Buzz——
That should be the sound made by the sword.
Although it was an ordinary sword cry, it did not resound through the sky, nor was it deafening, but quietly appeared in everyone's heart.
…
The old monk who was sitting far away on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain rarely opened his eyes.
He didn't say anything, but he saw many green shoots emerging from the gaps in the floor around him, swinging regularly.
The grass futon I sat on also sprouted new green leaves.
Wanfo Mountain is called Wanfo Mountain because there are ten thousand golden Buddhas enshrined on the mountain. Each golden Buddha has its own palace to burn incense and worship.
At this time, the ten thousand golden Buddhas also opened their eyes together with the old monk.
…
The figure on the top of Longhu Mountain turned her head in a rare move. Her eyes crossed the barrier of thousands of miles and looked at the man who drew the sword.
As his eyes moved, it seemed as if the time and space at this moment overlapped with the past at that moment.
It's still a familiar sword move, and it's still as stunning as when the sword is drawn.
It's just that the person who drew the sword is no longer him, but a descendant who has been separated for three hundred years since he founded the sect.
She didn't speak, just watched intently.
I don’t know how long it took, but how far into the sky my mind drifted, like a kite with its string cut off, never to look back.
She curled her mouth and showed a silly smile.
Just like when we first met.
The scenery on Longhu Mountain is beautiful, but I am really tired of it after watching it for three hundred years.
…
The sleepy old man on Kunlong Mountain turned over and sat up again.
The three people next to him were still complaining, but he just flicked his sleeves, and the three people who were originally different disappeared at the same time, as if they had never existed.
The old man stood up tremblingly.
The four-color chess pieces in front of him slowly faded away from their original colors, and in the end only a large empty chessboard remained.
The world is a chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces.
"Oh, it's still the case after all. In the end, I missed a move..."
Hong Huanglan stood up straight and looked at the sky, but he didn't know what he was looking at.
My chess skills are really not good. Even though I have foreseen every move, I still inevitably end up with the outcome that others have prepared.
"Ancestor, what do you want Xiaosi to do?"
He asked, but no one could answer him.
…
Hearing the sound of the sword, the originally menacing monster immediately turned around and ran away.
Why run? have no idea!
But if he didn't run, he would probably die... No, not 80%, but 100%, it was almost certain that he would die.
Xia Zhichan, shrouded in blood mist, opened her mouth slightly.
He now lost his six senses and his consciousness was close to the edge of collapse. It feels like being thrown into the bottomless bottom of the sea, and my limbs are weak and I can't feel anything.
Even the most basic sense of touch has disappeared. If he hadn't still had a little bit of consciousness that was swinging like a candle, he might really be no different from a dead person.
Xia Zhichan relied on her last consciousness and followed the final operation method of the technique, and gently exhaled a white breath.
It was like a butterfly fluttering its wings and attracting a giant tornado that swept across the world.
That white breath.
It transformed into a three-foot-long green-edged sword in the air.
The stream of light rotates, and the radiance of the sun shines on the sword's edge, coating it with a golden coat. But even though it has a dazzling appearance, it cannot conceal the solid sword intent on it.
The sun in the sky disappeared, and everything underfoot also faded.
Now there seems to be only one sword between heaven and earth.
The monster tried to escape in panic, but found that he was like a mouse being stared at by an old cat, unable to move a step no matter what.
He couldn't even make a sound even shouting for mercy.
He had never seen what kind of sword move that was, and he had never felt it before. It's like it's not a killing move at all, but a hand extended by a good friend to invite you.
It has no power, just as light as a feather.
He stood there blankly, not even the slightest bit of resistance until the sword had passed through his body.
The sword continued to fall after passing through his body until it fell to the ground.
There was no loud noise, no explosion, it was like nothing happened. The monster watched helplessly as the land beneath his feet disappeared in an instant, completely disappearing.
I don't know how deep it is, but the crack is a hundred feet wide, and even cuts off the surging river in the distance, as if the painter was not satisfied with his work and covered everything with white paint.
It wasn't until a long time later that the river water that had been cut off by the sword energy started to flow down and slowly gathered into the crack that had appeared. However, even if the water level dropped a lot, the crack had no intention of being filled.
This trick can no longer be described as terrifying. It is simply not a human trick at all. Only the legendary gods can do it.
Created the world, moved mountains and reclaimed seas.
That is a scene that only exists in ancient folk legends.
Now it appeared in front of him.
Maybe he would die like this, at the hands of someone who could perform such amazing magic.
Not bad……
The monster's thoughts came to an end, and he reluctantly raised his head, wanting to take another look at the man who had performed such a trick, but in the end he stayed in a posture of looking up.
Under the red clouds, the man could no longer see his face.
The monster's figure paused for a moment, and then disappeared little by little with the wind when the sunlight from the sky shone down.
Nothing was left, it was as if he had never been there.
Bang——
The red cloud dispersed, and Xia Zhichan, who had completely lost consciousness, began to fall downwards.
The blood spurting out from his body left a light red thread in the air. If he were allowed to fall in this situation, it would be either on the land or in the river.
I'm afraid it will all break into 17 or 18 pieces, and it will be impossible to put it together even if you want to.
At this moment, a white rainbow flew over from the sky.
Jiang Qin drove the sword light and quickly came to the whereabouts of Xia Zhichan. She didn't dare to reach out to catch him, so she could only form a white cloud from a lower place to support him.
"Xia Zhichan, Xia Zhichan!"
The woman gently held Xia Zhichan's head and called his name urgently. The blood mist continued to disperse outside, and soon dyed Jiang Qin's white robes blood red.
Even the white cloud is no exception.
She bit her lower lip so hard that it even bled and she couldn't feel it.
Jiang Qin watched as the breath in front of her became weaker and weaker, almost to the point of being inaudible. She didn't know what the man had done to become like this.
Look down at the ground beneath your feet.
The crack that was a hundred feet wide was probably made by a man's hand.
"I have my own way to deal with him, but it's too powerful..."
The words Xia Zhichan said before were still in her ears, but at that time, Jiang Qin probably could not have imagined that the power in the man's mouth would lead to such a scene.
She frowned tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.
The man in his arms gradually stopped breathing.
Bang - it was like a string in my heart was broken.
The tears were still flowing down uncontrollably, even though I had obviously sworn not to shed tears again. Jiang Qin remembered that she cried a lot after her mother passed away, and then secretly swore in her heart that she would never cry again.
No matter how loud she cried and how sad she felt at that time, it could not change any facts.
So she decided then that she would never cry again.
But today, when she was holding a man covered in blood, she couldn't help but burst into tears again. Big teardrops fell from her cheeks and dripped onto the man's bloody face.
She cried for the first time since she was born.
She cried for the second time because her mother was gone.
Now she cried for the third time, because of the man in her arms.
"Hahahahaha, die! It's great to die! It's really easier for him to die..."
Following the harsh laughter, an erratic shadow appeared in front of Jiang Qin.
The woman wiped away her tears hard and raised her head to glare at the other person.
It looked like it was the Ghost King. Unexpectedly, the other party actually survived Xia Zhichan's terrifying attack, but he was probably also seriously injured.
She waved her hand and took out Yun Wuhen.
"Hahaha, little girl, why bother? You can't beat me anyway..."
The Ghost King was indeed seriously injured, but he still managed to protect his soul. Although the Catfish Spirit's powerful body disappeared, he survived.
He is also a ghost king at the peak of his entry level. In terms of cultivation, he is on the same level as Jiang Qin, but he lost seven or eight of his success due to injury.
Jiang Qin, on the other hand, had given all the true energy in his body to Xia Zhichan, and now he only had a little bit of the newly cultivated energy in his body.
So once the two fight, the Ghost King is more likely to win.
"Haha, little girl, how about this? You give me this person, I will possess him, and then have a good time with you, it will not be in vain for your deep friendship, hahahaha..."
The Ghost King stretched out two dry, gray claws from the shadows and made begging gestures towards Jiang Qin.
Jiang Qin tightened her grip on the sword. She stared at the arrogant Ghost King in front of her and suddenly raised her left hand.
The handwriting drawn by the master's hand before my eyes was fading little by little, disappearing stroke by stroke, and in the end only the white and clean palms remained.
The woman smiled.
When the Ghost King saw it, he thought that the woman had agreed to what he said, and couldn't help laughing several times.
Buzz——
There was another sword cry, but Jiang Qin did not wave Yun Wuhen in her hand, but instead put the sword down. However, her momentum did not decrease, but instead surged like waves on a river.
"Little girl, no matter how hard you struggle, it won't work. In the final analysis, it's just an entry level."
The Ghost King still laughed a few words, but saw that the aura of the woman in front of him suddenly became much higher.
"You...could it be..."
Jiang Qin raised two slender jade fingers and pointed them like a sword forward.
The familiar sword energy shot out across the sky and disappeared in a flash.
The ghost king, who was at the peak of his cultivation, was chopped to pieces with that sword and disappeared directly between heaven and earth.
she.
A thought enters the hall.
