Chapter 205 Kill a thousand years with one sword

The law requires the imprint of Tianshu to condense, and Tianshu can only condense into a mark by practicing Mahayana. Xu Le's heavenly 'sword burial' is not perfect. He can absorb a lot of swordsmanship to supplement every battle, but it is still some distance away from Mahayana.

But if he can also understand the meaning of [Sword of Life and Death] and integrate it into the 'sword burial', then he can condense the first mark.

"This is the embodiment of will. We have to fight to the death."

I don't know how many elixirs the two injured antiques have swallowed. The elixirs on their bodies turned into elixir fire, and there was a crackling sound in their bodies. The severely damaged holy body healed in a very short time, and their combat effectiveness was also enhanced a little.

They have lived for at least hundreds of years. After thousands of years, what kind of enemy have they have never met, but they have met such an anti-sky person as Xu Le for the first time, especially the incarnation full of the will to kill, which seems to kill them all with just one cut.

Three old antiques with more than a thousand combat power took action at the same time. The three sword tide competed with the sun and the moon, and the power of killing was powerful enough to destroy a 3,000-meter-long warship. They all drive their strength to the peak to compete with Xu Le.

With the help of the power of Xu Le's soul, he raised his hand and cut it. The will incarnates to make the same posture and moves, and he saw an invisible gap stretching out, as if a giant murderer was devouring. The three sword tides suddenly interrupted, and the sword spirit swept all over the sky, and the cut gaps in the void were shocking.

Bum——

Xu Le was shaken out by the anti-shock force. In the face of the joint blow of the three masters, he also rolled with qi and blood, devouring the king's body before he could resolve the attack power of that moment. He kept retreating and stepping out pieces of broken lotus with his feet.

Countless subtle sword spirit passed through the meridians, regarded his devouring king's body as a battlefield and separated him into bones.

The situation of the three antiques opposite was not good. They joined hands to resolve the strongest blow, and the power of the incarnation of will posed a certain threat to their souls, which was the most shocking to them.

"Three old guys have learned the thousand-year swordsmanship. The essence of the three-style swordsmanship is hidden in this sword spirit, and I just absorbed and refined it all." Xu Le devoured the king's body and ejected all kinds of energy from his body. A few breaths melted out the sword spirit passing through the meridians, and the fragments of swordsmanship were flowing in his mind.

"It is worthy of the thousand-year-old spiritual practice, and the mystery of every sword art is silky and complete. It's just a pity that their soul power is not enough to condense the imprint of heavenly art, otherwise their combat effectiveness will at least double.

Xu Le is not exaggerated at all. If he condenses the 'heavenly burial' into a swordsmanship mark, in the face of the attack of the three antiques, he only needs to sacrifice this mark to determine the universe.

However, there is a lack of aura in the secular world of immortal cultivation. Although many people are talented, they are still struggling and their practice is bumpy. Many people can't understand the Tao in their lives, and there are very few people who master the heavenly art. Condensing the imprint of heavenly art requires not only massive vitality, but also the sacrifice of the fire of the soul.

The fire of the soul can only be ignited when it is cultivated to the divine realm. Xu Le's soul has been quenched by the power of three disasters, and the soul fire is vigorous. His basic conditions have been possessed, leaving only the accumulation of practice.

Get the essence of the three people, and Xu Le's sword skills became more and more complete. Taking a deep breath, there was a loud noise in his body, and the will of life and death condensed again, and his body was tall and towering like an unshakable mountain.

"Dead Sword."

Xu Le's small deduction simulated this killing move, which is far less powerful than the woman who is good at stealth, but this move is full of the artistic conception of killing, complete destruction and complete degradation. Under the sword are all dead ghosts who died unjustly, and they will never be born after death.

The three old antiques' faces changed sharply, their eyes were congested, and their hair suddenly rose. The vitality in their bodies was suppressed by a breath, and the turnover actually stagnated. The masters competed for one and a half move. They have rich combat experience and know how to choose. At the juncture of life and death, an unspeakable and terrible breath broke out on all three people.

The three of them put out their swords at the same time, and the swords were brilliant, as if the starlight exploded.

Xu Le's final kill was actually resisted.

"These three old antiques are unwilling to kill even if they self-harm. It seems that their practice has reached the most critical moment and dare not consume their soul power."

As soon as Xu Le's sword changed, the sword light immediately became lively and full of vitality, as if a wisp of vitality bloomed in death, giving people infinite hope.

"Braw a sword."

Life and death are transformed, and yin and yang are turned upside down.

The three old antiques' scalps are numb and their eyes are full of fear. This student sword brings them a more horrible feeling, giving them hope but wants to kill them, which is simply vicious.

"A hundred years of streamer."

"The sword swings thousands of miles."

"Howls a sword."

The three people's hair turned white, and bursts of light blue flames rose on their bodies. At first glance, they looked like a devil who escaped from hell. Their combat effectiveness suddenly increased, and everyone's strength increased by more than 200 dragons.

They exchange their own life potential in exchange for short-term power.

Xu Le cut off with a sword, and not only raised a terrible feeling in his heart, which has threatened his life. If he really fights with them, he may be seriously injured.

With a sound, Xu Le left a fake body, and the body has been lost thousands of meters away.

"We can't stay here for a long time. We are not his opponents. It's better to withdraw first."

The three old-fashioned souls exchanged, and each of them pinched different French seals and wanted to escape. But Xu Le has regarded them as fish. If he kills and refines them all, his combat effectiveness will undoubtedly advance to a higher level.

He typed a hundred fingerprints, and finally unified the magic seals and opened the pupils of the kings. A soul sword condensed, surrounded by the power of three disasters, and the void shook, tearing apart the thick cracks in the arms.

"Ten years with one sword."

The soul sword ignores the loss of time and the distance of space. One sword is divided into three moves and passes over three old antiques.

I saw their bodies stiff, and the light blue flame on their bodies suddenly went out. Everyone's faces were pale, their eyes were scattered, and the grains of sweat on their foreheads rolled down.

bang-bang-bang-

Three people fell to the ground and rolled a few times, and a faint blood mist rose on their bodies.

"Blood escape?" Xu Le's mouth showed a sneer, and the pupils of the kings in the middle of his eyebrows roared, making people's souls fly away, and a divine light scanned the three people one after another. He took a step, and the sword of the soul was cut again. The void burst, and the void crack divided a kilometer mountain into two halves.

"A hundred years with one sword."

This soul sword light is stronger and passes through the bodies of the three people without hindrance.

The miserable cry sounded, and their souls finally couldn't stand the feeling of pain into the bone marrow, and they wished that their souls would die immediately.

However, after this sword was cut out, Xu Le's eyes began to fade, and even the pupils of the kings were closed for six minutes. Qianqiu swordsmanship was not so easy to perform, and it needed to consume extremely powerful soul energy.

The highest soul strength of the three antiques is only 300, and after thousands of years of life, they still can't resist the power of Xu Le.

"Those who want to bully my immortal gate will be killed; those who want to steal my immortal gate will be killed without mercy; those who want to destroy my immortal gate will be killed without mercy."

Xu Le made the final sound of judgment, and his soul sword rose to the sky again, and the breath emitted made the four fields die. Even if many strong people in the Changshengmen array are stiff and their eyes are frightened, their souls are faintly trembling, as if they have suffered irresistible Tianwei oppression.

"[Sword of Life and Death] is the ancestor. Who are you? Are you the descendant of the ancestor?"

"Taoist friend, do you still want to kill all of them? Xuanhuang world catastrophe, the masters of the world come. Even if you can kill us today, more and stronger masters will come in the future. Even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't escape death.

"Yes, the ancestors of our three forces are in the Fenghuo Empire. If we die, they will feel that, not to mention the small immortal gate, even the five immortal gates will not be able to withstand their anger."

The smell of the three old antiques declined, their souls were full of spider cracks, and the origin was traumatized, and only in a short short time, they lost a lot of energy, as if they had suddenly aged for a hundred years.

"When you die, there is no need to say much. My immortality Gate is not easy to bully. Even if your ancestors come, we will try our best to kill them and never regret." Xu Le's voice was like thunder. He looked at the three people with contempt. In the face of death, even people who have been around for thousands of years will be horrible. Even if they are released today, it will be a miracle that they can live for decades with their soul injury.

"Use your lives to pay tribute to the old man Qianqiu, and kill Qianqiu with one sword. Years are merciless."

The soul sword light shines in all directions, as beautiful as the sunset, which is the final end of life.

The three old antiques no longer have a chance to talk nonsense and fall to the ground without the breath of life.

"I didn't expect that the senior brother would understand Qianqiu swordsmanship to such an exquisite magical realm, promote swordsmanship with the power of the soul, and kill the soul origin of killing. No one can defend it and no one can stop it."

Nangong Xiaoxiao originally competed for the Qianqiu sword with Xu Le, but as a result, an ancient martial arts and swordsmanship will be stimulated by him with soul, and the power is terrible.

The three people who died are not ordinary saints, but antiques who have lived for hundreds of years or even thousands of years. Despite this, the three were still killed by Xu Le by thunder, without any delay.

Xu Le stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and all three remains were sacrificed. The sound of the demon kings singing became louder and louder, as if it came from the sky.

The ten forces retreated crazily. No one expected that the ten-party alliance was killed by one person. The battle was tragic and the death and injury were heavy.

"Kill."

The disciples of the Changsheng sect rushed out in high spirits. At this moment, what they saw was not the enemy, but countless cultivation resources.