Ten thousand ghost mounds, yin qi gathers, a place where ten thousand ghosts are clustered. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The reason why this place is called the head of the Eight Fierce Lands of the Nine Heavens is that the most terrifying thing is that this place is extremely rich and eerie.

Walking in these ghosts, the spirit will be unconsciously disturbed by the eerie power, resulting in hallucinations, loss of consciousness, and even become the walking dead that will always reverberate here.

What is even more terrifying is the powerful ghost that was born from these yin qi, it is Lin Yang's old friend, the soul devouring demon who almost caused a catastrophe in the Qiwu Continent.

This kind of terrifying ghost thing that is almost immune to physical attacks is in the low-level realm, that is, the existence of the Demon King of the World, and in this ten thousand ghost mounds, it can also bring a lot of trouble to the Yasheng of the Unity Realm.

If you want to destroy the Soul Eater, you must use powerful telekinetic energy, and the recovery speed of telekinesis is much slower than that of spiritual power, which has caused an insurmountable problem for countless strong people - not enough telekinesis!!

Lin Yang's five-star mission was to kill any of the Soul Eater Demon Kings in the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Ghost Tombs, but for ordinary high-level sub-saints, just breaking through the vast sea of Soul Eaters would almost consume most of their mental power, so why should they fight with the last Demon King?

Therefore, the Ten Thousand Ghost Tomb can be said to be one of the relatively quietest murderous places in the Nine Heavens Realm, and no one usually chooses to come here to complete the task for several years, and the recent addition of two high-level sub-saints has fallen even more after this.

At this moment, after Lin Yang gradually walked through the desolate black land outside the Ten Thousand Ghost Tomb, he came to a huge valley, and a huge stone tablet had three big black characters written on it [Ten Thousand Ghost Tomb].

From afar, the valley was filled with thick black smoke that could not be dissolved, as if a sea of countless unjust ghosts was whirling and churning inside, and occasionally a black wave appeared, like an evil ghost spreading its fangs to tear apart any creature that entered.

In the face of this terrifying human ghost, Lin Yang always had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked straight to the depths of the valley, allowing the rolling black mist to swallow him in an instant.

All the way, it was so dark that it was almost impossible to see.

The terrifying yin wind is like an invisible ghost hand, constantly scratching people's necks in the back, making people chill all over.

Anyone walking in such a gloomy valley was afraid that their legs would be weak, but Lin Yang always had a shallow smile on his face, and a pair of fiery eyes glowing red seemed to instantly see through the dense fog in front of him, penetrate the valley, and see the scene outside the exit.

There, there is no imaginary tide of soul devouring demons all over the sky, there are only one person and one sword.

Man, a middle-aged man with beautiful long blue hair fluttering.

The sword, a strange-shaped sword that stood proudly on the ground in an ebony scabbard.

Legend has it that the army of Soul Devouring Demons that would bring endless trouble to the martial artist at the first time had already been swept away by that person, and now Lin Yang could feel the awe-inspiring sword aura seeping from the other side of the valley from afar.

Master!

Absolute masters!

Lin Yang only felt the other party's sword intent, and the Flying Immortal Sword in the Sea of Consciousness had already faintly let out a light roar of excitement, as if he was full of longing for the black sheath long sword in front of him.

"Finally, has a decent master appeared?"

Lin Yang seemed to have been waiting for the appearance of such a powerful master for a long time, especially since the other party was still a powerful swordsman, which made him even more proud of his fighting intent in his heart.

The encounter between a swordsman and a swordsman does not require verbal communication at all.

He doesn't need to know who the other party is, the other party's sword is the best status symbol.

Being able to have such a sword, such a sword intent, is definitely not an existence that can be compared to the kind of goods that can be compared to the King of Happy Happiness and the Old Man of Yanbo.

This person's strength is definitely qualified to enter the top ten of the Heaven Ascending List, and he is the pinnacle supreme of the real Xuantian City.

Lin Yang didn't need to know the other party's intentions, the other party's sword intent had already made everything clear and clear thousands of miles away.

In this Ten Thousand Ghost Mound, today is the strongest sword and the strongest swordsman in Xuantian City.

Seeing through everything, the excited smile on Lin Yang's face was even better.

He didn't need to say much, he directly summoned his newly upgraded Flying Immortal Sword.

A sharp sword intent was like a lightning bolt in the rolling black mist, directly penetrating the long valley and responding to the blue-haired figure.

Swish.

A pair of blue eyes like water slowly opened.

The blue-haired swordsman's face showed a rare smile of excitement.

Ruthless Swordsman - Leng Fei, the sixth-ranked Supreme on the Ascending List, has not shown such a look for almost twenty years.

"I thought that under the Holy Dao, no one would be able to touch my heart with a sword, but I didn't expect it...... It was a lot of fun today!!"

Leng Fei sensed Lin Yang's sword - the emerald green sword body, the blood-red cloud pattern, the sword qi that swallowed like a dragon, and suppressed the sword soul of ten thousand laws.

Such an opponent, even compared to the top three supreme people on the top three of the list, made Leng Fei's blood boil even more.

Because of the sword, only those who use the sword understand.

He Leng Fei indulged in swords all his life, and the reason why he wanted to climb the peak of the Nine Heavens was to continue to see the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and to fight with the strongest swordsman with a sword.

The swordsman named Murong Bai in the valley was the kendodo bosom friend he had been pursuing all his life.

Come!

Come on!

This battle was the meaning of his coming to the Nine Heavenly Paths.

Murong Bai, don't let me down......

Zheng!!

The cold frisbee sat still, and the black-sheathed long sword next to it let out a long cry eager to fight.

For this black long sword, the Flying Immortal Sword is also its rare opponent.

Without Leng Fei's command, the black sheath long sword had already trembled violently, this holy sword with fierce fighting intent was even more full of desire for battle than his master, and it was almost uncontrollable and flew into the sky.

"Black Fall, are you also longing for your kind who can fight hard!Hahaha, okay, go!"

Wow!!

Almost as soon as the blue-haired swordsman's voice fell, a black lightning burst between heaven and earth.

The terrifying black sword was like a dragon that had been imprisoned by heavy shackles for 10,000 years, and as the shackles shattered, the terrifying black dragon with the monstrous sound that had accumulated for thousands of years, turned straight into a black streamer that pierced everything, and shot towards the valley filled with black fog in front of it.

Swish.

The dark fog in the valley was ruthlessly squeezed to the side by the terrifying sword intent, and a one-meter-diameter vacuum channel was directly shot out, and at the end of this passage, it was the strongest opponent, the duel of fate.

"It's good to come!!"

Lin Yang only felt that a world-destroying black dragon seemed to have swooped down on the opposite side, and he felt even more pride in his heart, and his sword aura was soaring.

His kendo has improved by leaps and bounds in five years, so why not want to find a supreme swordsman to fight heartily.

Zheng Zheng.

The flying immortal in his hand began to tremble violently in Lin Yang's hand.

"Hehe, I've been a sword spirit under me for so long, today, it's your time to prove yourself, go, Feixian!!"

Lin Yang shook his hand, and the Flying Immortal Sword moved without wind, breaking through the air and roaring.

A flaming sword qi that fused purple lightning thunder flame and forget-me-not-remember fire instantly wrapped the sword body, and it seemed to turn into a world-destroying fire phoenix in the long roar in the sky.

The flying immortals roared, and the fire phoenix perished.

The sky was full of black fog, and it disappeared without a trace.

Fei Xian, the emperor of the sword, how can he allow his kind to be presumptuous in front of him.

The sword was as powerful as a phoenix, and it swept away the yin qi in the valley in an instant, and on the opposite side, the black dragon's black sword had penetrated through layers of time and space, rushing to the front with endless edges.

Phew.

The Flying Immortal Sword let out a long roar that shook the sky, and the body of the rolling fire phoenix wrapped the sword body that shattered everything, directly meeting the black corpse.

Jingle bell.

A moment.

The air erupted with countless resonances of gold and iron.

The endless sword qi was like the shape of a crescent moon, rushing in all directions, and the black stone valley that had stood for ten thousand years was like hot tofu that had just come out of the pot under this terrifying sword qi, and it was instantly cut into countless pieces.

Rolling boulders, crashing down.

The sky is full of smoke and dust, and it is raised with the wind.

The black dragon that destroyed the world, the fire phoenix that burned the sky, was entangled in the air into two rays of light that covered the clouds and the sun, and as far as the eye could see, the sky of the nine heavens was only left with two spectacular colors, black and red, listening calmly, there was only the endless sound of two swords between heaven and earth.

Leng Fei's lifelong sword intent, Lin Yang's sword path essence, had already been fused with the two swords, and at this moment, it seemed that the two swords were fighting spontaneously in the air, but in fact, it was already a wonderful prelude to the sword intent battle between the two.

The two swords, just the blades of the two swords, are a rare peak duel in this world, and those so-called kendo saints are afraid that they will vomit blood and hit the wall in shame when they see it.

Such a sword fight, too strong, too dazzling.

Spectacular and gorgeous, only seen in life.

Lin Yang walked step by step, and the magnificent double-sword fighting technique became the magnificent background for him to walk on the final sword fighting stage, rendering the entire world into a world of swordsmanship.

Leng Fei sat steadily like Mount Tai, and the roar of gold and iron in the sky became the Sanskrit sound of his enlightenment swordsmanship, as if he was singing the final overture of the sword.

In just a kilometer of road, Lin Yang walked less than ten breaths.

Above the sky, the twin swords have already fought against each other with 10,000 killer moves.

When Lin Yang finally walked out of the valley, the black black corpse, the fiery red flying immortal, the dragon and the fire phoenix had just completed the last peerless battle.

Boom!!

It was as if the whole world was left with this earth-shattering sound.

Under the endless sword qi agitation, the two supreme holy swords, one black and one red, became circular flywheels spinning in the air, flying upside down towards their respective masters.

Leng Fei, jumped suddenly, like a frightening storm, and like the moon in nine days, holding the black corpse in his hand between the lightning and flint, and the endless domineering sword power was like a 10,000-year-old cold river towering between heaven and earth, to freeze the vitality and freeze the opponent.

Lin Yang raised his right hand high, and the Flying Immortal Sword that was spinning rapidly fell into Lin Yang's hand accurately in the last lap.

The supreme boy held the strongest holy sword, that is the pinnacle of invincibility, the ultimate of swordsmanship.

The long sword was facing the sky, Lin Yang didn't need to say any more words, the two swords that intersected just now had already explored the reality of the two sides.

Next, it is the real mutual greetings between the two kendos, which is the ultimate showdown of the nine heavenly paths and the way of the sword!