Devil Seeds

Ke Xiaoliang's sword burst out fiercely and violently.

I have to say what tricks this sword has.

It can be called "Sword Swinging the Universe", or it can be called "Splitting Huashan Mountain", or even simply described as two paragraphs with one sword, it is completely appropriate.

However, under the blessing of powerful power, minimalism is extremely complex.

When a sword fell, the person facing the sword had nowhere to escape.

Really overbearing.

Ke Xiaoliang is in the lair of careerists, which seems to be a weakness.

But it is precisely because he is in his old lair that the ghost fairy who has been playing tricks has no choice but to fight Ke Xiaoliang's sword head-on.

Because if he didn't care, the sword would completely fall on this empty city that was only half built.

There must be heavy losses.

But don't forget...Ke Xiaoliang was once known as the "Destroyer of the Mountain Gate".

What he is best at is to forcibly destroy the mountain gate station of a certain force with extremely strong violence.

Void City... In a sense, it can also be regarded as a mountain gate... right!

At this time, under the brilliance of the huge gemstone, the ghost fairy transformed into a large number of figures.

These figures can be true or false.

True and false shadows constantly shuttle in the space, trying to completely seal Ke Xiaoliang's 'straightforward' sword light with various forbidden spells.

Unfortunately, he misjudged Ke Xiaoliang's strength.

The power of that sword cut is not just for looking at the majesty.

It's really powerful.

Layer upon layer of restrictions, layer upon layer of seals, all collapsed and disintegrated under this sword.

A large number of figures shrouded in brilliance are shattering and collapsing.

Even the light of that huge gem seemed to be being swallowed by the sword light.

At this time, Ke Xiaoliang's sword light and sword intent erupted, very much like the jade ring stars that are being shattered.

It is like a beautiful butterfly flapping its deadly wings.

The sword light soars in the void city, flickering in the entire void field, destined not to be ignored.

Some of the special imprints and artifacts that shuttled through the void and kept an eye on the movement of this void city were activated by the strong light one after another, and some movements began to occur.

Jianguang has a spirit, with a breath of decay and mourning, withering everything.

But at the same time, it is still so tough, strong...even a superstar shining in the starry sky.

A large amount of white light shrouded it.

Huge gems emit intense light.

The figure of the ghost fairy is constantly zooming in.

Even though it is becoming more and more blurry, holding a gemstone in his hand, he covers the entire Void City with his own soul, even including Ke Xiaoliang's sword light.

With his body, he turned himself into a small pure white world.

Here, he seems to be able to read the rules and delete everything.

The sword split by Ke Xiaoliang in imitation of the Jade Jue and the stars, at this moment, turned into flowing fire in this small pure white world.

Following a thought of the ghost fairy, countless streams of fire began to sweep towards Ke Xiaoliang like a tornado, trying to melt and smash him into this splendid spell.

Ke Xiaoliang held the sword in his hand, showing no signs of fear, nor any intention of retreating.

With a long sword in hand, you are constantly slashing and moving forward.

Flying through the body, it seems that you are walking against the light and turning your back on time.

Every slash of the sword seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

But he can always slash another sword at the next moment...more powerful and more decisive.

Ke Xiaoliang wanted to go backwards all the way, fly into the void, and use the sword in his hand to pierce the ghost fairy's eyebrows and shatter his world.

At this time, compared to the real world, all the colors disappeared in the pure white world that was too narrow.

Even those deleted sword fires, those aroused vigor, have become humble and invisible.

All the pressure came from all directions, enveloping and rolling towards Ke Xiaoliang.

But Ke Xiaoliang continued to fly straight, his speed didn't slow down, his body shape didn't change, and his expression remained the same.

The same goes for the sword!

At this moment, Ke Xiaoliang is not playing a certain role.

He is the sword cultivator... a peerless sword cultivator who nourishes war by 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 small world.

Boom!

Such a sword hit the barrier of the world, but there was only such a light and fluttering sound.

This is like a mantis holding a car, or Don Quixote's self-righteous charge towards the windmill meaninglessly.

Then Ke Xiaoliang was forced back a few steps by the strong shock force.

With a long sword in his hand, he still moves forward... without hesitation.

Even the terrifying power has swept through his body once again.

Blood... like a waterfall, rushed out from many parts of his body.

From anyone's point of view, this is a charge beyond self-control.

At this time, some prying sights and cameras were aimed at this void city.

Looking at Ke Xiaoliang who was imprisoned in the pure white small world and seemed to be powerless to resist, the ghosts did not drive away those sights and cameras.

Since this 'catfish' is disobedient, it can't be used.

Then make him a medal, a trophy, a political merit.

Propaganda...especially those that are not controlled by propaganda media, will be a great impetus.

Ke Xiaoliang shook his body, shook off the blood stains on his body, and held the sword in his hand... as if holding his world.

Continue to swing the sword.

It was like announcing to the ghost.

Your world is self-righteous pure white.

And my world is in the palm of my hand, on the edge of the three-foot sword.

The direction of the sword's edge...is my country!

It is still imitating the death scene of Yujue and stars.

It seemed to be the brightest and most beautiful scene he had ever seen.

When the sword light sprinkled on this pure white and flawless world, a round of sunset bloomed on the tip of Ke Xiaoliang's sword.

After a moment, the setting sun fell, and what was burning... was the afterglow of life.

This sword seems to be just a strengthening and repetition of the previous sword.

But in fact, it is different.

On the plain sword body, there is a void of energy wrapped around it.

It seems to be somewhere between being and not being.

It is completely determined by Ke Xiaoliang's personal thoughts.

When the setting sun and fire brought by the sword light flapped its beautiful wings, they were once again annihilated in the pure white world, and then disappeared into nothingness.

The sword in Ke Xiaoliang's hand, like a giant beast awakened, suddenly let out a long and clear cry.

Terrible suction swept the entire pure white world.

Even the most elusive white light was absorbed into a void of time and space by the rolled-up suction.

When the blade hit the border of the world again.

Fragile cracks appeared in the originally hard boundary.

Powerful power and powerful rules are difficult to break by force, but can be digested and absorbed.

Many shots happened to capture this scene very accurately.

At the same time, the live broadcast of this scene was sent everywhere.

In this starry sky, although there is no unified network.

But there is communication between the network and the network.

In fact, this battle was not particularly high-end, but because of the identities of the two sides in the battle and the disparity in their own realms, it was spread extremely quickly.

Many people who saw this scene couldn't imagine that a sword cultivator who seemed to be at the peak of the Nascent Soul...without even a Nascent Spirit, actually struck a sword in the small world opened by a ghost fairy. A crack.

Even if it was a sword repairer who was famous for his powerful combat power, it would be too surprising.

Many people even began to imitate Ke Xiaoliang's sword instinctively.

Such a powerful swordsmanship, as a monk... it is impossible not to be interested.

While many people were studying this kind of swordsmanship, Ke Xiaoliang did not hold back and continued to struggle with the so-called 'small victory'.

Stepping on the pace of no regrets, he continued to elevate his figure.

The bright and eye-catching sword light replaced every word he might have to say.

Regarding those so-called grievances, aggrieved, depressed, and resentful... at this time, they all seem to be hidden in the sword.

But under the powerful sword light and the sword edge that regards death as home, they are completely relieved.

Not letting go of the opponent, but letting go of oneself.

Ambitious and base men will never admit their mistakes except with a sword around their necks.

Going to complain loudly is far inferior to swinging a sword vigorously!

At this time... people who saw Ke Xiaoliang's sword suddenly understood so many complicated contents.

Just like in this seemingly extremely simple sword light, there is a long book and a long letter.

Once you understand this book and this letter, you also understand this sword!

The pure white small world is collapsing and shrinking.

Guixian held the gemstone that had slowly shrunk, just holding it in one hand.

Guiyuan was the size of an ordinary person, staring at Ke Xiaoliang like a ghost.

His self-righteous destruction, getting rid of Ke Xiaoliang... has become a self-righteous joke.

Of course, he still has a chance.

As long as he can kill this ignorant swordsman in front of him, then everything can go to 'tell a story' again.

The winner has the final interpretation of everything.

Shaking his hands, a slender insect stick with a thick end appeared in Guixian's hand.

At the end of the crude benzene, there are a large number of fine and dense pores.

In the small hole, there are many disgusting but powerful poisonous insects hoarded.

But the thin end of the stick looks like a flute.

When this insect stick waved.

The mountain-like poisonous insects flew out.

They are not afraid of the environment in the void, and can even absorb the aura of the void and turn into a huge poisonous mist.

It was originally a sinister and vicious method, but from the visual effect point of view, it is extremely shocking, like a dark mountain, born from the void, and then pressed down on Ke Xiaoliang fiercely.

Although the high-end materials in the Baotong world are scarce... it is not so scarce that it goes to the top.

It can even be said that it was the unequal demands of the high-level that caused the further shortage of resources in the Baotong world.

The insect stick in Guixian's hand is an extremely powerful fairy weapon.

Although it looks disgusting, it has unpredictable and extremely powerful offensive and defensive capabilities.

When Guixian used this fairy weapon, it seemed to indicate that he never held back from Ke Xiaoliang.

I can no longer care about the slightest demeanor.

He wanted to kill Ke Xiaoliang to save his lost face.

It's just... Can everything really come true?

Ke Xiaoliang holds the sword in his hand, his aura and sword intent are sublimating and burning to the extreme.

The vague primordial spirit seemed to take shape quickly in this extremely unfair battle.

However, when the huge worm mountain was suppressed brazenly with gravity that didn't exist in the void, the sword light, which seemed extremely strong at first, could only be shattered powerlessly again and again.

Everything seems to have no more suspense.

Everyone who saw this scene felt sorry.

They were even shouting loudly for Ke Xiaoliang.

They felt that if Ke Xiaoliang also had the cultivation level of a true immortal, then just a light sword... would be enough to kill this annoying ghost.

People's positions are always prone to the weak, or those weak who have the courage to challenge the strong.

Just like almost everyone can't do things, people always expect that there is someone who can do it.

Even if this person is not themselves, it is enough to give people some kind of encouragement and inspiration.

However... it is the story 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 worm mountain.

However, his burning sword light was like a torch in the darkness, fluttering in the tide, but never shattered.

Not only does it refuse to go out, but when it is weak and withered, it occasionally bursts into a cold glow.

It's like the thunder that exploded in the cold winter. Although it is not impressive, it is daunting.

Even if there are countless distances apart, even if the strength is strong or weak, there is no comparison at all.

You have to strike out brazenly, you have to fight back constantly, and you have to swing your sword bravely.

Such a wonderful confrontation makes everyone who can see this battle feel a sense of oppression being suffocated from head to toe, but there is also a lot of boiling blood, which is constantly surging in people's chests.

People's sorrows and joys are not connected to each other, but people can pity themselves.

If you see an ideal or fantasy self in someone else's story.

Then you will definitely work hard to enter it, and then burst out with strong passion.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Hit again and again! Broken again and again!

Failed again and again, but regrouped again and again.

Every sword will be stronger, every sword is burning life and soul.

However, every sword will be easily crushed in the next second.

Guixian was manipulating the insect stick, but his expression was constantly gloomy.

Only he knows that he has used all his strength.

But he couldn't kill Ke Xiaoliang who was like a bug to him.

But Ke Xiaoliang's attacks, which seemed to be easily crushed by him, repeatedly touched and approached the upper limit of the ghost fairy's power.

There is no gap that cannot be bridged.

No matter how far the distance is, as long as there is enough time and opportunity, I will use my feet to move over it step by step.

At this time, Guixian looked at Ke Xiaoliang who was once again swinging his sword up under the dark worm mountain.

Choosing to let go of the constant oppression.

The huge swarm of insects spread out like dark clouds, entrenched in the void, surrounding the entire Void City.

The dense swarm of insects is like black smoke.

The magnified body of the ghost fairy is emitting extremely strong white light.

At this moment, black and white form a unity in the void.

The rough but not rough Taiji diagram manifested on the Void City, and then slowly turned.

On Ke Xiaoliang's body, bones have been exposed in some places.

But he held the sword and stepped 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.

He still wants to fight!

No one knew that Ke Xiaoliang was actually extremely excited at this time.

He felt... felt a little bit, something that he wanted to capture and acquire all this time!

Myths... are not beliefs.

It is identity, imprint, and the bridge that crosses the barrier between mind and reality.

The power to break dimensions lies in the heart.

In your own heart, or in the hearts of sentient beings.

Those who are inherently sacred are because their bloodlines are imprinted with 'sacredness' in the memories and cognitions of countless beings.

And stealing the blood is tantamount to stealing this sanctity.

People agree with the bloodline, which is equivalent to agreeing with the sacred.

Of course, just this... is not enough.

Ke Xiaoliang is not enough to accept this bit of recognition, to open up his own limitations, and become a mythical true immortal.

He needs more...more!

A more thorough identification, a crazier myth!

"Then... let's ignite it completely!" Ke Xiaoliang settled this idea in his heart.

At this time, the ghost fairy was already holding the worm stick in both hands, and turned into a strange man with a black bird head and bone wings on his back.

This is his true soul, and as a ghost... this is also his mythical true face.

He once obtained a piece of information about the Yatengu in the myth, and then integrated it into his own soul, so that the soul moved closer to the mythical nature of the Yatengu.

In the end, he became a powerful ghost fairy with the characteristic of immortality.

The scorching hot wind brought losses to Ke Xiaoliang.

The rotating Taiji diagram also continued to obliterate everything around it.

The huge swarm released terrible toxins, like a black river, trying to swallow Ke Xiaoliang completely.

Triple attack, triple murder.

Ke Xiaoliang was already doomed!

It seems... that's how it turned out!

Ke Xiaoliang still fought back beyond his control, and the long sword made an extremely crisp sound in his palm.

At this time, Ke Xiaoliang also swung three swords!

Point with one sword, collapse with one sword, sweep with one sword.

Three swords are simple, three swords...peerless!

The first sword opened the prejudice in people's hearts, thinking that he could not overcome the prejudice of ghosts and immortals.

What the second sword broke was the guard in people's hearts, making people realize the peerless demeanor in his sword.

The third sword sweeps away the injustices in the universe, the things that should be taken for granted, the lives that should be valued... should not be dimmed under the power, and obscured in the midst of expediency.

Three swords... turned into one sword!

In the next second, the swarm of insects perished, the Tai Chi Diagram collapsed, and the flame wind extinguished.

In the void, the flames were constantly burning and surging, and the venting flames, like a meteor piercing through the void, would stop in a hurry after falling in a hurry.

The original pure white world also seemed to have been torn apart.

In the pure and strong sword light, the truth is broken... just like every lie, you must face the truth.

Guixian looked at the figure who was walking towards him step by step.

In the originally confident eyes, there was a touch of fear that should not have existed.

Then he put his head down.

I saw my own chest.

sword!

Has been stabbed in the chest.

The broken insect stick was at the side, exuding black smoke.

"How... is it possible?" Gui Xian looked at Ke Xiaoliang, at this sword repairman who had just become a primordial spirit, he couldn't believe... he couldn't believe that it was just such a guy, who only had one person with one sword, without relying on any external help , and beheaded him.

However, whether he believes it or not.

The released sword light and shattered sword shadows were eating away at his life that he thought would have no end.

He must only become Ke Xiaoliang, a stepping stone to the myth.

Goodnight everybody!