Mayfly Sword Art! ?

That mysterious and ancient sword intent broke through the darkness of the chaos, broke through the caves of the hermit courtyard, and also broke through the sky above the capital.

On this day, the world shook, and many forces caught this familiar and terrifying aura.

"Mayfly Sword Art!? That man is back?"

On Lingzhao Mountain, in front of Imperial Palace.

Powerful auras shot up into the sky, and the strong men of the older generation came out one after another, feeling the sword intent that permeated the world, and the fear that was once imprinted in the bone marrow flowed back like a tide.

"Impossible...it's absolutely impossible...he's dead, he's dead..."

Ye Miaoxian's face turned pale, and her eyes became terrifying.

She took a step forward, as if about to rush out, and saw clearly the soaring sword light.

A single spark is enough to start a prairie fire, shining brilliantly and shining brightly in the sky,

That bit of fluorescent light rushes out from the chaotic darkness, and finally brightens the sky of Nine Heavens.

"The Mayfly Sword Art...you can't go wrong...this is the man's sword technique..."

"Unparalleled under heaven...Unparalleled under heaven..."

An elder rushed out from the crowd, as if he had lost his mind, roared at the sky, his trembling face was full of fear.

Back then, at the Daoshan League, that man relied on this sword technique to kill all directions and overthrow all enemies.

His master, his junior sister, and even his apprentice... all died under the indiscriminate killing of men, and not even the bones remained.

As for him, he managed to survive by hiding behind his junior sister, pushing the master out at critical moments, and using his apprentice as a shield at a critical moment.

This is a gift from God, allowing his life to continue.

He knew that the reason why he was able to survive was the doting of his master, the admiration of his junior sister, and the respect of his disciples.

He vowed to forget about this horrible past, look up and live well.

But at this moment, when the sword intent of the mayfly shakes the sky.

The memories of the past surged again, turning into lingering fear, completely dominating his body.

"Palace...Palace Master...that is indeed the Mayfly Sword Art..."

Elder Tianxing's face trembled, and he looked at Ye Miaoxian timidly, his cloudy eyes were full of doubts.

Logically speaking, Zhou Xuan was indeed dead.

"It can't be him...how could it be him?" Ye Miaoxian gritted her teeth.

Back then, seven great masters came together in the world-shattering killing game, and it was stronger than that man who would have been smashed with hatred.

How could such a person still be alive?

rumbling...

At this moment, Lingzhao Mountain trembled violently.

The ancient and majestic palace emerged from the void, as if it was made of white bones, there was no light around it, and the long night was accompanied by only bright lights.

This is the forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Palace, and it is also the residence of the strongest.

"God Ye is undefeated!"

Everyone saluted one after another, with piety in their eyes.

"Brother..." Ye Miaoxian hurriedly said.

rumbling...

The door of the night palace slowly opened, and a slender man walked out slowly. His aura was mysterious and unpredictable. Every time he took a step, the world trembled.

God Ye, this man has been in seclusion for fifteen years, and few people have actually seen him.

But everyone knows that God Ye is the strongest existence in Imperial Palace.

"It really is the Mayfly Sword Art." Ye Shen looked at the sky and said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, the entire Imperial Palace was filled with horror.

"Brother..." Ye Miaoxian said eagerly.

"It's a little different, this sword intent is still immature..." Ye Shen whispered.

He and Zhou Xuan had known each other since they were teenagers, and along the way, they fought endlessly, and the Yuan King Fahui only lost one move.

He is most familiar with the mayfly sword art.

"You mean..." Ye Miaoxian's heart trembled slightly, a guess arose in her heart, but she still couldn't believe it.

"He already has a successor... The Mayfly Sword Art is known all over the world."

Ye Shen spoke softly, with a solemn look in his eyes.

…

Montenegro towers, and the sea of ​​clouds churns.

Under the peach blossom tree, a man in a black robe was sitting under the tree drinking.

"Father, look quickly, there is a sword mark."

At this moment, beside him, a chubby little boy suddenly clapped his hands, pointed to the sky and shouted excitedly.

The man in black robe shook the wine jug in his hand, squinting his eyes and looking up at the sky.

"Mayfly Sword Art... Does that kid have any heirs?"

As he spoke, the man in black burped, reeking of alcohol.

"Father, who are you talking about?"

"The one who fought together before...it's a pity...he's already dead."

The black-robed man spoke softly, appearing to be out of interest. He turned his wrist lightly, and the wine in the jug poured out and spilled on the ground.

"The years are always merciless, taking away one after another, the heights are always lonely."

While talking, the man in black robe leaned against the big tree and slowly closed his eyes.

"Father, didn't I accompany you? Why do you feel lonely?"

The chubby little boy rushed over and lay on the black-robed man's body.

The man in black patted the little boy's head and murmured as he watched the supreme sword intent gradually spread in the sky.

"Because of invincibility."

"Hei Emperor...be invincible..."

…

Lost cemetery.

The vast sky seemed to be torn open, the void was shattered, and the scars were hideous, as if they would never heal.

The brilliant sword light supported the heaven and the earth, shining with an indelible luster in the chaotic darkness.

The dense black energy began to be crazily annihilated under this sword light.

"Yuan Wang...your strength..."

The evil lord was shocked, and the only remaining eyes burst into a horrifying death light, as if from the nether purgatory, breaking into the darkness.

hum...

In the darkness, a ray of light flickered, like a firefly at the end of an abyss, drawing a strange trajectory.

"That's...Zhoudao!?" Su Yaoji's eyes widened in surprise.

Suddenly, that strange trajectory was like a sword mark, shattering the void, annihilating the death light that pierced through, and piercing through the body of the evil lord in an instant.

"Mayfly Sword Art...is it really this sword technique!?" Su Yaoji's eyes trembled, she couldn't believe it.

"You know?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help asking.

"This is the rumored swordsmanship. It started at the beginning of the Taoist sect's prosperity, and it is extremely ancient."

"It is said that this sword is the number one sword in the world, it can defeat the strong with the weak, and it is boundless."

"What's the meaning?"

Su Yaoji's expression was solemn, and she only heard it mentioned by Yu Tianhe, the head of the Northern Division, occasionally.

Mayfly Sword Art, this sword technique is extremely strange, it does not have any requirements for the realm.

In other words, even ordinary people can practice it.

However, throughout the ages, there have been very few people who can really comprehend this sword technique.

Weak as a mayfly, you can cut the sky.

This is the way to win in a desperate situation.

A single spark is enough to start a prairie fire.

The fluorescent light in the abyss can also shatter the vast sky and tear apart the eternal earth.

Zhou Dao fused Yuan Wang's magic sword, comprehended the sword intent left by Zhou Xuan, just like that [mayfly]. Bottlenecks disappear.

Heaven and Earth Sword, only this edge is immortal.

"Over the past two thousand years, only the Yuan King of the previous generation has practiced this peerless swordsmanship. How could he..." Su Yaoji lost her voice in shock.

Zhou Dao at this moment is the real terror, and he has the capital to challenge the older generation of strong men in the future.

"Ahhh...Yuan Wang, you dare to hurt me..." The evil lord let out a painful roar.

hum...

In the void, Zhou Dao's figure emerged.

At this moment, he is in a very special state, with fluorescent lights flickering all over his body, flickering on and off, like a firefly mayfly.

"Aren't you arrogant just now? Do you feel superior to being a dog?" Zhou Dao said murderously.

Today, no matter what, he will kill the monster in front of him.

The so-called "evil lord" is a monster born from the fusion of Wu Cangshan and Wu Xuanxin with the power of the ancestors.

Their compatibility with the power of the ancestors is quite high. Throughout the ages, such hosts have been extremely difficult to find, so that they have continuously evolved and derived an unprecedented creature.

If this is not eliminated, it will become a serious disaster in time.

Zhou Dao's figure flickered again, forming a strange trajectory.

hum...

The trajectory was like a sword mark, piercing through the body of the evil lord again, and the terrifying black energy was crazily annihilated under the oppression of the mayfly's sword light.

The rune between the eyebrows of the evil lord also became dull.

"Kill! Heaven and earth are coffins, all evil is immortal."

The evil lord roared in horror, he shot suddenly, the black energy gathered, like a world, merged with the void, and continued to collapse, trying to bury Zhou Dao.

hum...

Mayfly's sword light soared into the sky, easily breaking through the condensed void.

The terrifying trajectory pierced through the evil lord's head.

ah ah ah...

The evil lord let out a shrill scream, as if it came from the Nine Nether Prison.

The rune between his eyebrows suddenly shattered, and the scattered power destroyed the world, as if it wanted to sink even the lost graveyard.

"It's terrible, it's almost invincible." Wang Xiaoyi cried out.

Even though the evil lord had mastered such power, he still had no power to fight back in front of Zhou Dao, and was directly crushed.

Under the three swords, the form and spirit will be violent.

This kind of sword technique is simply terrifying.

"Yuan Wang, you are going to destroy me." The evil lord's body began to crack, and he was like a puddle of flesh, with countless faces, male, female, old and young, screaming crazily.

"nonsense!"

Zhou Dao urged the Hunyuan Gang Qi to envelop the evil lord's remnant body.

It is impossible for Zhou Dao to let him go in such a serious trouble.

rumbling...

Suddenly, in the depths of the lost cemetery, a big hand that had been skinny came out from the void and grabbed the evil lord.

"God Chu, I'll be waiting for you!"

Zhou Dao seemed to have expected all this, the mayfly flew into the air, made a strange trajectory, and slashed towards the big hand.

bang bang bang...

The void shattered, the turbulent flow surged, the big hand trembled violently, and the scarlet blood infected the ground.

At the same time, the trend of Mayfly's sword light continued unabated, engulfing the evil lord.

ah ah ah...

The screams of the evil lord were earth-shattering, echoing in every corner of the lost cemetery.

Suddenly, his voice became smaller and smaller, like a ghostly raving, and finally disappeared invisible.

The brilliant sword light dissipated, and the black energy between the heaven and the earth also disappeared, and the eyes were full of desolation, only the crack in the sky was shocking, and there was no shadow of the evil lord.

"Dead? Just died like this?"

Everyone looked at each other, a little dazed.

The monster born from the fusion of Wu Cangshan and Wu Xuanxin was strangled in the cradle by Zhou Dao at the beginning of his birth.

Even if they have mastered nearly indestructible power, they still can't stop the sharpness of Mayfly Sword Art.

"Among the younger generation, who else can compete with them?" Su Yaoji couldn't help but sigh.

He really saw the horror of King Yuan. This kind of person has revealed his dragon shape and has the qualifications to become the strongest in the world in the distant future.

Among the younger generation, there are really not many who can challenge him.

Like Zhou Dao, once he crosses the Dragon Gate, no one can hold him down except the masters of the Taoist realm, in the sky and on the earth.

hum...

At this moment, in the depths of the lost cemetery, a void space suddenly split open.

God Chu walked out slowly. He was in a very special state. His right hand was sealed with a bright yellow talisman, as if a cloth band was wrapped one after another.

As for the black coffin that Zhou Dao had seen, it disappeared, and the people around him were also gone, as if they remained in that empty space forever.

"Zhou Dao, nice to meet you."

The spatial turbulence receded from God Chu's body, revealing his true face.

"Or, I'm glad to see you again." Chu Shen chuckled.

The world is vast, and Zhou Dao couldn't help feeling astonished when that face came into Zhou Dao's sight.

"Ye Kong!?"

"Long time no see, are you sitting securely in King Yuan's seat?" Chu Shen asked with a smile.

"Zhou Dao, you are very powerful, with strong luck, even those two people couldn't kill you." God Chu stroked his right arm.

"It's a pity, do you think that after so many years of planning for the Imperial Palace, all previous efforts will be wasted because of you?"

God Chu looked at Zhou Dao with ridicule in his eyes.

"You're not him!" Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yuan Wang's Fahui, he indeed beheaded Ye Kong, without any future troubles.

"I am him, and he is me."

Chu Shen whispered: "The Yinyuan once created a supernatural power, which can divide a newborn baby into two, and the two bodies are concentric. It is not only an independent individual, but also a perfect whole..."

A secret was narrated from God Chu's mouth.

He stayed in Imperial Palace, while I entered Zhoutian Xuanzong.

Ye Kong has been trained by Imperial Palace for so many years, and has been absorbing the power of the previous Yuan King.

As for God Chu, he took another path, entering the Xuanzong of Zhou Tian, ​​and how he restrained the power of King Yuan through his cultivation.

To a certain extent, he and Ye Kong are two sides of things, each other's yin and yang.

Now, he is back, he is both the God of Chu and Ye Kong, representing both the Yuan King of the previous generation and the Imperial Palace, taking away the inheritance left by Zhou Xuan.

After the words fell, a ray of mysterious light descended, covering Chu God.

The heaven and the earth seemed to be separated, and the God of Chu rose slowly, as if he was about to leave this place.

Zhou Dao looked up, and at the end of the mysterious light was the Imperial Palace.

"Zhou Dao, we will meet soon, after I digest this legacy." God Chu looked at Zhou Dao indifferently, and said lightly.

"No need, kid, you must die today."

Suddenly, a soft shout came from the imperial edict palace.

The void is wide open~lightnovelpub.net~A beautiful figure came to kill, the power of EMI made the entire lost cemetery tremble.

"The Lord of Imperial Palace!?"

When Ye Miaoxian arrived, she stared at Zhou Dao with disgust in her eyes.

When Shi Yuan Wang was in charge of the mayfly sword art, he deserved to die just because of this.

rumbling...

Ye Miaoxian's jade hand stretched out, like a giant cover, turning the light wheel of life and death, pressing towards Zhou Dao.

"If you dare to touch a single hair of his hair, I will destroy your nine clans in the Linggong Palace!!"

Suddenly, a burst of icy voice resounded between heaven and earth.

Zhou Dao was stunned, the void in front of him floated slowly, like ripples spreading, a familiar figure stepped out and stood in front of him.

"Qin... Aunt Qin..."

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