The sword light is neither arrogant nor breeds all kinds of visions, but it carries a moving and resolute sword light, as if it wants to cut off the heavens and force emptiness to be even more emptiness.

Zhang Qinghe has seen Li Shaobai's past sword - the endless green lotus between heaven and earth, each lotus platform is woven by its own sword intent, which contains uninhibited freehand, as well as gentle killing intent, like the peach blossoms blooming in the lower courtyard, like the Cangjiang River descending from the sky, and like the winged Dapeng, the sage who drinks alone under the moon.

He once used the sword in the jade plate to mess up the scheming of the Five Plague Star Monarchs. Li Shaobai once relied on the sword in his words to carefully wash his anger when he returned from Lantian.

But at this moment, the sword in Li Shaobai's hand was already different.

If it is said that the road before the transformation, this white-clothed master can only be regarded as a wandering and wandering wanderer, then now, he has become a unique Taoist immortal in the world.

This immortal word does not match the immortals in Lingguantian and Xingchen Heaven at all, Li Shaobai's Qinglian sword is pointing at the mountain at the moment, next to this person.

"There are people who are beautiful, and there are people in the sidewalks.

Mr. Splendid leads the child, and the child obliquely enshrines a green lotus.

Qinglian never bears the cold light, and turns upside down in the dust.

The boy was so annoying and clean that he smiled at the three-foot sword.

Tong'er asked: This sword is clumsy and ugly, and what is the subtlety here?

The gentleman laughed loudly when he heard this, pointed to the sky, and looked at the East China Sea with low eyebrows.

The Lancang of the East China Sea is the same as the qin, and he twists the strings with a high song——

The Mo Dao gods are in the Xuan Firmament, and the Mo Dao Gu Immortals are hidden in the abyss.

A sword cuts himself, a sword hooks the sky, and there is still that sword at the pinnacle.

This sword can be ten thousand feet high, and it can kill the two heavens at every turn!"

Wenchang Xingjun carefully picked up his own handle, trembling and inserting it into his waist, his hand seemed to be a little shaky - but on this occasion, he glanced at Wude Xingjun beside him, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he slowly sang a child's play.

His words are actually very strange, and they don't bring into the characters, as if they are just reminiscing and narrating, and because they are in the realm of the sky and the sky, he sings carefully, as if telling what kind of story, this story flows with the information that permeates the entire space in the forbidden place arranged by Guo Sicheng, making Zhang Qinghe's brows furrow.

As Wenchang's lyrics dispersed, a subtle crack spread out from Li Shaobai's heart lake, and the sound was very small, so small that it didn't seem to be the source of Fang Cai's sword light that intended to cut through the sky.

But everyone present knows about it...... The thick dead silence that accompanied the resolute sword intent revealed a fact that no one, let alone anyone, could ignore-

Shouyongzi, who has already attained a Dao fruit, has fallen silent with this sword, and together with Li Shaobai's half-fleshed body, he was killed in the emptiness of the sky - although there is foreshadowing, but for an immortal god, it seems a little hasty......

The brilliance was magnificent, and the dead air was even worse, Zhang Qinghe could only see that under the dense deformities, a sword mark was divided into a significant boundary, as if blocking the years and cutting out the separation of people and "gods".

The handsome master, the hideous monster, is integrated in one way, and Li Shaobai's body, which is still relatively intact, trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes-no longer the calm that does not make waves, nor the accumulation of years.

Li Shaobai is back, and this body is already the last moment of the broken candle......

He should have died, but here is the emptiness of the lost plane, and the interaction of messages remains.

With the sword that amazed the heavens and the earth, with an indifference to life and death, he returned from the heart lake and deceived a Dao Fruit Immortal Monarch.

"You're a kid...... It's a toss-up. ”

The body of the peak of the Great Sage was already a person beyond the Middle Heavens, and if it weren't for the Dao wound he had slashed himself, I am afraid that he would have healed in an instant.

Zhang Qinghe looked at Li Shaobai's ghostly appearance, and had a sour nose in a trance - this gentleman in white still has to continue to suffer after all.

"First...... Teacher ......"

Zhang Qinghe snorted, although it was not the first time he had seen him, and he had connived at Li Shaobai to be taken captive and plundered up the mountain, but no matter how many times, he couldn't bear to see it.

"You, you, are you so born that I am like a candle in the wind, will you call me that?

You...... Come here. ”

Li Shaobai couldn't help but laugh and scolded - after all, only half of his body and soul were left, and he was neatly opened by his own sword.

"I don't blame him, if it weren't for his awkward temperament, how could Shou Yongzi believe that we didn't want to save you. ”

Wenchang Xingjun was quite emotional when he heard the sentence "teacher".

Li Shaobai was also ignorant, seeing that "Wenchang Xingjun" nodded at him, hesitating, he tightened the three-foot green lotus that suddenly appeared in his hand.

But after a moment, he relaxed again—he really didn't have any energy left, and he really wanted to believe in his disciples.

Zhang Qinghe took out the bronze coffin from the Xuan Sac, the thick and simple bronze coffin was extremely weird, and there was no substance in the emptiness, but it caused the whole world to tremble a little.

He is the image of a big man wearing a unicorn uniform at the moment, this man thought about it, and slowly took off the mask of the god with red fangs and angry eyes, and turned into the student in Tsing Yi again.

Zhang Qinghe slowly approached.

Even if Li Shaobai is a complete half of his bare hands, he is stretched incomparably longer due to alienation at this moment, as if it is more suitable to hold a sword and hold a pen, and then put on a hideous figure, which is so terrifying.

Even the gentle smile on weekdays is hard to look at.

Li Shaobai stretched out his fingers tremblingly and flicked them heavily on Zhang Qinghe's forehead-

"Stiff wings?"

Zhang Qinghe just wanted to refute......

"It's good if the wings are stiff...... Futu has no wings, so he can't see the vast world, so he dies of thirst, and if he wants to fly out, his wings are not hard......"

Li Shaobai smiled, and turned his head to look at Wenchang - obviously he also figured it out, and it was not only the Li family standing behind Zhang Qinghe.

"I said that I would help me flatten this mountain, and I might have come to your Heavenly Palace straight away. You're going around in circles, it's boring!"

"There will be a chance. Wenchang replied softly.

"That's good, I have no regrets about being able to cut this sword, Qinghe boy, your teacher's sword is not amazing, just ask you if you are amazing!"

Zhang Qinghe nodded.

"Hahaha, Lao Xu, have you seen it, this is my student, my student!

Li Shaobai looked at the Holy Master who seemed to have been stunned on the side, immersed in the horror of Shou Yongzi's annihilation, and said with a stinky smile, no matter how he had to calculate himself before, he talked very familiarly, as if the two were still extremely close elders and juniors.

Since Zhang Qinghe called him teacher, he has been so happy.

Zhang Qinghe slowly uncovered the bronze coffin he was carrying, and the deep and empty appearance inside seemed to reveal the silence of eternity.

"You're tired, so get some rest. ”