Not long after Baili Broken River left, in some parts of this world, several other young people also decided to get up, intending to take a look in the direction where the sword intent came from.

That terrifying sword intent was like a magnet, rising from the deep forest and spreading in the sky, although it was no longer in the world, it still attracted everyone.

Diao took a sip of wine in the vast valley, tied the crimson gourd around his waist, and then tore off the fragrant meat in front of the fire, half of which he put into his belly, and half of which was wrapped in animal skins for dry food.

He stayed for the last night in this uninhabited valley, where he had lived for nearly a year, and when the sky grew brighter and there was light on the other side of the mountain, he put out the fire, took the dry food, and took up the ancient knife, and set out at the last moment of the bitter wind, stepping on the corpses of wild beasts and the traces of battle all over the ground, and began to walk away with the morning sun.

Behind him, a sword aura came out of the valley, and followed the footsteps all the way forward, side by side with the boy.

Zhuo Xingchen, the white-clothed boy who controlled the beast zhai, had also been fighting in that blood-colored lake for a year, and not long ago, he had annihilated a surging beast dynasty with an invincible attitude.

Countless corpses floated and scattered under the water, and there was no reflection in sight under the surface of the lake, only the endless light of blood and the breath of death lingering in between.

The green hills on both sides of the river in the distance also seem to be smeared with blood, covering up its original brilliance and charm, standing between the blood lake and the sky, extremely desolate and tragic.

Zhuo Xingchen has experienced countless battles of life and death since he was a child, and he has never been afraid or panicked in his heart.

Even the endless beast dynasty in the Jiangshan Society Diagram could not exhaust or destroy his will and fighting instinct.

But when that terrifying sword intent first appeared in the distant sky, the white-clothed killing god in the beast control hall actually had a negative feeling that he didn't want to be an enemy of it.

If you don't want to be an enemy, you are naturally cowardly.

Zhuo Xingchen was silent in the blood-colored lake for a long time, and he asked himself that no one from childhood to adulthood could really let himself retreat without a fight.

But that sudden sword intent, although it was far away in the sky, and the target was not on him, as long as he saw it, the sword seemed to be coming towards him, piercing into his heart with a vertical and horizontal momentum.

He was warlike by nature, and in the face of that sword intent, he didn't even have the courage to raise his hand.

It's scary.

If you don't find its roots, I'm afraid that you will live in the shadow of that sword intent in this life.

So just before the next wave of beasts came, Zhuo Xingchen began to take steps, stepping along the boundless blood lake with the turbulent water, stepping on countless corpses and ripples, step by step, and the white-clothed figure quickly disappeared between the green mountains on both sides of the river.

At the same time, in the snowfield of the Jiangshan Society, the Demon Saint Descendant sneered and smiled between the snow-capped mountains that were like glaciers, he punched the mountain with one punch, if it weren't for the sword intent that suddenly shook the sky, and there was boundless coercion and momentum from tens of thousands of miles away, he might have been bombarding it with his fists, and he would never get tired of it.

But when the sword intent came, Sneer Xiao finally couldn't hold back his temperament, and directly forcibly opened the mountain with the bloody power of the yellow sand of the northern desert, rushing all the way from the middle of the mountain to the end of the snow-capped mountain.

Then he stood on the edge of the cave at the foot of the snowy mountain, looking up and feeling the breath and residual warmth left by the sword intent.

For a long time, this indifferent Demon Saint Descendant slightly tidied up the black coat on his body, and walked away from the place where the sword intent arose without saying a word.

I didn't look back, I was very resolute.

Jiang He, the descendant of the Dao Saint, and Jiu'er, the descendant of the Buddha Saint, also put down the Dao Zang and the scriptures in their hands at the same time, and they walked in the wind, also following the sword intent.

Even halfway through the journey, these two had already made plans, if that sword intent really came from the hands of Baili Broken River, they had to be ready to congratulate.

In addition to Ah Diao and Zhuo Xingchen of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, as well as a few saints, there are also people in the camp of the human monks who are looking forward to the sword and preparing to go on this trip to the troubled waters.

For example, the cold and arrogant young master Ning Xiaolong of Lone Dragon Mountain.

For example, several little Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain.

For example, the young swordsman Bei Xiaojian of Yijian Villa.

They have also entered the soul of the Four Realms, and they have the top combat power in the world.

Aside from their identity and talent, with their strength on the surface, they are indeed qualified to go to the place where the sword intent is rising.

When the proudest group of young people in the world all went to the distant dense forest, the true owner of the earth-shattering sword intent was walking slowly on the road at this time.

His mood was calm, his eyes were indifferent, and he moved forward step by step with a peaceful mind from beginning to end.

He rests when he is tired, drinks water when he is thirsty, and occasionally stops when he encounters a beautiful scenery, stays for a while, and observes it.

I had no idea that at this moment, the whole world was amazed by his sword.

And speculation.

When the wind rises, the sun is warm.

Tang Qing just moved forward, without a specific direction, simply opened the way with intuition, walking in the breeze and warm sun.

The dagger dangled from his waist, dangling and dangling.

Occasionally, when Tang Qing's footsteps were enlarged, the short sword would sway very high, and then there would be a wisp of sword intent as if he wanted to break through a certain seal in the sword, trying hard to drill out, wanting to shine in this world.

At this time, Tang Qing was already standing at the threshold of the Three Realms of Guarding the Heart.

The first sword intent has retreated.

The second retreat sword intent will rise.

I don't know who will bear the glory of this second sword.

In the wooden house between the deep forests, the three masters and apprentices of the Jade Maiden Sect had no idea that the most powerful and proud group of young people on the human continent were coming in their direction at this time.

They still cling to this deep forest, and they want to continue living here in order to spend the remaining years in the country.

Wu Lao Er is dead, the strange boy is also gone, the ruthless fairy has no worries and concerns, she came out after a few days of retreat in the house, the wound on her shoulder has almost healed, only occasionally swinging the sword and falling The wound is still painful, as if it has left a hidden disease.

Naturally, she couldn't forget that sword.

I can't get out of that sword.

Unless one day in the future, she can wield the same sword.

Before that, in addition to retreating and concentrating on sword practice, the rest of her time and energy was to take care of her two disciples.

She didn't mention much about the battle between the deep forests, but simply explained the fact that Wu Lao Er was dead.

Qingzhi and Xiaoru didn't ask much, and stayed in front of the wooden house as before, spending every day quietly.

In the middle of the night, Qingzhi learned from Wu Lao Er in front of the wooden house to build a simple bonfire, the two rabbits caught by the ruthless fairy have already been slaughtered, and at this time they are slowly roasting on the fire, and the sound of crackling meat tightening continues to sound, interspersed with tempting fragrances, floating far away in the dark night.

The ruthless fairy sat by the fire with a quiet face and did not say a word.

Xiao Ru has long forgotten his declaration that he used to be cute, and his saliva is flowing all over the ground.

Qingzhi turned the barbecue unhurriedly, occasionally turning over the noodles and sprinkling spices and seasonings, and the action was very skillful.

The picture looks very harmonious.

There is a soft warmth in the middle of the night.

Until, a sword came from afar.

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