No matter how fast or slow his speed was, the shadow stayed in that position, and it seemed very relaxed.

Xiwang Sun's face turned even paler.

He looked behind the side and saw that it was empty, nothing.

It turned out that the man was on it.

Xiwangsun didn't look up.

He suddenly changed direction and flew towards the bottom of the Void, hoping to enter the cloud before the other could make a move.

The shadow did not change, still following him, walking on the surface of the white clouds.

Seeing that he was about to leave the virtual realm, the slightly flowing clouds were close in front of him, and the king of the West seemed to see hope.

He soon realized that hope was vain.

The shadow on the white cloud suddenly stretched out and became elongated, like a sword.

The sword composed of shadows left the surface of the clouds and rolled towards the body of the West Wangsun, like the flame of the soul fire of the underworld, and like the tongue of a turtle.

Xiwang Sun roared, ignoring the injury, forced out all the true elements in his body, and sped up his speed, wanting to escape from Shengtian.

But where in heaven and earth is there anything faster than a shadow?

He only needs to give the child an oil lamp, and he can use his finger to leave a shadow on the distant city wall, and then make the shadow move faster than Jingyang Zhenren's sword.

The shadow of the sword fell on the body of the Western King Sun, and then, like a real rope, rolled him up in it and lifted him upside down in the sky.

Xiwang Sun knew that the gap with the other party's realm was too big, so he gave up resistance and looked at the sky.

The sky above the Void has no color, like transparent glass, which reflects the sunlight and is incomparably bright.

There is a dark shadow in the bright world.

Even if the background is a vast sky.

The figure still looked extremely tall.

Looking at that figure, the last trace of the will of the West King Sun also melted and the snow melted, and he said the other party's name like a groan.

"Willow Words ......"

Then a self-deprecating and bitter smile appeared on his face.

Not wronged.

It's not wronged.

There is nothing to disagree with.

The two Heavenly Realm giants shot one after another.

Who would dare to disagree?

......

......

Tianshou Mountain.

The rainstorm has stopped.

Pei Yuan had quietly returned to the cave, ready to take out the treasures that had been hidden for many years and leave.

He thought to himself that he was the master of the torture hall and the elder brother of the sect master, who would dare to stop me?

Suddenly, the sound of swords sounded in the mountains, summoning all the people to go to the front of the temple to discuss matters.

Pei Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to ignore it, but he felt the mountain gate formation that was obviously a little slaughtered, and he was a little hesitant.

In the end, he still didn't dare to break into the mountain gate, gritted his teeth and hid the treasure back into the depths of the cave, and returned to the square in front of the palace with his sword.

The disciples of the Wu'en Sect were very excited, even if they were soaking wet, they were still discussing the previous picture.

The door of the hall slowly opened, and Pei Baifa's figure appeared.

Everyone knelt down on one knee and saluted loudly: "Meet the master!"

Pei Baifa slowly walked through the thirteen stone steps.

The crane reliefs between the stone steps are more lifelike after being washed by the rain.

Sen Ran's sword intent swirled around his body.

His footsteps fell, and cracks formed in the ground.

The sword intent gradually converged.

It was quiet in front of the temple.

Without waiting for the doorman to ask, Pei Baifa said indifferently: "What I want to kill is the West Wangsun." ”

Everyone knew that it was a big man from the Xihai Sword Sect, and it was said that he was the junior brother of the Sword West, and they couldn't help but be very surprised, excited and a little worried.

The sect master's previous sword was indeed the supreme divine power of the Tongtian Realm, but as soon as you left the customs, you were about to start a war against the Western Sea Sword Sect?

Thinking about this, they were naturally not afraid of war with the West Sea, but they were a little worried about the body of the door master.

After the battle with the Sword God, the eyes of the master of the gate can no longer see.

The outside world never knew about it, but they knew it.

The elder asked, somewhat uncertain, "Is the thief dead?"

Pei Baifa didn't answer this question and said, "You go to Bailu Academy and burn it down." ”

He still didn't tell everyone that the Yuntai of the Xihai Sword Sect was the general altar of the Immortal Forest.

Pei Yuan finally couldn't help it and asked, "What's wrong?"

Pei Baifa looked at him in the crowd and said, "What do you say?"

Knowing that he couldn't see himself, Pei Yuan's feeling was a little weird.

"Someone told me back then that a man of heaven is virtuous and trustworthy, and that he is a blind man, so it doesn't hurt to see him. ”

Pei Baifa said: "I believed his words, went to the White Deer Academy, and then became a blind man myself, so what's the problem with burning it there now?"

Because of the past, he wanted to burn down the White Deer Academy today, so what would happen to that person?

Pei Baifa was only halfway through his words, and Pei Yuan ran out of the valley and fled.

Suddenly, a streak of blood rushed out.

His right leg was neatly severed from his knee, as if it had been severed by a sword.

Pei Baifa looked at him in the distance expressionlessly, his pale eyes exuding a devouring luster.

Pei Yuan shouted in pain, got up from the ground, and jumped forward with his left foot, the picture looked a little funny, but it was even more terrifying.

Immediately afterward, his left foot was broken at the ankle.

Pei Yuan couldn't go anymore, and he couldn't even jump.

He sat in a pool of blood and let out a desperate cry.

"I never thought my brother would betray himself, even though you have always been such a stupid and ridiculous person. ”

Pei Baifa looked at him expressionlessly and said, "It turns out that I have been blind for many years before I was really blind. ”

......

......

The small sword flew back from behind the cliff, and the bright mirror of the sword reflected the picture between the cliffs.

Dusty green trees, mottled bloodstains, pale faces, more and more tears in the robes.

Liu knelt in front of the old scholar at the age of ten, looking very sad.

That sword intent destroyed all life.

He likes this senior very much, because the other party has helped him a lot and has been with him for a long time.

But the old scholar never told his story, and even today Liu didn't know his surname was Yan until he was ten years old.

"If you have any wishes, please tell me, and as long as I live, I will help you do it. ”

He looked at the old scholar and said.

The old scholar shook his head.

Liu Shisui was a little anxious and said, "You are about to die, why do you still refuse to say it?"

The old scholar did not answer this question, and said: "After I die, someone will know, and then come here to check, you must leave as soon as possible, otherwise there will be danger." ”

Yoo didn't understand what he meant.

"This pen is for you. ”

The old scholar handed him the pen and said with emotion: "Don't show up until this turmoil completely stops, the world is too chaotic." ”

The Guancheng pen is the treasure of a Mao Zhai.

He just casually gave Liu ten years old.

Liu took it solemnly at the age of ten.

The old scholar asked, "The last thing I want to know is, before we left here that year, you went to the woods to solve the problem, did you go to hide the first son sword?"

Liu Shi-year-old said, "Yes." ”

"Interesting, I hope Xiwangsun won't feel dirty. ”

The old scholar laughed and said, "I have another sentence, people are about to die, and they have a lot to say. ”

Liu cried at the age of ten and said, "I have a lot of words. ”

"You have demon fire, and your body is hot, so don't be too enthusiastic about doing things in the future, it's easy to burn yourself. ”

The old scholar looked at him and said very seriously: "Even if you can't burn to death, it's uncomfortable if your heart is too hot, just like I am now." ”

He turned on the fan and began to fan it.

The wind fell on him, blowing away his clothes and body, and flew up like ashes.

He faded away.