The Path Toward Heaven

When the sword light enters anything, it can cut off the connection between all the details in the thing, in other words, shredding.

Logically, the moment that sword light left Bai Zhenren's body, she should have become a shard and died.

But such a thing did not happen, because at the moment when the sword light entered her palm, an extremely bright golden gleam lit in the depths of her eyes.

The sword light seemed to meet some kind of barrier in her body, and finally only penetrated her arm, bringing out the rain-blooded blood.

Bai Zhenren turned like a cloud, drifted into the blood rain, and disappeared.

It seems that she actually used the last master , so that she avoided the killing.

Just before she disappeared, the sun illuminated her face, and she could vaguely see some different places.

The sword light broke through the waves and returned to Tongtianjing, showing Jing Jiu's figure.

He looked to the southeast, a flash of Jianmang flashed in his eyes, saw the looming breath fluctuate in the sunlight, and turned into Jianguang again.

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Whether it is Jing Jiu, who is an incarnation of Jianguang, or Bai Zhenren, who holds the Xianlu, he is the most extreme combat force in this world.

Unless the White Blade Fairy is resurrected, or Xue Ji comes back, no one can find such a strong person in the world, even Cao Yuan will not work.

Only they are eligible to chase each other. In fact, they also successfully wounded the opponent once in a very short time, but they do not know who will win the final victory.

Bai Zhenren escapes into the world, Jianguang chases away, and the East China Sea is quiet again.

The breeze blew, the green curtain fluttered, and then split into countless pieces, exposing the face of the man in the sedan chair.

Lord Shui Yuean looked at an ordinary young girl.

At this time, her face was pale, blood on the corners of her lips, in order to catch Bai Zhenren's palm, she should have been seriously injured.

Only in this way can we find a first-line opportunity to attack Bai Jinren.

In the early morning, that sword light looked for Baizhen people in the world, and once stayed on the East China Sea for a moment.

At that time, Tong Yan set up this sneak attack plan for Jing Jiu.

After that, Jing Jiu returned to Yunmeng Mountain to hear Qilin's words, went to Wu En Men, and was successfully attacked by Bai Zhenren.

Tong Yan looked at the heavily damaged Qinglian Xiaojiao and asked, "Is Lord Nuan okay?"

Lord Shui Yuean looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you know that your reputation in spiritual practice is not so good?"

Tong Yan calmly said: "I know."

He was once a genius disciple of the Zhongzhou faction, but suddenly he betrayed the mountain gate and disappeared without a trace.

It was not until these years that the practitioners realized that he had turned to Qingshan Sect.

But these are actually not important. For big figures like Lord Shui Yue'an, Tong Yan is unpleasant, and even latent.

For example, when Bai Zhenren fell from the sky before, his pale face and helpless eyes ...

"What's it like to cheat on your former master?" Lord Shui Yue'an asked with some emotions.

Tong Yan thought about it and said nothing.

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The tomb of the former dynasty was in the deepest part of Tianshou Mountain. When Tianguang came here through the dozen or so holes that Jingjiu had broken, it had become very dim.

The white jade coffin has turned into snow dust.

A handsome, middle-aged man of extraordinary looks looked at the slightly cracked turtle shell in his hand and gave a meaningless sigh.

He looked like a scholar admiring the snow and preparing to sing a poem.

But the bright yellow royal robe, the faint majesty and the real imperial emanation from the nature all show that his true identity is by no means so simple.

He is Emperor Xiao.

Descendants of the former dynasty.

The real murderer of the turmoil hundreds of years ago.

The last sword evader in Chaotian mainland.

He also has a companion who is a real person of Taiping, and can also be said to be a military division.

Taking the heaven and earth as the furnace, the world will be wiped out. This is the bureau jointly established by Taiping and the real people.

This game seems to be grand and rough, but it is very fine. He spent more than a hundred years at Daze before finalizing all the details.

However, the real person of Taiping still died in the hidden peak of Qingshan Mountain.

Seeing that hundreds of years of painstaking efforts had turned into a bubble, Bai Zhenren appeared.

"I am not alone."

Emperor Xiao sighed and walked out of the tomb.

Countless imperial spirits also dispersed outside the mausoleum, slightly driving his emperor's robe, followed by a cold wind.

How can I not be emotional?

Buried here is his ancestors.

Came outside the main temple of the tomb, Emperor Xiao looked back at the plaque on the temple and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Wuenmen dare to use the tomb of the ancestor as a mountain gate, then it should be destroyed.

Hundreds of years ago, he launched his first revenge on the whole world here.

He failed that time.

Will it fail this time?

"who are you?"

A sound rang beneath the stone steps.

Emperor Xiao turned and looked.

A young man stood under a tree, his face was ordinary, and so was his breath.

The light and shadow of the skylight cut by the leaves fell on his face, instead of adding a semi-mysterious feeling, it seemed a little funny.

The young man wore a sacred suit without a grace, and a sword was tied around his waist. Without the unity of the sword, the state would certainly not be high.

Emperor Xiao led Bai Zhenren into Tianshou Mountain, and Jing Jiu rushed in directly. In addition, the tomb was torn and the emperor blew out.

Elders and disciples who want to come to Wuenmen should wake up one after another and leave the closed cave house.

It's just that I don't know why, this lowly young disciple came here first.

"It has been a pity that the mountain has been sealed for a hundred years, and there is still no glimmer of sky."

Emperor Xiao looked at this young disciple without compassion and said with emotion: "You have to say that heaven and earth are indeed fair, you insist that heaven and earth are gracious, then you blame heaven and earth for mercy."

At that time, Pei Baifa was killed by Xihai Jianshen, and Wu En Men had no heaven and earth, so he closed the mountain.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the endless Fengshan Mountain still has not ended. This only shows that they have not yet ushered in a strong man in heaven.

In this case, Emperor Xiao naturally would not have any worries. He walked down the stone steps and walked out of the mountain without looking at the young disciple under the tree.

"We did seal the mountain for a hundred years, but that doesn't mean we can be humiliated."

The young Wuenmen disciple untied the sword tied around his waist and watched his voice tremble.

His action of undoing the sword is a little clumsy, very unskilled, and obviously has no experience fighting people.

Emperor Xiao stopped and looked at the young man under the tree, and said with a smile: "Little fellow, are you going to stab me with this sword?"

No matter how many sword flowers can be saved and how many moves can be performed by holding the sword by hand, that is the category of mortals.

The unfaithful disciple was a little nervous.

More than a hundred years ago, he was a very common young boy in Yujun. He was discovered by a fairy master that his talent was quite good, and he brought Tianshou Mountain.

Who would have thought that he had just entered the mountain gate and got a set of clothes and a sword and an introductory sword scripture, and Zongmen had many great events in succession.

Suddenly, the master went out, then Master died without knowing how, then ... the master also died, and then the mountain was sealed.

Master's position in the mountain gate is very high, but to be honest, his temperament is really bad, so he is not too sad about Master's death, more is at a loss.

What made him even more puzzled was that after Zongmen closed the mountain, the elders and the brothers went to their respective Dongfu retreats, but no one ignored him.

Only then did he vaguely realize that Master's death might not be so glorious.

In fact, before Feng Shan, he had one last chance to leave, but he did not know why he stayed.

Without his own cave house, he lived in the duty room next to the main hall. Fortunately, there are a lot of things like goblins, spars and so on. There is no need to worry about being starved to death, and no need to worry about practice ... the real The problem is that he does not know how to practice.

He has only one set of clothes, a sword and an introductory sword.

So he took the sword and practiced it for more than 100 years against the introductory sword.

As for the set of clothes, after they were washed by him, they were collected very carefully.

Until today, he was awakened by the movements in the mausoleum, knowing that the enemy was coming, he re-dressed the suit and fastened the sword to the front hall.

He has seen the British capital flying with the same gate Yujian, knowing that his state is very low, even if he comes to know, even if he has practiced for more than a thousand years, he can go where he is.

But at this time, the teacher and fellow students had not yet woken up. He was the only one, and he had to stand up.

After Emperor Xiao said that, he continued to walk outside the mountain.

He could fly at this time, but he did n’t know why he had to leave, maybe he wanted to see if the young disciple of Engagement did n’t dare to draw his sword?

The Wuenmen disciple swallowed nervously, rushed towards Emperor Xiao while holding the sword.

Emperor Xiao saw a very strange picture in Yu Guang's eyes, and his pupils could not help shrinking.

The disciple who had no mercy had clearly moved, but it seemed to be standing still.

Only his figure moved.

In other words, the disciple who had no mercy was too fast, and brought out a residual image in the shade!

There was a soft sound.

The sword penetrated the side of Emperor Xiao's abdomen, and then emerged from the other side.

Blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword, dyeing the bright yellow robe slightly red.

Emperor Xiao frowned slightly, not knowing whether it was pain or thinking.

"who are you?"

He looked at the young unfaithful disciple and asked with incredible emotion.

"I ... I don't know."

The disciple of the Wu En Men was very confused, and it seemed more incredible than Emperor Xiao.

I just exhibited the first form in the Introductory Sword Classic, how did I poke into this person's body?

I don't know if it is too unbelievable, or that the picture in front of him is fake. He unconsciously pulled out the sword.

Emperor Xiao slowly sat on the ground, watching the sword wound on his body and sighed, and bowed his head weakly.

A yin wind blew out from the main hall and fell on the disciple of the unfaithful.

All he could hear was a loud noise, and his clothes suddenly split open into countless tapes, which hung like this.

After more than a hundred years, this dress has spoiled even if it is placed carefully.

On the contrary, the sword in his hand has been sharpened for more than a hundred years and has become much thinner, but it is extremely sharp.

No matter how sharp the sword is, it is impossible to kill a person like Emperor Xiao. What killed him was the sword intention of this disciple who was not gracious.

For more than a hundred years, this disciple without enmity practiced the introductory sword sutra over and over. When it comes to the simplicity of sword meaning, even Jing Jiu is not as good as him.

The power of time proves its greatness in different directions.

The Wu En Men disciple carried the sword and looked at Emperor Xiao sitting on the ground, feeling very at a loss, thinking who this man was?Was it one of those former emperors in the mausoleum, who had been kept in a filthy atmosphere for thousands of years, and turned into a corpse?Otherwise how could the movement be so stiff and so slow?

The wind brought a piece of cloth on his shoulder and gently touched Emperor Xiao's body.

A clatter.

Emperor Xiao then dispersed, and the bright yellow dragon robe shattered into countless pieces of cloth, and fell into the yellow leaves of the mountains. After being rolled by the autumn wind, he could no longer separate each other.