Buzz –

That's supposed to be the sound of the sword.

Although it was an ordinary sword roar, it was not resounding in the sky, nor was it deafening, but quietly appeared in everyone's heart.

……

The old monk who was sitting on the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain opened his eyes rarely.

He didn't speak, but he saw a lot of green shoots coming out of the cracks in the floor around him, swinging regularly.

The grass futon that sat down also grew new green leaves.

The place of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain is called Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, which is to think that there are 10,000 golden Buddhas enshrined on the mountain, and each golden Buddha has its own palace to burn incense and worship.

At this time, the 10,000 golden Buddhas also opened their eyes with the old monk.

……

The figure on the top of Longhu Mountain turned her head rarely, and her eyes crossed the barrier of thousands of miles, looking at the man who drew the sword.

As if the time and space at this moment and the past at that moment overlapped.

It's still a familiar sword move, and it's still as amazing as when the sword is out.

It's just that the person who made the sword is no longer him, but a descendant who has been separated for three hundred years since he started the sect.

She didn't speak, just stared.

I don't know how long it took, but my mind drifted to the sky, like a kite with a broken string, and never looked back.

She curled the corners of her mouth and smiled silly.

It's like when you first saw it.

The scenery on Longhu Mountain is very beautiful, but I am really tired of seeing it after 300 years.

……

The sleepy old man on the sleepy dragon mountain turned over and sat up again.

The three people next to him still complained a little, he just flicked his sleeves, and the three people who were originally different disappeared at the same time, as if they never existed.

The old man stood up tremblingly.

The four-colored chess pieces in front of him slowly faded to their original colors, and in the end, only a large empty chessboard remained.

The world is a chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces.

"Well, after all, it still is. I ended up missing a move......"

Hong Huanglan stood up straight, he looked at the sky, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

His chess skills are really bad, and he has foreseen every move, but in the end, he will inevitably go to the ending that others are ready for.

"Old Ancestor, what do you want Xiao Si to do?"

He asked, but no one could answer him.

……

Hearing the sound of the sword, the originally menacing monster immediately turned around and ran.

Why run? I don't know!

But if you don't run, you'll die...... No, not eighty percent, but ten percent, almost certain death.

Xia Zhicicada, who was shrouded in blood mist, opened his mouth slightly.

He had now lost his six senses, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse. Now it feels like being thrown into the dark and bottomless ocean floor, and my limbs are so weak that I can't feel anything.

Even the most basic touches were gone, and if he hadn't been a little bit of a swaying consciousness like a candle flame now, he might really be no different from a dead man.

Xia Zhician relied on his last consciousness and gently exhaled a breath of white air according to the last operation method of the exercises.

It was like a butterfly flapping its wings and attracting a giant tornado that swept the heavens and the earth.

That breath of white air.

In the air, it transformed into a three-foot-long Qingfeng sword.

The streamer turned, and the sun's rays sprinkled on the blade of the sword, gilding it with a golden coat. But although it had a brilliant appearance, it couldn't hide the sword intent condensed into the entity on it.

The sun in the sky vanished, and everything beneath his feet faded.

For example, between heaven and earth, it seems that there is only one sword.

The monster panicked and tried to escape, but found that it was like a mouse being targeted by an old cat, and could not move a single step no matter what.

He couldn't even make a sound shouting for mercy.

What kind of sword move it was, he had never seen or felt. It's as if it's not a murderous trick at all, but a hand that a good friend has reached out to invite you.

There is no power, as soft as a feather.

He stood still, not even the slightest bit of resistance until the sword had passed through his body.

The sword passed through his body and continued to fall until it fell to the ground.

There were no loud noises, no explosions, as if nothing had happened. The youkai watched as the ground beneath his feet disappeared in an instant, completely gone.

I don't know how deep it is, but there is a crack in the width of a hundred feet, and even the rushing river in the distance is cut off together, as if the painter is not satisfied with his work and directly covers everything with white paint.

It wasn't until a long time later that the river that had been cut off by the sword qi knew that it was pouring down and slowly converging into the cracks that appeared, but even if the water level dropped a lot, the cracks did not mean to be filled.

This trick can no longer be described as terrifying, it is simply not a human trick at all, a spell that only the legendary gods can do.

Open up the world and move mountains and reclaim the sea.

It was a sight that only existed in ancient folk legends.

Now it is appearing before his eyes.

Maybe just like that, at the hands of someone who can perform such an amazing spell.

Not bad either......

The monster's thoughts came to the end, and he reluctantly raised his head, wanting to take another look at the man who had performed such a trick, but finally stopped in a posture of looking up.

Under the red cloud, the person could no longer be seen.

The monster's figure paused for a moment, and then when the sun shone down in the sky, it disappeared little by little with the wind.

Nothing remained, as if he had never appeared.

Bang –

The red cloud dispersed, and Xia Zhicicada, who was completely unconscious, began to fall downward.

The blood gushing out of his body left a reddish thread in the air, and if he were allowed to fall in this situation, whether it was on the land or in the river.

I'm afraid it will fall directly into seventeen or eighteen pieces, and I won't be able to fight it even if I want to.

At this time, a white rainbow flew over the sky.

Jiang Qin drove the sword light, and soon came to the side of the falling Xia Zhicicada, she didn't dare to reach out to catch him, she could only change a white cloud in a lower place to support him.

"Xia Zhi Cicada, Xia Zhi Cicada!"

The woman gently held Xia Zhicicada's head, and her voice called his name urgently. Those blood mist were still drifting outside, and soon dyed Jiang Qin's white Dao robe into a blood-red color.

Even that white cloud was no exception.

She bit her lower lip tightly, and she couldn't feel the blood even if it was biting.

Jiang Qin watched the aura in front of her getting weaker and weaker, almost to the point of being inaudible, she didn't know what the man had done to become like this.

Look down at the ground beneath your feet.

The crack that was 100 feet wide should have come from the man's hand.

"I have my own way of dealing with him, but it's too powerful......"

Xia Zhiciao's words before are still in his ears, but Jiang Qin at that time probably couldn't have imagined that the power in the man's mouth was too great, and it turned out to be such a scene.

She frowned tightly, tears rolling in her eyes.

The man in his arms gradually lost his breath.

Bang – it's like there's a broken string in my heart.

The tears are still flowing uncontrollably, and I have already vowed not to cry again. Jiang Qin remembered that he cried a lot after his mother died, and then secretly swore in his heart that he would never cry again.

No matter how loud she cried at that time and how sad she was in her heart, it couldn't change any of the facts.

So at that time, she decided that she would never cry again.

But today, when she hugged the man covered in blood, her tears couldn't help but gush out again, and bean-sized tears slipped down her cheeks and dripped onto the man's bloody face.

She cried for the first time because she was born.

She cried a second time because her mother was gone.

Now she cried for the third time, for the man in her arms.

"Hahaha, dead! It's good to be dead! It's so cheap to die......"

With a piercing laugh, a fluctuating shadow appeared in front of Jiang Qin.

The woman wiped away her tears vigorously and looked up at the other party.

It seems that it should be the ghost king, but I didn't expect the other party to survive such a terrible attack by Xia Zhicicada, but it is estimated that he was also seriously injured.

With a wave of her hand, she pulled out the cloud without a trace.

"Hahaha, little girl, why bother? You can't beat me anyway......"

The Ghost King was indeed injured, but he still barely managed to protect his Yuan Shen, and although the strong physique of the catfish spirit disappeared, he survived.

He is also a ghost king at the peak of entry, and he is at the same level as Jiang Qin in terms of cultivation, but he lost seven or eight success forces due to injury.

And Jiang Qin was because he had given all the true qi in his body to Xia Zhician before, and now he only had a little bit of just cultivated in his body.

So once the two fight, it is more likely that the ghost king will win.

"Haha, little girl, or else. You give this person to me, I will possess him, and then have a good time with you, it is not in vain that you are deeply affectionate, hahahaha......"

The ghost king stretched out two dry and gray claws from the shadows, and made a begging gesture at Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin clenched her sword, she stared at the arrogant ghost king in front of her, and suddenly raised her left hand.

The handwriting drawn by the teacher's pen in front of me is fading little by little, disappearing one by one, and in the end, only the white and clean palm remains.

The woman smiled.

When the ghost king saw it, he thought that the woman had agreed to what he said, and couldn't help laughing several times.

Buzz –

There was another sword sound, but Jiang Qin did not wave the cloud in his hand without a trace, but put the sword down, but her momentum not only did not decrease, but continued to surge like waves on the river.

"Little girl, no matter how much you struggle, you can't do it, in the end it's just an entry realm."

The ghost king also laughed a few words, but saw that the aura of the woman in front of him suddenly rose a lot.

"You...... Could it be ......"

Jiang Qin raised two slender jade fingers and slashed forward with his fingers.

The familiar sword aura came out of the air, and it was fleeting.

The ghost king who had entered the peak cultivation was actually scattered under that sword, and disappeared directly between heaven and earth.

She.

A thought into the hall.