"The sword can't break your life, and people can't win against the sky! Kunlun's extinction is the destiny of heaven, and if you go against the sky, you will die!"

Qian Lingzi drank coldly and pressed down his palm, the deep night sky above Chang Ming's head became heavier and heavier, and the bandit who was bent down raised his head, and his eyes burned with fireworks called Unyielding.

"Human life is up to man, not to heaven, if you can't control your own life when you practice, what are you going to do with your practice?"

Chang Ming raised his head and asked the sky, the curved spine slowly straightened, and the bandit who was unwilling to bow his head turned red, and his body trembled and lifted the night sky alive!

Qian Lingzi's expression changed greatly, he stretched out his hand to suppress the forty-eight long swords that were about to move, and looked at Chang Ming in disbelief, there are really people in the world who can lift a dome by themselves, if they don't see it with their own eyes, Qian Lingzi will never believe it, after all, no matter how small it is, it is also the dome of heaven!

Can man really conquer the sky? Ask yourself, Qianlingzi was shaken.

Luoyang looked at Chang Ming's back and smiled, the sword flowing on the Sauvignon Blanc fell silent, and he reached out and drew his sword, and the extremely brilliant sword qi rose into the air, tearing the night sky apart in an instant.

Forty-eight immortal swords flew upside down, and Qian Lingzi was shocked, and before he could urge the Instant Shadow Step, he was slashed in the chest by the sword qi, and blood splattered in the sky.

The bandits, who were free from the shackles, stepped on the void and went straight to the sky, raising their fists to attack, not giving Qian Lingzi the slightest respite.

The iron fist that shook the void slammed into the sword marks, and the surging energy penetrated through the body, shattering the five internal organs of the thousand spirit sons.

"The sword can kill life, and man will win the sky!"

Qian Lingzi forgot to fight back, and followed the prestige, Luoyang's figure swayed with the wind, but his voice was as firm as a mountain, and his scorching eyes made him a little afraid to look directly.

"Well said, man will win the day!"

Chang Ming praised it and swung his fist to blast Qian Lingzi high, and before the right fist that coiled around the golden dragon fell, Qian Lingzi suddenly turned into a flying Gu the size of a fly and fled from here.

Ling Qiwei in Ziwei Palace also fainted, her eyebrows and eyes full of relief.

Chang Ming retracted his fist strength, and fell beside Luoyang breathlessly, holding his chest up and raising his head, which seemed to be extraordinary, but in fact he had long lost the strength to fight. Luoyang on the side fell to the ground even more weakly, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, not knowing what to do.

Yama is good at killing and not good at defending, and he feels very powerless now.

The vigilance was half loud, the wind was light, Chang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, sat beside Luoyang, looked at the quiet sky, and comforted him: "Brother, those who are unsatisfactory in this life are nineteen or eighty-nine, don't take it to heart, if you are alive, you have to look forward." ”

"Brother Chang Ming, you lock the door of Ziwei Palace, today is a big day to open the mountain gate, this matter should not be spread, when the ancestor comes back, I will personally ask for the guilt of the senior sister, whether it is killing or punishing, my senior sister and brother will bear it together. ”

Luoyang raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and his voice was weak, he didn't know Xue Qingrou's appearance, and he didn't know that it was Xue Qingrou who died.

Chang Ming opened his mouth to speak, and when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly woke up, locked the palace door with a flick of his fingers, and tilted his head to look at the dead and silent Feiyu Peak not far away.

Since Shen Hualian left Feiyu Peak, there are only these sisters and sisters who depend on each other, and now Ling Qiwei has indirectly killed the senior sister who is also a teacher and mother, how should she deal with herself? Shen Hualian's death she couldn't let go of in the first place, and now Xue Qingrou's departure is afraid that it will completely crush this poor person.

In the past thousand years, Kunlun has experienced wind and rain, and half of it has been flying feather peak.

Chang Ming is an ordinary person, and he hopes that he is no different from ordinary people in the world, he just hopes that this Feiyu Peak can hang above the clouds, and the incense can continue, and Ling Qiwei can survive strongly, although life is very hard, but she still has to live.

The way of the doctor sword can't cut off the incense, which is not only a loss for Kunlun, but also a loss for the world.

In this era, the world can no longer afford the slightest loss.

Outside Yuanchen Peak, the invisible sword qi was woven into a chessboard with countless lines on top of the flying clouds, and the soup was boundless.

Li Qinyue stood on the chessboard, the sword fell, the fan Mei in the chessboard retreated and retreated, and the hideous ghost face was strangled by the sword qi that confused black and white as soon as it emerged from under the silver hairpin.

Retreating to the dead end, Fan Mei stared at Li Qinyue who had no sword in his hand, and the despair and horror in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

Playing a sword is like a game of chess, strategizing, anticipating the enemy in front, being able to strike first and being the first to come, such a sword is unparalleled in the six worlds, but in Kunlun, the sword can only rank third!

"The official has arrived, Fan Mei, do you have any last words?"

"Li Qinyue, even if I die, I will be with you!" Fan Mei roared and stabbed the silver hairpin into the Baihui acupoint, his body swelled in a circle, and he resisted the two sword qi stubbornly.

With a flick of the bark-like palm, a black flag was sacrificed, the flag flew, Fan Mei's bun was blown away by the wind, the white hair was dyed black, the rickety figure gradually straightened, the traces of the years carved on the face gradually faded, and the old woman turned into a young girl.

"Li Qinyue, if I leave the Sui Sword Sect in time, I will inevitably replace Kunlun, and that day will not be too long!"

Fan Mei smiled and put the plain hands holding the mudra together in front of his chest, the streamer flashed, and the black flag waving in the wind immediately turned into a thick black mist, half of which poured into Fan Mei's body, and half of it was turning into an extraterritorial evil spirit, with a beast face and a human body, scarlet eyes, a head with two horns, a body full of fine snake scales, and a deranged bone spur on his shoulders and elbows.

"Blood...... ...... Food"

The sound of the evil spirit is like a bell, and it shatters the invisible chessboard around it with its sharp claws, and grabs the talent in the mountains with a cruel smile.

"It's ugly, but it's beautiful, but unfortunately, I guessed your trick!"

Li Qinyue smiled easily, flipped her palm, and the black and white sword qi fell in the air, surrounding Fan Mei in the middle, and as soon as her palm fell, the yin and yang picture painted by the sword qi covered the dome in a moment, slowly swirling, completely erasing Fan Mei and the evil spirits behind him, leaving nothing behind!

In the Outer Heaven Realm, the Immortal Demon Yan outside the body in the south was finally broken by the Infinite Star Sword, and the glittering starlight completely submerged the Demon Emperor's six-zhang body.

The sword light dissipated, and Nanli's purple gold Nine Dragons robe was shattered into rags, like a beggar. Countless sword traces were scattered on the immortal demon's body, and the intention of withering and extinction pressed the demon, and the injury was difficult to heal for a long time.

"Nan Li, today's incident has nothing to do with you, otherwise the old man will definitely call the demon world to change the new emperor. ”

The young patriarch brushed his sleeves away, although his face was ugly, it gave Nan Li a very awkward feeling, which made him fall into deep thought.

After a long time, Nan Li laughed heartlessly, grabbed Nan Yi to his side, remembered the broken void, and returned to the demon realm.

He couldn't guess the young ancestor's plan, and he didn't care what was going on in Kunlun Mountain.

He knows that mortals are angry, and all the incidents here are caused by the demons, presumably the human doll hates the demons very much now, and hates Nanno very much, and that relationship will definitely not end.

It doesn't matter what his young ancestor planned, anyway, he made money from Nanli.

The three wars have ended, and Kunlun Mountain has returned to its original appearance, pure and beautiful, full of flowers and birds.

The Buddha's light on the Dongshan path has not yet dissipated, but the old monk who sat on the mountain has already brushed his clothes away, and the family members come with their hearts, and they go with their hearts, without any intention of fame and fame.