The shallow light emitted by the green book is like the difference between an ant and an elephant compared to the darkness at this time.

The faint glimmer of light seemed to be extinguished at any moment under the erosion of darkness.

But it still clings to the last piece of light.

It's a pity that He Qi couldn't pay attention to it at this time.

Darkness had now spread all over his body, devouring his perception. If it weren't for the previous ascension, maybe even his divine soul would have sunk with it.

But the instinctive fear from his body made his spirit curl up in his body at the moment, not daring to make a move easily.

He Qi couldn't resist anymore, he quietly felt the coldness flowing in his body, as if something wanted to merge with his blood, and gradually, his body actually showed traces of cracking.

The interlaced secret patterns spread all over the body like ancient totems, and the exposed blood vessels could be faintly seen.

You can see through the darkness that it wasn't blood-red.

The deep black swallowed up its proper color, like a fountain that descended on the abyss.

At this time, the Qingshu beside He Qi seemed to sense something, and the light emitted by his body slowly became more and more intense.

In an instant, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the light of Qingshu was like ignited fuel, getting bigger and bigger.

The dazzling golden light is like the sun hanging in the night, gradually evaporating the surrounding darkness.

Shi Zhu also felt the power of the golden light at this moment, but it didn't stop there. I saw a strong energy erupting from He Qi's body, and it was frozen with the golden light formed by Qingshu.

With the gradual passage of time, Shi Zhu obviously fell into the downwind, and the light emitted by Qingshu was inexhaustible, making Shi Zhu a little difficult.

Shi Zhu was obviously not reconciled to this, and saw that after it fell into the downwind, it actually flew out of He Qi's body.

For a while, a powerful energy spread from Shi Zhu's body, bursting out like a flood.

The burst of energy lifted the floor of He Qi's room and spurted out of the room.

But the green book in the corner also moved at the moment.

The golden light quickly spread through the room, blocking the destructive power of the stone beads. The rest went straight to the stone beads.

"Roar—"

At this moment, a loud roar came from the direction of the stone bead.

Then the darkness around the stone beads began to converge and slowly merge together.

Gradually, the darkness dissipated, and a large humanoid black shadow unexpectedly appeared in the room.

The black shadow floated silently in the air, and a little cold light emanated from the dark blue eyes.

Then it stretched out its hands covered in black scales and greeted the golden light in front of it.

"Bang!!" A violent crash resounded in the room, deafening.

If it weren't for Qingshu's blockade, maybe the entire room would collapse in an instant, but even so, it still shook for a moment.

However, the battle between them deliberately avoided He Qi, and the room that had been reduced to a battlefield was now extremely quiet. He Qi sat quietly in it, his lost consciousness making him unable to feel everything that was happening at this moment.

"Evil Beast!!" Suddenly, a medium-thick male voice sounded, looking very majestic.

Then the green book opened by itself, and the lifelike portrait of the man in the picture seemed to be about to step out of it.

The golden light was pervasive, converging on the sword of the man in the painting, and then a fierce sword aura emanated from it, like lightning that pierced the sky, slashing towards the black shadow.

"How could it be you??" The Black Shadow looked at the man in the book as if remembering something, and then it asked in shock, the old words slightly hoarse, like a demon in the abyss.

The "Black Shadow" is very unquiet at the moment. It looked at the sword qi that was slashing at it at this time, and its body trembled slightly.

Then the "Black Shadow" did not choose to touch the sword head-on, only to see it go straight to the stone bead with lightning speed. But the sword qi seemed to have locked on it, and even if it hid in the stone bead, it still couldn't get rid of the threat from behind

......

He Qi looked at the stone beads flying towards him and felt very confused.

He had just woken up from his slumber and had no idea what had happened during the time he had been unconscious, not even how long he had been unconscious.

But what happened at this time made him want to cry without tears.

The crumbling floor in the room, and the wood chips left behind the shattered tables and chairs, all hinted at something extraordinary that had just happened.

But none of this is important to He Qi, the most critical point is that he entered his body again with the stone bead that had obviously left.

Then a strong light covered his eyes. Immediately, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a stream of blood gushed out of his chest and spread to the sides of his mouth.

He Qi endured the sharp pain in his chest and opened his eyes.

The scene in front of him was obviously very different from what he expected, the dream-like scene felt very unreal to him, but the sharp pain in his chest told him that it was not a dream.

He was on a huge platform at the moment, and the sound of fighting was constantly coming from the continent below.

The beacon fire was swirling, and the smoke of gunpowder was filled. The war swept the whole world.

The man floating in the air in front of him looked at the scene below with an indifferent expression, but the pity hidden in his eyes could not be concealed.

The breeze stirred his yellow robes, but it couldn't blow away the blood that covered his body.

There are bright red ones, and there are inky ones.

There are enemies, and there are their own.

Blood obscured the ornate stripes under his clothes, but it couldn't hide the beast inside him.

He gently raised the ancient sword in his hand.

For a time, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the sun and the moon lost their voices.

The Lingxiu of heaven and earth was all eclipsed under this sword.

The man lightly grasped the ancient sword in his hand, and then slashed towards the enemy on the opposite side.

The cold light pierced the void and moved forward with an unrivaled momentum.

In an instant, the sand flew away, and the wind and clouds changed color, like the end of the world.

He Qi suddenly felt that the space around him began to crack like a ceramic, and the ground below began to annihilate under this sword, and countless living beings died for it.

And what He Qi felt even more unbelievable was that this was just the energy emitted by the sword qi, and it was the enemy of the man in front of him who needed to face it.

He Qi couldn't imagine what a powerful enemy could make a man use such a terrifying sword.

As the man's move gradually exploded, the surrounding space and the world below finally completely shattered.

He Qi felt the emptiness beneath him, and the high platform below him had been reduced to dust under this sword. He felt that his body was descending rapidly, with no end in sight.

"Thought it was karma, after a hundred thousand eons"

Faintly, a voice echoed in He Qi's ears, and then disappeared completely. But the meaning of this is incomprehensible.

It was as if the man was saying it to the world, or to himself.

Unlike He Qi's imagination, the moment he landed, he was not crushed.

He struggled to his feet, the pain in his body that broke his will, but did not destroy him.

This is clearly not a consequence of falling from a height.

He looked up to find himself still in a small room, broken wood chips, flying floors. Everything is the same as before.

"Was it a hallucination?, but why does what just happened sound so familiar to me?" muttered He Qi. He gently climbed into his bed.

Then He Qi found that the green book that had been closed by himself before was actually opened at this moment.

He Qi quietly looked at the picture in the book, and there was some faint realization in his heart.

"Is this the true meaning of Qingshu being called the holy book of kendo?" He Qi then thought.