The Earth Is My Dantian

A phantom of hundreds of feet, overlooking the world.

In the prime of life, full of vigor and vigor, just like back then.

The old man carrying the sword returned to his youthful appearance, a handsome and handsome swordsman with sharp eyes, and reached out to hold it.

clang!

His long sword, a magic weapon that had been in the dust for forty years, flew towards him in an instant, suddenly enlarged, and was held in his hand.

"Sheng, Thirteen Swords."

The old man with the sword took a step forward, the world shook for a while, and a terrifying force burst out, making the hearts of the onlookers jump out.

He went out with a sword.

Sheng, thirteen swords, the first sword.

The long sword cut through the void and turned into a blue light, lingering with the spirit of martial arts, and accompanied by the sword intent, the space collapsed wherever it passed.

boom!

A loud bang will reverberate between heaven and earth.

Ye Wangye stared coldly, and suddenly his body and the invincible phantom behind him merged into one, like a god made of gold, the whole body was radiant, and the golden blood was soaring to the sky. He stretched out his big hand, slapped the void, and covered the sky and land.

This blow blocked the first strike of Sheng, Thirteen Swords.

The power of this eruption, like a volcanic eruption, rumbled and cut off the way forward, creating chaos.

The old man carrying the sword sublimated to the utmost, fused himself with the fire unicorn, it was extremely terrifying, and now it was another sword.

With this sword, the sword energy spanned for thirty miles, sealing Lord Ye's whole body, and it was cut down with incredible speed.

Clang!

Ye Wangye was like a banished fairy, surpassing the speed limit, his golden body suddenly approached the old man with the sword, and smashed it down with his fist.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the sword was broken by Lord Ye again.

These two encounters were extremely powerful, and many people were caught off guard. They were forced to retreat a long way, watching with wide-eyed eyes. It is extremely rare for the world's top masters to fight.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, Sheng, the third sword of Thirteen Swords came out and touched Ye Wangye's body, but he didn't dodge, his body like a god and demon abruptly caught the sword, but Nothing was hurt, just a white mark was left on the body.

"Your life is nothing more than thirteen swords, these three swords are too ordinary." Lord Ye said coldly.

"These three swords are the swordsmanship that I comprehended in the first half of my life, and I also think it is ordinary. I turned what I learned and realized in the first half of my life into these three swords, and then based on these three swords, I created Sheng, Thirteen Swords. "The voice of the old man carrying the sword resounded through the world.

His body is illusory and unstable, but he cut out with a sword, but separated Yin and Yang.

Life, ten swords after thirteen swords is the key.

The fourth sword, this sword peels away the haze and divides life and death.

This sword contained sentiment, the junction of life and death, which made Ye Wangye's face serious.

"One punch is life and death!" Lord Ye sneered coldly, what he believed in was fists, and he punched them down at this moment.

The yin and yang are separated, the haze is avoided, the long sword is in the air, and the fist is met.

boom!

There was a loud noise, yellow sand filled the air, the ancient road was completely destroyed, and the ground collapsed. Ye Wangye immediately retracted his fist, and there was a hole in it, the size of a child's mouth, which was bleeding continuously.

He was injured, which made Prince Ye look angry: "Since I was injured seventeen years ago, no one has hurt me these years, you damn it."

Boom boom boom!

Lord Ye went berserk and unleashed the Splendid Mountain and River Fist.

He punched out with his fist, and what fell was a mountain and river, a small world. Prince Ye fluttered around like a demon god, trying to suppress the old man with the sword.

A ruthless sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Wangye's mouth, and he slapped hard with his big golden hand, like a sky monument, smashed down hard, the void split open, and black cracks spread.

The eyes of the old man carrying the sword were bright, like two stars, illuminating the entire Huangsha Ancient Road, and making many people unable to open their eyes.

Clang!

Health, Thirteen Swords,

The fifth sword!

This sword slashed fiercely from bottom to top, directly smashing the Splendid Mountains and Rivers under the fist, and then directly hit the big hand like a sky monument, making a loud noise, tearing the big hand apart.

A sword is stronger than a sword.

The old man carrying the sword turned into a raging flame, burning wildly, with an invincible posture, and he came out with a single sword.

His sword cut through life, birth, old age, sickness and death, honor and disgrace, ups and downs, life's ups and downs, all in one sword.

The old man holding the sword has tasted the praises of the world, experienced the warmth and coldness of human feelings, wandered between life and death for ten years, was loved by his parents when he was young, accompanied by his lover in middle age, and accompanied by his grandson in old age. He turned all these into a sword .

This sword cut was not very sharp, but it made Ye Wangye retreat in a hurry, not daring to be stubborn at all.

Sheng, thirteen swords, one sword is more powerful than the other, and the fifth sword is already a long sword that the old man who lifts the sword has realized.

boom!

Even if Lord Ye dodged this sword, he would inevitably be injured. His golden light was scattered, and a huge cut was made in his body. On the abdomen, blood fell and hit the ground, which made the ground burn hot. .

A drop of blood burned a hundred meters of land, this is the terror of Lord Ye.

But at this moment, Lord Ye's face was gloomy and terrifying.

The old man who lifted the sword was so fierce that the onlookers exclaimed. Could this be his perception? It was too terrifying.

The two swords in succession hurt Lord Ye. If this continues, is Lord Ye going to lose?

"Okay, okay, you really have reached this level, let's fight." Ye Wangye grinned grinningly, and struck out again. His golden fist pierced through the sky and hit the old man with a sword who was hundreds of feet in size. A terrifying will burst out. , everyone can feel the biting killing intent.

Health, thirteen swords, sixth sword.

The old man carrying the sword unswervingly displayed his kendo. As soon as his sword came out, the sky and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon shrouded in it, and the community appeared in front of his eyes.

This is the sword of the ordinary, and everyone must return to the ordinary.

No matter how magnificent you are, the prince and emperor, after a hundred years, you should also return to ordinary.

Ordinary is everyone's home.

The sword fell, but Lord Ye roared: "You make me ordinary, it's just a dream."

Ye Wangye's energy boiled all over his body, like a body made of gold, his divine light exploded, and even dyed half of the sky red. He united his mind and punched out a fierce punch.

when! when! when!

Crisp sounds burst out one after another, Ye Wangye shook his life forcefully, with thirteen swords, even if he was injured, he still had to punch the opponent.

In the great horror between life and death, Ye Wangye took the top score, smashing the ordinary sword directly, and punching the old man with the sword hard.

But the old man holding the sword is an illusory body, his body floated away, and immediately gathered in the distance, his face was solemn, and the seventh sword directly slashed out.

He had a body of one hundred feet just now, but now he is only five or sixty feet, and he was broken by Ye Wangye. Facts have proved that he is not stable enough to defeat Ye Wangye.

The seventh sword slashed, burst out the blood of the unicorns, nine virtual unicorns roared angrily, shook the mountains and rivers, swept up the flames, and rushed over at once.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Prince Ye fought with his physical body, his golden palms had innate lines flashing, and he fought against nine unicorns with murderous aura.

Roar! !

At the height of the battle, Lord Ye roared like a thunderbolt, and the nine unicorns scattered with a roar.

"All your means are vulnerable to my absolute strength." Ye Wangye stared coldly at the old man with the sword.