Xu Longxiang could no longer see Huang Qing's figure, but he could vaguely hear the voice of the Beimang's number one swordsman.
"There have been two generations of swordsmen in Jianghu in the past hundred years. Li Chungang is known for his high-spirited spirit. His sword opened the Gate of Heaven, and he summoned the Azure Dragon with a wave of his sleeve. Đồng Thái is known for his swift sword, and his sharpness is the best in the Sword Forest. "
"Huang Qing doesn't want to walk on their path. The Calm Storm in his hand only asks for two words."
"Don't move."
Between Huang Qing and Xu Longxiang, a towering sword mountain appeared. And this sword mountain was still expanding, pushing toward Xu Longxiang.
Instead of retreating, Xu Longxiang advanced. With a single collision, he broke dozens of long swords of different heights that were blocking his way. After he was stopped in his tracks, he pulled with both hands and tore apart dozens of Calm Disturbance.
No matter how Xu Longxiang rushed forward and used brute force to break those long swords, in the next moment, there would always be a new sword to replace the original position. The young man who was blocked by the sword mountain and sword wall was obviously angry. He retreated and pulled a distance away from the sword mountain. Only then did he launch a swift and violent charge. With one collision, he smashed no less than a hundred Calm Disturbance swords. His whole body crashed into the sword mountain and sunk into the mountain's belly. But in the next moment, the sword mountain began to grow on its own. Not only did its momentum not weaken, but it also forced the youth to retreat. Even if the youth stepped on the ground and tried to use his shoulders to push the mountain forward, his feet still slid backward step by step.
The youth simply used his head to push against the sword wall, and then used his hands to support it.
The youth, who was leaning, roared and pushed forward with all his strength.
It was like a wooden wall!
The whole sword mountain seemed to tremble slightly, buzzing, and the swords hummed like a swarm of mosquitoes.
But the sword mountain, whose thickness was stopped and whose height was still overlapping, still pushed forward slowly with its steadily rising momentum.
The youth's forehead was already dripping with blood, and his palms were a bloody mess.
The boots on his feet were also trampled through.
The youth suddenly turned around, opened his arms, and carried the sword mountain with his not broad back.
The sword wall finally stopped!
In the sky higher than the giant sword mountain, dark clouds covered the sky, and there were faint flashes of lightning and thunder.
The young man's pupils gradually shrank until they completely disappeared.
Huang Qing said softly, "The birth of you, Xu Longxiang, was never a matter of rules. You shouldn't live long in this world. Then I will use the rules to fulfill the rules. "
Huang Qing drew a circle with the Calm Disturbance in his hand.
It was a simple movement that even a toddler could casually perform, but Huang Qing, whose sword energy was second to none in the world, found it extremely difficult and stagnant.
Then, the countless Calm Storm swords that formed a mountain of swords began to change their formation.
Xu Longxiang's swords floated in the air around him, behind him, and above his head.
It formed a huge semicircle.
The tip of each Calm the Storm sword was pointed at the young man in the middle.
Huang Qing looked at the sky from the back of the sword arc. The black clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the purple lightning that was as thick as a tree was rolling crazily.
Huang Qing, whose sword-wielding arm began to tremble, said softly, "Since you seek your own death and are not afraid of attracting the heavenly tribulation, then I will send you on your last journey."
This last sword was called "Rules". Huang Qing originally wanted to compete with the Sword God Đồng Thái, and it would be an unprecedented competition of speed in the path of the sword. He didn't expect to use it on Xu Longxiang first.
Huang Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed onto the sword.
The Calm Disturbance fell to the ground.
The semicircle sword formation that covered the sky and earth exploded with a boom.
Huang Qing's face was filled with shock and confusion.
In the distance, the young man stood with his back bent, his arms hanging low.
The young man's face couldn't be seen.
Seven or eight thick streams of black energy, like evil dragons, wantonly swam around the young man.
At this moment, Huang Qing's clothes fluttered without warning.
The scene that he caught a glimpse of was even more horrifying to the Sword Qi cultivator.
Grandmaster Copper Man was stabbed in the abdomen by a knife. Just like that, the two people and the knife continued to charge forward together and crashed into a dune.
Such a large dune was instantly shattered, and the next dune was still so fragile, like a firecracker in the hands of a child.
Huang Qing turned his head and saw that person standing still with the knife in his left hand. Further away, where a dune exploded, Grandmaster Copper Man stood up in the sandstorm, and with him, there was also the majestic Heavenly King Dharma Body that was hundreds of feet tall.
Could it be that Grandmaster Copper Man didn't even have time to call out his Dharma Body after that person attacked?
That King of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian, came just like that?
In addition to being shocked, Huang Qing, who caught a glimpse of the strange phenomenon in the sky from the corner of his eye, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if Hsu Fengnian came so quickly, it was still too late.
The great tribulation had arrived.
The seven heavenly thunders were about to fall!
One after another, even if you are an immortal on earth, so what?
There was a rumbling sound.
A bolt of purple heavenly thunder smashed towards Xu Longxiang.
Hsu Fengnian ignored Grandmaster Copper Man and the sword energy approaching, and went straight for the rolling heavenly thunder, swinging his knife.
It was exactly the same as the Azure Dragon Sleeve of the sheepskin old man back then.
It directly shattered that bolt of heavenly thunder.
Huang Qing was dumbfounded. Were these two brothers always so unreasonable when they did things?
That was the great thunder that symbolized the heavenly tribulation.
Did Hsu Fengnian really want to take on all seven heavenly thunders alone?
Back then, the immortal Qi Xuanzhen withstood the heavenly tribulation on the Demon Slaying Platform, but he only withstood six purple thunders.
Hsu Fengnian stood beside Xu Longxiang, reached out and pressed his hand on his brother's head, and said softly, "Huang Man 'er, Father is gone, but as long as Brother is still here, even if the sky falls, it won't be your turn to carry it."
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