "The seven limits, the landslide!"

Boom!