Go to the third floor of the ruins.

After the monks broke the sword formation without much effort, the portal was not erected, but there were peach petals carrying the breeze swept by, and then, a mural 100 meters long appeared.

First of all, a woman came into view: a fox face, a green skirt, a snake waist that was about unbearable, jade feet like snow and frost, cheeks and buttocks were upright, and she was lying on her side on a golden silk couch.

The live broadcast room boiled instantly:

"I'm a mother, this body... I'm going to her tonight. ”

"Dude, you have a really strong taste."

"Tsk, the only fly in the ointment is that a good beautiful lady actually gave birth to a fox face, it's a pity, otherwise I would have to go bankrupt and marry her!"

"Laughing to death, where did you hit the nouveau riche?"

"You want to marry, but people don't want to marry, who do you think you are?"

"By the way, what's the origin of that fox demon?"

"The owner of this ruin, isn't he the number one in the world and Yan Chixia? Why does the first page of the mural draw a fox demon? Could it be... She is the legendary number one in the world? ”

“…”

The monks in the ruins were also curious about the fox demon's heels.

Someone asked Zhao Zijing:

"Childe, can you recognize where this demon is sacred?"

Zhao Zijing, who has always had to answer questions, has been answering questions since he entered the ruins, but at this moment, he didn't say a word and his eyes were weakly lowered, and he didn't look confident at all.

As if something had struck the heart of the Dao: everyone was suspicious of the former's might and didn't dare to ask more, so they turned their attention to the mural in the second act.

At the foot of a mountain, the inscription of a stone is particularly eye-catching.

The three words "Sandao Mountain" are written on it.

A bearded Taoist carries a giant sword, drags a compass in one hand, holds a yellow urn in the other, wears a long-sleeved heavenly master shirt, steps on the seven-star dragon step, and makes a seal step by step, and climbs the mountain with a formation.

"Sandao Mountain... How come I had never heard of this place in my previous life? ”

One of the monks muttered to himself.

"Because this is a forbidden area for living beings, ordinary people can't hear about it."

Zhao Zijing, who had barely adjusted his mentality, looked at the inscription of Sandao Mountain, his expression was complicated, and he said leisurely: "As for the fox girl, I don't know who her surname is. ”

"I only accidentally glimpsed it in an ancient book, she has a call for a young girl, but under the golden pill, you can't chant her name, otherwise it will attract great terror."

At the first glance of the young girl, Zhao Zijing recognized it.

That's why he lost his temper like that: Sandao Mountain, the young girl, his demons that he couldn't get rid of all his life, also led to the fall of his previous life... Crime boss.

That year.

He strayed into Sandao Mountain and ran into a young girl who had kidnapped a scholar.

The scholar asked him for help.

And he, who was determined to eliminate the injustices in the world, chose to watch the fire from the other side: in front of the young girl, he didn't even have the courage to make a move, and his realm plummeted.

He will never be able to forgive his cowardice at that time, and he will never forget the look in the eyes of the mortal scholar before parting, despair, helplessness, and his heart is like ashes...

The third mural.

The west wind is like a road, the body is as slim as a leaf, the yellow light in the dark room, the light gauze beaded curtain, and a spacious gold silk white jade collapse, covered with a biological fur that cannot be named.

The white and flawless warm fragrant nephrite curled up, and the chest pillow was a young man who didn't really look good, and the beautiful back covered with thin neon veil was facing the bearded Taoist before.

"It's Yan Chixia!"

A monk recognized the identity of the Taoist and exclaimed.

The attention of the crowd was immediately drawn over.

The fourth mural, the cave is now in the sky, the sword qi is mighty, Yan Chixia has drawn out the meteorite giant sword, Heng Chen. Jian Feng did not hesitate to kill the woman on the golden thread.

In the next few paintings, all of them are scenes of the two fighting.

Forehead... Wrong.

It's not so much a battle, it's better that the fox girl is playing Yan Chixia.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

In the penultimate picture, Yan Chixia used the famous stunt Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect: seeing that he used his heart to resist the sword, a sky-high sword momentum rose from the ground, Haoran righteousness, and the spirit ran through Changhong.

Not much.

The sun and the moon are in the same day, alternating day and night, pulling the sword intent in the sky, condensing the nine thousand nine hundred swords of spiritual energy, converging into a vast and sharp sword qi dragon, approaching the fox girl.

However, the killing moves were surging, but the fox girl only faintly lit out a divine light...

Suddenly.

The sword qi dragon collapsed, and Yan Chixia was also shocked by Yu Wei and retreated more than a hundred steps, until she smashed straight into the rock wall, her breath was sluggish, she vomited blood, and it was difficult to get up from the ground.

The onlookers were shocked:

"It's... Is this a defeat? ”

"I haven't even gone through three moves, Yan Chixia is too weak, right?"

"Stupid, calm down and feel the fox girl's eyes carefully... No, no, I'm going to suffocate, it's not that Yan Chixia is too weak, it's that she's too strong. ”

"Indeed, the strong is outrageous, not like a monk in the Jindan period at all."

“…”

"Who told you that He only had the Golden Pill Period?"

With the intention of justifying himself in his previous life and not saving him when he saw death, Zhao Zijing explained: "His strength has long been unable to be divided by conventional realms. ”

"Rumors."

"He is the closest thing to an immortal known in the world, an indescribable form above all beings, if there is really an immortal, then he must be him, and he can only be him."

As soon as this statement came out.

The monks in the audience all gasped: "No wonder the Blue Star thousands of years ago did not distinguish between good and evil, humanity declined, and demons were rampant. ”

"It's not a demon, it's not just not a demon."

Zhao Zijing shook his head and muttered:

"He is not human, not immortal, not Buddha, not demon, to be exact, the young girl does not belong to any race within the six realms, he is a product outside the Tao, forbidden through the ages."

"Debut is the pinnacle, I have never tasted defeat in my life, even if I am at the same level, there are few people who can take a move... Yan Chixia can fight with it for three rounds, which is enough to enter the first-class! ”

End of the word.

Zhao Zijing's tone was full of embarrassment, and his eyes tended to dim: he once boasted of being arrogant, and he felt that the difference between him and Yan Chixia was only a few small realms, but now it seems...

The difference between them is a Dao heart.

In Yan Chixia's chest, there is a bright and righteous spirit that is for the common people in the world, the right way in the world, and not afraid of life and death. He is indeed inferior to him.

"Look, on the last mural, the painting is the best in the world!"

Without giving Zhao Zijing time to sigh, his personal guard pointed to the last mural and shouted excitedly: The photographer moved the camera very insightfully.

The live broadcast room immediately boiled:

"Damn, it's really the best in the world."

"Why is your face so blurry?"

"That's not the point, you look at the world's number one posture, he seems to be fighting with a fox girl... The murals in front of the relationship are all paving the way for this one. ”

"Do you say, the number one in the world will be the opponent of the fox girl?"

"It's estimated that it's a bit hanging, according to Zhao Gongzi's statement, the fox girl is invincible in the same realm... The number one in the world can last a few more rounds than Yan Chixia, and it is already considered the top of the sky. ”

It seems that it was a special trip to slap the water friends in the face.

At a time when a series of barrages that were not optimistic about Chen Yi dominated the screen, the last mural began to squirm, showing the battle in detail in front of everyone:

Chen Yi gently stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist with the palm of his hand.

The sword qi leaked out, the sand flew away the stones, the black clouds pressed the city, covering the sky and the sun, and the rising sword intent was torn apart by the rising sword intent, and the thunder was loud, and the sword rain was rolling.

The fox girl smiled skillfully, waved her sleeve robe, and turned into an inch of light.

The ridges trembled.

Even if it was only for a moment, it was still called the white clothes, like being struck by lightning, the ribs were broken, the arm bones were shattered, blood was vomited and the clouds fell, and the skin on the whole body was cracked and broken.

But.

In his eyes, there was endless unscrupulous madness, and an inch of terrifying sword that burst out that should not exist in his realm, this... Obsession!

"Poof!"

The sword is unsheathed.

In a flash.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are poured, all the sounds are silent, the cold river is lonely, the sword goes to the edge, and there is an ancient sword phantom falling from the sky, such as the clouds of the nine heavens drooping, like the sea of nine secluded reverses.

The overwhelming and dazzling sword light instantly flooded the entire picture.

And that's not all.

Even the real world was affected: all the natal swords of the sword cultivators present shattered for no reason... The intention left over from the white clothes has been raging for a whole thousand years!

"My mother, what kind of kendo is this son cultivating?"

"I can't see through it, I can't see through it at all, this person is terrifying!"

"It turns out that there really is a person in the world who was born for the sword?"

One by one, the reincarnated people surrendered one after another, and only Yan Chixia, who smiled and admired, and Zhao Zijing, who gritted his teeth, continued to observe the magnificent picture.

The smoke cleared.

Chen Yi was bleeding, dyed red and white, half-knelt on the grass, panting heavily: "Hey, what is the taboo, it's just that... Hiss, jaw dislocation. ”

The three mountains are full of holes, the dark void is constantly healing itself, and the white fox face of the young girl with no waves in the ancient well flashes a trace of surprise that is extremely inconsistent with her personality:

He was defeated!

If it weren't for the last moment, he would have unsealed his divine power, he would have died under this sword, and even in his peak state, he would still have been cut off by the other party...

It's incredible!

…

"His sword is better than half the sky..."

Zhao Zijing's eyes were dull and he muttered in a daze.

The rest of the monks and sailors were deeply concerned, and nodded frequently, expressing their sincere agreement: "It's terrifying, the sword intent here is definitely not something that ordinary monks can comprehend." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, it seems like the first defeat for a young girl... The first sword in the world will surely be recorded in history by future generations and passed down through the ages! ”

"Compared to this, I care more about whether he awakens the memory of his previous life."

"yes."

"Does anyone know who the number one in the world has been reincarnated?"

"Secretary Li, this president has limited you to get all the information of the world's first reincarnation within ten minutes, if you can't do it, you won't have to go to work tomorrow!"

"Thank you for the invitation, don't disturb people on the way to be the first concubine in the world."

“…”

The other side.

In Pei Yuanqian's live broadcast room, he was broadcasting in real time and analyzing:

"The sword just now, in fact, is beyond the scope of ordinary kendo, it is a kind of meaning, an extremely domineering meaning... It's going to rain, I'm going to kill! ”

All the water friends are puzzled:

"What do you mean?"

"I don't understand."

"I understand, let's put it in layman's terms, the general meaning is the sword in my hand, that is, all the truths and all the laws in the world, just like the rain in the sky."

"It's going to rain and people can't stop it, if I want to kill people, no one can stop me, if I kill you, you must die, if you don't die, it's against the sky, and the sky will accept you!"

"Damn, isn't that a dead end? Is it wrong to block or not to block? ”

"How else to say that the world's number one kendo is unparalleled?"

After a cursory glance at the barrage in the live broadcast room, Pei Yuanqing smiled and said amazingly:

"In addition, you may not know that the reason why Yan Chixia was able to reach the apex of the sword path, and all things are in the realm of swords, is actually the number one sect in the world."