The King of Special Warfare

On the scattered islands torn apart by the light of the knife, countless people looked up at the sky.

Di Que's voice kept echoing in the air.

"This knife...is called Qianqiu."

The dark world has not seen thousands of years, eternity, or catastrophe for decades.

But everyone in the Jiang family knew what this knife meant.

Jiang Tongye, the patriarch of the Jiang family, stood near the collapsed gazebo.

The surrounding woods have been completely cut to pieces by the sword.

As the gloomy sky descended, Di Que's figure kept rising into the sky, getting higher and higher.

He flew out of the bottom of the lake, as if merging with the gloomy sky.

The separated Canglan Lake landed rumblingly, and large waves of water kept colliding and surging.

Li Tianlan stood on the lake, looking at the rising Di Que and the raised blade.

Jiang Tongye knelt down near the pavilion and kowtowed heavily.

At the back, Jiang Tonghui, who was in charge of protecting the important figures of the family, also knelt down.

All the important people of the Jiang family knelt down one by one, and they knelt together.

On the island, in every corner, Jiang's guards also knelt down.

Only Jiang Tongye's voice sounded after Di Que, deep and powerful, piercing through the sky with extremely depressing power: "Respectfully send off the ancestor."

 …

Everyone on the island heard Jiang Tongye's voice.

Inside Jiang's, some young people were crying uncontrollably.

The old man who has guarded the Jiang family for more than half a century even though his surname is not Jiang, the old man who has no Jiang family blood on his body but makes everyone willingly call him the old ancestor, the one who has been sitting in the gazebo all day and has been lonely for half his life The old man, the very kind old man who never interferes in Jiang's internal affairs, has no pretensions to anyone, and smiles all day long.

That Heavenly Knife famous in the dark world.

Finally still have to go.

Behind the Jiang family, Xia Zhi raised his head slightly and remained silent.

Huangfu Qiushui stood beside him, held her hand, and said cautiously: "Teacher, is the old man dying?"

"I didn't have to die,

But the old man's body couldn't hold on anymore. "

Xia Zhi patted Huangfu Qiushui's head, with a hint of pampering in his voice.

"Similar to the Three Absolute Swords in Li's Sword Twenty-Four, there are also Absolute Swords that belong to the sword, or the Heavenly Sword."

Xia Zhi smiled: "Eternal, Thousand Years, and Great Calamity. For hundreds of years, these three styles have been the ultimate sword among swords. The gravity of the eternal age can be described as the ultimate force, and the gravity of the Great Calamity is the most domineering, and the Qianqiu is the most balanced. It is the combination of strength and speed, each of these three swords is a real heavenly sword."

The corner of Huangfu Qiushui's mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice, "I've seen the manuals of these three sabers."

"yes."

Xia Zhi said softly: "The Three Absolute Swords are originally Wang's swords, but they really flourished in Jiang's hands."

Everyone knows that the Beihai Wang family had a true genius hundreds of years ago.

Or it could be said that the real Tianjiao created the Beihai Wang Clan.

But hundreds of years have passed, but few people know that Tianjiao has a younger brother.

It's like the relationship between Wang Tianzong and Wang Xiaoyao.

biological brother.

But the ancestor's brother used a knife.

Eternal ages, thousands of years, catastrophe.

The Three Absolute Swords can be said to be the painstaking effort of his life. In that era, he had been hidden in the unrivaled light of Tianjiao. It was an era when the ancestors of the Wang family of Beihai and the ancestors of the Lin clan represented the real peak combat power. Hidden under the light of those two.

Until he accepted an apprentice.

The knife belonging to Beihai is gradually exuding a light that cannot be ignored.

And his apprentice is the ancestor of the Jiang family today.

Xia Zhi's eyes were a little dazed.

At this moment, she looked at the light of the knife in the sky, but what she thought of was the sword and knife of the Wang family of Beihai hundreds of years ago.

That heavenly knife is always hidden under the sharpness of the sword, willingly, without complaint or regret.

And this era...

The Wang family of Beihai also has a talent.

Beihai Wang also has two brothers.

The same is true of swords and knives.

But this was not hundreds of years ago.

Now that knife has broken through the invincible state, it seems that it is not willing to be concealed, and is trying its best to snatch the demeanor that belongs to the sword.

She thought about the gradually widening cracks in Beihai, and suddenly felt a little sad.

Huangfu Qiushui was also very sad.

In the gradually dazzling and finally dazzling brilliance, she saw the last brilliance belonging to the warrior, but more, it was loneliness.

Every knife of the Wang family of Beihai has the momentum of going forward and swearing to the death. Any of the three swords is almost burning one's own life and potential. The emperor at the peak may be injured without dying, but he is nearly a hundred years old. If he was so old, he would be crushed to pieces immediately.

She was a little sad, but also a little unspeakable worry.

So she hesitated for a long time before biting the corner of her red lips and whispering: "Teacher... he... Li Tianlan... will he die?"

Xia Zhi glanced at her.

There was something meaningful in her eyes.

Huangfu Qiushui blushed, pretending to look at the sky seriously.

But the teacher's words fell clearly in her ears, making her face pale.

"If the thirteenth floor building is complete, he will not die."

She said slowly: "But in this situation, unless the old man is merciful, considering his current combat strength, I don't see the possibility of him surviving."

Her voice paused: "Maybe I can barely survive, but I am doomed to ruin my foundation, and I will have no hope of being a proud person for the rest of my life."

She laughed, and the smile was extremely complicated: "Rebuild it. This is Li's fate. The old man will change his life to a genius... Li Tianlan can't feel wronged."

"But...but I think he can survive. His swordsmanship is perfect."

Huangfu Qiushui whispered.

"wrong."

Xia Zhi calmly said: "His perfection is only the sword intent. But the way of the sword...his realm is there, how can he be perfect?"

She looked at the sky and said nothing.

In any case, this is the best outcome.

Whether Li Tianlan falls or is completely abolished, it is a good thing.

And Emperor Que.

The loyal and fearless Jiang family did not lose any face.

Di Que is doomed to fall.

But he didn't lose to Li Tianlan.

With this knife, he just lost to time and time.

That's all.

She looked at Li Tianlan's figure with some regret.

 …

Di Que was also looking at Li Tianlan.

There was also regret in his eyes.

The light of the knife wrapped around his body bit by bit, the momentum was not as violent as it was, but rather faint, erratic, and unpredictable.

"I can't hold back this knife."

The blades implanted in his arms trembled slightly, and his pale face seemed to turn rosy with a flash of light.

The almost berserk aura kept rising from his body, as if it would never end.

Di Que looked at Li Tianlan: "Your Highness, it's still too late for you to retreat now."

"I can't retreat."

Li Tianlan looked at Di Que and was silent for a long time before saying something in a calm tone.

His body moved forward slowly.

Just one step.

Countless blood gushed out directly from his whole body.

Li Tianlan's face became paler, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

At this moment, there is no sword light between heaven and earth.

But the whole world has turned into an extremely sharp blade.

The blade's sharpness covered every vital point of Li Tianlan, and he could not attack, or even move.

He stood on the blade of heaven and earth, and the only thing he could do was to wait for Di Que's blade to fall.

Li Tianlan became more and more silent.

He stood on the lake, looking at Di Que's knife.

This is a knife that Di Que sacrificed with his life. Li Tianlan has no doubt that the sudden burst of power of this knife can definitely bring Di Que back to his true peak, and even surpass his peak state.

Can you stop it?

Li Tianlan didn't know.

He had an extremely reluctant answer in his heart, reluctant and extremely vague.

He does not yet know the ultimate outcome of this answer.

But he was very clear that he was standing on the land of Beihai, every minute and every second, there would be no retreat.

Either move forward.

or die!

Li Tianlan raised the Xuanyuan Sword little by little in the silently rotating Heaven and Earth blade.

In the process of raising his arm, countless blood bloomed.

But his eyes were extremely calm, even dead silent.

Di Que was a little moved, but he didn't speak.

Xuanyuanjian's sword pointed at Di Que from afar, and the huge heartbeat was remembered without any haste, and Li Tianlan's voice was calm: "Please."

Di Que sighed slightly, looking at the surrounding world.

That was the Canglan River and Canglan Lake that he had watched for most of his life.

The vast North Sea is surging with turbulent waves.

He took one last look, with great love and nostalgia.

His two knives crossed, without any hesitation, across a distance of thousands of meters, his two knives directly slashed down.

The world fell silent for a moment.

Howling wind, messy and rushing water.

All sounds are completely lost.

In the completely silent real world, only the blooming saber light leaped over with an incomparably dazzling arc of light.

That flickering arc tore apart the world, and locked onto Li Tianlan with the strongest force and fastest speed.

in rotation.

in flying shot.

shrinking.

The thousands of meters long knife light shrunk countless times in an instant.

This knife is beyond the world.

This knife has never brought any damage to the world.

All the power, all the murderous intentions were concentrated on Li Tianlan, without the slightest waste.

Li Tianlan finally met the real Qianqiu.

A real sky knife.

The knife light that seemed to surpass everything was constantly spinning, carrying a clear taste of death.

The thirteen-story building, which lacked two swords, could not block this knife.

He couldn't stop the knife.

Death is near.

Li Tianlan's mind was blank.

For an instant, he seemed to forget everything.

He forgot the camp he had lived in since he was a child.

I forgot the Sword Twenty-Four that I have practiced since I was a child.

Forget about invincibility.

Forget about shadow play.

Forget the Emperor Dao Sword that Wang Xiaoyao traded to him.

He also forgot the notebook that the Master of the Samsara gave him when he was in Eastern Europe, which recorded all of Tianjiao's martial arts experience.

He gave up the Thirteenth Floor.

The eleven swords quickly overlapped in his hands, turning into Xuanyuan Feng.

The moment Xuanyuanfeng took shape, he was crushed by the invisible pressure emitted by the knife light in another moment.

Eleven swords fluttered around Li Tianlan in a chaotic manner, not even forming a sword formation.

The saber light approached Li Tianlan with unparalleled speed.

A smear of whiteness appeared in front of Li Tianlan's eyes.

It was the cold and dead polar region.

There are mountains and plains, only ice and snow.

What he thought of was the three years he had traveled thousands of miles.

Every exploration, every thought, every success, every thought in his three years.

Long way to go.

Step by step, the footprints kept replaying in his mind.

The knife light rushed over a distance of thousands of meters, and approached Li Tianlan with a grim smile of death.

Li Tianlan stretched out his hand casually.

The sword intent was mighty and mighty, soaring straight into the sky in an instant.

Countless sword lights erupted hysterically in an inconceivable way in an instant.

Heaven-cutting style.

shattered style.

split empty.

Breaking the sea.

This is his own way of swordsmanship.

Sword Qi layer upon layer.

His sword light is constantly changing, like reincarnation.

Sword twenty-four's sword light kept flying.

The power belonging to the Seal of Immortality surged out in the sword light.

Nine empty endless.

In an instant, Li Tianlan's whole body became the way of the sword.

All-inclusive swordsmanship.

Countless rays of light took shape in the instant that Jiukong burst out endlessly.

That is the sword light of Shushan.

Nirvana Sword Intent, Phantom Sword Intent, Taixu Sword Intent, Yin-Yang Sword Intent.

That is the sword light of Yao Chi.

Flying immortals outside the sky, unparalleled in all ways, and a white rainbow that breaks the sky.

That is the domain of the City of Sighs.

It is useless.

It is the Nine Nether Jedi of Kunlun City.

It is the imperial sword of the Wang family of Beihai.

It is the Haifeng Yujian of the Haifeng Yujian style.

Countless sword lights.

is all things.

It is also the simplest sword.

Dozens of hundreds of sword intents gathered together in an extremely chaotic manner.

Li Tianlan himself didn't know what kind of sword this was.

But this is his strongest style.

It is what he has learned all his life.

is all his.

Di Que's saber light was subtle and light.

Li Tianlan was surrounded by light.

Colorful, there are days and nights.

Day and night alternate.

Li Tianlan grabbed Xuanyuan Feng's sword hilt.

Like some kind of reincarnation, but also like some kind of continuation.

All of a sudden, the eleven swords surrounding Li Tianlan shone with unparalleled elegance.

Jinghong, Bise, Yinyue, Broken Heart, Donghuang, Shadow, Judgment, Twilight, End of the World, Void.

Ten exquisite little swords vibrated at the same time.

Li Tianlan Xuanyuan Sword.

He seemed to want to stab forward.

But the feeling in the dark made him let go of his palm.

In the silent world where day and night alternate, Li Tianlan appeared one after another.

Every Li Tianlan was perfectly integrated with a small sword.

Li Tianlan stood on the spot, and let go of his hands.

ten swords.

Ten shadows.

Xuanyuan Sword.

Everything flew out of Li Tianlan's hands.

The gloomy sky ushered in eternal night in an instant.

The night is long.

Xuanyuanjian reorganized with everything and became Xuanyuanfeng.

Xuanyuanfeng pierced the sky like a shooting star.

At the end of the island, Xia Zhi's body shook violently. She looked at the sword light with incredible eyes.

This may be a scene that countless people in the dark world are very familiar with.

The meteor-like sword shines with sword light.

Like a moment.

Like eternity.

Dreamlike.

Instant reincarnation.

The light of the knife that could tear apart instantly shattered in front of Xuanyuan Feng.

The moment the blade light shattered, Xuanyuanfeng's gigantic sword had leaped over a thousand meters, and pierced through Di Que's chest in an instant!

Blood crazily spilled down.

Everything is too fast.

Fast as a hallucination.

Di Que lowered his head, looked at the sword edge on his chest, and opened his eyes wide.

Li Tianlan appeared next to Di Que, holding the hilt of his sword.

There was no triumphant look on his face.

Nor was there any peace.

At this moment, Li Tianlan's eyes and face were all blank.

"This... this is..."

Di Que's voice was extremely difficult.

Li Tianlan laughed.

His smile is a little crazy, a little self-deprecating, with a little inexplicable and bewildered.

Facing that kind of Qianqiu.

He gave up the Thirteenth Floor.

gave up everything.

He used his own way of the sword.

Based on his own kendo, he imitated countless known sword intents.

At that moment Li Tianlan didn't think about anything, he only thought about the sword, his own sword, the most powerful sword, and didn't think about the future sword.

He himself didn't know what the sword would look like.

But at this moment, the answer is extremely clear.

This sword pierced directly through Di Que's chest.

An extremely unfamiliar sword, yet extremely familiar.

Li Tianlan's eyes were extremely bitter.

He didn't expect that his full-strength sword would be such a sword.

Such a sword had leapt over Murmans not long ago, piercing through the Sword Emperor's chest like an eternal light.

It is this sword.

Exactly the same sword.

This was Li Tianlan's full-strength explosion.

It is his own sword.

This is...

Thirteenth floor.