The look in his eyes gradually dimmed, the gentle wind blew, and Jiang Shan's body knelt down.

The "Sword Drawing Technique", which was completely exhausted with all his strength, drained his spiritual power almost immediately, and at this time, he only felt infinitely tired, even if he raised his eyes, he seemed to have no strength to speak.

This blow "Sword Drawing Technique" was almost already his strongest attack, and his mind was almost concentrated to an unprecedented height, that is, his spiritual power was still sufficient, and he was also very sure that it was almost impossible for him to enter that ethereal realm again and deliver such a powerful blow.

However, now he almost thought that the perfect blow still made Yan Chengcheng completely avoid it after all.

And the only damage dealt was the small sword hole like a plum blossom!

He was defeated, apparently completely!

No matter how unwilling he is in his heart, he knows that the only fate that comes is death.

There is not much brilliance in his eyes, but his stubborn body is never allowed to fall into the dust. So when the body was almost completely lying on the bluestone, the pair of incomparably white hands trembled and pulled out the "Huangquan Sword" that had been submerged in the cloth, and resolutely inserted it into the bluestone in front of him.

The sharp "Yellow Spring" with a wail, unwillingly pierced into the bluestone, trembling and supporting the trembling body of the country.

The hand is on the hilt of the sword, and the green tendons jump.

The hair has been tossed by the wind, and it is scattered randomly around the side of the face. The body was half-kneeling on the ground, and one of his right knees had been broken because of weakness.

Jiang Shan raised his head, there was suddenly a little more regret in his eyes, and there was a trace of amazement, his lips moved, and his voice was so small that even the wind couldn't send it far.

"It turns out that you have reached the 'Divine Power Realm'!"

The wind suddenly became more frenzied, against the wind, the eyes were a little unable to open, the wind blew into the eyes, it seemed to bring some gravel, and the eyes were already a little sour and swollen.

Jiang Shan finally lowered his head, and the pillar of fog completely appeared in the entire night sky at this time, falling behind Yan Qingcheng, as if he was carrying the huge pillar on his back, proud of the world.

The pillar of fog began to tilt, and there was a silent explosion of strong winds and turbulence.

The pillar of fog that filled the sky seemed to stir the wind and clouds, and it was about to fall on the head of the country in the next moment.

The strong pressure almost made Jiang Shan unable to raise his head.

There was a sound of "puff puff" on the ground, and cracks gradually spread on the "Dancing Sword Cliff". There was a creaking sound from all the trees around it, and it seemed that all of them were about to break in the next moment.

The pillar of fog that reached the sky shrouded this piece of heaven and earth, and the endless momentum seemed to be about to smash all the cliffs on this side.

There was a tearing pain on the skin, and the huge pressure was that the jade bone demon body could barely resist it, and the next moment it was about to burst out a snowflake, blooming in this lonely and cold night.

The night was quiet, but suddenly there was the sound of roaring water.

The water seems to be a dragon buried in the Nine Shadows, awakening, about to break through the shackles and return to the world.

The moonlight had inadvertently re-emerged, and the moonlight through the pillar of fog was hazy and cold. There was a piece of light that hit straight in front of Jiang Shan, only between the stretched out of his hand.

The ears were filled with inexplicable water sounds, and the fog pillar tilted silently, as if it had poured a pillar of the southern sky.

Jiang Shan's body was trembling inexplicably, and at this time, it was impossible to tell whether it was fear, or abruptness, or some unwillingness.

Dazed, empty and powerless, he never wanted to die, but he had to die, he had used all his strength, the moment he fell, a thousand thoughts turned in his heart, but none of them could solve the nirvana in front of him.

He really felt weak and tired.

I've done my best, maybe I won't have any regrets if I fall!

But why are there still so many reluctances, reluctant to the haunting face, reluctant to fight side by side under the abyss with those bloody memories, reluctant to the sound of iron clanging on a desert island, reluctant to the woman who was as gentle as water but suddenly learned to swords, reluctant to Mingyue Village, reluctant to go to sea with his father to fish.

Maybe even those enemies are reluctant.

From now on, the world will be lonely without me!

Or am I just a meteor in your endless years, in the years of time, some unknown morning, dusk, you can no longer remember.

Jiang Shan is definitely not a person who likes to shed tears, but at this moment he really cried.

A very heart-wrenching feeling impacted his cultivation heart, and he slowly raised his head, as if he was lifting a heavy fate.

The pillar of fog became an oblique angle, and the missing moon peeked out from behind the pillar of fog, and the moonlight instantly became brighter. Jiang Shan raised his head, and under that completely unimaginable pressure, his body had begun to gradually collapse, as if it was like a stone under his feet, which was completely crumbling.

Blood stained the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and in just an instant, he seemed to be a bloody man.

But he didn't care, and raised his eyes to look at the world he loved.

The night is very dark, even if there is moonlight, you can't see too far, not to mention that the wall of Jianfeng stands ten thousand feet, rising from the sea, and far beyond the sea, looking up, you can't see anything, only a lonely hollow.

Jiang Shan was suddenly a little disappointed.

Yan Tingcheng stood in the wind, looking at the rivers and mountains, his white clothes fluttered, without the slightest expression, he seemed to be the god who ruled all things, under this blow, the rivers and mountains were destined to turn into ashes.

The anger in my heart seems to have gradually faded along with the death that has been sown.

In the night sky, he gently brushed the long hair that floated down his forehead.

After tonight, there will be no more rivers and mountains!

You can go to sea with peace of mind, and when the peach blossoms bloom next year, you can win the woman, and then let her be her own bride with peace of mind.

From then on, Shuangxiu asked, to be a pair of immortal couples.

The moonlight seemed to suddenly dim again, and the sound of the sea under the cliff behind him became louder and louder, as if it was desperately roaring in this night.

Maybe a lot of people saw that pillar of fog!

Yan Qingcheng smiled, how about that?

At the top of this Sword Peak, there were many people whose cultivation was higher than him, but he definitely believed that it was those elders whose cultivation was extremely high, and the elders who were looking at them at this time would never make a move.

His grandfather was Elder Yan, and he was not much better than Elder Yan, who was not far behind the valley master, which was already able to make many people dare not make a move.

What's more, he himself has already entered the "Divine Power Realm", such a young "Divine Power Realm" is unique in Sword Valley. He represents the future of Sword Valley, and many elders are already convinced that he will be the next valley lord in the right name, so a few more people will intervene at this time and have trouble with him.

There may be a few people who are still on the side of Lord Mugu, but what about that?

A little outer disciple who wants to seduce his daughter has a relationship with the daughter of the valley master, which is a very shameful thing.

And Mu Guhong, in addition to holding the unrealistic hope of defeating himself to Bai Qingling, is a person who loves to protect face the most, so he will never make a move, and he will never allow those elders who are loyal to him to make a move!

If no one makes a move, then there is only one end for Jiangshan.

Die!