The sound of the ghost crying gradually stopped, and all kinds of red blood stopped flowing, coagulating in the gaps between the corpses, cementing them into a single whole.

Pairs of miserable white eyes crept under the scorched earth, no longer making any noise, no longer devouring each other.

The entire Nine Mountains slowly fell silent, and even the sound of the wind was choked.

The creatures between humans and ghosts still have traces in the Nine Mountains after a thousand years, and they will devour anyone who steps here, but this time today, it is completely hidden.

Wang Shi stared at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking. He didn't know what to think, and he didn't have anything to think about.

Thinking about it, he never had any firm goals, and most of the things he did were arranged. It's just a little interested in the battle between life and death, but it's not enough to move everything forward.

As for cultivation, it's only half of the interest.

The battle in Donglai Mountain during the Qi Condensation Realm, the experience in the desert during the Qi Sea Realm, the battle in the Spring and Autumn Gate during the Xuan Realm, the vertical and horizontal between the Seven Dynasties after the Divine Hidden Realm, and the battle with the Yin and Yang Gate in the Human Immortal Realm and the Earth Immortal Realm...... However, it was all under high pressure that he had to carry out the practice.

If there were no such things, Wang Shi might have lived an extraordinarily leisurely life on a hill, fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, never deliberately cultivating, and now it is just the Qi Sea Realm, and his combat power will not be too strong.

This world is too big, and a small Qi Sea Realm can still accommodate it. He won't be lying on the bones of millions of people like he is now.

Without that gigantic lie, what is left?

Do you want to go to a higher level? I really don't have much interest. Revenge? Who should I take revenge against? Li Yixian and the divorced master are both dead, is the drama? The drama wants this power, so he will take it.

In the final analysis, Wang Shi has no pursuit of this world.

Now there was nothing to rejoice about, and he didn't know how to hold the knife in his hand, and he didn't know who to swing it to. If there is no faith, how can they work hard?

"This sky is really empty. ”

Wang Shi wanted to lie on the grass with his arm on his pillow like he did when he was a child, with a stick of grass in his mouth, and sleep comfortably on a warm afternoon, which was really the most relaxing thing.

"It's nice to be carefree and have nothing to ask for!"

The door operated automatically, and most of the wounds around Wang Shi's body were finally repaired. However, Wang Shi did not carry out this matter in the first place, and missed the opportunity, which caused the loss of majestic immortal power, not to mention, it would be difficult for him to hold the knife again in a short time. Even if he wanted to get back on his feet, there was little impossibility of him.

Everything is just right, everyone's value is squeezed and then harvested, almost effortlessly, and the whole plan can be described as seamless.

Wang Shi didn't want to fight anymore, since all of this was given by others, it was reasonable for others to take it back. The effort he put in should be a gift to the play.

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The long sword is like a rainbow, and the drama is like a fairy. Qingfeng is like ice, and Kun is like a god.

The speed was to the extreme, and Lord Kun rushed forward three steps, and Qing Yue in his hand stabbed out nine swords in a row, which were extremely powerful, and anything that was touched by it would be stabbed.

Every time, the actor narrowly and narrowly dodged the stabbing Qingyue Sword, and several cracks were picked out in the black robe.

Master Kun sealed with his left hand, leaned forward, and directly sealed the entire space. It seems that there are countless silk threads forming a net, and as soon as Master Kun stops, they condense into a wall, so that there is no way back for the play.

Qingyue has long thorns, as if piercing a lake of spring water.

The actor suddenly raised his sword downward, and the two fingers of his left hand lightly touched the lower half of the sword body, using the sword body as a shield to block the Qingyue sword.

Bite!

Qingyue stabbed in the middle of the sword, and made the sound of spring water shattering on the bluestone.

As the Qingyue Sword continued to move forward, the long sword bent between the hands of the play, forming a semicircular arc.

Feeling the coldness between his fingers, the drama fingered downward, detached from the long sword, like a drop of dew thrown out of the tip of the leaf.

Laugh at!

Without the support of the two fingers of the play, the horizontal bracket of this sword was immediately unbalanced, and under the advance of the Qingyue Sword, it immediately stabbed towards the bottom of his master.

Zheng!

The Qingyue Sword stabbed out against the blade of the long sword, pulling out a slender line of sparks!

The moment the two swords staggered, the tips of the swords emitted a tooth-aching trill.

Originally, the Qingyue Sword was supposed to stab the play, but it pierced into the air.

I don't know when, the actor has already turned over and jumped up, facing his head against the head of Master Kun, only an inch away. Both of them were looking straight ahead, and there was no other in their field of vision, but they were both swords at the same time.

Lord Kun bends over, on his back, and Qingyue is stabbed!

The drama turns his wrist, and the sword in his hand is swept away!

Sincere!

The short and sharp Qingyue sword pierced into the back of the play, like the muffled sound of bamboo piercing into the flesh.

Laugh at!

The long sword like water grazed through Lord Kun's neck, making a slight sound, as if a knife had cut through the bean curd.

The swords in the hands of the two swirled like flowers, and their left hands quickly sealed, and before they could stagger together, they collided again, and they exchanged hands countless times in an instant. Everyone was constantly adding scars to their bodies, but they didn't stop, as if they were willing to stop until they killed each other.

There is no brilliant immortal power, there is just the collision of two swords, but it is more thrilling than any competition.

Sting!

The soft long sword entangled the Qingyue Sword, and with a sudden thrust, it stirred up countless fireworks, and the tip of the sword swirled, carving a blood-red stripe on Lord Kun's arm.

Lord Kun finally didn't rush forward again, stood in place, and looked at the Qingyue Sword in his hand in silence.

The blood flowed down from the arm, down the hand to the Qingyue sword, drawing a striking red mark, and then broke into drops, dripping from the tip of the sword, blown by the wind, flattened, scattered, became smaller droplets of blood, continued to fall, and finally became a fine red vapor.

The clothes on the actor's body have turned dark red, and he can no longer find any of his original black, even if a huge dark red flower blooms on the pitch-black hat, I don't know how much blood it has flowed out.

The injuries on his body were rapidly deteriorating, after all, it was the sword qi left by Lord Kun, which was extremely strong, and the sound of breathing became rapid, and some parts of his body trembled uncontrollably, but a smile appeared on the corner of the actor's mouth, and said, "You lost." ”

was picked off by the play, even if the Kun master can hold the sword again, he will only lose faster.

Lord Kun's expression did not change because of this, she looked at the play and said, "If I lose this sword, I can kill you." ”

"Do you dare to lose it?"

The experience of losing at the hands of Li Yixian was so bitter that when Lord Kun faced that sword, his mind was full of fragments of the past. When the drama repeated Li Yixian's moves back then, Master Kun involuntarily repeated the old things.

People who have never been defeated are naturally less tolerant of failure. Especially a person like Lord Kun, who was born to be the pinnacle of the world, how could he not accept failure?

Every move and every style, Master Kun hesitated, and it was a little worse, and the drama could always have an advantage. With such a accumulation, Master Kun will not be able to turn the tables at all in the end, and will only lose.

What the drama said is not wrong at all, Lord Kun will definitely be defeated when facing this sword, her inner demons are deeper than anyone else's, no matter how strong her own strength is, it is impossible to win.

Lord Kun let go of her hand, and the Qingyue Sword that had accompanied her all her life fell.

The drama looked at the fallen Qingyue Sword and couldn't help but admire: "Amazing." ”

Master Kun put his hands behind his back, looked at the play arrogantly, and said, "Now, I can kill you." ”

You can't win the drama with a sword, but Lord Kun can easily kill the drama with his bare hands. Except for the great priest, Lord Kun is the strongest person in the world, and the Earth Immortal Realm can't catch her blow at all.

The actor sneered, "Did you hear that?"

Lord Kun was suddenly stunned.

Jingling!

The sound was extremely subtle, and it was broken by the wind, and it was difficult to hear at all, but it was like thunder in the ears of Lord Kun.

The Qingyue sword fell to the ground, hit the rock, and was easily shattered.

The sound of breaking was so light that it seemed to be deliberately hidden, like a piece of broken iron hidden in the rubble.

Lord Kun was completely stunned, she didn't expect the Qingyue Sword to shatter. The moment she heard this shattering sound, a pain for no reason clenched her, and her heart suddenly emptied.

At this time, the actor withdrew the long sword and said indifferently: "You are so arrogant, you regard the world as dirt. But you never imagined that there would be a dirt to defeat you, this is something you can't accept in this life, the more you don't accept it, the heavier your demons will be, and you will inevitably lose. ”

Without going to see Lord Kun, the drama slowly walked towards Jiushan, who had fallen into the abyss, and said, "You think you can defeat me by throwing your sword, but in fact, you are even more vulnerable if you throw your sword." Because without that sword, there is nothing to prove that you are still in this world. That sword, the only thing you have. It's a pity that you're throwing it away now, and it's still broken. ”

Lord Kun was stunned for a long time, and she now fully understood what the Great Si Ming said. The drama didn't intend to defeat her at all, but wanted to completely crush her heart. In this way, she is just like Wang Shi, what strength does she have to hold the sword in her hand again?

first used the master and Wang Shi, and then tricked the master of Kun into throwing away the Qingyue sword. The plan to defeat Lord Kun was so meticulous that the drama finally forced the other party to death step by step.

The pale color quickly hit her face, and Lord Kun was like a dying patient, she looked at the back of the play, and said with a sneer: "It turns out that everyone in this world is a pawn between you and Da Si Ming. Is this game interesting?"

Da Si Ming had already guessed the ending of Lord Kun, and still let Lord Kun come to Jiushan. The big boss and the young boss are just using everyone to play a game.

Xizi looked up into the distance, saw the cold color that was about to spread, chuckled, and said, "I don't know if this game of chess is interesting, I'm just a chess piece." ”