Chapter 1289: On the day of the broken sword and the return of the king!

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One way of martial arts, a long and different way, to fight against the sky!
Many martial artists in the secular world can only cultivate to the Yellow Realm master in their entire life.
Even a master in the Sejong Hidden Gate, after reaching the realm of Heaven, it is difficult to make progress.
As for the peak powers of the heavens, throughout China, there are very few existences, and only the sect masters of the ancient sects can reach them.
But above the pinnacle of heaven, there is still an earth fairy!
What is Earth Immortal?
The best in the world, unparalleled in the world!
Only those with great perseverance, great wisdom, and great opportunities can prove the Tao and become immortal.
In the long history of China, there are only a handful of strong earth immortals, and each of them has left a brilliant chapter, admired and worshipped by future generations.
Even a master monk like Abbot Xuanci is not far from the real realm of immortality.
It seems that it is only one step away, but the slightest error is far away.
And now, when Ye Nantian is holding the Tai'a sword, it is really like the emperor stepping out of the palace of the heavens, coming to the world with the power of dominating the nine heavens and ten places, and the might of the world.
God blocks and kills gods, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!
After a sword, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, all the Buddhas all over the sky dissipated, and the originally mighty and mighty Buddha kingdom collapsed.
Inside the Xiaoleiyin Temple, the crows are silent, and the needle drop can be heard, and there is deathly silence.
All the monks stood there, their scalps were numb and silent, their faces were full of unconcealed panic, and a huge wave was set off in their hearts, and they were beyond surprise.
They couldn't imagine that the Buddha they believed in, swept by Ye Nantian's sword, turned into nothing, a careless one.
At this moment, their faith seemed to collapse.
Ye Fan, who was next to him, was also taken aback. He didn't know a lot of swordsmanship, but the brave sword, benevolent sword, and wise sword taught to him by Wei Lao were also the top swordsmanship in the world of cultivating immortals.
Especially the Sword of Wisdom, which breaks all the laws of the world, and is exquisite.
So Ye Fan's attainments in kendo are not inferior to those who have been immersed for many years.
However, the sword that Ye Nantian stabbed with Tai'a sword just now made him feel an unprecedented shock.
Ye Fan closed his eyes and savored the mystery. There seemed to be only the invisible sword aura left in his mind. It was as dazzling as a meteor chasing the moon. That supreme kendo will suddenly illuminates the entire void god. The sea of ​​knowledge.
Every ray of sword aura is like a tiny firefly, but when gathered together, they burst out with rays comparable to the sun.
Ye Fan even had an illusion that in front of this sword intent, everything seemed so vague. Not to mention the magical powers displayed by the abbot of Xuanci, even if the true Buddha descends, he would be annihilated instantly.
More importantly, the Tai'a sword at this moment is just a broken blade. If it can be repaired intact, I don't know what terrifying power it can burst.
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"Puff!"
Suddenly, Abbot Xuanci shook his body and spit out a big mouthful of red blood. The circle of gods on the top of his head quickly dissipated, the momentum on his body was declining, and the rosary beads in his hand became bleak.
The land under his feet is no longer a Buddha country, and he is no longer a Buddha. He was beaten back to his original form, his vitality was greatly injured, and he was depressed.
"Ye Nantian, what have you experienced in the past few years, your strength has soared to such a realm, it is enough to enshrine gods and worship saints!" Abbot Xuanci exclaimed.
"Hate is a whip!"
Ye Nantian's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he raised his head and said in a loud voice: "How do you monks aloof know the suffering in the world? Every night in the past eighteen years, I will think of the scene of the dead wife being killed by the gangster! The great revenge has not been reported. Not to mention a broken right arm, even if all four limbs are broken and the dantian is abolished, I will never compromise!"
Ye Nantian's voice contained an unforgettable hatred, and he seemed to stain the world with blood.
"You have fallen into the magic way, there is no cure!" Abbot Xuanci rebuked, faint flames growing in his eyes.
"Huh!" Ye Nantian sneered, "I am avenging my family and my wife. What's wrong? Bald donkey, if you don't return the sword today, I will kill the monks all over the mountain and burn them again. This ruined temple!"
As soon as this remark came out, the murderous aura came out, almost boiling.
"Hey..." Abbot Xuanci sighed faintly, and said helplessly: "Nothing! Since Lao Na can't stop you, I'll give you half of the demon soldier!"
With that, Abbot Xuanci turned and walked into the interior of Xiao Leiyin Temple, and soon returned, holding a sword box in his hand.
On the surface of the sword box, there were hundreds of golden talisman papers with a huge "swastika" written on the talisman paper, which was obviously some kind of mysterious Buddhist seal, wrapped around the sword box like a chain.
"Buzzing buzzing..."
Suddenly, the half of the sword in Ye Nantian's hand whispered.
The sword box held by Abbot Xuanci also trembled.
"Crack! Click! Click..."
The golden talisman paper on the surface of the sword box was constantly being shattered, as if something terrifying was about to break free from the shackles and escape.
The closer Abbot Xuanci was to Ye Nantian, the more vigorous the sword box was.
When he was ten meters away from Ye Nantian, the sword box suddenly opened.
"boom!"
A sword light of training surging out, like polar light, penetrates the world.
The weaker monks in the distance couldn't open their eyes at all, but even if they closed their eyes, they could feel the invisible sword aura unstoppable, as if they were about to cut their skins apart, and felt unhappy.
A few seconds later, a broken blade more than two feet long flew out of the sword box.
Although the blade is broken, the prestige and righteousness contained in it has survived thousands of years.
Someone once wielded this sword across the world.
And now, it finally returned to the master's hands.
Ye Nantian looked at the cutting blade, his eyes were clear, his face was full of excitement, and he shouted:
"Tai Ah Jian, come back!"
As soon as the words fell, the cutting blade seemed to be summoned by mysterious power, and floated towards the hilt in Ye Nantian's hand.
"Zheng!"
The broken blade collided with the hilt, making a sonorous sound, impassioned.
"Rumble, rumbling..."
In an instant, the sword's body shined brilliantly, and the vitality of the heavens and the earth within a radius of 10,000 meters quickly poured into the sword like a sea of ​​rivers.
The broken trace in the middle disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, Ye Nantian bit the tip of his tongue and vomited a mouthful of blood on Tai'a sword.
"Huh!"
After absorbing the blood of the earth immortal, there was a bit of fairy aura on the Tai'a sword, as if it shouldn't belong to the mortal dust, but the immortal soldiers from the nine heavens, and they have incredible magical powers with a single blow.
After a stick of incense, the light on the sword finally dissipated, and the charm was restrained.
Looking into the distance, I saw that there was no flaw on the blade, it was completely natural and supernatural, not only could not see any signs of being cut off, but even the rank had reached a higher level.
At this moment, Ye Nantian held the Tai'a sword in his hand, like the arrival of the supreme king, his body exploded with the grandeur of the world and swallowing mountains and rivers.
On the day of the broken sword and the return of the king!
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"If I draw a sword, I will be like the nine heavens, with a clear breeze and a bright moon, a legacy of independence, and a flying fairy."
After Ye Nantian said, the Tai'a sword in his hand was radiant and dazzling, and he began to slowly dance the sword, like a flowing cloud in the sky, and dissipated like a breeze in the mountains.
"If I draw a sword, I will be like the vast earth, the top of ten thousand mountains, the sword will open the gate of heaven, and the heroes will be shocked."
Ye Nantian said again, the originally elegant sword technique suddenly became solemn, as thick as a mountain.
"Boom boom boom..."
Unknowingly, Tai A Jianzhong made a long roar like a dragon's roar, which kept lingering around the beam for three days.
Including Abbot Xuanci, everyone in the court stared at his sword dancing figure in a daze, with their eyes unblinking, for fear of missing any picture.
They could feel that Ye Nantian's swordsmanship was unbelievable, and the antelope hanging horns was not a complete set of moves, but in fact it had become a faction of its own.
If the painting of the immortal Han Jiangxue is here, and the picture is painted on rice paper, it would be another shocking "Sword Dance Picture", in which the swordsmanship is no less than the "Sword God" sword Wuya moves. .
If you can steal a trick from it, it will last a lifetime.
After a long time, Ye Nantian took the sword, with a confident smile on his face, turned his head to look at Ye Fan and said:
"Xiao Fan, go, let's go to Kunlun Mountain and seek revenge from Xuanyuan Ji Clan!"