When that sword light enters anything, it can cut off the connection between all the details within that thing, in other words, it can be shredded.It stands to reason that the moment that sword light left Bai Zhenren's body, she should have turned into pieces and died.But nothing like this happened, because the moment that sword light entered her palm, an extremely bright golden glow lit up in the depths of her eyes.The sword light seemed to encounter some kind of barrier in her body, and eventually only penetrated her arm, bringing out a rain of blood.Bai Zhenren turned around like a cloud, floated into the rain of blood, and disappeared.It seems that she actually used the last main basket to avoid being killed.Just before she disappeared, the sun lit up her face, and she could vaguely see something different.The sword light broke through the waves and returned to the sky above the Tongtian Courtyard, revealing Jing Jiu's figure.He looked in the southeast direction, a sword glint flashed in his eyes, and he saw the faint aura fluctuation in the sunlight, and turned into sword light to chase after him again.………… Whether it is Jing Jiu, who incarnates as a sword light, or Bai Zhenren who holds an immortal urn in his hand, he is the most extreme combat power in this world.Unless the white-bladed immortal is resurrected, or Xue Ji returns, there will be no one so strong in the world, not even Cao Yuan.Only they are qualified to hunt each other down, and in fact, they have managed to seriously injure each other once in a very short period of time, but they don't know who will win in the end.Bai Zhenren escaped into the heavens and the earth, the sword light chased after him, and the East China Sea returned to quiet again.The breeze blew, the green curtain fluttered slightly, and then cracked into countless pieces, revealing the face of the person in the sedan chair.The owner of the Water Moon Nunnery looks like an ordinary and delicate girl.At this time, her face was a little pale, and there was blood at the corners of her lips, and she should have suffered a lot of injuries in order to catch Bai Zhenren's palm.Only in this way can we find a glimmer of opportunity to sneak attack Bai Zhenren.In the early morning, that sword light searched for Bai Zhenren in the world, and once stayed on the shore of the East China Sea for a while.It was at that time that Tong Yan made a plan for Jing Jiu to sneak attack.After that, Jing Jiu returned to Yunmeng Mountain and heard Qilin's words, went to Wuenmen, and then was successfully attacked by Bai Zhenren.Tong Yan looked at the badly damaged blue curtain sedan chair and asked, "Is the owner of the nunnery okay?"
”The Lord of the Water Moon Nunnery looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you know that your reputation in the cultivation world is not very good?"
”Tong Yan said calmly: "I know." ”He used to be a genius disciple of the Zhongzhou faction, but he suddenly defected from the mountain gate and disappeared without a trace.It wasn't until these years that the cultivation world knew that he had actually switched to the Qingshan Sect.But these are actually not important, for a big man like the owner of the Water Moon Nunnery, the childlike face is disliked, and even faintly jealous of other aspects.For example, when Bai Zhenren descended from the sky before, his pale face and helpless eyes ......, "What is it like to deceive your former master?"
”The Lord of the Water Moon Nunnery asked with mixed emotions.Tong Yan thought about it and didn't say anything.………… The mausoleum of the former dynasty was in the deepest part of Tianshou Mountain, and when the light of heaven came here through a dozen holes that Jing Jiu had broken, it had become very dim.The white jade coffin had turned into snow chips all over the ground.A middle-aged man with a clear face and an extraordinary bearing looked at the slightly cracked turtle shell in his hand and let out an incomprehensible sigh.He looked like a scholar admiring the snow and preparing to recite poetry.But the bright yellow imperial robe, the faint majesty and real imperial aura that naturally exude, all show that his true identity is by no means so simple.He is Emperor Xiao.Descendants of the former imperial dynasty.The real culprit of the turmoil in the world hundreds of years ago.The last sword escaper of the Chaotian Continent.He also has an identity as a companion of Taiping Zhenren, and he can also be said to be a military advisor.With heaven and earth as the furnace, the green smoke will destroy the world, which is the bureau set up by him and Taiping Zhenren.This bureau seems to be magnificent and rough, but in fact it is very delicate, and he calculated for more than a hundred years on the bank of Daze before finalizing all the details.However, Taiping Zhenren still died in the hidden peak of Qingshan.Seeing that hundreds of years of painstaking solitude had all come to naught, Bai Zhenren appeared."
I'm not alone."
Emperor Xiao sighed with emotion and walked towards the outside of the mausoleum.Countless imperial qi also dispersed towards the outside of the mausoleum, slightly driving his imperial robe, followed by a chilly yin wind.How can you not be emotional?
Here are his ancestors and fathers.Outside the main temple of the mausoleum, Emperor Xiao glanced back at the plaque on the hall and raised his eyebrows slightly.If Wuenmen dares to use the tomb of the ancestors as a mountain gate, then it should be destroyed.It was here hundreds of years ago that he took his first revenge on the entire world.That time he failed.Will it fail again this time?"
Who are you?"
A voice rang out from below the stone steps.Emperor Xiao turned to look.A young man stands under a tree, his face is ordinary, and so is his breath.The light and shadow of the sky cut by the leaves fell on his face, which did not add half a sense of mystery, but looked a little funny.The young man was wearing the uniform of the Sect of No Grace, with a sword tied around his waist, and if he failed to unite the sword, his realm would inevitably not be high.Emperor Xiao took Bai Zhenren to sneak into Tianshou Mountain, and Jing Jiu broke in directly, coupled with the fact that the mausoleum was broken and the emperor's air was leaked, the mountain sealing array would inevitably give birth to perception.I think that the elders and disciples of the Graceless Sect should all wake up one after another and leave the cave of retreat.It's just that for some reason, this lowly young disciple was the first to come here."
It's really pitiful that the mountain has been closed for a hundred years, and there is still no light in sight."
Emperor Xiao looked at this young disciple of the Graceless Sect and said with emotion: "I have to say that the way of heaven is really fair, you insist that heaven and earth are ungraceful, then don't blame heaven and earth for being ruthless." ”Back then, Pei Baifa was killed by the Sword God of the West Sea, and there was no great thing to reach the heavens, so the mountain was closed.More than a hundred years have passed, and the closure of the mountain without grace has still not ended, which can only show that they have not yet ushered in a powerhouse of the Tongtian Realm.Since this was the case, Emperor Xiao naturally didn't have any worries, and walked down the stone steps towards the outside of the mountain, without looking at the young disciple under the tree."
It's true that we've been closed for a hundred years, but that doesn't mean we can be humiliated."
The young Wuen Sect disciple untied the sword tied around his waist and looked at him and said in a slightly trembling voice.His movements in unwielding his sword were somewhat clumsy and very unskilled, and it was obvious that he had no experience in human combat.Emperor Xiao stopped, looked at the young man under the tree, and said with a smile: "Little guy, are you going to stab me to death with this sword?"
”Holding a sword in your hand, no matter how many sword flowers you can pull out or how many moves you can perform, it is the domain of mortals.The Ungraced disciple was a little nervous.More than a hundred years ago, he was still a very ordinary Yujun boy, who was discovered by an immortal master to be quite talented and brought Tianshou Mountain.Who would have thought that as soon as he entered the mountain gate and received a set of clothes, a sword, and an introductory sword scripture, many major events happened in the sect one after another.The head of the gate suddenly came out, and then the master died somehow, and then ......
The head of the family is also dead, and then the mountain is closed.Master's status in the mountain gate is very high, but to be honest, his temperament is really bad, so he doesn't feel too sad about Master's death, but more at a loss.What made him even more dazed was that after the sect closed the mountain, the elders and those senior brothers all went to their respective caves to retreat, but no one paid attention to him.At that time, he was vaguely aware that Master's death might not be very glorious.In fact, before the mountain was closed, he had one last chance to leave, but I don't know why he stayed.He didn't have his own cave mansion, so he lived in the duty room next to the main hall, but fortunately, there were still a lot of goblins, spars and other things in the sect, so he didn't have to worry about starving to death, and he didn't have to worry about cultivation......
The real problem is that he doesn't know how to practice.He only had a set of clothes, a sword, and an introductory sword scripture.So he took that sword and practiced against that introductory sword book for more than a hundred years.As for the set of clothes, he had already washed them and carefully stored them.It was only today, when he was awakened by the movement in the mausoleum, that he knew that there was an enemy, that he put on his clothes again, fastened his sword, and walked to the main hall.He had seen the Ying Zi who flew with the sword in the same sect, and knew that his realm was very low, and he also knew that even if he practiced the Sword Sutra for another thousand years, how powerful could it be.It's just that at this time, the division commander and his classmates haven't woken up yet, and he is the only one, so he has to stand up.After Emperor Xiao finished saying that, he continued to walk towards the outside of the mountain.He could fly at this time, but he didn't know why he had to leave, maybe he wanted to see if the young disciple of the Wu'en Sect dared to draw his sword?
The Wuen Sect disciple swallowed his saliva a little nervously, and rushed towards Emperor Xiao with his sword in hand.Emperor Xiao saw a very strange scene in his afterglow, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking.The disciple of the Graceless Sect had obviously moved, but he seemed to be still standing in place.It's just his figure that moves.In other words, that disciple of the Graceless Sect was too fast, and he actually brought out an afterimage in the shade of the tree!
There was a soft pop.The sword stabbed into the side of Emperor Xiao's abdomen, and then peeked through the other side.Blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword, slightly staining the bright yellow imperial robe.Emperor Xiao frowned slightly, not knowing if it was pain or what he was thinking."
Who are you?"
He looked at the young Ungraced Sect disciple and asked with an incredible emotion."
I ......
I do not know. ”The expression of the disciple of the Ungraced Sect was very flustered, and he seemed to find it even more incredible than Emperor Xiao.I just performed the first form in the Introductory Sword Sutra, how did I stab into this person's body?
I don't know if he thinks it's too unbelievable, or if he thinks the picture in front of him is fake, he subconsciously pulled out the sword.Emperor Xiao slowly sat on the ground, sighed at the sword wound on his body, and lowered his head a little weakly.The yin wind blew out of the main hall and fell on the disciple of the Ungraced Sect.He heard only a loud noise, and his clothes suddenly cracked, turning into countless cloth bands, and they hung like this.After more than 100 years, this garment has rotted even if it is carefully placed.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 was, it was impossible to kill someone like Emperor Xiao, what killed him was the sword intent of this disciple of the Ungraced Sect.For more than a hundred years, this disciple of the Wuen Sect has practiced the introductory sword scripture over and over again, and when it comes to the simplicity and purity of sword intent, even Jing Jiu is not as good as him.The power of time proves its greatness in different directions.The disciple of the Wu'en Sect held his sword and looked at Emperor Xiao sitting on the ground, feeling very dazed, thinking to himself who this person was?
Could it be that one of those emperors of the previous dynasty in the mausoleum was nourished by the yin qi for ten thousand years, and as a result, there was a corpse transformation?
Otherwise, how could the movements be so stiff and slow?
The yin wind brought a cloth belt on his shoulder, gently touching Emperor Xiao's body.There was a bang.Emperor Xiao dispersed, and the bright yellow dragon robe was shattered into countless pieces of cloth, falling into the yellow leaves of the mountain, and being swept by the autumn wind, they could no longer distinguish each other.()