Heavenly Dao Cultivation System

Southland.

Sword Pavilion.

On the martial arts field.

Accompanied by the silent roar of the sitting elder.

The guarding formation of the sword pavilion, like glass, burst open with a crash.

All of the people present changed their complexion greatly, their whole body was cold, desperate to the extreme.

The Domineering Dao among the crowd was also terrified and trembling, his mouth grew, and he was shocked.

but!

Before he could react, the white hands in the void grabbed him directly.

"Asshole!"

"Damn it!"

Tyrant Dao suddenly woke up, "Little beast, he broke my big formation, and still want to capture me alive?"

While roaring fiercely, the Tyrant Sword and Tiger's body shook, and tens of thousands of mind swords immediately wrapped him.

"Rewind, the main pavilion is using the sword's artistic conception!"

"That's right, it's such a powerful sword's artistic conception. Get out of the way quickly so as not to be affected."

"The mood of the pavilion master's sword seems to be much stronger."

......

All the people on the martial arts field retreated violently in an instant, not daring to get too close to the sword, so as not to be affected by the artistic conception of the sword.

After all, Tyrannical Blade is a peerless powerhouse in the Eightfold Peak Realm of God Venerable.

Coupled with the artistic conception of his sword, he has now been promoted to the eighth level, and his power is naturally extremely powerful.

"Little beast, you forced me!"

Looking at the palm that was slowly extending, Tyrant roared with a hideous face.

"go!"

Accompanied by a roar, the tens of thousands of thought swords around the Tyrant Sword burst out in an instant.

Thousands of thought swords covered the sky and covered the sun, and when used in conjunction with the sword of the sword pavilion's return to the ancestors, the power increased by more than ten times.

Hole cards!

The current tyrant no longer dared to despise Su Yan's palm, but used the strongest hole card as soon as he shot it.

The eighth floor of the sword's artistic conception, coupled with the swordsman pavilion's big move at the bottom of the box, return ten thousand swords to the sect!

This is Ba Dao's confidence and confidence.

"Hi, my God, what realm is our Pavilion Master? This combat power is too terrifying."

"Nonsense, the pavilion master can kill the eight or nine layers of the gods, do you think it is powerful?"

"This sword of tens of thousands of minds actually makes me feel suffocated. It's terrible."

......

Seeing Tyrant Sword using the eighth layer of sword intent to return to the sect, all the elders and disciples of the entire sword pavilion were full of emotions and admiration.

In the dense sword net, they felt a breath of death, reaching the depths of their souls.

At this moment.

Only two people were skeptical, looking nervously at the hand of Ba Dao and the white palms.

These two people are naturally Yang Tiankai and Mu Qingya.

The two of them also reacted to the white palms in the void.

Needless to say, this must be Su Yan's masterpiece.

That guy, directly from the southern small world with the palm of his hand, after piercing the void, extended to their sword pavilion, the sword was extremely terrifying.

What's more terrifying is.

He actually used one hand to fight against the pavilion master at such a distance, and he didn't even use the deity.

Is such a rampant approach too self-confident or does it simply not put the pavilion master in his eyes?

Void.

The white palm of his hand is still coming in unhurriedly, and he has no fear at all about the tens of thousands of thought swords that have been shot over.

"Hmph, this time the old man will see how you die!"

Seeing that the white palm of his hand was about to be surrounded and destroyed by the sword net, a grin appeared on Ba Dao's face.

That little beast is really deceiving people too much.

You don't need the deity to fight him. With only one hand, you dare to fight him at such a distance.

Isn't this the old birthday star drinking arsenic, so he has a long life?

The eighth layer of sword intent cooperated with Wan Jian to return to the sect, and Tyrannical Dao was confident enough to believe that the palm that destroyed Su Yan was definitely not a problem.

But the next moment.

When the dense sword net approached Su Yan's palm, it unexpectedly lost the power it should have in the past, and instantly solidified in the void!

"what?"

Ba Dao shook his whole body, the smile on his face completely solidified, and his whole person instantly stiffened on the spot.

The other people on the martial arts field were also dumbfounded, looking at the scene in the void with horror.

At this time, Su Yan's white palms gave a slight pause.

boom!

The white palm of his hand, at this moment, seemed to have become a huge bottomless pit, and it began to crazily devour the sword of the overlord's sword.

Shoo! !

Shoo! !

Shoo! !

Overlord's tens of thousands of mind swords, after freezing for two breaths, unexpectedly began to penetrate into the palm of the white hand and completely disappeared.

Even the swords of thought that hadn't gotten in, were trembling violently.

This sudden scene directly made Tyrant Dao dumbfounded, his eyes violently propped up, and his eyes were full of incredible expressions.

"My sword of thought is actually afraid of him?"

Pa Dao's mind was blank, and he muttered to himself as he shook his head.

"Impossible, it is absolutely impossible.

The artistic conception of the old man's sword is the pinnacle of the eighth level, how could it be better than a palm! "

"It's impossible, I don't believe it."

Seeing that the sword of his own mind had been swallowed by more than half, the tyrant's sword looked like crazy.

The Tyrant at this time, like a mad dog that has not been vaccinated against rabies, growls hysterically.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

A thick unwilling color appeared in the eyes of Tyrant Dao, and his hands flew, once again condensing tens of thousands of swords of thought.

"go!"

All the swords of thoughts, under the control of Wanjian Guizong, surged violently, seeming to annihilate Su Yan's white palms!

Regrettably!

No matter how many Swords of Mind, they were in the same state when they approached Su Yan's palm, and they trembled crazily.

fear!

This is an instinctive fear.

In this state, it was like a kitten that suddenly saw a giant tiger in the forest. The blood of the same level was suppressed, making it tremble.

suddenly!

The white palm of his hand seemed to be angry, and he shook slightly, and the speed of swallowing suddenly increased dozens of times.

Swipe it! !

Swipe it! !

The Sword of Mind that the Tyrant Blade has cast several times in a row, without exception, has been absorbed by Su Yan's palm, and all of them have become the nourishment of the sword field.

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

The domineering sword was mad, and the whole body's true essence was almost drained, once again condensed tens of thousands of sword intent!

Just at this time.

His angry pupils shrank violently, and the tens of thousands of swords of thought that had been displayed solidified beside him.

Because Tyrant felt the terrifying space in front of the palm of his hand, it was a kind of domain power!

"field?"

"field?"

Ba Dao muttered to himself, his pupils suddenly dilated, and suddenly he yelled.

"field!"

"Sword Realm!!"

The Domineering Dao, who had always been calm, yelled without grace at this moment.

"you!!"

"You actually transformed the realm of swords!!"