Seeking the Flying Sword Path

Qin Yun's anxious move was the strongest sword move he had just mastered, the sixth form of the Rumeng Sword 'First Saw Thunderbolt', this move was like spring rain, very gentle and restrained in power.

call.

A wisp of smoke and rain ran through the chaotic battlefield in a flash, and many top powers in the primordial spirit realm three heavens on the battlefield were vying for treasures.

"Brother Yu Daoist, it's still my game, I'll leave these to me." A young man in Taoist robes with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks repelled a Taoist practitioner, and when he stretched out his hand in mid-air, five pillars of misty air condensed, and these five pillars of air directly Grab the pile of treasures flying close. But at this time, Qin Yun's 'Misty Rain Sword' flew by! In order to save his son Meng Huan, Qin Yun controlled the Misty Rain Sword to kill him at the shortest distance.

"Want to snatch my treasure?" Seeing this, the Taoist robe youth's expression changed.

If a strange and strong man uses a magic weapon to get close, especially if his own treasure is about to be obtained, everyone will think that he is here to snatch the treasure.

Although the power of Qin Yun's flying sword was restrained, the Taoist-robed youth still felt a faint sense of threat, so naturally he didn't dare to neglect it.

"go."

While he was distracted from grabbing the treasure, he waved the whisk in his right hand.

call.

The thousands of silk threads of the whisk immediately surged across the sky, and many silk threads roared to block the smoke and rain flying sword. The young man in the Taoist robe with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was quite confident: "My whisk is a spiritual treasure. It has been refined for thousands of years. What I am best at is winding Enemy, stop enemy."

"Huh?" Qin Yun, who rushed out following the flying, saw this scene, his eyes flashed sharply. The demon god in the distance was dealing with Meng Huan and the others, and this person still blocked his magic weapon, the flying sword?

"break!"

Qin Yun's mind moved.

The wisp of misty rain, which seemed gentle at first, suddenly exploded with power, and a low "boom" exploded, causing the hearts of the third-level primordial spirits present to tremble slightly, and huge hideous wounds appeared in that void. The power of the attack can also be seen from the degree of tearing the void. The power of Qin Yunfei's sword made the young man in the Taoist robe with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks change his face.

With that bang, thousands of dust whisks were blown to pieces.

A large number of silk threads flew back quickly, and flew back into the whisk.

"What a terrifying flying sword! I'm afraid its strength is comparable to that of a celestial being. Why did such a master suddenly appear here?" The young man in a Taoist robe with a sharp mouth and cheeks was stunned. Is it? Such strength should be at the forefront."

The ones closest to the pagoda are the strongest ones.

The closer you are, the easier it is to grab treasures.

"It's a big deal, just let him?" The Taoist robed youth was unwilling to compete with this mysterious master.

call out.

Just when he had this thought, the wisp of smoke and rain that smashed the silk thread of the whisk flew far away, flying towards the direction of Meng Huan in the distance.

The Taoist robed youth was slightly taken aback when he saw this, and he fully understood at this moment: "It turns out that they didn't come to snatch my treasure at all."

...

Qin Yun manipulated his natal flying sword 'Yanyu Sword' across the battlefield, and easily defeated the silk thread of the dust whisk. The power and influence were secretly remembered by some strong people present.

It's just that this wisp of misty rain... didn't rush towards the most central pagoda, but rushed towards the far edge.

"Um?"

"What's going on?" Some third heavens in the Primordial Spirit Realm saw the Misty Rain Sword flying towards them, and they would rather avoid it without enough treasures to attract them. They all vaguely judged the strength of the master of the flying sword.

The Misty Rain Sword did indeed pass by them quickly without attacking them.

"Why does this flying sword keep flying towards the edge?"

"Who does it want to attack?"

Doubts one by one.

Of course, the thoughts of this group of strong men all passed by in a flash, and the flying sword had already reached the real target on the edge.

"We won't argue with him anymore, let him." The woman in Tsing Yi, the skinny man, and Meng Huan, all three of them had pale faces and blood on the corners of their mouths. The woman in Tsing Yi quickly made a decision to give up that wave of treasures!

"I hope this demon god won't get entangled with us after taking the treasure."

Meng Huan and the others thought so.

They wanted to stay longer in the Ancient Yu Realm so that they could get more treasures.

Let's give up on this wave of treasures for now. It is better for the three of them who are always forced to use the big teleport to leave.

"Hahaha." The huge palm of the burly demon god finally grabbed the treasure in mid-air, and with the other hand, he grabbed the long stick and slashed down, mercilessly continuing to chop at Meng Huan and the three of them, "You three Who dares to fight with me?"

Firstly, he was upset that Meng Huan and the others dared to pester them, and secondly, because the demon god lineage and the Taoist school were used to fighting, he would naturally not show mercy when given the chance.

"I won't leave after I got the treasure!" The woman in Tsing Yi, Meng Huan and the others were all in a hurry.

"Just give up like this? Leave Guyu Realm?" Meng Huan said silently, "But the treasures I collected are not enough to ask the Eyeless Old Man for help. Without the help of the Eyeless Old Man, when will I find my father?"

suddenly--

"Um?"

The stick that was originally aimed at them whizzed around and blocked the burly demon god. The burly demon god no longer had the arrogance before, but was extremely solemn.

"It turned out to be shooting at me?" The burly demon god had secretly noticed the terrifying flying sword a long time ago, who would have thought that the flying sword would come straight to him.

Holding the long stick with both hands, it was like stirring the sea, trying to unload the flying sword aside.

"Boom."

But the moment the flying sword collided with the long stick, it was as if a huge world hit the long stick, and this burly demon god couldn't relieve his strength at all! Accompanied by a deep explosion, the void was torn apart, and the huge body of the burly demon god couldn't help but staggered back more than ten steps in the void, but the misty rain flying sword flashed and disappeared into the void.

call out!

When it reappeared, it was behind the burly Demon God.

The fourth form of Rumeng Sword - Yin and Qing rounds! Ever since Qin Yun's swordsmanship reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm, his previous sword moves have naturally undergone transformations, becoming more complete and mysterious, more powerful, and easier and more natural to use.

"Stick method—splashing wind!" A long stick in the hand of this burly demon god instantly turned into a gust of wind, howling and enveloping his whole body. He is also the peak demon god of the third heaven, so naturally he is not easy to provoke.

Puff puff! ! !

The Misty Rain sword was haunted, attacking from all directions, even though the burly demon god tried his best to stop him, there were still big wounds on his body, dripping with blood. This is because his body is extremely strong... If his body is weaker, he might be killed with a single strike.

"freeze."

Qin Yun is also flying closer and closer at this moment.

Misty Rain's sword moves changed.

The third form of Rumeng Sword - bright moon and cool night.

This move can freeze the void, and it can also freeze the flesh of living beings. The more skillful Qin Yun's control over the void became, the deeper and unfathomable this move will become. The burly Demon God can clearly feel that the blood in the blood vessels in his body is beginning to freeze. The blood flow slowed down, ice crystals formed in the muscles and bones, and the speed of the whole body began to drop sharply.

"Kill." Follow Misty Rain Sword and change again!

From the bright moon and the cool night, it immediately turned into the strongest - the first sight of the thunderbolt.

Like a breeze, like a drizzle.

The flying sword directly charged towards the chest of the burly demon god.

"Not good." Although the speed of the burly demon god began to pick up immediately, the flying sword came too fast and went straight to the vitals of his chest. After a slow beat, he could only give up the long stick in his hand, and blocked his chest with both hands at the same time. His palms are also comparable to some first-grade magic weapons.

However, it seems like a gentle sword.

But there was a bang.

His hands exploded, dripping with blood, and the burly demon god flew upside down. But at least his chest is intact, but his hands are too badly injured, and now a large amount of flesh and blood are constantly growing and growing rapidly.

"What." The many Primordial Spirit Realm people who were paying attention here were secretly surprised, and seriously injured a third-level demon god with just a dozen or so moves? This is the strength of the gods and demons!

And Qin Yun had already flown close, looked at the burly demon god coldly, waved his hand, and the sword energy swept across the long red copper stick and pulled it towards him.

"Who is he?" The woman in Tsing Yi looked at Qin Yun's appearance and was a little puzzled, "It looks like a mortal sword fairy, but its strength is comparable to that of a celestial being. I brighten the world, when will such a terrifying mortal sword appear? Immortal?"

"It must be a reincarnated celestial being." The skinny man looked at Qin Yun, but was quite excited.

Meng Huan stared blankly at the figure.

That figure that he is very familiar with, he is too familiar, it is this figure that taught him to grow up, taught him how to practice swords hand in hand, every morning, every evening, no matter the wind and rain, no matter the cold winter... this figure is always Teach him patiently, lead him step by step, and embark on the path of a swordsman.

This figure is his most admired father.

His father is number one in the world, a peerless swordsman unprecedented in history, he has broken the void and soared in the sky after decades of practice, and his talent is ten times and a hundred times that of himself.

"Father?" Meng Huan murmured as he looked at the figure.

He couldn't believe it.

The father he had longed to see for so long appeared in front of him.

——

The second chapter is estimated to be updated before 12 o'clock.