The moment Chen Beidou appeared, he understood who was opposite him. He was not ignorant, so he couldn't help but tremble at this moment, because it was too excited.

No one can represent the ultimate of swordsmanship better than the one in front of him, although this one is not a major in swordsmanship.

The gods have acquired and innate gods. The one in front of them was the innate god who was born before the universe was opened. Even the Taoist lord and Buddha who passed down from generation to generation were later than this one.

Although he has been an immortal, he is now a god. Looking back on all the secrets, Chen Beidou still has a ridiculous feeling of entering reality.

Of course, the god in front of him is definitely not the real one, and may not even have one billionth of power, and perhaps it is just the remains of that person, who was combined with the sacrificial and refined.

It is precisely because of this that he had the opportunity to peek at that swordsmanship, and even he could feel the immortal sword that had been completely subdued by himself. His excitement and jealousy at this moment, because the gods fused into Chen Lian were holding the Five Elements Divine Sword in his hand.

In the sky, the earth, in the past and the future, there is only one sword that is held by that person, but it is definitely not the Shenlian Five Elements Divine Sword. Even if the gods appearing now are just a little trace left by that person in time.

This is the emotion that comes from the fairy sword.

The Xianxian Sword is no longer as powerful as one in the hands of that person, but as long as he witnesses the slightest shadow of the sword, he will have the opportunity to restore the origin of the Xianxian Sword, so that the sword can follow him and climb to the highest peak of the sword.

What Shenlian and Refining are only the visualized gods, and what they catch is only a drop in the ocean that they have cut off the great way. Although they have unique characteristics, they are still impossible to touch the true power of that great existence.

But it was enough. Even a slight shadow could make him reach a higher realm. At this moment, he could understand it with a divine sense, and in an instant he could feel all the people in the world who were related to him.

Seeing the master Ziling looking at him, seeing his senior sister Gu Caiwei praying in the master's hall, and seeing Chao Xiaoyu playing a sad song on Jimo Peak with a musical instrument similar to Changxiao. He saw Ruoxi sitting on Qianmo and flying towards Zhongshan.

He saw Yanxu and the one on the Ruoshui.

Fang Yanying is in a corner of Zhongshan, looking up here.

He even saw Mr. Su who taught him whether he had the sword energy to produce form or not.

At this time, Mr. Su was in an exquisite room, drawing eyebrows for a graceful woman wearing a red dress with a flame mark on her forehead. Suddenly, she felt something and cut a sword energy into the void.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked.

"It's nothing, it seems that someone is spying on me, maybe I feel wrong." Mr. Su said with a smile.

"It's weird. You can count the numbers that can peek at the Immortal Palace. Those people will not be so rude. If not, I'll see who they are."

Mr. Su held her tenderness and said with a gentle voice: "Forget it, we live here in seclusion just to be in peace with the world. I think it's better not to worry about it and let him go."

"You are like this now, I'm afraid no one will believe that you are the Ziwei Sword Saint in the past."

Chen Lian was noticed by Mr. Su, so he no longer paid attention to it. At the same time, he was really awakened. Only the state of almost omniscient just now, his nature was dimmed a lot.

Imagine that the Taoist Lord, Buddha, can shine through the past and future as soon as the eyes of the Dharma open, and know the future, and know any causes and consequences. It is simply terrifying.

The mind is turning faster than the lightning.

At the same time, the Five Elements Divine Sword in his hand has already started, with a simple stab without any change, any wonderful way, or even light, as if nothing.

With a simple stab, Chen Beidou actually watched the sword tip approaching without any reaction as if he had lost his soul.

It seemed as if this sword was stabbed out, Chen Beidou had the only result of death.

This is not only Chen Beidou's experience, but also the experience of all the Taoist creatures around him at this time. No one expected that Chen Beidou, who had previously completely suppressed the cultivation of the sun, suddenly became stronger and weak.

But Chen Beidou is worthy of being Chen Beidou, and he did not give up at all.

No matter how strong Chen Lian is now, he is just a fox and a tiger power. It is definitely not really that he cannot resist. Even if this sword is like a great way and can run through the stars of the sky, he still cannot be frustrated.

He abandoned all unnecessary thoughts and forgot what situation he was in, only seeing his original heart, not seeing the rest.

Chen Beidou seemed to have broken free from some constraints and broken some shackles. The sound of something breaking seemed to sound in the world.

He finally drew his sword. All his own things, such as divinity, magic body, sword heart, spiritual reaction, etc., instantly merged into one with the immortal sword, and without distinguishing each other, turned into a pure sword light.

Chen Lian's "cut" is simple, while Chen Beidou's counterattack is "pure".

Chen Beidou is not seen in the world, but there is only a flash of crimson, which is not as brilliant as the sky. But no matter who sees this flash of crimson sword light, he will understand the persistence of a sword learner.

He is not sincere to heaven and earth, to ancestors, to believers, but he is absolutely sincere to the swordsmanship and has no other pursuit.

Chen Lian's "cut" was neither fast nor slow, but Chen Beidou's sword light was like a rainbow sutra, intending to cross Chen Lian's sword and directly slash at the god he incarnated.

Then, above Zhongshan, under the night moon in the starry sky, a ball of light shining like the Beidou appeared, bursting out with a loud bang, and a vast white area fell between the sky and the earth, clean, and the aurora was as bright as day.

With white light everywhere in the world, a huge monster poked out from the weak water, with two zigzags on its head and green scales under its neck. It was a dragon that rose from the water, intending to break into the core of the white light.

At this time, a sword roar sounded, and the dragon's horn was cut off, and his howls fell into the weak water.

The endless white light dissipated, and Chen Beidou stepped out of the void, holding the light red Xianxian Sword, his body became more and more transparent. Finally, together with the Xianxian Sword, they all turned into a blood-colored spot of light, disappearing without a trace.

The void began to stitch, and the night sky after the fierce battle was so clear and beautiful that there was no dust.

He really stood on the light boat and had already taken back the seal. He thought he could intervene and finally realized that he was thinking too much.

Qingyin murmured: "Who won?"

He whispered: "I don't know."

"He didn't win." The light boat trembled slightly, causing ripples in the nearby weak water, alarming the waves.

A young Taoist priest in feathered clothes and star crown sat on the side of the coffee table of the light boat, picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth. It seemed that there was a faint starlight all over his body, making his appearance hazy and indescribable.

Qingyin looked at him in a daze, unable to speak.

The young Taoist priest ate the pastry, picked up another crystal clear spiritual fruit, and smiled and said, "Your pastry is too sweet, you can try making some salty next time."
Chapter completed!