Heavenly Dao Cultivation System

The first thousand two hundred and six chapters shocking sword intent! !

Southland.

The seat of the imperial capital.

Sword slave field.

Just when Guitian grabbed Mu Qingya, a figure that shook the sky and the earth suddenly appeared in the void.

"Naughty animal, you are looking for death."

When the figure appeared, the deafening roar resounded throughout the world.

This is a golden statue!

The master of the law is the contemporary master of the sword pavilion, the overlord sword of the seven-fold peak realm of the gods!

"Huh, just a mere discovery, can you stop the old man from failing?"

The movement in Guitian's hand was slightly stagnant, and after a cold snort, he continued to grasp Mu Qingya.

Not to mention that only the golden body form of the Tyrant Sword appeared, even if the deity of the Tyrant Sword came, it was no easy task to kill him Ghost Heaven.

but! !

Just when his big hand was about to touch Mu Qingya.

Wow!

A figure suddenly burst from Mu Qingya's body, and slammed into the big hand of Guitian!

"Clone?"

Guitian was slightly taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qingya was carrying a clone of the Domineering Sword on Mu Qingya's body.

Afterwards, Guitian's eyes lit up, and he said ecstatically, "So courageous, how dare to release the clone, wait for the old man to catch you, and then study your avenue!"

At the moment of speaking, the clone that burst from Mu Qingya's body finally ran into Guitian's big hand.

At this moment, the Golden Body Faxiang in the void stared.

Shoo! !

Shoo! !

Shoo! !

Countless small swords of real and imaginary suddenly appeared around the clone, piercing the big hand of Guitian like lightning.

When the virtual and real small sword appeared, there was a surge of sword intent, which in vain overwhelmed the world and enveloped the entire competition arena!

"No, this is the artistic conception of sword!"

Perceiving the artistic conception of Tyrant Sword's sword, Guitian's face changed drastically, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The artistic conception of the sword of the tyrant gave him a very dangerous feeling.

However, he wanted to withdraw his palm now, it was too late.

next moment.

Countless small swords with virtual and real handles touched the big hand of Guitian, and it pierced Guitian's palm without any effort, just like cutting tofu.

"What a powerful sword intent!"

Guitian trembled in fear, and retracted his palm like lightning.

After the palm of his hand was withdrawn, dense sword holes had appeared on it, and golden blood was constantly pouring out of it.

The innocent ghost is surging, and he wants to grow the sword hole in his palm again.

but!

The scene that made him shocked was born.

I saw that no matter how he used his true essence, the sword hole in his palm still existed, and it just couldn't be filled.

The golden blood surged violently, and the wound caused by the sword intent on him could not be healed in a short time.

This is a bit scary!

To know.

Not to mention being an invincible powerhouse in the realm of gods, even a supreme warrior can regenerate a broken arm.

But now.

The sword hole created by the Overlord Blade could not be cured at all. It would cost a huge price to restore it to its original state.

On the ring.

The doppelganger's clone has been collected by his golden body technique, leaving only Mu Qingya standing on the ring, looking at the ghost sky not far away with a cold face!

Just now, she had already walked away from the ghost gate.

If you didn't carry your father's clone on your body, now I am afraid that the fragrance will disappear!

Void.

Guitian looked sullenly at the golden figure of Tyrannical Dao, thinking quickly in his heart whether he should continue to make a move.

If he shoots again, after taking precautions, even if Tyrannical Dao understands the artistic conception of the sword, it will not be easy to hurt himself again.

The problem is, the risk of doing so is also great.

After all, he has never played against a **** who has understood the artistic conception of the sword. If the opponent has any powerful cards, then the gain is not worth the loss.

Although he is arrogant, he is also thunderous in understanding the legend of sword intent.

It is said.

A genius who understands the artistic conception of swords can easily leapfrog challenges and even kill opponents.

but!

A golden body with a tyrant sword, shouldn't it kill oneself, right?

Thinking of this, Guitian sneered and looked at the golden body in the void with disdain.

"Badao, do you think you can restrain my ghost heaven with only your Dharma image?"

While speaking, Guitian's true essence surged, and a powerful aura swept out, once again locked on Mu Qingya in the ring.

"You can try!"

Tyrant Dao had no expression on his face, and said calmly, "You Ghost Underworld Sect will perish because of you!"

"Oh?"

Guitian's heart was gloomy, and he said grimly, "In that case, try it!"

boom!

Guitian's figure shook, he appeared on the ring in an instant, and grabbed Mu Qingya in front of him.

"you wanna die!"

With a roar of the golden body technique of the Tyrant Blade, he swooped down from the void, shaking the sky and shooting towards the ghost sky.

"Hahaha, Overlord, if your deity is here, the old man may still be afraid of one or two."

"But now, you are still far away."

As he spoke, Guitian's right palm covered him, preparing to buckle Mu Qingya's Tianling cover and forcibly kill it!

"what!!"

"Mu Qingya is over!"

......

Seeing the black air of Guitian bombarding down, countless people exclaimed.

There were some timid people who didn't even dare to look at Mu Qingya again, for fear that they would see the **** and brutal scene, and could not help having nightmares.

Above the Observation Building of the Great Dome Empire.

Bai Qi's complexion changed drastically.

He didn't expect that Guitian really dared to kill Mu Qingya, and now it was too late for him to stop it.

Countless people's eyes widened, even Mu Qingya's face was pale.

Her delicate body trembled fiercely, trying to escape the attack range of the big hand, but found that she could not move at all, she had been locked by Guitian.

"Father, the daughter tried her best."

Mu Qingya closed her eyes in despair, her father's deity is not there, no one can stop the powerful Guitian.

When she was dying, Mu Qingya looked at a certain place reluctantly.

There is a palace in the sky, and there is a figure that makes her dream!

Seeing himself dying with his own eyes, his hatred should be resolved, right?

However, even if it can't be resolved, it has nothing to do with me.

Mu Qingya smiled miserably, feeling relieved. Perhaps this ending was what she wanted.

After all, it was really too painful to live between him, his father, and the grievances of the sword sect, she could not hold on any longer.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingya smiled and closed her eyes, waiting for death to come.

Ok?

After a long time.

Mu Qingya was surprised to find.

He was still standing on the ring intact, and the fierce hand above his head was slow to fall!

next moment.

When Mu Qingya opened her eyes, Guitian's palm was close at hand.

The weird thing is.

A thick black air lingers and rises, no matter how Guitian struggles, his big hand can't touch his body!