Ask the sound of the sword to perceive the sudden change of the fallen people at the end of the world, but the sound of the sword is mentioning the true qi of the whole body, and it is already about to make a move.

He can't close the momentum, and he can't collect the momentum.

Not to mention that when he was doing his best, even if he stood at the end of the world and carefully responded to the enemy, and watched the end of the world fall people make a move, he knew that he was powerless to stop it.

He could only put all his resentment towards the fallen people of the end of the world into this move against Nameless, and the majestic sword intent was rising to the limit, straight to the limit of what he could achieve today.

The extreme sword move witnessed his determination not to let tonight's operation fail. The sword qi that was enough to tear everything through him surged around him like a huge whirlpool.

A thunderbolt fell on the head, and it flew into the sword qi that rolled into a vortex in the middle. It seems to be drawn by the trick of asking the sound of the sword, and he wants to help him.

Heavenly thunder and sword qi fused together. A ray of white wave-like lightning touched the tip of the sword, and turned into several rays of white light that reflected back on the Nine Heavens.

Unwilling to fail, the sound of the sword was like a mad demon, and his extremely hideous face opened his lips and teeth, and he suddenly burst out: "Go!"

The sword light fell, and several lightning bolts that turned into white light also fell towards the nameless in the distance. All of a sudden, the thunder roared on the fool's street, and the sword qi pierced the entire night sky...

As soon as the building boat of the fallen people at the end of the world moved, Fang Diqiang, who had suffered a slap from the fallen people at the end of the world, endured his injuries and hurriedly chased after him.

The building boat castrated extremely quickly, and it was out of the city in the blink of an eye. Fang Di didn't hesitate for a moment, he swept directly onto the Luoshui River, and hurriedly chased after the ripples left by the boat.

After leaving the city, Luoshui, around Guo into the mountain, several songs. But the speed of the boat did not decrease by half a minute, and it swept through the winding river like an arrow from the string.

The fallen man of the end of the world sealed the qi veins of the Nine Emperor Princes with one finger and threw the Nine Emperor Princes on the ship's board. The Nine Emperors were thrown and rolled on the board of the boat a few times, and the wounds left by the battle were torn, mixed with the inflow of rainwater, sending out a sharp pain that pierced the bones and hearts.

The Nine Emperor Princes grinned in pain. He tried to struggle to his feet, but he couldn't muster his strength, his body seemed to be paralyzed, and he couldn't move except for the sharp pain that irritated his nerves and made him shiver uncontrollably.

The storm and rain are wildly intertwined, and the thunder and thunder are deafening. The Nine Emperors, who were slumped on the board, looked like a dog.

The dog was dressed in splendid clothes and had a noble status, but at this moment, the dog was so depressed that no one even wanted to look at him more.

Like a seriously injured Yan Qingming, the Nine Emperor Princes who were prostrate on the board of the ship in pain watched the end of the world fall and walked up.

An angry voice came into the ears of the Nine Emperor Princes: "You dogs who don't know the suffering of the people, who are in power but are harming the world, I will let you experience what it means to be a fallen person at the end of the world!"

The end of the world raised his foot and kicked the Nine Emperors in the abdomen.

The Nine Emperor Princes weakly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body slid backwards. Crashed under the rails of the steamer.

On the Luoshui behind the boat, Fang Di chased after him with a sword.

A handsome and solemn face showed helplessness, and also looked at death as if it were home, and shouted loudly: "The end of the world has fallen, the family and the country are prosperous and ruined, and they are destined by heaven; if you forcibly change it, it will only cause chaos in the world!"

The people who fell from the end of the world turned their eyes to look at Fang Di, who was chasing after him, and said coldly: "Ignorant child, I only know that the destiny of heaven is destined, but I don't know that people will win the sky, and things are man-made;

Fang Di was speechless, unable to answer for a while, but his feet did not relax.

He knew he couldn't relax. Tonight, if the end of the world is let and the Nine Emperors take away, even if the Nine Emperors do not die, they will inevitably be more than lucky.

In the eyes of the fallen people at the end of the world, the person surnamed Zhao has made this world what it is now, and he is a person who is more damned than asking for a sword and being a traitor. He is the most damned person in the world.

The fallen man of the end of the world urged the boat with a gas machine, and slowly walked to the stern: "Tonight, I won't kill you!"

The eyes under the green veil twitched, and the sword in his eyes was hair. The sword qi instantly spread across the surface of this Luoshui River, rushing towards the chasing Fang Di like a tide.

The moment the sword qi met Shang Di, it transformed into a Dao sword shadow with the thoughts of the people who had fallen to the end of the world. Fang Di gritted his teeth and raised his sword, sacrificing his life to meet him, and the sword light on the river surface of the fight was full, but he couldn't break through after all.

The building boat at the other end of the sword qi went hundreds of feet, and only the end of the world could be seen in the distance, and people standing in the stern of the ship. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Fang Di's sight...

The Wudang Sword Saint standing on the eaves cannot invade his body by wind and rain. But the true qi of the body made the robe dance backwards like a sudden wind.

Looking at the earth-shattering last move of the sword, Nameless did not answer.

Rather, it is deliberately avoided backwards.

As soon as Nameless moved, Lang Zhong, who had been standing on one side and didn't make a move, also moved. The two figures swept back seven or eight roofs together, exiting more than a hundred feet.

Not only did the people of the end of the world hear that there are many, many people approaching the Wuxiu wine shop, but also the nameless who asked about the sword sound moves.

Those people were no more than ten feet away from Fool's Street.

As soon as Nameless and Lang Zhong stepped back, the sword moves that asked the sound of the sword passed, and the first few of those who approached had already turned out of the corner of Fool's Street.

Asked the sword sound, this sword fell into the air, and he didn't find out whether he could break the nameless sword intent. But the sound of the sword is not making a move.

He was aware of it, too, and couldn't help but look intently at the corner where someone had walked out.

The number of people coming out of the street corner is endless. Each one was dressed in white, and each one held an elegant floral paper umbrella in his hand.

Each one is a woman with a graceful body and a staggered posture.

There were many women in white holding paper umbrellas, but their steps, movements, and demeanor were surprisingly consistent. The only inconsistency is their age.

The women were old and young. Generally speaking, the oldest is probably not more than forty years old, and the youngest is only twelve or thirteen years old, and there is still a childish feeling that there is no retreat.

Among those women in white, there are many beauties with peerless faces, but each of them has an expressionless look on their faces. The electric light reflected on their faces, making them look like cold plums standing in the snow.

The gaze of the sword did not fall on the women's faces, or on their waists or breasts. He's not a disciple, he's not a womanizer.

The gaze of the sword fell on the women's feet.

The women, divided into two columns on the left and right, walked slowly and neatly, their feet in the rain, but not in the rain. Rather, it passes by on a plane, like a limbo.

Everywhere you go, there are ripples. The water ripples lightly.

Ask the sword sound's gaze didn't linger long on the woman's feet. From this battle, he saw the origin of these women in white.

These women are no ordinary women.

His eyes drooped slightly, and he thought to himself: "These women have always lived between good and evil, and the evil sect says that they are decent, and the decent say that they are evil sects, so what are they here here for tonight? Could it be... They're here for the guy surnamed Yan, too?"

The sound of the sword is difficult to determine. While thinking about it, a woman in white walked out of the two women's centers at the corner of the street.

The woman in white was obviously different from the other women in white. Not only is the temperament much colder, the demeanor is much more elegant, and the face is much more beautiful.

The woman in white was the only one of them who didn't have an umbrella.

The woman in white was dressed in white and draped in white veil, and there were some strips of white silk attached to her elbows, and the white silk floated in the wind, but it was not wet by the cold rain.

Looking at it from a distance, the woman in white seemed to have come out of the painting. It seems to have come out of a dream.

It's more like a kind of person called "Bodhisattva".

Behind the woman in white who did not hold an umbrella, a canopy sedan chair followed.

The sedan chair was carried on the shoulders of eight shirtless and stout men. Walking slowly in the storm, there is no ups and downs.

The beautiful eyes of the woman in white without an umbrella wandered, swept over the sword sound standing in the middle of the street, and looked at the endless wine shop where the doors and windows were all broken.

There is only one person standing in the liquor store, who kills people without blood.

The woman in white slowed down, stepped aside, and walked in unison with the sedan chair. Xiang Xiang smiled in the sedan chair and said, "Palace Master, we are one step late, and the people who have fallen to the end of the world have already left." ”