Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

The moment the sword light appeared, the heaven and the earth reached the sun, and the blazing white light illuminated the radius of thousands of miles.

The people in Heyang City subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the scene in front of them blankly.

The five dark green lights emitted by the Plague Monarch were engulfed in an instant, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, even the great sun in the sky was obscured, and it slashed down at the Plague Monarch not far away.

"This kind of sword intent, Sword Heavenly Monarch?" The Plague Monarch showed a shocked look, facing Pei Ran's sword, a peerless figure from the ancient era subconsciously flashed in his mind.

The sword is the head of a hundred soldiers, not only in mythology, but also in the heavens and all worlds, the sword is also the most used weapon, and there is no one.

In the Dongxuan Great World, of course, there are also masters who use swords, and there are quite a few of them.

In the memory of the Plague Monarch, there was such a peerless sword immortal in the ancient era, who was the great supernatural of the ancient times, and was called the Sword Heavenly Monarch.

His strength is overwhelming, his sword intent is overwhelming, and he is not inferior to the six great heavenly monarchs of the Divine Court.

Just because he is obsessed with kendo and ignores mundane matters, he has not even included his immortal name in the Book of Desolate Gods.

If he was willing, I am afraid that the six Heavenly Monarchs who assisted the Heavenly Emperor in the Ancient Era would become seven.

At the same time, the Heavenly Monarch in the ancient era is an honorific title, which means the lord of heaven and earth, and the king of immortals.

The Ancient Heavenly Court does not only have the six Heavenly Monarchs, but they are the strongest and most famous, and they are also the auxiliary gods of the Heavenly Emperor, so they are collectively called.

The Plague King is also the Great Monarch of the Ancient Era, but he is the Demon Monarch and belongs to the enemy of the Ancient Divine Court.

A long time ago, he had seen Jian Tianjun cut out a sword, and the sword intent of Pei Ran swept across the world, almost dividing heaven and earth, and the impression of that sword was indestructible through the ages.

And today, facing Mo Yu's sword, he subconsciously felt the same feeling.

"The other party's cultivation in the way of the sword has reached the level of the Sword Heavenly Monarch?" this terrifying thought subconsciously appeared in the heart of the plague monarch.

He didn't have time to think about it, because Mo Yu's sword had already arrived in front of him.

Without any hesitation, he shouted angrily, and the three-foot nails above his ten fingers suddenly broke, and the nails glowed with a faint green light.

As the light emerged, the ten armors suddenly merged and turned into a ghostly demon knife.

At the same time as holding the knife, his momentum climbed again, and with a knife slashing out, the gloom appeared, and the energy was annihilated under the sword.

Rumble!

The sky seemed to explode, the ground rumbled and shook, and the plague lord slashed through the sword light.

All the people in Heyang City bowed their heads, and a ravine spread from the city, dividing the city into two halves.

This is still Mo Yu and the Plague King's control of their own strength to the extreme, and the aftermath of the confrontation has not even overflowed a point, otherwise just now, Heyang City will completely collapse, and everyone will be buried.

The sword qi was broken, Mo Yu drank lightly, the figure took off again, and the gaze of the plague monarch was slightly condensed, and he also went higher into the air.

He understood what Mo Yu meant, even if the two of them had mastered their own strength, but when the battle was fierce, it was difficult for anyone to guarantee that it would not affect the living beings in Heyang City.

He naturally doesn't care about the life and death of Heyang City, but he also keeps these people useful, and even the existence of these people is one of his hole cards, so he naturally won't destroy his foundation.

The two of them have entered the sky thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, Mo Yu is standing in the clouds, holding a sword in his right hand and carrying it in his left hand.

He chuckled: "Plague King, if you only have such means, it will be difficult for you to survive today. "

The plague monarch snorted coldly, and also stood on a cloud, as his feet fell, a white cloud quickly turned into a dark cloud, and he sneered: "This monarch has been in the wilderness for countless years, what a battle has not been seen, you should worry about yourself first, the knife in the hand of this monarch is not long-sighted." "

Just as the two were talking, in Heyang City below, Su Mu looked up and could only see the two of them in the clouds.

At this moment, a figure in the farther part of the city quickly swept by, and beside him, it was an old man of about fifty, wearing a blue robe.

When Su Mu saw this person, he hurriedly saluted: "City Lord." "

The person who came was none other than the Lord of Heyang City, an inner gate elder of the Three Rivers Sect, who had the cultivation of the Eight Heavens on the outside.

He waved his hand and said: "I am generally clear about the situation here, I didn't expect Qihuang Tianjun to be the source of this plague, but it's a pity that the old man's cultivation is lowly and can't help." I have ordered the Great Array to be fully deployed, hoping to preserve the safety of Heyang City. "

As he spoke, a formation light rose from the city wall of Heyang, turning into an invisible shield that enveloped the entire city.

This is the protective array of Heyang City, which was personally laid by the Three Rivers Sect, and can withstand the attacks of the powerhouses of the Cave Heaven Realm.

It's just that he can't say whether the two of them can be effective in the face of Plague Jun and Mo Yu.

At the same time as the light of the formation rose, the two on the clouds clashed again.

The Pure Yang Sword in Mo Yu's hand was raised, and his gaze became fierce in an instant, as if his eyes had also turned into a sharp sword.

In the next moment, the Pure Yang Sword slashed down, this time, the sword qi was no longer sharp, but a leisurely sword light fell, like a spring breeze, with an endless meaning.

But it was this sword that made the plague king's face change.

His eyes reflected this sword light, and he saw a clear interpretation of the world in the sword light.

There is a high-rise building that reaches the sky, the figures on the upper floor are scattered, there are immortals strolling, and they raise their glasses to the moon.

He counted lightly, no more and no less, exactly twelve weights.

White Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor;

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized.

In a trance, the plague monarch seemed to be in Baiyujing, chatting and laughing with the immortals of the past, discussing the Tao with the ancient and modern sages, and talking happily and endlessly.

The next moment, his eyes froze: "Not good!"

He was worthy of being the Ancient Demon Monarch, and he reacted at the most critical moment, the wind-like sword qi was already approaching, he roared, and the Netherworld Blade in his hand slashed out again.

"Demon Saint Seven Absolute Slash!"

The sword mangs turned seven times in an instant, deducing the transformation of life and death, slashing the sword light at the last moment, everything was silent, the building in the sword collapsed, and the gentle sword intent dissipated inch by inch.

But this did not mean that the plague king was not injured, he snorted lightly, only to feel the breeze blowing on his face, and his footsteps took three steps back on the clouds.

The face, arms, and body all appeared with sword marks at the same time, a total of twelve, and demon blood overflowed.

He gasped for breath, glad in his heart, just a little bit, he was lost in the other party's sword intent, it was too terrifying.

However, before he could catch his breath, the heavens and the earth heard the sound of the sword again, and he instantly raised his head, only to see a slender sword qi breaking through the air.

This sword qi is slender to the extreme, and it has also been condensed to the extreme, everything in the world is extremely fragile in front of this sword, and nothing can stop this sword.

The sword qi passed, and the space was silently divided, and even the space itself could not withstand this sword light.

"One sword breaks ten thousand laws! It is one sword that breaks ten thousand laws, impossible!"

At this moment, the plague monarch only felt that his scalp was numb, and his exclamation was extremely sharp.

In the distance, Mo Yu gently withdrew the Pure Yang Sword behind his back, showing that the wind was light.

The sword of the twelfth floor and even the sword of softness, like a spring breeze, kills people invisibly.

And this sword is the most rigid sword, a thousand avenues, all kinds of wonderful methods, I will break it with one sword.

From soft to rigid, you can transform at will.

This is Lu Dongbin, this is the number one sword immortal in the world!