The Path Toward Heaven

That sword light enters into anything, and can cut off the connection between all the details inside the thing, in other words, shredding.

Theoretically, the moment Jian Guang left the body of Bai Zhenren, she should have become a fragment and died.

But this did not happen, because at the moment when the sword light entered her palm, a very bright golden mang lit up deep in her eyes.

The sword light seemed to encounter some kind of barrier in her body, and eventually only penetrated her arm, and brought out the blood-like flower of the tent.

Bai Zhenren turned like a cloud, drifted into the blood rain, and disappeared.

It seemed that she had used the last master card so that she could avoid the killing.

The moment before she disappeared, the sun lit her face, and she could see something different.

The sword light broke through the waves and returned to the sky above Tongtianjing, showing the shape of Jingjiu.

He looked to the southeast, and there was a flash of Jianmang in his eyes, and he saw the faint breath fluctuating in the sunlight, and turned it into a swordlight again.

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Whether it is Jing Jiu, who is incarnation of Jianguang, or Baizhenren who is holding Xianxian, they are the most extreme combat power in this world.

Unless the White-Blade Fairy is resurrected, or Xueji returns, Cao Yuan will not be able to find such a strong person in the world.

Only they are eligible to chase each other. In fact, they also successfully injured each other once in a very short time, but they do not know who will win the final victory.

Bai Zhenren plunged into the sky, Jian Guang chased after him, and the East China Sea returned to quiet again.

The breeze blew, the blue curtain floated slightly, and then cracked into numerous fragments, exposing the face of the man in the car.

Master Shui Yuezhen looked like an ordinary and beautiful girl.

At this time, her face was a little pale and blood was on the corners of her lips. She should have received a minor injury in order to catch the palm of Bai Zhenren.

Only in this way can we find a first-line opportunity to sneak attack on Baizhenren.

In the early morning, the Jianguang searched for Baizhen in the world, and once stopped by the East China Sea.

It was then that Tong Yan set up this sneak attack plan for Jing Jiu.

After that, Jing Jiu returned to Yunmengshan to hear the words of Kirin, went to Wuenmen, and was successfully attacked by Bai Zhenren.

Tong Yan looked at the heavily damaged blue curtain sedan and asked, "Is the Lord okay?"

Master Shuiyue looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you know how bad your reputation is in the practice world?"

Tong Yan calmly said, "I know."

He was once a genius disciple of the Zhongzhou School, but suddenly betrayed the mountain gate and disappeared without a trace.

It was not until these years that the practice world knew that he had actually switched to the Aoyama Sect.

But these are not really important. For a big man like Shui Yuezhang, Tong Yan is unpleasant, and even faintly fearful.

For example, when Bai Zhenren fell from the sky, his pale face and helpless eyes ...

"How did it feel to lie to your former master?" Asked Master Shuiyue, with some complex emotions.

Tong Yan thought for a while, but said nothing.

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The tomb of the former dynasty is at the deepest part of Tianshou Mountain. When Tianguang came here through a dozen holes broken by Jingjiu, it became very dim.

White jade coffin has become covered with snow debris.

A middle-aged man with a clear face and a magnificent look looked at the tortoise shell that was slightly cracked in his hand, and gave out an unspeakable sigh.

He looked like a scholar admiring the snow and preparing to chant a poem.

But the bright yellow royal robe, the faint majesty and real imperial radiance that naturally emanated, showed that his true identity was by no means so simple.

He is Emperor Xiao.

Descendants of the former dynasty.

The real turmoil of the world hundreds of years ago.

The last swordsman on the rising continent.

He also has a companion who is a real peacemaker, and can be said to be a military division.

With heaven and earth as the furnace, the world's smoke is extinct, which is the bureau he set up with the real people of Taiping.

This bureau seemed to be magnificent and rough, but it was very fine. He calculated it for more than a hundred years at Daze before finalizing all the details.

However, the real person of Taiping died in Qingshan Yinfeng.

Seeing hundreds of years of painstaking effort turned into a bubble, Bai Zhenren appeared.

"I'm not alone."

Emperor Xiao sighed and walked towards the tomb.

Countless imperial spirits also scattered towards the outside of the mausoleum, slightly driving his imperial robes, followed by a chilling overcast wind.

How can I not be sighed?

Buried here is his ancestors.

Outside the tomb main temple, Emperor Xiao looked back at the plaque on the temple and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Wuenmen dare to take the ancestor's tomb as the mountain gate, then it should be destroyed.

Hundreds of years ago, he launched his first revenge on the whole world.

That time he failed.

Will it fail this time?

"who are you?"

A sound sounded below the stone steps.

Emperor Xiao turned and looked.

A young man stood under a tree, his face was so ordinary, so was his breath.

The light and shadow of Tianguang cut by the leaves fell on his face, without adding a sense of mystery, but looking a bit funny.

The young man was wearing a gown with no grace, and a sword was tied around his waist.

Emperor Xiao took Baizhen to sneak into Tianshou Mountain, but Jing Jiu broke in directly. In addition, the tomb was broken and the emperor was vented, and the Fengshan Formation will inevitably generate perception.

Elders and disciples who want to come to Wuenmen should wake up one after another and leave the retreat.

It's just that I don't know why, this young disciple of low status came here first.

"It's pitiful that we haven't seen a glimmer of sky for a hundred years.

Emperor Xiao looked at the young disciple of Wuenmen and said with emotion, "I have to say that heaven and earth are truly public, and you insist that heaven and earth are ungrateful.

At that time, Pei Baifa was killed by the sword **** of the West Sea. Wu Enmen didn't have the sky, so he closed the mountain.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the closure of Wushanmen is still not over, which can only indicate that they have not ushered in a strong heavenly power.

In this case, naturally, Emperor Xiao did not have any worry. He walked down the stone steps and walked towards the mountain without looking at the young disciple under the tree.

"We did seal the mountain for 100 years, but that does not mean that we can be humiliated."

The young disciple disciple unbuttoned the sword tied around his waist and watched his voice tremble.

He was awkward in sword-swapping, very unskilled, and apparently had little experience fighting with people.

Emperor Xiao stopped, looked at the young man under the tree, and said with a smile, "Little guy, are you going to choke me to death with this sword?"

Holding a sword in your hand, no matter how many sword flowers can be drawn and how many moves can be made, that is the category of mortals.

The discouraged disciple was a little nervous.

More than a hundred years ago, he was a very ordinary boy in Yujun County, and was discovered by an immortal teacher to be quite talented, bringing Tianshou Mountain.

Who would have thought that as soon as he entered the mountain gate, he brought a set of clothes, a sword, and an introductory sword scripture, and a lot of great things happened in the gate.

Suddenly the head of the gate went out, and then the master didn't know how to die. Then ... the head of the gate died, and then Fengshan was closed.

Master's status in the Shanmen is very high, but to be honest, his disposition is really bad, so he is not too sad about Master's death, and is more at a loss.

What's more daunting is that after Zongmen Fengshan, the elders and the brothers went to their respective Dongfu retreats, but no one paid attention to him.

Only then did he realize that Master's death might not be glorious.

In fact, before closing the mountain, he had one last chance to leave, but I don't know why he stayed.

Without his own cave house, he lived in the value room next to the main hall. Fortunately, there were a lot of goblins and spar in the gate, so there was no need to worry about starvation or spiritual practice ... The problem is that he doesn't know how to practice.

He had only a set of clothes, a sword, and an entry sword.

So he took the sword and practiced it for more than 100 years.

As for the clothes, they were carefully stored after he was cleaned.

Until today, he was awakened by the movements in the mausoleum and knew that the enemy was coming. Then he re-dressed that suit and fastened the sword to the main hall.

He has seen the British capital flying with Tongmen Yujian, knowing that his realm is very low, and if he wants to come, he knows that even if he has practiced the sword classic for another thousand years, he can go great.

But at this time, the teacher and his colleagues did not wake up, only he was alone, and he had to stand up.

After emperor Xiao said that, he continued to walk outside the mountain.

He can fly at this time, but I don't know why he just left. Maybe he wants to see if the young discipleless disciple dares to pull his sword?

The discouraged disciple swallowed a little nervously, rushed towards Emperor Xiao with a sword in his hand.

Emperor Xiao's Yu Guangli saw a very strange picture, his pupils could not help shrinking.

The discipleless disciple had apparently moved, but seemed to be standing still.

It was only his figure that moved.

In other words, the discipleless disciple was too quick to bring out a residual image in the shade!

He sang softly.

The sword penetrated into the side of Emperor Xiao's abdomen, and then came out from the other side.

Blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword, staining the bright yellow royal robe slightly.

Emperor Xiao frowned slightly, not knowing whether it was pain or thinking.

"who are you?"

He looked at the young discouraged disciple and asked with incredible emotion.

"I ... I don't know."

The expression of the discouraged disciple was flustered, and seemed to be more incredible than Emperor Xiao.

I just showed the first form of the Introductory Sword Scriptures, how did I get into this person's body?

I don't know if it was too incredible, or if the picture in front of him was fake, he unconsciously pulled out the sword.

Emperor Xiao slowly sat on the ground, sighed at the sword injury on his body, and lowered his head with some weakness.

The overcast wind blew out of the main hall and fell on the disciple of the discouraged door.

He could only hear a rattling sound, his clothes suddenly cracked, and turned into countless tapes, just like this.

After more than a hundred years, even if this dress was left carefully, it was already rotten.

On the contrary ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The sword in his hand has been sharpened for more than a hundred years, and has become thinner, but it is extremely sharp.

No matter how sharp a sword is, it is impossible to kill someone like Emperor Xiao. It is this swordless disciple who killed him.

For more than a hundred years, this disciple disciple has repeatedly practiced that introductory sword scripture. When it comes to the simplicity of the sword, even Jiujiu is not as good as him.

The power of time proves its greatness in different directions.

The disciple disciple holding a sword and looking at Emperor Xiao sitting on the ground felt very confused. Who was this person? Is it one of those former emperors in the mausoleum that was conserved by the filthy atmosphere for thousands of years, resulting in a corpse change? How else could it be so stiff and so slow?

The dark wind brought a cloth belt on his shoulder and touched Emperor Xiao's body gently.

A bang.

Emperor Xiao then dispersed, and the bright yellow dragon robe shattered into countless pieces of cloth, fell into the yellow leaves of the mountain, and was rolled by the autumn wind, so they could no longer distinguish each other.