Chapter 100

Above the sky, a white dress swayed, and white hair like frost flew. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This person's face is peaceful, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and his dark eyes are as deep as an abyss.

This is a teenager, full of vigor and blood!

However, the boy was white-headed.

His face is exactly the same as that of Futu Fearless!

However, he was by no means fearless.

Ling Bu Void, this is something that can only be done by relying on the power of the mountain realm cultivators.

However, Futu is only the cultivation of the Nine Realms of Seeking Mountains!

The young man put his hands behind his back and his eyes were indifferent. Look at the canyon below.

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"Whew. ”

"It's horrible. ”

"Who is that, who actually slashed the dragon with a sword?!"

Outside the Holy Sepulchre, there was an uproar.

Today's events are too shocking.

Two terrifying sword rays rushed into the sky, and some people called them sword saints. When the dragon came, the dragon was incomparable, but it was killed by someone with a sword.

The creation was astonishing, and countless people swarmed up, like a black torrent, rushing towards the canyon.

"Juyu?Sword Master?"

Someone murmured, a flash of confusion in his eyes.

"That's it!"

Suddenly, a monk in the realm of seeking mountains changed his face and shouted loudly.

He was a disciple of an ordinary sect on the top of the Sixfold Mountain, and he had read this record in the sect's library pavilion.

But it was too long ago for him to forget.

Now, I think about it again!

Suddenly, this person paced, jumped up, and his cultivation burst out, and swept towards the canyon quickly.

It was a broken jade slip, with only a few words-

"The sword master sentence is Yu, and his Taoist fellow sword saint Qingmei, slashing immortals in the chaotic realm outside the sky!"

Immortals have disappeared in the long river of time, but no one thinks that immortals are not strong.

It is rumored that there is still a vein of relics in the upper realm, and they are separated from the gods!

As soon as he thought of this, his eyes became more and more intense. If he can obtain the Sword Master Inheritance, why should the Nine Mountains be afraid?!

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At the top of the mountain, the mountain is dressed in white and heroic. He stared at the woman in black for a few moments, not saying a word. The right foot lifts up and then falls.

His figure fell at a rapid pace.

This is the closest place to the Holy Sepulchre!

On the top of another mountain, the woman in black frowned, and at the center of her eyebrows, there was a cyan pattern, exuding a sword aura that was repeatedly faint and essence.

The saber in her hand trembled in its scabbard, making a sword roar.

It's in fear!

The black-clothed woman's face was slightly condensed, and her mind sank into the mud pill palace.

In the depths of the Mental Realm shrouded in gray mist, a small figure of several inches sat cross-legged, and in front of her, a strange small sword trembled.

Suddenly, the villain opened his eyes. A flash of essence flashed.

"Huh?"

Looking at this weird little sword, a blank flash flashed in the villain's eyes, and the small sword flew around the villain.

"Is this the creation given by the Sword Master?"

The villain muttered and raised his right hand. Suddenly, the small sword landed in her palm, rubbing gently, exuding wisps of joy.

"That's fine. ”

The villain muttered, then sat cross-legged again, eyes closed.

"Huh!"

Outside, the woman in black opened her eyes. A cyan edge flickered, then vanished.

The woman in black picked up and walked down the cliff.

She...... Suddenly, step into the void!

"Is that her?"

Above the sky, the man in white muttered, a different color flashed in his eyes, and his expression seemed to be happy or unhappy, and there was a touch of confusion.

When he was young, his white hair was flying, and his expression returned to indifference again.

The white-haired man turned around, one step at a time, and the pace became bigger and bigger, one step at a time!

In the blink of an eye, he appeared hundreds of miles away.

The white-haired man paused, and he looked down. A black figure was speeding fast, very fast.

The black shadow was fast, and the white hair was flying, like catkins in the wind, sweeping away into the distance.

The black shadow is a fearless Futu in a black beast robe!

The man in white stepped forward and appeared beside Fu Tu Fearless.

He carried his hands on his back, and the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Fu Tu Fearless had sweat overflowing from his forehead, and before he was ready, he sensed a terrifying aura burst out thousands of miles away, and after an instant, another sharp momentum descended on this world.

Immediately, there was a roar in his mind. An indifferent voice resounded in my heart!

"My name is Yu, I have bamboo horses and nine swords, but I can kill heaven and man!

The sound is flat and calming.

However, after a few breaths, another voice came to my mind.

Suddenly, Fu Tu's fearless heart was shaken.

It's horrible.

When Fu Tu Daring remembered it now, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

He knew that there was ...... This is what 'un' is called creation.

"Three hours, you can be there. ”

Fu Tu fearlessly said silently. He looked wary and scanned all directions.

His enemies, too many.

However, a strange scene appeared, extremely terrifying!

Beside Fu Tu Fearless, a white-haired young man with the same face as his face stood up, his white clothes ethereal and his expression indifferent.

The cold-eyed Fu Tu Fearless looked as if he hadn't seen this person, and his gaze was fixed in all directions.

In his eyes, this place ...... Uninhabited!

"Very nice. ”

Looking at the galloping Fu Tu Fearless, a smile appeared on the corner of the white-clothed man's mouth.

Two hours later, beyond the canyon. Futu froze fearlessly.

Looking at the empty foot of the mountain, Futu Daring One can imagine that a few hours ago, there were countless monks hovering here.

This place is a mess, all traces left by humans.

But Faucet Daring did not pay much attention.

"Whew. ”

Fu Tu Fearless took a deep breath and calmed his breath. He was tense, and the bone spear in his hand was clenched!

Immediately, he stepped out and into the canyon.

It's more like a canyon than a trail.

Looking up at the sky, the straight stone wall seems to have no end. It made the monk feel smaller and smaller.

It was quiet.

Fu Tu Fearless's face was slightly condensed, and in the empty path, only his footsteps sounded.

"Space?"

The young man walked slowly and looked wary.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Futu stepped on the ground fearlessly, feeling vain.

When he came to his senses, he appeared in a stone chamber.

The stone chamber was ten zhang in circumference, very empty, and there was nothing.

Three stone walls are smooth, while one of the stone walls has a relief.

Fearlessly, it was a frontal statue of a man holding a long sword across his chest.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, resounding through the stone room!

"I have nine swords on bamboo horses, this is the first style!"

"Those who enter my path will die for a lifetime!"

"Three hours later, if you fight with me at the same level, you will have a chance ten times, and if you lose, you will die!"

"This world is illusory, nine deaths are not death, one life is for life!"

The sound died down, and the stone chamber fell silent again.

Futu fearlessly thought. The voice of the owner is out of order, but it is easy to understand.

The young man's mind is flying, this world is illusory, similar to the mental realm!

Ten chances, nine deaths, a lifetime for life.

In other words, if you fight with that person at the same level, you can 'die' at most nine times.

Futu fearlessly stared at the stone wall.

Very ordinary. There is nothing special about it.

It's just an ordinary relief.

Futu fearlessly closed his eyes, and his spiritual sense spread, hovering above the relief.

When he was young, Fu Tu Fearless opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of confusion.

It's really just an ordinary sculpture.

Three hours, fleeting. The Fearless of the Buddha did not gain anything.

Suddenly, the stone wall is shocked!

A figure stepped out of the wall with a sword in his hand!

This is a young man in white, who is looking for mountains and nine realms of cultivation burst out, and his edge is exposed.

"My name is more than a sentence. I have nine swords on bamboo horses, but I can kill immortals, and those who enter my way will die for a lifetime!"

The young man spoke indifferently, his eyes unbright. It's like a puppet!

"Kill!"

The young man shouted vigorously, and the long sword stabbed straight out!

"Khooth!"

The bone spear collided with the sword, making a metallic tremble.

"Phew!"

The sword is lightly flicked.

Heads fly.

Fearless, die!

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"To be continued"