The conversation between the two was calm from beginning to end, with the flavor of old friends chatting.

But everyone knows it's impossible.

Putting aside those factional disputes, the two sides of good and evil, old grudges, it is just Su Qingming who destroyed the road to immortality to the common people, this is the dead knot.

The only way to solve the knot is to die.

After saying so many things before, for Xiang Cangsheng, it was just a farewell to the world he once loved.

Yes.

He loves this world.

So I feel that there should be more color in the world, and this is how Dongfang Nian persuaded him back then.

There was a wind in the town, and the houses on both sides of the street slowly decomposed, turning into countless pieces of black wood chips that flew into the sky, and then were blown higher by the wind, like dandelions.

Instead, the entire town of Little River was blown away, leaving only one foundation.

Looking at this shocking scene, Su Qingming's expression was indifferent, not surprised, but the right hand holding the sword was a little tighter.

The Divine Journey Realm in the Three Realms of Returning to Truth, when the spiritual energy was abundant in ancient times, it could break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and soar away.

It's just that now that the aura has been halved, it is almost impossible to break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and survive the Heavenly Tribulation.

In this life, he was the first time he had fought with a cultivator in the Divine Journey Realm in the true sense.

And this person in front of him is the top cultivation power in the Three Realms of Returning to Truth, and he is not inferior to Hu Yuanjian, the first seat of Cloud Sword Peak of the Sword Sect.

Without the slightest warning, the wooden blocks of those houses fell from the sky and smashed down towards the ground where Su Qingming was, without extremely fast speed, but with the meaning of gold and stone.

Su Qingming's figure flashed, dodging the overwhelming wooden blocks, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of Xiang Cangsheng.

The latter's eyebrows raised slightly, and the index finger of his right hand tapped the void, and those sawdust stones like a small mountain moved over, blocking in front of Su Qingming.

Slash down with a sword.

The small mountain wall made of stone trembled violently, but showed no signs of being destroyed.

After Xiang Cangsheng put his hands on his back, his mind moved slightly, and the mountain of stones flew into the sky, and then pressed towards Su Qingming's body, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

Su Qingming frowned slightly, twisted his wrist slightly, and several arc-shaped sword qi smashed on the mountain, leaving several extremely profound sword marks on the mountain, but the downward trend still did not change in the slightest.

After a failed move, Su Qingming slapped the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the dark red sword body disappeared into the void, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Xiang Cangsheng's eyes.

It's just that for some reason, the next moment the long sword will be difficult to advance by half a point.

The tip of the sword was in mid-air, emitting an extremely strong tremor and a few sparks.

Xiang Cangsheng looked at the tip of the long sword with the power of thunder and lightning, his eyes showed a hint of curiosity, and his right hand stretched out, as if he wanted to completely suppress Jing Qingjian.

The breeze is back.

Su Qingming didn't know when he appeared behind Xiang Cangsheng, made a sword finger with his right hand, and stabbed directly at the back of the old man's head.

Forward and backward pinching.

The old man's footsteps twisted slightly, and when he turned around, he slapped it with a palm that had been planned for a long time.

This battle corresponds not to the sword finger, but to Su Qingming's head.

Yes, he already had no life, so he naturally spared no risk, but Su Qingming was different.

Powerful spiritual power burst out from Su Qingming's body, withdrew his sword fingers, and dodged the old man's palm slightly sideways, while holding the swirling long sword in his left hand.

Su Qingming's body turned in a circle, and his left hand followed by a circular arc, which was a sword with a dashing posture.

Perfect.

The old man's face was indifferent, but his right hand suddenly went down, and the towering mountains of sawdust and stones in the sky were suppressed again, this time the scope was extremely wide, so wide that it covered the entire town, and it seemed that he didn't even care about his own body at all.

Again, that's the same sentence.

The move is not new, but useful, and it is precisely in the life-and-death duel that this move is the most useful.

Su Qingming's face was expressionless, but he still stopped the sword he had chopped in his hand, and turned to pinch the magic seal with his right hand.

Spiritual power soared into the sky.

Silver-white spiritual power blew up like a raging wind.

Su Qingming actually resisted the downward pressure of those sawdust stones in every square inch.

At the same time, his footsteps sank deep into the ground, and he was invisibly restrained here.

With such a short opportunity, Xiang Cangsheng did not take advantage of this sneak attack, but his body was fleeting and came to the sky in the town.

The sun shone on his body, becoming more and more crystal clear, and every vein was clearly visible.

He looked up at the sun and slowly closed his eyes.

In smooth water.

It's just that there was a wave of earth-shaking overturning in the distance.

Immediately after, the sunlight disappeared from Xiang Cangsheng's face, and a huge shadow appeared in the air.

It was a mountain, the largest mountain in Hokduan-gun, thousands of miles away.

Unlike the rockery made of sawdust and stone in the town, this is a real mountain.

It blocked the sun and slowly descended from the sky.

A thought.

Xiang Cangsheng moved the mountain and came.

......

Mountains fall from the sky with an unstoppable fall.

Not surprisingly, if it fell to the ground, the entire town would be flattened.

Seeing this scene, Su Qingming's eyes lit up with determination, and he took a deep breath.

The aura was like a waterfall, and Su Qingming's figure rose to the sky, and then he died under the rockery.

There was a boom, and stone chips flew wildly.

Just when this huge black stone was about to break, the mountain disappeared into the air in an instant, and then appeared directly on Su Qingming's head.

The two mountains overlap.

There was an extremely strange stalemate in mid-air, and then the mountain suppressed it without any suspense, and covered the town deadly.

Bang!

Heaven and earth are silent.

Countless dust flew out in a radius of a hundred miles, and even formed countless whirlwinds and cracks.

Xiang Cangsheng watched this scene quietly, waited for a while, and then slowly floated on the top of the mountain, condescending, looking down on the whole world.

He was about to leave, and perhaps never to return, so there was an inevitable sadness and regret in his eyes.

It's a pity that the man at his feet is going to die too.

When leaving, there are still people to accompany you, does God feel that he is too lonely?

But how do you know I'm most afraid of loneliness?

....

The town of Little River, under the mountains.

However, if one looks at the plane, one will see that there is a thin line at the bottom of the mountain and the earth that is almost invisible.

It was a light, which meant that the mountain and the ground did not coincide exactly.

If someone could look closely, they would be speechless in surprise.

For there was a man on one knee on the ground, carrying the mountain on both shoulders.

The young man's face was like paper, his internal organs were about to be crushed, and he could barely speak.

Just when his body was about to collapse, he finally made a very small movement.

Release the sword.

A faint murmur sounded from the bottom and deepest part of the mountain.

"Move mountains...."