Whoosh!

The flying sword broke through the air, as fast as a stream of light, and instantly pierced Tu Shanxuan's eyebrows. The vertical and horizontal sword energy was like a thousand cuts, smashing Tu Shanxuan's body into pieces.

The art of flying swords is best at attacking, and the most powerful among the eight immortals is the sword immortal Lu Dongbin.

This sword made Li Daoxuan dazzled and yearned for it.

The Taoist priests in Wanshou Palace also know how to fly swords, but their speed is too slow and their power is not strong. Compared with the master's flying swords, they are nothing like clouds and mud!

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But Zhang Qianyang did not relax. Instead, his brows became more solemn. He knew that the eight-tailed fox demon would not die so easily.

Sure enough, Tu Shanxuan, who was smashed into pieces by the sword energy, suddenly turned into countless butterflies, flying in the air.

"What a fierce swordsmanship, Zhang Qianyang, I want to see if your Taiyi Tiangang Sword Technique can break my magical illusion?"

Tu Shanxuan's voice came from the void, so ethereal that it was impossible to determine the direction.

Then Li Daoxuan felt a flower appear before his eyes on a mountain peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The master was beside him, standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a Taoist robe and looking solemnly.

Zheng!

Under his control, the Taiyi Thunder Wood Sword pierced directly into the sea of ​​clouds, smashing the flowing clouds in the sky into pieces. However, there was nothing there, and there was no one there.

"Master, what's going on?"

Zhang Qianyang frowned and said: "What a powerful illusion, but my magic eye can't see any flaws in it."

"Master, how should you break such a powerful illusion?"

"How to break it?"

Zhang Qianyang glanced at him and said proudly: "Strike him with a sword!"

After saying that, he recalled the Taiyi Thunderwood Sword, stretched out his sword fingers, and lightly tapped the hilt. The next moment, a magical scene appeared, and the Taiyi Thunderwood Sword suddenly turned into ten handles.

"The Taiyi Tiangang Sword Technique is divided into five realms, namely the Sword Control Realm, the Ten Sword Realm, the Hundred Sword Realm, the Thousand Sword Realm, and the Ten Thousand Sword Realm, which can only be cultivated by the mighty Yang God!"

He tapped the hilt again, and the Taiyi Thunderwood Sword continued to divide, transforming into hundreds, hundreds, thousands, and thousands!

"Although my master's cultivation has declined, my swordsmanship has been preserved. Looking at the swordsmen in the world, how many people can stop my ten thousand swords?"

At this moment, Zhang Qianyang stood with his hands behind his back, thousands of swords hanging in the air behind him, pointing to the sky, like a long river of sword energy, rushing endlessly.

Li Daoxuan's eyes were dazzled, and his heart was surging. This is... so handsome!

He is the real swordsman who can control thousands of swords and break through the sky. He always thought that his master was best at thunder, but he didn't expect that it was swordsmanship!

No wonder his master was very strict with him when it came to sword training.

"disease!"

Ten thousand swords form the Taiyi Tiangang Sword Formation, which resembles the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, and is like a huge divine sword piercing the sky!

Boom!

The whole world trembled slightly, with a faint tendency to distort, as if it was about to collapse.

Li Daoxuan's eyes showed a trace of joy and said: "Master, it works!"

Zhang Qianyang smiled and nodded, took off the wine bottle from his waist and took a sip. His cheeks were a little rosy and he said, "Disciple, do you want to learn?"

Li Daoxuan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, he thought so much!

How could he not want to learn such a handsome swordsmanship?

Zhang Qianyang stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "The sword I made just now only used 30% of my strength, just to facilitate your learning. Otherwise, it would be easy to break through this illusion!"

When Li Daoxuan heard this, he felt greatly relaxed. Master is worthy of being a master, he is awesome!

But before he could be happy, a voice came into his ears. It was the master who was quietly transmitting the message.

"Disciple, hurry up and help me as a teacher!"

Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize that his master's face seemed too rosy and his calves seemed to be shaking slightly.

He quickly stepped forward, held Master's arm, and said: "Master, teach me quickly!"

Zhang Qianyang smiled and nodded. With Li Daoxuan's support, he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his body.

Fortunately, the apprentice is smart enough.

He sent a message to Li Daoxuan: "My master forced me to activate the Ten Thousand Sword Realm, and my old injury recurred. Let's put on a show and see if we can frighten this fox demon."

Zhang Qianyang was also helpless. He fell into the Yang God realm and suffered from old injuries. This is why he likes to sleep in coffins all year round, just to absorb the Yin energy to calm the old injuries in his body.

Using the Yin Shen realm to activate Ten Thousand Swords was already very reluctant, and it also affected an old wound. At this moment, it seemed that there were ten thousand arrows piercing his heart. Being able to maintain his calm appearance showed that he had extremely strong concentration.

Li Dao

Looking at his disciple's gaze, Zhang Qianyang coughed, his old face turned red, and he said loudly and deliberately: "Master, I wanted to kill this fox demon directly, but suddenly I remembered your master's teachings. God has the virtue of good life, and the Qingqiu clan is here. Yu also contributed a lot when he controlled the floods, so we should give him a chance of survival."

Li Daoxuan quickly answered: "Yes, Master, if the monster is sensible and can take the initiative to remove the illusion and leave Hongzhou, it is not impossible to spare his life."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold snort sounded from heaven to earth.

The ground trembled, and a human face appeared, which looked exactly like Tu Shanxuan.

"Zhang Qianyang, that attack just now had the power of a Yang Shen. I don't believe it. How many times can you, who is in the Yin Shen realm, be able to launch such an attack?"

Li Daoxuan's heart sank, he was broken, he was not scared!

Zhang Qianyang snorted coldly, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed blood on the Taiyi Thunderwood Sword that flew back.

Immediately, the Taiyi Thunderwood Sword glowed brightly, divided again, turned into ten thousand swords, and slashed towards the earth!

The dense rain of swords is like a long river falling from the sky, piercing the earth and cutting off the mountains and rivers, as if they are collapsing at the end of the world.

But then magma flowed out of the cracked earth, swallowing up all the sword shadows. The wind roared all around, and the wind helped the fire, and a raging fire suddenly ignited, turning the world into a sea of ​​fire.

Li Daoxuan wanted to use the Three Realm Gourd to take away all the flames, but found that there was no reaction at all.

Only then did he remember that all these were illusions and not real existences, so the Three Realms Gourd could not absorb them.

But illusion doesn't mean you can't kill people.

If he cannot break the illusion, his body in reality will burn to death because in his consciousness, he has been burned to death by fire.

Later generations of scientists once conducted experiments where they put a person under deep hypnosis and told him that his arm had been burned by fire. As a result, even though everything was normal, the person actually had burnt marks on his arm.

Hypnosis is like this, let alone the magical illusion of the eight-tailed demon fox?

"Master, what should we do?"

Seeing that the magma under his feet was gradually rising, and the surrounding flames were about to swallow him up at any time, Li Daoxuan was sweating like rain and asked hurriedly.

However, Zhang Qianyang's condition was not good either. He had just used blood from the tip of his tongue to forcefully activate the Ten Thousand Sword Realm again. His internal injuries were even more serious. The blood reached his throat and he swallowed it again.

But Zhang Qianyang was Zhang Qianyang after all. Faced with such a critical moment, he remained very calm and carefully observed his surroundings with penetrating eyes.

"The hurdles are filled and the scriptures are refining, and the green dragon rides in the middle of the furnace."
Chapter completed!