An inexplicable majesty fell from the peak of Momoyama and enveloped the entire front lawn.

People feel a sense of power that does not belong in the human world.

In the god's chariot, the master of the sect knelt down on his knees without hesitation.

Ye Hongyu thought about it for a while, and slowly changed from a sitting posture to a kneeling posture.

**Hai was about to reprimand Ye Hongyu before, when he suddenly felt the power of heaven and earth, his expression changed drastically, where did he dare to say more, and he knelt on the ground with a face full of awe.

Everyone in the Xiling Temple knelt down, everyone in the South China Sea knelt down, and the Golden Horde Master came all the way to Taoshan to participate in the Light Festival, just to be able to see the face of heaven again, and he had already knelt down with a reverent face.

Everyone knelt down on the front lawn of Momoyama, including the Buddhist monks, without exception.

Chen Pipi sat on the white stone altar, thinking that he was going to die anyway, so he was still kneeling

Tang Xiaotang knew who was on top of Taoshan, so she didn't want to kneel, if you are Haotian and I am a disciple of Mingzong, how can I kneel to you? If you are Sangsang, I am your friend, why should I kneel to you?

She stood stubbornly, under endless pressure, blood being pressed out of the wound, gurgling, looking extremely miserable, her knees squeaking, slowly bending, as if about to break.

No matter how stubborn she is, she is only a mortal after all, how can she withstand such a terrifying power of heaven and earth, but just when she was about to be pressed to her knees, she saw Chen Pipi on the altar, and learned from him, and sat on the ground with a smile, looking at Momoyama with a smile, thinking What can you do with me?

Chen Pipi looked at her with a smile and stretched out his thumb to praise her quick wit and his own wisdom, but he didn't expect that as a sacrifice of the Light Sacrifice, he would bear the most concentrated power of heaven and earth, and in just a moment, he found that he could no longer sit on the altar.

The sky was full of peach blossoms, and Chen Pipi scolded in the whistling autumn wind, lying on the altar on all fours, although the posture was extremely indecent, but he won the victory again in the battle with Haotian.

Ning Que knelt quickly, even faster than the miscellaneous servants beside him, kneeling and comforting himself at the same time, I have made you kneel and wash my feet many times over the years, what about returning you once today?

There was the sound of the wind between heaven and earth, and then the sound of sacrifices.

It is still the Fengtian chapter of the Xiling Sect, but it comes from the mouth of the gods and officials of the South China Sea.

Including the ** sea, everyone in the South China Sea didn't know why they started the sacrifice, as if a voice in the dark gave them guidance.

Their faces were pale, and their eyes were filled with awe.

The priests of the Xiling Temple, the teachers and students of the Heavenly Oracle Academy, and the tens of thousands of believers who were trembling and kneeling on the front lawn all began to follow the chanting of the gods and officials of the South China Sea, and the sacred and solemn chanting gradually resounded throughout the sky

The Fengtian chapter inherited by the gods and officials of the South China Sea is indeed more exquisite, compared to the first sacrificial ceremony, this sacrifice is obviously much smoother, and Haotian can hear it more clearly.

Countless rays of light came from the autumn day and fell on the white stone altar.

Chen Pipi became brighter, and he was very uneasy and wanted to toss and turn, but found that he couldn't move.

The moment the ritual ends, these rays of light will turn into pure Haotian Divine Radiance, and he will be burned to green smoke, and what will happen after that, no one will know.

He saw that there seemed to be an extra crack in the clear blue sky.

He said curiously, "Look, the sky is about to open!"

No one heard him, because the minds of the vast majority of people in Momoyama Maejo were focused on the sacrifice.

Xiaoyu, a girl from the South China Sea, looked at him, crying and sad on her face, but this was Haotian's will, even if she was his fiancée, she didn't dare to act against the sky.

Tang Xiaotang looked at Chen Pipi and said, "I'll try again." ”

In her opinion, since he is his own man, then what should he do, and the power that came from nowhere entered her body and made her stand up in this power of heaven and earth!

She didn't know how she could defeat Haotian, but since it was a battle, she definitely needed weapons, and the iron rod in her hand had been shocked into the distance before.

Tang Xiaotang stood with difficulty, looking around for weapons.

Suddenly, she saw a sword.

She didn't know it was Liu Bai's sword, but she thought it was good.

Because the sword hung in the air in front of the altar, it did not move.

In front of the power of heaven and earth from Momoyama, everyone had already knelt down, even the swords in the Fan Cage Sword Fence were all bent in the direction of Momoyama, as if they were kowtowing.

Only this sword remained silent and refused to fold slightly.

Tang Xiaotang stretched out his hand to hold the sword, but found that he couldn't pull it out.

She was a little unwilling, and used all the strength in her body, but the sword still didn't move, as if the sword was not in this world at all.

The more she felt that this sword was extraordinary, the more she refused to let go, and as the power poured out, the blood on her body flowed faster, down her wrist, to the sword.

She came from Chang'an for thousands of miles, she had been fighting non-stop, her blood had always been hot, even piping hot, and it landed on that seemingly ordinary sword, making a sneering sound.

The sword suddenly moved.

The head of the sword trembled slightly, and then slowly leaned up, aiming at the Temple of Light at the peak of Peach Mountain.

Tang Xiaotang's eyes were extremely round, and he looked at it curiously, not knowing what was going on.

Chen Pipi suddenly laughed and said, "Lord Sword Saint, save me quickly." ”

Ning Que looked at the sword that looked up slightly, and was silent.

Yu Curtain said that there was no change, because people are not as good as heaven, probably true, so she didn't count anything, just followed the will of heaven, so there was a change.

The change he had been waiting for finally happened.

Thousands of miles away from Taoshan is the Southern Jin Dynasty, and there is a sword pavilion in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion knelt in front of the mountain peak that looked like a sword, and it was black.

After Chao Xiaoshu came to visit the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Saint Liu Bai went to Linkang City, and after returning to the Sword Pavilion, he began to retreat.

Cultivators often need to retreat, Liu Bai has been obsessed with kendo in his life, and the number of retreats is even more unknown, but this retreat is a little different because he drove all his disciples out of the Sword Pavilion.

In the deep belly of the mountain, the water in the pool is still so cold.

Liu Bai sat on the side of the pond and closed his eyes to meditate, and there was an ancient sword hanging on the water of the pool.

It took him decades to perfect this ancient sword, and last autumn he was borrowed by his master to slay the golden dragon and kill the gods, and since then, no one has been qualified to use this sword again.

He also didn't qualify.

He sat opposite the sword, and sat for many days and nights.

The shadow of the sword fell on his body, becoming extremely deep, as if the man and the sword were about to merge into one.

The ancient sword suddenly trembled slightly,

Liu Bai sensed something, opened his eyes and looked at the sword and smiled at himself and said: "The girl's blood is really the most beautiful, and it can inspire the courage of human beings the most. ”

The ancient sword roared up, passed through the stone cave on the top of the mountain, and flew through the air.

The cold pool is bleak, and there is no willow white figure on the side of the pool.

The sacred words of the Xiling Sect reverberated in front of the peach mountain, and everyone knelt, and only the sword in the air in front of the altar slowly raised its head. The sword did not bow its head, but raised its head, which represented that person's attitude, towards the peach mountain where the sword head was headed, to the temple of light on the top of the mountain, and to her in the temple of light.

Master Zhangjiao was the person who noticed this scene the most, he was very angry, and then a little puzzled, he couldn't understand, there was a deep feud between the Sword Pavilion and the Academy, Liu Yiqing's eyes were blinded by Ning Que, I don't know how many Sword Pavilion disciples died in the hands of the Tang people, Liu Bai remained neutral in this war between the Daomen and the Academy at most, how could it be like now, he actually dared to use his sword to provoke the one on Peach Mountain?

Tang Xiaotang's hot blood flowed on the sword, steamed into a blood mist, and then dispersed into the broken peach petals flying all over the sky, and the blood mist faintly exuded a very proud sword intent.

Priests like **Hai who are firm in their hearts and have a deep realm are still firmly reading the Fengtian chapter, but the tens of thousands of believers and ordinary deacons and miscellaneous servants can no longer make a sound, and the voice in front of Momoyama is becoming weaker and weaker, more and more untidy, and more and more messy.

The ten thousand rays of light that had fallen since the autumn sun had also become a little dim, and Chen Pipi on the white stone altar didn't know what was going on, and looked at the sky in confusion.

The power of heaven and earth that shrouded the front lawn of Momoyama felt the changes in the field, and there was a hidden divine anger in the indifference, and the master of the sect trembled, and got up and looked at the sword angrily.

He had already guessed what Liu Bai was going to do, although he was shocked by the other party's choice and angry that the other party dared to make Haotian feel unhappy, but he actually welcomed this situation very well.

Since the cicada has never dared to appear for twenty-three years, then let me destroy your sword, kill you, the strongest person in the world, and rebuild the supreme prestige of the Xiling Temple!

Lord Xiling is the strongest person in the Five Realms, he was healed by Haotian, and his power is even stronger than before, but even so, if it was still back then, when facing the Sword Saint Liu Bai, he would not be as confident as he is now, because although Liu Bai did not break the Five Realms, it was not because he couldn't break it, but because he didn't want to break it, his sword could travel thousands of miles, how could he not cross the extremely high threshold in the eyes of ordinary cultivators?

But now that the head of the sect is very confident that he can defeat Liu Bai, you must know that he was going to destroy the academy at the Light Festival, how could he be afraid of Liu Bai alone?

His faith came from the Temple of Light on Peach Mountain, from the man in the temple.

The great supernatural power that teaches the Five Realms is the Daomen's peerless apocalypse. Apocalypse is a cultivator with the greatest piety and faith, asking Haotian to give him strength, now Haotian is in the world, between him and Haotian is only the distance between the mountain and the mountain, the apocalypse no longer needs to cross the blue sky, there will be no loss again, so once the apocalypse, what incredible power he will have, who else can be his opponent?

The head of the sect stretched out his hands, and the palms of his palms were separated by the giant chariot, facing the clear blue sky.

A majestic force descended from the Peach Mountain Bright Temple and came to the front of Peach Mountain.

This power is so terrifying, countless times stronger than the previous power of heaven and earth!

The master looked at his newborn tender palm, smiled and thought, he is the strongest person under Haotian, whether it is Liu Bai or Lin Wu, even if the master is resurrected, he is not my opponent!

At this moment, Liu Bai's sword turned from extremely static to extremely moving, and roared out of the air!

The hilt of the sword grazed Tang Xiaotang's hand.

The girl's blood on the sword's body was shocked into countless blood droplets and sprinkled into the sky.

The bright but ordinary blade of the sword pierced the door of the master in the giant chariot.

The screams of the sect leader sounded like thunder, and he was about to crush this sword with the Apocalypse Realm.

However...... Suddenly, he realized that nothing had changed!

In his thin body, he didn't feel a trace of magnificent divine power!

What about the Apocalypse? I didn't use the Apocalypse Divine Power, why couldn't I feel the existence of divine power in the chalk? What happened to the apocalypse?

Liu Bai's sword didn't enter the giant chariot at all, nor did it stop in front of the sect master, but according to the request of the academy, with sword intent, he flew towards Peach Mountain.

This sword did not pierce the stunned master, because this sword came from the human world, but it was already above the human world, and no one in the human world was qualified to stain it with blood.

And the person who holds the sword needs to be focused, and anyone who tries to challenge Haotian, even if he is not focused at all, is disrespectful to Haotian and himself, and cannot be forgiven.

The sword intent originated thousands of miles away, across the heavens and the earth.

The sword flew towards the top of Momoyama.

There are two clear light arrays arranged between the peach mountains, one is stronger than the other, and even a strong person who knows his fate is difficult to break in a short period of time.

But Liu Bai's sword was too fast, and his sword was as fast as lightning.

Liu Bai's sword was too fast, and he regarded the world as if it were nothing.

Two crisp voices came from Momoyama.

It was a broken glass lamp in the Hanging Temple.

It was the broken inkstone in Zhishouguan.

It was the white bones in the Demon Sect's mountain gate.

It was the iron on the furnace in the mountain behind the academy that had collapsed.

As soon as the two clear light arrays flashed, they burst!

Liu Bai's sword turned into a sharp line and sank into the Temple of Light!

In front of the altar, the chanting stopped, and the sword disappeared.

In the giant chariot, the figure of the master was still tall in the light, but the appearance of his palms stretched out looked so funny and humiliating.

The sword went straight up to Momoyama, ignoring him at all.

Chen Pipi on the altar looked at this scene and laughed and thought that you are really still a stupid crucian.

The master is still the same master, and he has not transformed into a peerless powerhouse because his apocalypse failed.

How could it fail? Everyone had felt that when the Sect Master cast the Apocalypse, a majestic and shocking divine power descended from the Peach Mountain Light Temple.

Haotian had already descended his divine power, why didn't he enter the body of the sect.

Where did that majestic divine power fall?

People looked at a certain place in front of Momoyama, their faces were pale, and even people like the Golden Horde and Qi Nian couldn't hide the shocked look on their faces.

It was a little far from the altar, and the location was very remote, and there were the ordinary deacons of the temple standing, and the inconspicuous miscellaneous servants of the Heavenly Oracle Courtyard, which were black and oppressive.

The majestic divine power from the Temple of Light fell on the crowd there.

fell on the body of a young man in Tsing Yi in the crowd.

Haotian's divine power kept pouring into his body, and it never stopped.

It looks like a bridge.

One end of the bridge is on the hill and the other end is at the bottom of the mountain.

That head is on hers, this head is on him.

This is an encounter, but also a reunion.

Then don't think about separating again.

(Writing Liu Bai's sword is too fast, saying two pieces, not writing confused, but the brain is a little confused, in the hometown dialect of Yichang, Hubei, fast can be used to describe sharpness, the second fast is this meaning, but I want to think about it, I can't remember, is there such a saying in Mandarin, yesterday it was said that it was ordinary tart, and after writing it today, I can also remove the ordinary two words if I think about it, I am very satisfied, I hope everyone is also satisfied, the key is not how awesome Liu Bai is, how awesome Ning Que will be tomorrow, the key is the encounter on the bridge, this is the most important for the story of Jiang Ye。 ）