Zhongzhou City looks at the giant lake in Nanyue, the next nine-storey building, through all directions, supporting half of the sky, good mountains and good waters, all from the bottom of the eye to welcome.

Bai Qi stood on the top of the 'Killing God Tower' with his hands, and saw Ye Junlin riding a white horse into the city.

This old man, who has lived for a hundred years, suddenly felt a little emotional, but this feeling disappeared immediately.

Right and wrong have their own history, and good and evil go to ask the king of Hades.

The old man has lived for a hundred years, he doesn't believe in the common people, he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and the only thing he can trust is the sword in his hand. When a sword is unsheathed, there is no injustice in the world.

Ye Junlin slowly ascended to the Killing God Tower, and the 'Sword of the World' roared on his back.

Bai Qi was condescending, looked at Ye Junlin, and said with a smile: "You are here." ”

Ye Junlin nodded: "I'm here." ”

In the Qingxiao realm, the most vast and grand battle began with such an ordinary dialogue, and then spread throughout the past.

Bai took out the sword, summoned the sword, and on the sword, a tiger roar sounded in all directions.

Ye Junlin thundered in his chest, and then exploded thunder in the acupoints, meridians, flesh and blood, and soul. Bai picked up this sword and gathered enough qi.

With a dumb smile, the 'Sword of the World' suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sound was like a thunderbolt, and the fame was shocked.

On the Qingxiao Spiritual Domain, the two most famous swords collided together, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

Ye Junlin's body, the colorful flowing lan is like a long rainbow through the sun. The 'Martial Emperor Secret Method' and the 'Kunlun Wuji' were running at the same time, and Ye Junlin's momentum was rising, and it was no longer as simple as 'low-level Xuanzun'.

The first encounter, the judgment is made.

Bai Qi stepped on countless bluestone slabs, his feet sank to the ground, and Ye Junlin stood in the air, quite like a battle between heaven and earth.

The battlefield that seemed to be breezy and bleak, as Bai Qi pulled out one foot, Ye Junlin pressed down one hand at the same time, and the situation changed drastically. Bai Qi broke out of his whole body, held three feet of summoning thought, and jumped up. The 'Sword of the World' in Ye Junlin's hand was clenched, and his figure fell suddenly.

On the summoning sword, brown light lit up. On the sword in the world, purple clouds also rise.

The two swords did not intersect, and the brown earth sword and the purple wind sword fought in the dark.

In the third meeting, the two still chose to fight hard, without the slightest fancy thoughts. The mud sword smashed inch by inch on Ye Junlin's chest, and the wind sword was also shattered inch by inch in Bai Qi's chest. The crumbs of the mud sword and the dust settled, and the wind sword shattered and vanished.

After only a moment's pause, the two flew up again, their swords clashing. Within a radius of several miles, the ground shook violently, the clouds and mist tossed, Bai Qi was knocked back to the ground, and when he landed, he threw out a punch with his arm, and the incomparably fierce fist gang tore out several yellow dragons from the ground, and slaughtered Ye Junlin together.

Ye Junlin was not afraid, closed his eyes and condensed his qi. The 'Heavenly Eye' in the center of the eyebrows opened, and the golden dragon scales on the body also breeded.

Raising his hand and taking out his sword, a dragon was instantly cut into two sections. The sand yellow collapsed like falling rain, and Ye Junlin stepped on the head of the Jiaolong with one foot, knocking the yellow dragon back to the ground.

The white is as murderous as the wind, and there are dragons and snakes rising from the ground. Ye Junlin took a deep breath, his eyebrows were shining, but instead of dodging, it was like asking for his own death, taking the initiative to find the brown dragon Jiao, or to smash or cut off, his feet were like walking on the ground, and he stepped on the dragon in the air again and again.

In the sky, the clouds and yellow sand are mixed together, and then fall together, the world likes to use the difference between clouds and soil, to describe the huge difference between the two, but at this time, the scene has long been confused.

Bai Qi was slightly startled, but Ye Junlin took out his sword again.

"Wind and thunder at hand!"

A sword was handed out, and the wind and thunder roared in midair. On the sword in the world, the purple and yellow two-color Xuanguang condensed into two giant dragons of wind and thunder, rushing towards Bai Qi to kill.

Bai Qi clenched the sword in his hand and handed it out.

The two dragons of wind and thunder were instantly broken into two.

Ye Junlin was not shocked or annoyed, and made another sword 'Haoran Jue'.

There was sword qi overflowing, blowing the waves of the East China Sea. Bai Qi dodged sideways, and broke it with a backhand plan of 'stacking thunder'.

Ye Junlin waved his sword forward, and the sword in the world danced like the wind: "I have a sword, and I want to go 'nine thousand miles'!"

The boundless sword qi enveloped the entire 'Killing God Tower', and this sword, Bai Qi did not dodge or dodge, and swung the sword hard.

With a sword 'Nine Thousand Miles', the white figure was suddenly blasted out. The entire 'God Killing Tower' collapsed in an instant. Ye Junlin leaned in, suspended in mid-air, proud of the sky.

Bai Qi crawled out of the pit and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

The wind is surging, and the yellow sand is floating.

"Ye Junlin, if you only have to learn other people's sword skills, this ability, I can't give you my life for nothing!"

Bai Qi swung his sword straight up, and a sword was slashed, and several purple thunderbolts rolled down.

"Killing God Sword Technique!"

Piercing whales, stacking thunder, armor breaking, killing immortals, the most authentic 'killing god sword technique', pouring down.

Ye Junlin did not retreat but advanced, and the 'World Sword' in his hand burst out with colorful swords.

"The world's swordsmanship!"

Breaking the wind, slashing the soul, splitting the mountain, splitting the ground, breaking the flood, shaking the world, the six styles of 'the world's swordsmanship' run out, like six swords of various colors.

Bai Qi's proudest 'God Killing Sword Technique' was broken in an instant, and the six sword rays came in an instant, and a huge sword array was wrapped around Bai Qi.

"Why did I lose to you?" asked Bai Qi before he died.

"Confucianism is innocent and worthy of heaven and earth, Taoism is pure and inactive, and Buddhism is compassionate, and it is a bridge to send people to the other side. You can't get up in vain, you can't 'use martial arts to follow the righteous path', it's not about the common people at all, why don't you die?"

Ye Junlin's voice fell, and the sword qi in the sword array was surging, with brown rainbow light, flying into the sky.

A generation of sword gods rose in vain, although they died, they were still glorious.

The heavens and the earth are vast, and suddenly there is a surging qi machine like a tide. Above the capital of the seventeen countries, the seventeen 'Divine Pillars of Luck' soared into the sky. Ye Junlin plunged into Ling Yu and flew to the nine heavens, the 'sword of the world' was in his hand, and he slashed the luck of the sixteen countries with one sword.

Heaven and earth collapsed, like a catastrophe, and then instantly returned to peace

In July of the first year of the new Liang of the Jin calendar.

King Beitang Mo of Yan and King Li Xin of Lu returned to the Jin Kingdom, and the King of Shu surrendered under the persuasion of the general Liu He.

In March, Liang Bufan, the general of the Jin State, set foot on the Qin State and was accepted as a county of the Jin State. Ning Kunlun personally led the 'Great Snow Dragon Ride' to level the five southern countries, including the Chu State, and the King of Chu, Nangong Biwu, killed himself on the Jinluan Palace.

The Spring and Autumn Period was chaotic for hundreds of years, and finally returned to Jin.

The world is peaceful.

Liang Bufan and Fan Wushuang became married, and Ye Jun retreated to this brother who once lived and died together. Liang Bufan succeeded him and changed the country name to 'Liang', that is, 'Liang Taizu'.

Liu Cai, Lu Mian, Ning Kunlun, Zhihe, Qi Jianling, Ximen Shuangshuang, Hu Jinming, Wei Pujia and other cadres became biological sons one after another in the next few years, and they were full of wealth and wealth.

The old sword god Wu Qi and the 'white-clothed monk' Lu Beware, each in their old age.

A year later, the entire Qingxiao Spiritual Domain was prosperous and peaceful, and the people were healthy.

Ye Junlin sat in a teahouse, drinking wine and closing his eyes to listen to the story, the woman in purple who was alluring the country and the city, sitting beside him, her handsome face was full of happiness.

The storyteller is a veteran of the Spring and Autumn Period, and now he is old, telling stories with pipa and bamboo boards for a living.

The end of the storytelling: On the bank of the Surabaya River, the tide rises, the former Jin king cuts meat, the old sword god Wu Qi, and more than 10,000 armors are cut with one sword.

A tea shop, the needle can be heard in an instant, only the sound of pipa explodes spring thunder.

Immediately, the applause was thunderous.

Ye Junlin invited the storyteller, drank a bowl with him, talked about the 'former Jin King' and talked about thousands of things, without the slightest arrogance, he gave Xuanjing tens of thousands, and got up and left with Xuanyuan Allure.

The little girl who played the pipa, with a face full of joy that could not be hidden, asked, "Grandpa, who is this son?"

The old man took the last sip of wine, his face was ruddy, and he said with a smile: "Probably a good person who likes the 'former Jin King'." ”

An elderly storyteller may never know in his life that he once spoke face-to-face to the former king of Jin about the king of Jin

There was Changhong descending from the nine heavens, and Ye Junlin was in the eyes of everyone, taking Xuanyuan to the next level. Liulan gradually rose, and Ye Junlin longed in his heart.

What he didn't know was that because of his 'sword slashing luck', the six upper strata had already become a mess

(Please look forward to the final volume of "Nine Heavens Sword God": Flowers Bloom on the Other Side.) ）