Shang Yunjian's eyes condensed slightly.

At this moment, he was surrounded by paper full of dense things.

It's like entering the world of a book.

"I don't want to go boating. ”

He looked around, and there was a bitterness on his face.

He never liked to read.

The environment he was in now was full of pages, and when you looked closely, it seemed to cover a lot of areas.

He knew in his heart that he had fallen into Sima Wuhua's fairyland.

Every fairyland is a space unique to the immortal who created it, and the size of the space represents the strength of the immortal's cultivation to a certain extent.

And the immeasurable bottle is a fairyland with a small appearance, but in fact an all-encompassing internal space, which is rare in the world.

Manjuan Collection, with immeasurable bottles is a type of fairyland.

Shang Yunjian was inside the Ten Thousand Scrolls at this time.

The immeasurable bottle is still outside.

And his connection with the Boundless Bottle and the Shoreless Sword Peak was also cut off outright.

"It's a bit careless. ”

Shang Yunjian sighed in his heart and began to look around.

After wandering in the sea of pages for a while, Shang Yunjian helplessly lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

He really doesn't like to read, even though it's very helpful to him.

What's more, it seems that Sima Wuhua has some kind of spell on the page here, and he will be drowsy at a glance.

In the world of Wanjuan Zang, Moli's sword soul was suppressed to death, and it was extremely difficult to protect the sword heart, and he had to bow his head and ignore those pages that he hated.

Sima Wuhua's voice came from all directions, and his tone was extremely calm.

"You're too tender. ”

Shang Yunjian smiled when he heard this, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe, I was really impulsive just now." ”

He didn't expect that Sima Wuhua's Wonderland would be a book, and this book would directly engulf him.

In other words, he is now in Sima Wuhua's world, and he is still the kind he crashed into by himself.

It's really stupid.

Sima Wuhua's voice came again: "You don't seem to be scared at all. ”

Shang Yunjian smiled and said, "I'm used to coming here, and then I'll be safe." ”

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "And it's not like I can't get out." ”

A cold snort echoed in all directions.

The 10,000-volume collection was in a state of darkness.

Shang Yun also fell into a gloom.

Just now, his five senses were completely obscured.

Shang Yunjian was slightly stunned and sneered: "It seems that you don't want me to wait for death." ”

Sima Wuhua stood in the sea of clouds, looking at the small black dot in the book in his hand that kept squirming, and did not answer with a cold face.

Wanjuan Zang is his last resort, and it is also his strongest method.

In the past, he could only dominate some of the things around him, but in the Ten Thousand Scrolls, he is the real master.

No matter how strong Shang Yunjian is, in his small world, it is only a matter of time before he is obliterated.

Sima Wuhua didn't respond to Shang Yunjian's complaints, and even if he did, the current Shang Yunjian wouldn't be able to hear it, so he said to himself: "But this kind of small method is really annoying." ”

After saying that, his fingers stabbed down on the big holes around his body.

Each stab was infused with a sword intent.

What is revealed is a stronger sword intent.

Sima Wuhua's pupils shrunk,

He couldn't have imagined that Shang Yunjian would use such a method to deal with it.

Piercing the sword intent into the eight veins of the Qi Jing will inevitably stimulate the potential of the human body, and now Shang Yunjian has no pain, let alone worry about pain.

But doing so must mean that the sword intent has pierced the meridians, and after a short outburst, only death will be ushered in.

Sima Wuhua knew very well that Shang Yunjian was actually a person who cherished his life, how could he make such a move that was tantamount to suicide?

At this moment, Shang Yunjian's voice echoed inside Wanjuanzang.

In fact, Yun Youbu and Liuyun Hand were both exercises created by Uncle Jiang when he was young, and later, he abandoned these bells and whistles. ”

"Because as long as there is absolute power and speed, nothing can stand in front of him. ”

When Sima Wuhua heard this, his heart moved, and the book in his hand seemed to be led by an invisible hand, turning page by page.

In the 10,000-volume collection, a powerful storm caused countless pages to fall, each with a different picture on it.

Each page can be as light as a feather or heavier than Mount Tai.

In this storm, everything but the pages and the knowledge on the pages seem to be torn apart.

This was the most powerful suppression of Wanjuanzang.

Shang Yunjian's sword robe suddenly shattered.

Countless blood marks suddenly appeared on his body.

He frowned slightly, and then swung his sword into the sky.

He couldn't feel anything around him.

But as long as he can still move, this sword will definitely be able to swing. Read it

Countless sword intents shot out from Shang Yunjian's body.

At this moment, he held the Moli Sword, but he himself was the sharpest sword.

His heart was hidden in ten thousand scrolls, so the sword fell.

A sword light shone in the Ten Thousand Scrolls.

The pages that fell shattered.

The contents of the pages were shattered.

The world inside the Ten Thousand Scrolls was shattered.

The books in Sima Wuhua's hand were shattered, and the evenly cut pieces of paper fell like snow in the sea of clouds, and no trace of them could be found.

Sima Wuhua's black beard was also shattered under the sword intent.

He clutched the 10,000-volume collection with only one book jacket left, and his face was as white as paper.

Shang Yunjian stood in front of him.

Mo was no more than a foot from his throat.

At this time, among Shang Yun, the sword intent around his body was still overflowing.

Freed from the suppression of Wanjuanzang, the five senses returned to his body, and he let out a long sigh of relief, and then his expression began to distort.

"It really hurts. ”

Shang Yunjian took a deep breath with difficulty, and his sword intent suddenly calmed down.

Sima Wuhua's figure suddenly blurred.

Now he can't care about the Ten Thousand Scrolls, and he doesn't have time to care about how Shang Yunjian broke his Ten Thousand Scrolls.

All he had to do now was to get out of Shang Yunjian's side as soon as possible.

However, this is above the sea of clouds, and the shattering of the fairyland has caused a lot of damage to Sima Wuhua.

A person walks on the clouds, its shape is chic and wanton, and its speed is beyond the reach of thousands of people.

Wandering.

A hand landed on his chest and abdomen.

The hand is weak, but there are clouds in the palm.

Flowing cloud hand, cloud-breaking style.

Sima Wuhua spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell towards the top of the clouds.

There was also blood flowing from the corner of Shang Yunjian's mouth.

"Still a little reluctant...... Fortunately, enough is enough. ”

In Shang Yunjian's self-talk, Mo Li's sword fell with a burning flame, as if the entire sea of clouds was about to be burned up.

Sima Wuhua bit the tip of his tongue, his eyes were red, and he quickly drew two sigils to recover some spiritual power for himself, and then stretched out his hands and faced Mo Li.

He makes judgments.

The clear judgment of the three breaks in the sky.

Break through the world's moves.

But the sword was too fast, too strong, and it didn't have any moves at all, it was simply stabbed into his chest and abdomen as fast as it could—there were still the handprints left by Liuyun's hand.

Because there is no trick, it is difficult to solve.

Because it's too fast and strong, it can't be hardwired.

Blood was sprinkled all over the sky.

Sima Wuhua smashed down on the halfway of Lingxiao Peak.

Shang Yunjian stretched out his hand to recall Mo Li, coughed twice in pain, looked in the direction where Sima Wuhua fell, and said in surprise: "Actually not dead yet?"

In his expectation, Sima Wuhua should have died completely.

The Immortal Master of the Holy Pavilion really has his own means of preserving his life.

So he lifted his sword, intending to make a cut.

......

"The difference between a son and a life is also. ”

After the stars were over, Zhuge Linye looked at the finale that exceeded his expectations and smiled bitterly.

He bowed slightly to Long Yao and said, "Thank you." ”

Long Yao returned the salute slightly and said, "You're welcome." ”

After Starlight returned to the sea of clouds again, Xingluo was still suspended in the air, like a phantom, but with a real entity.

Zhuge Lin Ye fell in front of the Holy Pavilion, and the seven stars dimmed and disappeared in turn.

The blood flames around Long Yao's body were hidden, and they fell to the ground.

Luo Qingchen stepped forward and opened his mouth to ask something, but Zhuge Linye smiled slightly: "You won." ”

Zhuge Linye looked at Long Yao and said, "Can you spare his life?"

Long Yao looked at the bloodless old man and nodded.

Sima Wuhua was seriously injured and dying, and he no longer posed any threat to them.

And she believes that if Sima Wuhua loses once, he will lose a second and third time in the future......

Now it is not impossible to fulfill his last wish.

Luo Qingchen's eyes drooped.

Shang Yunjian reluctantly put away his sword and landed beside Long Yao.

Zhuge Linye looked at the blood hole on Shang Yunjian's body and smiled: "It turns out that I was not wrong back then." ”