The head of Wudang, rush to the void!

Shaolin abbot, Xuan Bei!

Taoist robes, monks' robes, dancing in the wind.

The two stopped and looked at the young man in the forest, the young man held the knife, the knife was an evil knife, and the person was the little uncle of the Qingcheng faction.

The man is in front of the demon girl, and the knife is also there.

Shaolin Wudang, the one who holds the bull's ear in the rivers and lakes, so the two are ready to question.

But Xia Ji didn't seem to be ready to be questioned by them.

He stepped like a meteor, through the forest, alone, facing the Wuyue Sword Alliance, Shaolin Wudang, and walked directly over.

With a shake of the knife in his hand, the scabbard fell to the dirt.

The remnant sun is like blood.

The land was all bloody.

The scabbard fell to the ground, slanting diagonally.

The boy grabbed the scabbard in his hand and stepped forward.

"Amitabha..."

Xuan Bei said the Buddha's name, but he didn't finish speaking.

Xia Ji has already taken the knife.

People are like that.

are all standing on the opposite side, confirm the eyes, it is the enemy, then fight directly.

What nonsense?

Could it be that if you say that, your position will change?

If it can be changed, is it still called a position?

Xuan Bei shook his head, and the purple gold Zen staff in his hand was pointed out from afar, and it contained terrifying true qi, and the breath vibrate, making the rings on the Zen staff make overlapping trills.

"Great Compassion and Great Compassion Demon Meditation!"

The Zen staff is pointed, the golden ring is like a wind chime in the wind, making a sharp whistling, this style is Shaolin's purple mastery, the young people, the impure people, in the face of this stick, even the attention can not be done.

In this staff, there is a sonic attack.

It's as if the Buddha was in the clouds, looking down on the world, looking at the small challenger and asking, "Are you guilty"?

Xia Ji's lips moved, and his body became faster and faster.

Infinity into one.

The sword light was like a dream, passing through the whistling Buddha sound, directly against Xuan Bei's neck.

But at this time.

Chong Xuan shot again.

The circle of Tai Chi.

The sword turned into large and small circles, and the edges of each circle were filled with the danger of death.

Tai Chi Sword!

Onlookers watched the offensive at this moment.

Too fast.

It's also too unexpected.

No one thought that the head of Shaolin Wudang would actually besiege a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, even if he was the junior uncle of the Qingcheng faction.

And no one could guess how the disciple who insisted on entering the demon should face this blow.

Maybe he's strong.

Maybe he'll be able to face the head of the body.

But the sword that rushes to the void has no flaws, round, how can there be flaws?

So, they are not Xia Ji.

And Xia Ji's left hand scabbard was raised.

Chong Xudao's long pupils contracted slightly, and contracted sharply, and he saw a dream!

The scabbard simply and directly pierced the circle of Tai Chi, the deepest part of the crisis and murder.

Round break.

The sword breaks.

Everything is broken.

The scabbard rested quietly on Chongxu Dao's neck, while the black wooden knife rested on Xuan Bei's neck.

Between the lightning and flint, the three of them each made a move.

But the winner has been decided.

The surrounding crowd includes elite disciples of various sects, personal disciples, Shaolin bronze people, Wudang Taoists, and players, as well as the daughter of the Founder Group, Yan Li, and the holy aunt of the Demon Sect...

It's like freeze frame.

In the bamboo forest at sunset.

Xia Ji's hands were flat, and the knife and scabbard were each against the opponent's vital point, and the opponent's weapon had not even been fully attacked, and the move had not yet been formed.

His opponent is Taishan Beidou in the middle of the rivers and lakes.

The personal disciple of Songshan named Fei Qian was no longer convinced.

Be quiet.

It's quiet.

Xuan Bei suddenly said: "Amitabha, with the strength and talent of the donor, he should be the sword god in the world, but why commit himself to the Demon Sect?"

Xia Ji smiled and said calmly: "Demon Orthodox Sect, I don't care, I just want to take her away." ”

Chong Xuan Dao Zhan said lightly: "What you took away was not a woman, but the Holy Aunt of the Demon Sect. ”

The atmosphere was deadlocked.

Suddenly, dense footsteps sounded in the distance.

But it was the head of the Wuyue Sword Alliance who brought people here.

Huashan, Songshan, Hengshan, Hengshan, and Taishan were shocked by this scene.

The little junior sister of the Huashan faction looked at the familiar figure of "I was going to join my own sect at the beginning", and she was completely speechless...

Her mind went blank, and she felt it was a hallucination.

Xia Ji smiled suddenly: "That's it, I'm one against seven, you win, I'll go, I'll win, don't kill you, you retreat, how about it?"

Zuo Leng laughed, the sect master of the Wuyue Sword Alliance, and said, "How can the Qingcheng faction have such a mastery as you?"

Chong Xu, Xuan Bei glanced at each other.

The other party obviously meant that he was willing to let them go and fight again.

That...

If none of the seven of them can stop it, then this is destiny.

It's just that who is this young man who was born out of nowhere?

Xia Ji suddenly said: "Do you think it's stupid for me to let go of your two strongest masters and fight with you again, right?"

Daoist Chongxu confessed: "You can let our sect leave with the lives of the two of us. ”

Xia Ji shook his head: "No need. ”

With that, he withdrew his sword and slowly took a few steps back.

Xuan Bei looked at the five masters of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, this son's sword skills are already like a god." ”

Zuo Leng and the others naturally believed in Shaolin's teaching, and nodded one after another.

Six swords and a Zen staff slowly surrounded Xia Ji in the bamboo forest.

"Yaaa!!"

Charge.

Confrontation.

Seven masters against one person.

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are unimaginable, and the people on the periphery can't see it clearly.

"Hmph, hahahaha!!"

"Weak, too weak, you also call it swordsmanship, why can't you even take a knife from me?"

The confrontation lasted only a few seconds.

Xia Ji's knife had already stunned the four masters, Zuo Leng was cut off by his right hand with a knife, his face was in pain, he was half-kneeling on the ground, Chong Xu's left shoulder was pierced by his scabbard, blood stained his robe, and the knife was on Xuan Bei's neck for the second time.

Xia Ji laughed.

"It's so weak, it's so weak, I don't even have the slightest expectation. ”

Xuan was shocked.

Only then did he understand what kind of person the young man in front of him was.

Xia Ji slowly retracted his knife and beckoned to the stunned Holy Aunt in the distance, "Let's go." ”

The holy aunt came back to her senses and hurriedly followed, wanting to grab his hand and carry out her task, but her fingers moved, but she didn't dare...

The boy was as insane as he was.

One moment it was mild, the next it became violent.

At this time, the aura emanating from his body made her dare not touch him, and even dared to distance herself.

Xia Ji closed his eyes slightly.

You... After all, it's not Xiao Ning, nor is it Concubine Yuan.

If it were them, they wouldn't be afraid of me at all.

Xiao Ning would say, "Xia Ji, are you injured?"

Concubine Yuan would be silent, come up and quietly hold his hand, walk beside him, and then write down everyone who was hostile to him, and accompany him through this lonely journey with a haughty attitude.

But this holy aunt did not.

She may have been found, or perhaps it was a coincidence, and for some purpose.

After all, it is not necessarily difficult to find a woman who looks like this and speaks like this in a world.

But she, after all, is not Xiao Ning, Concubine Yuan.

It is impossible to leave any traces in his heart.

With such thoughts, he quickly cut off the special feelings for this woman in his heart.

It's just that it's cut off here.

For Xiao Ning and Concubine Yuan, I suddenly had wonderful thoughts.

But Xiao Ning and his own strength are already very different, and they are not people from the same world at all, so what about it?

The whereabouts of the concubine are unknown, probably in the River of Ashes...

Xia Ji put away his violence, and his expression revealed a gentle gloom.

...

The two left the small bamboo forest.

As promised.

The palace master of the Yama Palace, Cui Xie, appeared.

He directly took Xia Ji to the secret realm.

Arrived at the secret realm.

Xia Ji saw the legendary first beauty in the rivers and lakes "Meng Yuhuan".

The two exchanged a little.

Meng Yuhuan directly summoned Huo Jing and the others out of the labyrinth, and then let them return to the game...

Xia Ji thanked him, but he had the appearance of a beauty, but in fact, it was the curse of "Meng Po" and smiled: "Bai Yan Luo has already told me when he sent you here, so please play as you like, because nothing will hurt you here, except... The dragon god of the Sword God Canyon.

And everything in the game, we won't ask questions, Mentor, and I hope you have a great year. ”

In the mist, the palace with a huge bronze door opens.

Cui Xie said goodbye to Xia Ji, and gave another metal token, "Xia Jun can drip blood into the token at any time if necessary." ”

The token was carved with textures, and it seemed to be an unknown formation.

Cui Xie's expression was very sincere.

The holy aunt greeted her with a smile.

But Xia Ji only responded politely.

Politeness is distance.

Distance was born.

The Holy Aunt turned pale.

Xia Ji didn't need to hide anything, he unloaded his equipment, revealing his original appearance.

With black hair like a snake, the scorching sun burning and twisting on his forehead, a pale white cloak, and a gentleman's cane in his hand, he grabbed the white Yama (funny) and politely raised it slightly, signaling goodbye.

He didn't even ask the question of "who made you fall in love with me?"

Such a form is like a big boss, the holy aunt was stunned, she was already afraid, and she had a heart to force herself, at this time... She didn't dare to catch up anymore.

She was afraid.

The man didn't smell like a human at all.

She stopped.

Stop, there is distance.

The distance is widened.

It's parting ways.

...

Back to the real world.

Huo Jing and the others had already woken up.

It's like a dream.

A few days later, the typhoon passed.

Although the world is secretly invaded by the underworld, the rules of the world are still enforced.

The five were brought into the relevant departments and made a record.

The deaths of Yang Min and Zhao Yi are obviously unusual.

All, there are special relevant departments involved.

Xia Ji and the other five people were brought in one by one for examination.

It didn't take long.

Huo Jing and the other four came out happily.

Because of the improvement of their own strength, they were specially recruited into the periphery of the special department, and from now on, they will be the secret enforcers of this world.

But Xia Ji didn't find any extraordinary power.

He walked out the door.

Outside the door.

Three with two.

Xia Ji looked at Huo Jing beside him and said, "I want to go to the school to see, what about you?"

On the other side, Zhao Xiaochun was shouting: "Huo Jing, let's be together!"

Typical detachments.

Huo Jing hesitated.

Looking at the teenager beside her, she admitted that she had a crush on this teenager, but...

Now she is no longer an ordinary person, and she has gained extraordinary power in the game without dying, which is a great luck in itself.

She and the boy are no longer in the same world.

Wu Litian shouted again: "Huo Jing, hurry up, what school are you going to!"

Huo Jing finally sighed, turned her head to look at Xia Ji, and brewed a speech.

Before she could speak, Xia Ji said gently: "Then I'll go by myself." ”

It's nightfall.

The lights of each house are all on.

The street lights in the streets and alleys, bright and dark, are all flickering.

Neon billboards, noisy as usual but flooding the dark streets...

Huo Jing watched the young man fade away.

Zhao Xiaochun came up and said with a smile: "Ah Jing, we are superhuman now, there will be blessings after the catastrophe if we don't die, our identity is no longer a simple student, Xia Ci and we may have been friends before, but now we are no longer people of the same world."

I've long seen that you might like him, but it's over, right?

We have a new world, different from theirs. ”

Huo Jing took a deep breath, hesitated again and again, and finally nodded: "You're right, it's just... I always feel uncomfortable with some separation, but this is the real separation.

Strength and weakness are no longer the same, how can we get together?"

She looked at the young man's back and disappeared.

This distinction is a distinction in the true sense of the word.

It is a gap created by power, a fault that cannot be bridged.

Suddenly...

Bang bang bang!!

Between heaven and earth, there were suddenly many small cracking sounds.

The lights were all broken.

Street lights, house lights, neon lights...

Even the stars in the sky disappeared.

The fog rises.

Darkness falls.

It was as if a god had descended on earth, and all the light could not withstand the pressure.

But the god was so quiet and low-key.

The powerful coercion only lasted for a few moments before disappearing.

The fog was blown away by the wind.

Only the river side of Fengling High School remains, and a young man in a pitch-black (funny) top hat quietly looks at the autumn leaves floating on the lake.

Stretched out his cane and clicked it, the ripples spread, and the starry sky in the lake was also shattered.