The bridge has not been broken, the majestic divine power from the Temple of Light on the top of the peach mountain to the front lawn, to the body of the young man in Tsing Yi kept pouring, in a very short period of time, his aura has undergone an extremely amazing change, from an ordinary person to an extremely powerful cultivator, and the realm cultivation is constantly improving, in an instant, he came to the peak of knowing his fate, and even continued to move forward until he came to the top of the five realms!

The little guy in Tsing Yi lowered his head, his body was full of radiance, he couldn't see his face, the people in front of the altar didn't know who he was, and they didn't understand why the peerless power given by Haotian would enter his body, and it was actually coming in a steady stream, and it didn't seem to be broken!

The power that does not belong to the human world, entering an ordinary human being, caused heaven and earth to have a very strong induction, a fluctuation invisible to the naked eye, emanating from the body of the little man in Tsing Yi, spreading to all parts of the world, to Chang'an, to Minshan, and until to the farthest Beihai.

Without a doubt, this is the greatest apocalypse in the history of spiritual practice!

The Heavenly Apocalypse Realm is a great divine power above the Five Realms, which often only appears in the legends of the Xiling Canon and those stories passed down by word of mouth, and ordinary people don't say that they have seen it, or even heard of it.

The guests who came to Momoyama to participate in the Light Festival today, either powerful cultivators, or nobles in the red dust, knew something about this secret, and some of them had even seen the apocalypse with their own eyes, but they had never imagined that the apocalypse could last so long, why was Haotian so generous to that person?

Sangsang stood on the terrace of the Temple of Light, looking at the cliff flowing clouds, extremely angry, because the power was constantly leaving her tall body and falling into the body of the person on the front lawn of Momoyama.

She is in the world, this apocalypse is naturally grand, as for why such a picture appears, no one in the world understands, she understands, because this situation has appeared before.

In the deep winter of many years ago, in Chang'an City, she hadn't woken up yet, she was still that person's maidservant, and when that person fought a decisive battle with Xiahou, she stood on the snow cliff by the snow lake with a big black umbrella. That night he wanted to sing to her, so she opened all her soul to him, and then she began to sing to Snow Lake, to him.

She didn't want to sing to him today, but if he wanted to, he could listen.

Her power entered the man's body, and she rebuilt a bridge between her and him, which made her extremely angry, and though it wasn't beyond her calculations, she was still angry.

After coming to the world, she wanted to cut off the dust and cut off the connection with that human being, so she didn't go to Chang'an, she didn't go to see him, but what happened at this time proved that even if she seemed to have cut off everything with him and no longer felt each other, as long as she really started singing, then he was the only listener, because since a long time ago, she was his destiny.

At the moment of the apocalypse, she met him again, no matter how difficult it was to separate, she knew what he was thinking, he could also know what she was thinking, he and she seemed to have become a separate world again.

Sang Sang on the snow lake gave her life and soul to that person, willingly, but she in the Temple of Light was extremely angry and felt extremely disgusting.

Thunder and lightning burst out in her eyes, and she slashed the bridge with a wave of her hand like a knife, and the power in her body no longer continued to flow to the bottom of Momoyama, but she could no longer cut off the edge of the dust.

She felt the past that only she and he understood, felt his breath, and her face turned pale, not knowing if it was because of the loss of power or because of anger.

For some reason, she didn't want to kill him for the time being, so she met several times in the peach mountains these days, she was angry and disgusted that the heavens and the earth changed, there was a storm from thousands of miles away, and the Xiling Temple was shaken and uneasy, but she finally suppressed these feelings by herself, but at this time she could no longer control him, she just wanted to kill him in the shortest possible time, no matter whether the flood was surging or the catastrophe was gone, she just wanted him to die.

But before she could kill him, she had one more thing to do.

She was going to crumple the sword behind her into scrap metal.

The sword came down from the mountain.

This is Liu Bai's sword.

The strongest sword in the world.

She kept looking angrily at the mountain downstream, ignoring the sword.

Because the sword couldn't get close to her at all.

Liu Bai's sword was now quietly stopping in the air behind her.

The autumn light at noon, spilling from the dew, illuminated the Temple of Light, and when the light passed through the space between the sword and her, there were some slight bends, so that it could be seen that the space in front of the sword was slightly concave.

If you look closely, you can see that Liu Bai's sword is not static, but is moving at an unimaginable speed, but it has never been able to pierce into the space in front of him!

The eerie blend of movement and stillness is an eerie picture.

There was an invisible and transparent barrier that protected her body like a ball, isolating her from the world, and no one could enter her world except the edge of the dust.

This is the space she condensed with rules, which is innumerably thousands of times stronger than the realm opened up by human cultivators, because in the world of Haotian, no other dúlì world is allowed to exist, and this space is from the same origin as the world of Haotian.

Her small world is the space itself, Liu Bai's sword made the space behind her begin to deform, you can imagine how terrifying this sword is, but even so, it is still inaccessible!

She turned to look at the sword that seemed to be quiet, but was actually trembling and flying at high speed, and stretched out her hand.

If she wanted to, it would be a star in the night firmament, which she could pluck if she stretched out her hand.

What's more, this is just a sword in the world.

At this moment, an autumn wind blew into the Temple of Light.

Today, the Peach Mountain Light Festival, the Temple of Light is quiet and unmanned, and she is not a person.

With this autumn wind, a man came to the temple.

Willow White.

Before her fingers could touch the blade, his hand gripped the hilt.

He looked at him silently, his right hand flicked forward.

She didn't expect him to appear on Momoyama, so her face showed the first solemn look in the true sense of the word after returning to the world, and her brows furrowed slightly.

A moment ago, Liu Bai was still in the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Majesty, and the moment he came to appear in the Temple of Light, although he was the strongest sword saint in the world, he couldn't be far away, so how did he come here?

She glanced at Liu Bai and saw the ancient sword, so she understood.

There was a crisp crack, echoing in the secluded temple.

The reason why the glass lamp in the Hanging Temple was broken, the reason why the inkstone in the Zhishouguan was broken, the reason why the white bones in the mountain gate of the Demon Sect were cracked, and the reason why the iron block on the mountain furnace behind the academy collapsed, it was because of these unknowable places in the world, and they witnessed the demeanor of Liu Bai's sword.

His sword can pierce the gap between heaven and man, so the world is in harmony.

A small gap appeared in the small world in front of her.

The invisible barrier composed of the most basic spatial rules was pierced by Liu Bai's sword.

The snowy sword blade advanced an inch, an inch closer to her body.

Then the blade began to rust at a rate visible to the naked eye.

She looked at him quietly, slowly holding out her fingers.

Liu Bai is unknown, why was he able to come to Peach Mountain in an instant?

Because his sword can travel thousands of miles.

And now he is his own sword.

When his hand gripped the hilt of the sword, it could pierce her little world.

for he is not stabbing with the sword in his hand, but with the sword of the heart.

He had an ancient sword in his heart, which had slain the golden dragon in the wasteland and slain the gods, and now rì became one with him and came to her.

She confirmed that Liu Bai was the most powerful person in the world now.

But she was still expressionless, and Nakaji was about to destroy the sword in his heart.

Because she is the rule of this world, even if Liu Bai's sword can pierce the gap between heaven and man, and can pierce space, she still has time, that eternal and cold time.

At that moment, an iron arrow shled towards her back, without whistling, because the speed of the iron arrow was so fast that it could ignore the distance of space.

The bridge was cut by her.

The majestic divine power that fell from the Temple of Light to the front of Momoyama finally stopped falling.

This greatest apocalypse in the history of spiritual practice has come to an end.

The little guy in Tsing Yi raised his head, and at this time, his body was completely filled with the purest and divine power, and every breath and even every pore was overflowing with pale white light.

People still couldn't see his face clearly, but they could clearly feel the terrifying aura he exuded, and the miscellaneous servants beside him scattered in horror.

The young man in Tsing Yi lifted his right foot and fell.

The bluestone slabs on the soles of his feet were shattered, cracking like a long-dry field, and the front lawn of Momoyama shook slightly, as if an earthquake had occurred, and all the people who were close to him were shaken to the ground.

The dirt was overturned, and an iron bow appeared in his hand.

The iron bow had never been more complete than it was today, and the powerful bowstring was pulled to the extreme by his two arms, and it even felt as if it could break at any moment.

The strings are bent like a full moon.

He thought silently, now that he could finally describe it as a full moon.

On the bowstring like a full moon is a black iron arrow.

The cold cluster of arrows was aimed at the high god above the front lawn of Momoyama.

That god chariot has ten thousand veils and ten thousand rays of light.

It seems that the figure in the chariot is extremely tall.

The strings sounded.

The iron arrow rushed forward, and the shaft rubbed violently against the diamond embedded in the bow painting.

The rune on the iron arrow was complete.

The iron arrow came out of the bow, and the tail of the arrow brought out a terrifying turbulence.

And then it vanished.

At the same time as the strings sounded, countless shouts of shock rang out around the altar.

"Ning Que!"

"Yuan Thirteen Arrows!"

The people around the altar still couldn't see the face of the young man in Tsing Yi, but they saw the iron bow, and they knew who he was, because there was only one such iron bow in the world.

This iron bow belonged to Ning Que.

The academy is rather lacking.