The Path Toward Heaven

No matter how fast or slow his speed is, the shadow stays in that position, which makes it very easy.

West King Sun's face was even paler.

He looked back to the side and found that there was nothing and nothing.

It turned out that the man was on it.

West King Sun did not look up.

He suddenly changed direction and flew towards the bottom of the virtual realm, hoping to enter the cloud before the opponent shot.

The shadow did not change, and still followed him, walking on the surface of the white cloud.

Seeing that he was about to leave the virtual realm, the slightly flowing clouds were in front of him, and the Western King Sun seemed to see hope.

He soon discovered that the so-called hope was nothing but vain.

The shadow on the white cloud suddenly spread out and became slender, like a sword.

The sword formed by the shadow left the surface of the clouds and rolled towards the body of the Western King Sun, like a flame beating the soul fire of the Underworld, and like a tongue of a turtle.

West King Sun Li Xiao let out all the real elements in his body, speeding up and wanted to escape from the heavens, regardless of his injury.

But where is there something faster than the shadow between heaven and earth?

Just give the child an oil lamp, he can use his fingers to leave a shadow on the far wall, and then make that shadow move faster than the real sword of Jingyang.

The sword shadow fell on Sun King Sun's body, and then rolled him like a real rope, and lifted him up into the sky.

West King Sun knew that the gap between him and the other party was too great, and gave up his resistance and looked to the sky.

The sky above the imaginary realm has no color, such as transparent glaze, which refracts sunlight and is extremely bright.

There is a dark shadow in the bright world.

Even if the background is a vast expanse of sky.

That figure still seemed extremely tall.

Looking at that figure, West King Sun's will disappeared in the last touch, and he uttered his name like a groan.

"Liu Ci ..."

Then his face showed a self-deprecating and bitter smile.

Not wronged.

Nothing wrong.

There is nothing to disappoint.

The two giants in the heavens successively shot.

Who dares not accept?

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Tianshou Mountain.

The rainstorm took a break.

Pei Yuan has quietly returned to Dongfu, ready to take out the treasure that has been hidden for many years and then leaves.

He thought to himself that he was the host of the criminal court and the brother of the master. Who dare to stop me?

Suddenly there was a news of Jianming among the mountains, summoning all the doormen to go to the temple to discuss things.

Pei Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he didn't want to ignore it, but he felt hesitant when he felt the mountain gate formation that had clearly killed him.

In the end, he didn't dare to break through the mountain gate, gritted his teeth and hid the treasure back in the cave, and returned the sword to the square in front of the palace.

The Wuenmen disciples were very excited, even if they were soaking wet, they were still talking about the previous pictures.

The hall door opened slowly, and Pei Baifa's figure appeared.

Everyone knelt on one knee and saluted loudly: "See the doorkeeper!"

Pei Baifa walked slowly through the thirteen stone steps.

The relief of the fairy crane between the stone steps is more vivid after being washed by rain.

Senran's sword lingered around his body.

His footsteps fell, and there were cracks in the ground.

The sword is gradually converging.

The front of the hall is very quiet.

Not waiting for the doormen to ask questions, Pei Baifa said indifferently: "I want to kill the Sun King Sun."

Everyone knows that it is a big figure of the Xihai Sword School. It is said that he is a younger brother from Jianxi.

The previous sword of the gatekeeper was indeed the supreme supernatural power of heaven, but after you left the gate, would you want to fight against the Xihai sword faction?

They think of this, naturally not afraid to fight the West Sea, but only a little worried about the body of the gatekeeper.

After the battle with the sword god, the eyes of the portal master could no longer be seen.

The outside world never knew it, but they knew it.

The elder asked with some uncertainty: "The thief is dead?"

Pei Baifa did not answer this question and said, "You go to Bailu College and burn it there."

He still didn't tell everyone that the Xihai Sword School's Yuntai was the main altar of Bulao Lin.

Pei Yuan couldn't help but finally asked, "What's the matter?"

Pei Baifa looked at him in the crowd and said, "What do you say?"

He knew that he could not see himself, but Pei Yuan felt a little weird.

"Someone said to me at that time that Tianjin people are virtuous and trustworthy, and they are blind. It's fine to see them."

Pei Baifa said: "I believed his words, went to Bailu College, and then I became a blind man, so what's wrong with me burning it now?"

Because he wanted to burn the White Deer College today because of the previous things, what will happen to that person?

Only half of Pei Baifa's words came, and Pei Yuan ran out of the valley and fled.

Suddenly, a burst of blood burst out.

His right leg fell off his knee neatly, as if he had been cut by a sword.

Pei Baifa looked blankly at him in the distance, his pale eyes exuding a bitter luster.

Pei Yuan shouted in pain, got up from the ground, jumped forward with his left foot, the picture looked a little funny, but more terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, his left ankle broke.

Pei Yuan can't go anymore and can't even jump.

He sat in the pool of blood and cried in despair.

"I never thought my brother would betray himself, even if you have always been so stupid and absurd."

Pei Baifa looked at him expressionlessly and said, "It turns out that I had been blind for many years before I was really blind."

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The little sword flew back from behind the cliff, and the bright mirror-like blade reflected the picture between the cliffs.

Green trees covered with dust, mottled blood stains, pale faces, and more and more cracks in the gown.

Liu Shisui knelt in front of the old scholar, his expression was very sad.

That sword intention destroyed all vitality.

He likes this predecessor very much, because the other party has helped him a lot and has been with him for a long time.

But the old scholar never told his story, and even today Liu Shisui didn't know his surname is Yan.

"If you have any last wishes, please say it. As long as I am alive, I will help you do it."

He looked at the old scholar and said.

The old scholar shook his head.

Liu Shisui was anxious and said, "You are about to die, why don't you say that?"

The old scholar did not answer this question and said, "Someone will know after I die, and then come here to check, you must leave as soon as possible, otherwise there will be danger."

Liu Shisui didn't understand what he meant.

"This pen is for you."

The old scholar handed Guan Chengbi to him, and said with emotion: "Don't show up before this storm completely stops, it's too chaotic in the world."

Guanchengbi is the treasure of Yimaozhai's Zhenzhai.

He just gave Liu Shisui casually.

Liu Shisui took it solemnly.

The old scholar asked: "The last thing I want to know is that before we left here that year, you went to the woods for a small solution, did you go to hide the first sword?"

Liu Shisui said, "Yeah."

"Interesting, I hope Sun Wang will not feel dirty hands."

The old scholar laughed and said, "I have one more sentence. There will be more words for everyone to die."

Liu Shisui cried and said, "I have a lot of words."

"You have a demon fire, which is congenitally hot, so don't be too enthusiastic about doing things in the future, because it is easy to burn yourself."

The old scholar looked at him very seriously and said, "Even if it doesn't burn, it's uncomfortable to be too hot, just like I am now."

He opened the fan and began to fan.

The wind fell on him, blowing off his clothes and body, and flying like gray.

He gradually disappeared.