"The duel between Jianxiu?"

Hearing the words of brother Cheng, the eyes of the supreme Xiwu suddenly glowed with a dazzling look.

"Unexpectedly, you are also a sword mender!"

He restrained his contempt, but there was a little more respect.

"For your sake, I will give you a decent way to die by means of sword repair."

When his voice fell, the sword in his hand gradually lit up.

However, it is strange that all the people present did not feel the fairy power fluctuation on him.

Even rules and soul fluctuations don't exist.

It was as if they were suddenly in a deep mountain and wild forest where no one had set foot for thousands of years.

There were vines and twigs all over the place, which almost made people gasp.

Looking around, there is no light at all, only deep despair.

"The heart of the wood!"

When this thought floated in everyone's heart, the whole forest turned into a sea of fire!

The flame swept by without giving people the slightest chance to react.

In a flash, it engulfed people in the sea of fire!

"The heart of fire!"

Some of the monks have instinctively retreated.

Because this is not an ordinary sword attack, but a cycle of Kendo with the heart of the sword as the boundary.

There is no need for the spirit to communicate with each other, nor for the immortal power to bestow blessings. It has naturally moved the original power between heaven and earth

This is the strength of Jianxiu!

There are so many immortals who choose to use the sword, not without reasons.

Human friars have to compete with other ethnic groups that are endowed with natural advantages, or rely on the endless array of magic weapons, such as magic talismans and runes.

Or, just like Jianxiu, we can find another way.

The burned forest was blackened and scarred.

Suddenly, all the black embers on the ground quickly condensed into a bright light.

The destroyed forest suddenly became a golden palace.

And the black stumps, which were still emitting smoke, were all turned into long cold guns, emitting the chilling light.

Before everyone could react, all the long guns had suddenly killed all around him.

Dense, no gap!

"The heart of the golden sword!"

Although they are not within the scope of this "attack" and have not been targeted, everyone is still shuddering.

They feel the threat of death just from the outside.

And at this time, the boundless sense of loneliness quietly poured into everyone's heart.

Everything between heaven and earth seems to have been meaningless, only the long silence.

This is extremely rare for the immortal.

As immortals, the mind is very firm, which can make them have a specific feeling at the same time. It is already an attack on the spiritual level.

If the battle is affected by this, it is likely to end ahead of time.

"Ji Mie Jian Xin..."

Some Tianzun tried to resist the attack of the heart of the sword, and the only thing left in their heart was shock.

"There are four kinds of swords

"What's more, these four kinds of swords have been integrated to form their own swordsmanship!"

"It's worthy of being the supreme of Xiwu..."

In the face of these four kinds of kendo, these outsiders are still greatly affected, not to mention Jiang Cheng, who is the first to bear the brunt.

"See?"

Xiwu, who holds a long sword, did not see Jiangcheng,

In his eyes, the motionless target is already a living dead man.

He said this to Qiu Yuxuan.

The latter's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, completely immersed in the kendo.

It was not until the question of the supreme Xiwu that I woke up like a dream.

And her body, unexpectedly also floated a breath of kendo.

It's a different world of kendo, which is mainly composed of Changming and Yongye swords, supplemented by the other five swords!

It belongs to Qiu Yuxuan's world.

Although there is only a rudiment in the world at present.

There is still a long way to go to form a real Kendo, but she has no idea