Ke Xiaoliang's sword exploded fiercely and violently.
I have to say there is something fancy about this sword.
It can be called 'Sword Swinging the World', it can also be called 'Strength Cutting Huashan Mountain', or even simply described as one sword with two parts, it is completely appropriate.
However, with the blessing of powerful power, minimalism becomes extreme complexity.
When a sword falls, those facing it have nowhere to escape.
Really overbearing.
Ke Xiaoliang is in the lair of careerists, which seems to be a weakness.
But precisely because he was in his lair, the ghost fairy who had been playing tricks on him had to face Ke Xiaoliang's sword head-on.
Because if he doesn't care, this sword will fall completely on this half-built Void City.
There will definitely be heavy losses.
Don't forget... Ke Xiaoliang was once known as the 'Shanmen Destroyer'.
What he is best at is using extremely strong violence to forcibly destroy the mountain gate station of a certain force.
Void City... In a sense, it can also be regarded as a mountain gate... right?
At this time, the ghost fairy, shrouded in the brilliance of the huge gem, transformed into a large number of figures.
These figures can be real or fake.
Real and fake shadows constantly shuttled through the space, trying to use various sealing spells to completely seal Ke Xiaoliang's 'frank' sword light.
Unfortunately, he misjudged Ke Xiaoliang's strength.
The power of that sword slash was more than just majestic.
It's really powerful.
The layers of restrictions and layers of seals all collapsed and decayed under this sword.
A large number of figures shrouded in light are fragmenting and collapsing.
Even the light of the huge gem seemed to be being swallowed by the sword light.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang's sword light and sword intent erupted, much like the Jade Star in the process of destruction.
It is like a beautiful butterfly flapping its deadly wings.
The sword light soared in the Void City, flickering in the entire void field, and was destined to be impossible to ignore.
Certain special marks and magic weapons that shuttled through the void and were always paying attention to the movements of this void city were activated by the strong light and began to make some movements.
The light of the sword is spiritual, carrying the aura of decay and mourning, withering all things.
But at the same time, it is still so tough and strong...even as bright as a star shining in the starry sky.
A large amount of white light shrouded it.
The huge gem emits intense light.
The figure of the ghost fairy is constantly enlarging.
Although he was becoming more and more virtual, he held the gem and enveloped the entire Void City with his own soul, even containing the light of Ke Xiaoliang's sword.
He actually used his body to transform himself into a small pure white world.
Here, he seemed to be able to read the rules and delete everything.
The sword that Ke Xiaoliang used to imitate the jade stars and cracked out suddenly turned into flowing fire in this pure white world.
Following the ghost fairy's thought, countless streams of fire began to sweep towards Ke Xiaoliang like a tornado, trying to melt and mince him in this gorgeous spell.
Ke Xiaoliang held the sword in his hand, showing neither fear nor intention of retreating.
Holding a long sword, he just kept cutting and moving forward.
As you soar, you feel like you are walking against the light and turning your back on time.
Every slash with the sword seemed to take all his strength.
But he could always strike out with another sword in the next moment... more powerful and more decisive.
Ke Xiaoliang wants to go all the way in reverse, fly into the void, pierce the ghost and immortal's eyebrows with the sword in his hand, and chop his world into pieces.
At this time, compared to the real world, all the colors in the pure white world were too small and disappeared.
Even the deleted sword fire and the aroused energy have become humble and invisible.
All the pressure, one heavy... came from all directions, crushing towards Ke Xiaoliang.
However, Ke Xiaoliang continued to fly straight, his speed did not decrease, his body shape did not change, and his expression remained the same.
The sword remains the same!
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang was not playing a certain role.
He is a sword cultivator...a peerless sword cultivator who feeds on fighting and becomes stronger as he fights.
Although he is a part of the subject of Ke Xiaoliang, he also has his own characteristics and tension.
One sword!
It hit hard on the barrier of the pure white world.
Bang!
Such a sword, hitting the barrier of the world, only made such a light sound.
This is like a mantis using its arms as a chariot, or like Don Quixote's meaningless windmill, launching a self-righteous charge.
Then Ke Xiaoliang was forced back a few steps by the strong counterattack.
Holding the sword in hand, he still moved forward... without hesitation.
Even though the terrifying power has swept through his body again.
Blood... like a waterfall, rushed out from many places on his body.
Anyone who looks at it can see that this is a charge that is not overestimated.
At this time, some prying eyes and shooting lenses were already focused on this Void City.
Looking at Ke Xiaoliang, who was imprisoned in a small pure white world and seemed to be unable to resist, the ghost fairy did not drive away those eyes and lenses.
Since this 'catfish' is disobedient, it cannot be used.
Then let him become a medal, a trophy, and a political achievement.
Propaganda...especially those media that are not controlled, will be a huge driving force.
Ke Xiaoliang shook his body, shook off the blood stains on his body, and held the sword in his hand... as if he were holding his world.
Keep swinging your sword.
It was like announcing to the ghost fairy.
Your world is self-righteous pure white.
And my world is in the palm of my hand, just above the three-foot sword.
Wherever the sword points... it's my country!
Still imitating the death scene of Yujue Star.
It seemed to be the brightest and most gorgeous sight he had ever seen.
When the sword light shines on this pure white world, a sunset blooms on the tip of Ke Xiaoliang's sword.
A moment later, the setting sun fell, burning... all the afterglow of life.
This sword still seems to be just a strengthening and repetition of the previous sword.
But in fact, it is different.
The simple blade of the sword was wrapped with a void of energy.
It seems to be somewhere between existence and non-existence.
It is entirely determined by Ke Xiaoliang’s personal thoughts.
When the sunset and fire brought by the sword light flapped their beautiful wings, they were once again annihilated in the pure white world, and then dissipated into nothingness.
The sword in Ke Xiaoliang's hand suddenly made a clear and long cry like a giant beast that had been awakened.
The terrifying suction force swept across the entire pure white world.
Even the most elusive white light was absorbed into a void of time and space by the suction force of the roll.
When the sword edge hits the boundary of the world again.
The originally hard boundary had fragile cracks.
Powerful power and powerful rules are difficult to break, but can be digested and absorbed.
Many shots happened to capture this scene very accurately.
At the same time, this scene was broadcast live to various places.
Although there is no unified network in this starry sky.
But there is communication between networks.
In fact, this battle was not particularly high-end, but due to the identities of the two parties and the huge gap between their own realms, it spread extremely quickly.
Many people who saw this scene could not imagine that a sword cultivator who seemed to be at the peak of Yuanying... and did not even have a Yuan Shen actually struck out with a sword in the small world opened by a ghost immortal. A crack.
Even if the person who accomplished this was a swordsman known for his powerful combat power, that would be too surprising.
Many people even began to instinctively imitate Ke Xiaoliang's sword.
It is impossible for a monk not to be interested in such a powerful swordsmanship.
While many people were studying this kind of swordsmanship, Ke Xiaoliang did not rest on his laurels and continued to struggle with the so-called 'small wins'.
With a regretless pace, he continued to improve his figure.
The bright and dazzling sword light replaced every word he might say.
Regarding those so-called grievances, grievances, depression, and resentment... they all seemed to be hidden in the sword at this time.
But they were all completely relieved under the powerful sword light and the death-defying sword edge.
It's not that you let your opponent go, but you let yourself go.
Careerists and despicable people will never admit their mistakes unless a sword is placed at their necks.
To complain loudly is far inferior to wielding a sword vigorously!
At this time... people who saw Ke Xiaoliang's sword suddenly understood so many complicated contents.
It's like this seemingly simple sword light contains a long book and a long letter.
Once you understand this book and this letter, you also understand this sword!
The pure white world is collapsing and shrinking.
The ghost fairy held the gem that had slowly shrunk and could be held in one hand.
Guiyuan was about the size of an ordinary person, and his eyes were staring at Ke Xiaoliang like an evil ghost.
His self-righteous devastation and elimination of Ke Xiaoliang... has become a self-righteous joke.
Of course, he still has a chance.
As long as the ungrateful sword cultivator in front of him can be killed, everything can be "storytelling" again.
The winner has the final say.
Shaking his hands, Guixian's hand appeared with an insect stick that was long and thin at one end and thick at the other.
There are a large number of fine pores at the end of the thick benzene.
In the small holes, there are many disgusting but powerful poisonous insects.
The thin end of the stick looks like a flute pipe.
When the insect stick was waved.
Mountains of poisonous insects flew out.
They are not afraid of the environment in the void, and can even absorb the spiritual energy of the void and turn it into a huge poisonous mist.
It was originally a vicious and ruthless method, but from the visual effect, it was extremely shocking. It was like a black mountain emerging from the void, and then pressing hard on Ke Xiaoliang.
Although high-end materials are scarce in the Baotong world... they are not so scarce that they reach the upper echelons.
It can even be said that it was the excessively unequal demands from the top management that caused the further shortage of resources in the Baotong world.
The insect stick in the ghost fairy's hand is an extremely powerful fairy weapon.
Although it looks disgusting, it has unpredictable and extremely powerful offensive and defensive abilities.
When Guixian used this magical weapon, it seemed to indicate that he would never hold back Ke Xiaoliang again.
I no longer care about the slightest bit of grace.
He wanted to kill Ke Xiaoliang to save his lost face.
But... can everything really go as expected?
Ke Xiaoliang is holding the sword, and his aura and sword intent are sublimating and burning to the extreme.
The vague soul seemed to be taking shape quickly in this extremely unfair battle.
However, when the huge insect mountain, carrying the non-existent gravity in the void, suppressed it violently, the sword light that originally seemed to be extremely strong could only be broken again and again without power.
Everything seems to be no longer in suspense.
Everyone who saw this scene felt pity.
They were even shouting loudly, complaining about Ke Xiaoliang.
They felt that if Ke Xiaoliang also had the cultivation level of a true immortal, then just one sword strike would be enough to kill this annoying-looking ghost immortal.
People's positions are always inclined towards the weak, or those who have the courage to challenge the strong.
Just like what almost everyone cannot do, people always look forward to someone who can do it.
Even if this person is not themselves, it is enough to give people some encouragement and inspiration.
However...it is the stories that many people who have quietly accumulated success factors like to tell the general public the most.
Ke Xiaoliang is being swallowed up by the fierce mountain of insects.
However, the light of his burning sword was like a torch in the darkness, swaying amidst the waves, yet never willing to be shattered.
Not only does it refuse to be extinguished, but when it is weak and withering, it occasionally explodes with cold light.
It's like thunder exploding in the cold winter. Although it's not majestic, it's intimidating.
Even if they are separated by countless distances, even if their strength is strong and weak, there is no comparison at all.
We must attack boldly, fight back constantly, and swing our sword bravely.
Such a wonderful confrontation made everyone who could see the battle feel a sense of oppression being suppressed from head to toe, but at the same time, there was also a boiling blood that was constantly surging in people's chests.
People's sorrows and joys are incompatible with each other, but people can pity themselves.
If you see an ideal or fantasy version of yourself in other people's stories.
Then you will definitely work hard to get involved, and then burst out with strong passion.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Impact after impact! Broken again and again!
Failed again and again, but recovered again and again.
Every sword will be stronger, and every sword will burn life and soul.
However, every sword will be easily crushed in the next second.
The ghost fairy controlled the insect stick, but his expression kept becoming gloomy.
Only he knew that he had used all his strength.
But he couldn't kill Ke Xiaoliang, who was like a bed bug to him.
And Ke Xiaoliang's attacks, which seemed to be easily crushed by him, repeatedly touched and approached the upper limit of Guixian's power.
There is no gap that cannot be bridged.
Even if the distance is far away, as long as there is enough time and opportunity, I will use my feet to move over step by step.
At this time, Guixian looked at Ke Xiaoliang, who was swinging his sword up again under the dark mountain of insects.
Choice loosens constant oppression.
The huge swarm of insects dispersed like dark clouds, entrenched in the void and surrounding the entire Void City.
The dense swarm of insects was like black smoke.
The enlarged body of the ghost immortal is emitting extremely intense white light.
At this moment, black and white form a unity in the void.
The rough but by no means rough Tai Chi diagram appeared on the Void City, and then slowly rotated.
Ke Xiaoliang's body has bones exposed in some places.
But he held his sword and moved forward step by step.
There was no sign of turning back, begging for mercy, or running away.
Even if he made any compromise at this time, the monks who saw this battle would not deny his bravery and strength.
But he still wants to fight!
No one knew that Ke Xiaoliang was actually very excited at this time.
He felt... felt a trace of something that he had always wanted to capture and obtain!
Myths... are not beliefs.
It's recognition, it's a brand, it's the bridge that crosses the barrier between the soul and reality.
The power to break dimensions lies in the heart.
In one's own heart, or in the hearts of all sentient beings.
Those who are born sacred are because their bloodline itself is imprinted with 'holiness' in the memories and cognitions of countless living beings.
And stealing the bloodline is equivalent to stealing this sacredness.
People identify with blood, which is equivalent to identifying with holiness.
Of course, just that... is not enough.
Ke Xiaoliang is not enough to use this little recognition to open up his own limitations and become a mythical true immortal.
He needs more...more!
A more complete identification, a crazier myth!
"Then... let's completely ignite it!" Ke Xiao made up his mind with this idea.
At this time, the ghost fairy was holding the insect stick in both hands and transformed into a strange man with a black bird head and bone wings on his back.
This is his true form as a soul, and as a ghost immortal... this is also his true true form in mythology.
He once obtained a piece of information about the mythical Crow Tengu, and then integrated it into his own soul, making his soul move closer to the mythical nature of the Crow Tengu.
Eventually he became a powerful ghost and immortal, possessing the property of immortality.
The fierce scorching wind swept towards Ke Xiaoliang.
The rotating Tai Chi diagram continued to obliterate everything around it.
The huge swarm of insects released terrible toxins, like a black river, trying to completely engulf Ke Xiaoliang.
Triple attack, triple murder.
Ke Xiaoliang is certain to die!
It seems...that's the result!
Ke Xiaoliang still fought back without knowing his strength, and the long sword made an extremely clear sound in his palm.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang also wielded three swords!
One sword points, one sword collapses, one sword sweeps.
Three swords are simple, three swords... are peerless!
The first sword strikes away the prejudice in people's hearts, the prejudice that they cannot defeat ghosts and immortals.
The second sword broke the guard in people's hearts and made people realize the peerless grace in his sword.
What the third sword sweeps away is the injustice in the universe. Those things that should be taken for granted, those lives that should be valued... should not be dimmed under power, amidst expediency, and unknown.
Three swords... turned into one sword!
The next second, the insect swarm perished, the Tai Chi diagram collapsed, and the flaming wind extinguished.
In the void, the flames were constantly burning and venting, just like the meteors that cut through the void, they would just stop after falling in a hurry.
The originally pure white world seemed to have its disguise torn apart.
In the pure and strong sword light, the truth breaks apart... just like every lie, one must face the truth.
Guixian looked at the figure walking towards him step by step.
In his originally confident eyes, there was a hint of fear that shouldn't exist.
Then he lowered his head.
I saw my chest.
sword!
Already stabbed into the chest.
The broken insect stick was standing aside, emitting a plume of black smoke.
"How... is it possible?" Guixian looked at Ke Xiaoliang, looking at this sword cultivator who had just become a soul. He didn't believe... He didn't believe that he was just such a guy, just one man and one sword, without any external help. , and beheaded him.
However, whether he believed it or not.
The released sword light and the shattered sword shadow were eating away at the life he thought would have no end.
He can only become Ke Xiaoliang, a stepping stone to the myth.
