Han Qinglie was hidden by the layers of ice and snow, looking at the white clothes in the dark, and a war knife that trembled the world appeared. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, he saw the proud thin figure again, the young man who vowed to pass on the name of the sword in his hand to the boundless land.

"Perhaps, the choice of the source master back then was right, and only he could come this far. Han Qinglie sighed softly.

In terms of talent, he is better than the other party.

In terms of cultivation resources, he is superior to the other party.

However, when he saw the stunning knife in the world, Han Qinglie knew it.

In this 20-year competition, I lost after all.

If you fight head-on, you may not lose, but in terms of "heart" choice, you have lost, and you have been losing for 20 years.

However, he still won't regret his choice back then, because he knows his own heart.

There is no invincible method in this world, only the most suitable path for yourself.

Between heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

This knife was finally pulled out.

At this moment, the stars were discolored, and the mountains and rivers trembled.

Jiang Han put down the scabbard and held the knife in his right hand, like a dragon entering the sea, like a tiger roaring in the valley, wanting to bloom this amazing light.

Jiang Zheng looked at the sky from afar, the majestic phantom in the glacier, the fleeting snow lotus, slashed down.

At this moment, there is no need for words, no longer need to render, all the thoughts and thoughts are all in this knife.

In the dark night, the sword intent is unique, cutting through all ice and snow, and killing all illusions.

The knife cuts the world, only the source, this knife that has been hidden for five years!

The world has been completely obscured by this terrible sword.

Han Qinglie sighed softly, in his opinion, this was just Jiang Zheng's death struggle

In this world, among cultivators, there is never a shortage of geniuses, and those who have overstepped the ranks and overcome have been, which can be described as geniuses.

Those who cross the border and overcome are rare, and they can be called peerless figures.

As for fighting across the two realms, there are those who dare to shoot, those who can survive, and there are those who can win.

However, Han Qinglie has only been seen in the classics.

....

It was a blue and ink-colored knife, and the name of the knife was cold!

It was no more than four feet long, facing the cold, breaking through the white snow and cutting through the layers of fog.

This knife is terrifyingly fast!

The moment it was unsheathed, but the slightest chill formed a terrifying blood-colored silk in an instant, and then swept the world, converging into an overwhelming sword, condensing to form the ultimate knife.

"Tian Yuan gathers the sea, mortal weapons, and dares to slash at the immortals of the earth. The old man's shout resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The light of the ice and snow lotus rose greatly, and when it met with the extreme sword, it finally collided together.

Wow!

The ice and snow lotus flower cracked, and a dazzling and endless brilliance flashed away.

The blade that was as thin as a cicada's wings disappeared in a flash, cutting open this world!

I saw that the ice and snow lotus flower dissipated into nothingness, and only the thin and bright blood-colored brilliance that flashed away, leaving a trace that was clearly visible to the naked eye in the void of heaven and earth, and it did not disperse for a long time.

This knife blocked the snow lotus, but the next moment.

"Poof!"

Jiang Zheng's tall body went soft, and he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and there were faint traces of blood on his body.

Obviously, this knife consumed too much of his life potential.

Although he realized this knife, he still lacked the three years of work after all, and in order to shorten the three years of exercises, he spent three hundred years of life.

This is the price, the price of the transcendent slashing immortals.

In the sky, the ice and snow lotus dissipated, but the glacial world was still the same.

In the end, Jiang Zheng's sword intent condensed in this life, and it only killed the old man's one-blow attack and killing power.

"You can be proud of yourself if you block me with an ice lotus flower from Tianyuan, but let's end it!" the old man sighed softly, and his voice came, with regret, coldness, and boundless killing intent.

"Pong"

Between heaven and earth, it gathered again into an ice lotus and fell suddenly.

Jiang Han's eyes widened, trying his best to break free from his father's restraints, he knew that his father couldn't stop it, but it didn't have the slightest effect, he couldn't break free, he could only watch the snow lotus fall.

Even, he couldn't make a sound.

"Hey!" Han Qinglie sighed softly.

Jiang Zheng watched the snow lotus fall, the bloodshot at the corner of his mouth quietly dissipated, turned his head slightly, looked at Jiang Han and showed a smile, as if he was asking for something, and seemed to be comforting something.

Immediately, he looked at Han Qingwei, who was also smiling.

"Whew!"

The ice lotus fell, like a snowflake falling, seemingly slowly, but in fact, it came instantly, falling on Jiang Zheng's forehead.

"Peng!"

In Jiang's usual expression, the snow lotus melted into his forehead, and a trace of blood appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and then the whole person slammed on the bluestone ground, and there was no breath at all.

Immediately afterwards, a big ice and snow hand formed out of thin air, converged into a landing, and directly grabbed Han Qingwei, who looked flat next to him and gently closed her eyes, and gently dragged it, flew towards the sky, and disappeared from view in an instant.

Only a tear, silently falling, dripping to the ground.

Such an ending was expected by the couple a long time ago.

"Lie'er, go!" A cold voice full of old age rumbled and spread throughout the world.

Han Qinglie's face was complicated, he looked at Jiang Zheng, who fell to the ground and died, and then looked at his sluggish nephew, and sighed in his heart.

With a 'boom', the whole person rose into the sky and disappeared into the martial arts arena of Jiang's Villa.

Then the stars in the dark night disappeared, and the majestic figure disappeared into the void, and the heaven and earth returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.

That knife, no matter how amazing it is, is just a knife.

Some things, no matter how much they struggle, are also in vain.

The terrifying coercion dissipated, but Jiang Han's whole person softened, crawled to his father's body, trembled and stretched out his hand, and then tears continued to flow out.

"Peng!" the endless waves of blood-colored qi dissipated,

"Father, dead?" Jiang Han's whole body trembled.

People only know their preciousness when they lose it.

Jiang Han experienced too many intrigues in his previous life and suffered endless torture in hell, so in this life, he cherished his parents very much, and he enjoyed the warmth of his parents who cared about him and cared about him.

Since he was a child, he told himself that he would work hard to grow up, to be stronger than his father as soon as possible, and not to let his father take risks to hunt the big demon, and he also vowed to become a strong man on this earth.

Not only for the pursuit of his previous life, but also for his parents, he hopes that he can be proud of himself, and he hopes that the person closest to him in this life can be happy and happy.

Therefore, after five years of crazy cultivation, he practiced swords to become a demon.

And now, everything is ruined!

"Ahh

A heart-rending feeling filled his mind.