There are nearly 10,000 demon people and guards under the Fusang tree, and naturally there are tens of thousands of eyes.

At this moment, every eye was staring at the half-collapsed Qinglong Giant Hall, near or far, doubtful or worried or urgent. However, this silence did not last long, and the Blue Dragon Giant Hall lost its color strangely.

That's a process.

Golden bricks, yellow draperies, white lacquer steps, carved beams and paintings, and resplendent gold...... Inside and outside the entire Blue Dragon Giant Hall, all the colors were covered with a gray color like a memory.

It was like a piece of green smoke, a dark cloud, swallowing the green dragon giant hall and then invading towards the Fusang tree.

So the three alien races and the white tiger demon handsome were shrouded, the prince, princess and the old lady and other courtiers on the broad platform were shrouded, and the prime minister Ji Meng and many cloud palace guards below were shrouded...... None of the countless demon people around Sun Moon Lake were able to escape, and even the four giant halls, the towering Fusang tree, and even the entire Baili Cloud Palace turned gray.

The colorless, tasteless, and formless void realm centered on the Green Dragon Palace, stretching for ten miles.

Then the wind rises at the end of Qingping, sweeping over the water surface of Sun Moon Lake and rippling ripples, lifting the robe, stirring the hair, facing the sky, blowing the rustling of the Fusang tree.

Someone began to exclaim, "That's a sword." ”

Inexplicably shrouded in the colorless and odorless space realm, hundreds of people under the Fusang tree were inevitably terrified. This exclamation immediately attracted all eyes.

People looked at each other and saw a sword floating above the top of the Blue Dragon Giant Hall.

That was the first sword.

As the saying goes, one life is two, two is three, and three is everything. When the first sword appeared, it was like a copy...... More and more colorless swords emerge into the void.

It is so dense that it can no longer be described by specific numbers. Because it's more than a thousand swords, ten thousand swords, even a hundred thousand swords.

In the void at the top of the Blue Dragon Giant Palace, there were millions of swords levitating.

Those swords hung above people's heads like clouds, and all the people of the demon clan who watched were stunned and panicked.

"What kind of means is this?"

The demon clan boy Lin Twelve was extremely frightened.

Thinking that if he was suspended by a million swords when he encountered a Sword Pavilion disciple outside the Sword Casting City, not to mention the tens of thousands of demon clan troops, even if it was ten times more, I am afraid that all of them would become unjust souls under the sword.

Also surprised and frightened, there were also the courtiers such as Prime Minister Ji Meng and the old lady. Even the first three cultivators of the Giant Hall were unfathomable aliens, and they were secretly impressed.

In fact, it is not that no one knows the origin of a million swords.

The princess Huang'er on the Qinglong Broad Platform not only knew that the million swords came from the hands of Muyun Sword City, but also knew that the colorless and tasteless space realm that shrouded the Cloud Palace for ten miles was the sword ban of Luo Changfeng Ten Miles.

The fact that these two people were able to cooperate in the attack shows that the blow did not cause serious life-threatening injuries to the two of them.

She was also a little at ease.

Huang'er exhaled deeply, sank her heart, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

At this moment, the million swords that hung in the air above the Blue Dragon Giant Hall suddenly moved.

As if a strong wind had blown the hanging sword, the sword began to sway and tremble.

Immediately after that, a low and hoarse sword sound came from the half-collapsed Qinglong Palace, falling into the ears of everyone in the demon clan, and millions of swords were summoned, and finally the power was extraordinary, and the sword rain flew like a torrent of swords, all stabbing towards the Qinglong Giant Palace!

Suddenly, a cloud of smoke and dust rose from the ruins!

……

After Bai Zhiqiu, the gentleman who cultivated the Five Hundred Years Saint, left the Broken World in the Mirror Edge, he appeared on a certain street in the southern border city of the Zhongzhou Imperial League.

He was white-robed and white-haired, and he was still holding the book he brought from the backyard of the Dragon Gate Inn.

He walked to a tea shop and asked for a bowl of tea. By the time the tea shop owner turned around after collecting the bowls, he had walked dozens of miles away.

He obviously walked very leisurely, but the earth and mountains under his feet rushed to his feet.

There was a river in front of him, and he lifted his feet and fell, not across the river, but across a mountain. After a dozen breaths like this, he appeared silently in front of the door of the Seven Tea House.

The guard guarding the door looked at the white-robed old man, suspicious and couldn't help but admire.

As the leading businessmen in Tiannan, although they are guarding the door, they have also seen many people of all kinds. However, what he has seen and heard in his poor life, there is no one in his mind who can compare with the earthly temperament of this white-robed and white-haired old man.

Bai Zhiqiu seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, smiled at the surprised two guards, and left.

He took another step out of the city.

The two guards in front of the door rubbed their eyes in astonishment.

Naturally, they couldn't see Bai Zhiqiu's back again, even if they ran out of the city, because Bai Zhiqiu had already come to the foot of the six hundred miles of Jueyun Ridge in the next moment.

Jiang Manlou was the first to find the white-clothed figure.

He patted his cheek in disbelief, and then got up in a daze: "Before, senior?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Xiangqi and Yue turned around, shocked and inexplicable.

The white-clothed sword frowned slightly. He didn't know Bai Zhiqiu, but he was terrified that the latter would not be able to spy on the strength of his cultivation as deep as the ocean.

The white-clothed sword floated and asked, "...... is he?"

Jiang Manlou swallowed his saliva: "The person who can fight with the Demon Emperor at his peak." ”

Two words suddenly poured out of the sword's mind.

Sage!

Mo Xiangqi couldn't wait to ask: "Senior, my grandfather ......"

Mr. Bai Zhiqiu, who was holding a volume of miscellaneous talk with his hands behind his back, touched Mo Xiangqi's head, and his demeanor was somewhat similar to that of the old man Tianji in the past: "Don't worry." ”

Bai Zhiqiu raised his head and looked at Jueyunling: "I'll go and meet the old man for a while." ”

His voice had not completely dissipated, and his back was nowhere to be seen.

Looking at today, there are really few old people in the world who can make Bai Zhiqiu call him an old man, and it is worth traveling hundreds of thousands of miles to meet for a while.

Perhaps except for the Demon Emperor who failed to kill with Emperor Yutian in the Emperor's Mausoleum ten years ago, there is no one left.

Bai Zhiqiu appeared under the gate of the Baili Cloud Palace with his hands in his hands, looking at the magnificent Cloud Palace that was still the same for thousands of years, and felt a lot of emotion.

He walked toward the city gates.

The Giant Spirit Patriarch and the countless people around him were shocked.

The guards at the head of the city seemed to be unkind, and hurriedly commanded the crossbowmen to be vigilant: "Who is coming?

Bai Zhiqiu ignored it, because those Cloud Palace guards hadn't had time to release their arrows, and he had already appeared in front of the Vermilion Bird Gate of the Four Elephant Palace.

The leaders of the Qinghong Luanwei who had just mixed in, Yin You and Gong Sha, suddenly noticed that there was someone behind them, and the two of them turned around together, but found that there was nothing, and frowned suspiciously.

Bai Zhiqiu was like a gust of wind drifting past the eyes of countless people, and then condensed his figure and stood under the Qinglong broad platform.

No one noticed him, and like all the demon people around Sun Moon Lake, he was also looking at the ruins of the Green Dragon Giant Hall where countless swords were inserted into him.

……

Finally the smoke cleared.

In the ruins of the sword mountain, two figures stood side by side.

Luo Changfeng and Muyun Sword City looked a little embarrassed.

The two of them looked in a certain direction of the ruins together, and they never dared to relax for half a minute.

There was silence under the Fuso tree.