Zhang Shaoyang looked at the sky stupidly, and he suddenly felt a kind of pain, the same pain as when Xiucai died in front of him.

He wanted to shout, only to find that he couldn't shout no matter what, Yao Sanming turned into a light, dazzling, his tears kept rolling down, everything became blurred, only the light became brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling, like the sun in the sky.

Zhou Jingxian finally showed a look of fear on his face, he saw that Yao Sanming had turned into a light feather, and there was a huge light sword across the entire sky, the blade locked on him, and the powerful qi made him completely unable to dodge, he wanted to escape!

Even if Yao Sanming's strength is not as good as him, he still can't have the mind to fight, he just wants to escape!

But where can he escape? The sword of fate condensed Yao Sanming's lifelong comprehension of the way of the sword, as well as his determination to die, this is an incomparably powerful idea, compared to Sun Muyang's sword immortal will, Yao Sanming's sword intent is not much stronger.

Zhou Jingxian's face was extremely hideous, and the whole person entered a state of sealing demons, he knew that only by destroying Yao Sanming's will, no one would be able to stop him, so the fear in his heart instantly turned into infinite power at this moment, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and roared: "Yao Sanming, you can't kill me, go die!"

The immortal phantom who stood on the top of the sky suddenly raised his fists and smashed down towards the huge lightsaber below, the speed was so fast, the wind that swung down was actually stirring up the wind suddenly, but the lightsaber was unhurried, and the two strongest attacks, one fast and one slow, one vertical and one horizontal, formed a sharp contrast at this moment.

Under everyone's gaze, the lightssaber was instantly hammered by the huge fist, and countless spark-like points of light quickly flew up, turning into a river of light connecting heaven and earth, and the tip of the sword still stabbed forward unhurriedly, until it passed through Zhou Jingxian's body, and then passed through the body of the huge immortal magic phantom, and then also turned into speckled light, merging into that brilliant river of light.

The red glow in Zhou Jingxian's eyes gradually dissipated, and with it his powerful vitality, he looked at a fist-sized hole in his chest in disbelief, blood was gushing out with his heartbeat, and then he turned back resentfully, the fairy phantom was dissipating from top to bottom, and his body was also turned into flying ashes under this terrible power, and finally left a cloud of white ashes on the ground.

This strategist who has lived for two more than two people is dead!

The river of light was still rising, and finally turned into a bright silk scarf in the distant sky, wrapping around and slowly spreading out, and finally it was completely invisible.

A generation of sword immortals is also dead!

In the capital, a young man with a trace of ruffian between his eyebrows is practicing swords, I don't know how long he has been practicing, his clothes have already been soaked with sweat, but he didn't realize it, the feeling of the long sword in his hand wandering and flying was pleasant, so that he didn't want to stop at all, when the long sword drew a snow-white sword light in the air, and then fell down with the momentum of thunder, and stabbed steadily into the hard stone slab on the ground, the young man shook his forehead and messed around, and the sweat was thrown into the sky wantonly.

He grinned, untied a kettle from his waist with one hand, leaned to the side, pressed his broad back against the hilt of his sword, and poured a mouthful of water from his head.

"Refreshing!"

The young man shouted, and it happened that a rainbow bridge appeared above his head at some point, spanning the sky above the capital, and he looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but look stupid.

He just wanted to praise this rare beauty, but he didn't think that the long sword under him whimpered, the sword body trembled suddenly, and the young man hurriedly turned over and got up, and saw that the sword rushed up to the ground, constantly hovering in the air, and the whining sound of breaking the wind seemed to be crying bitterly.

The young man was stunned for a moment, he touched his chin and meditated for a while, he still couldn't figure out why Bai Lujian reacted so much, could it be that something happened to the sword immortal senior?

It wasn't until the rainbow gradually disappeared that the Bai Lu Sword fell from the sky and fell steadily in Wu Sanqi's hand, with a layer of tiny water droplets on the sword's body, cold and soaked to the bone.

Nanshan, Huang Chongzhen's aunt Su Mu and a group of masters looked at the sky solemnly, Su Ying stood there in a daze, unconsciously burst into tears, his hand reached into the air and wanted to grab something, but unfortunately he couldn't catch anything, Zhang Shaoyang was completely stupid, the Honghu sword above his head was still devouring the aura frantically, but he didn't care anymore, he only felt dizzy for a while, and his eyes became pitch black.

In a trance, he sank into the big lake in his body, the dark lake water was cold and biting, the lake water pressed him breathlessly, he wanted to struggle, but the more he struggled, the faster he sank, and finally he simply spread his hands, let his body sink in the lake water, he saw a small fish swimming in the water, swimming to a black and oppressive fish school in the distance, and then a big fish appeared in the lake, swallowing those small fish into the belly, and soon the big fish was hunted by more ferocious monsters, and so on, endlessly.

In a daze, he heard someone calling him, the voice was extremely ethereal, he couldn't tell who it was, he began to swim towards the voice with all his might, I don't know how long he swam, until there was a glimmer of light in front of him, penetrating the dark lake, like a sword piercing into the lake, he couldn't help swimming in that direction, when he finally approached the pillar of light, he saw several big dragons climbing on the pillar of light, poking down the huge head, and the fishy breath from the dragon's mouth hit his face, making him tremble in shock.

Soon the pillar of light in the middle began to shrink rapidly, and the big dragon climbing on it stretched out its huge dragon claws to grab the outer wall of the pillar of light, and quickly climbed upward, and soon the pillar of light became farther and farther away, Zhang Shaoyang was a little panicked in his heart, he glanced at his feet, it was completely dark underneath, a bottomless abyss, he swam after the light in a panic, and swam like crazy...

"Senior, let's go!" Huang Chongzhen lowered his head, a generation of sword immortals came to an end, somewhat sad, this swordsman who had always regarded Yao Sanming as an opponent, suddenly felt a little sorry for the sword in his hand, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and couldn't help but send the sword back into the scabbard, and then silently turned the mountain that he once longed to climb into an insurmountable moat.

"You dead old man, just left?"

Su Ying thought of the first time she met Yao Sanming, two proud people were destined to be opponents as soon as they met, and the moment Yao Sanming picked up her shirt, it not only sowed the seeds of hatred, but also the beginning of love, from then on, there was only Yao Sanming in Su Ying's life.

It doesn't matter what Hongzhou swordsmanship is the first master, what is the world's first beauty, isn't it the most wonderful thing in the world to have a heart?

For his sake, he is willing to abandon the sword from now on!

For him, he has been trapped in Hongzhou since then!

For him, I left an alley of cinnamon fragrance!

...

Otherwise, when he comes again, I am afraid that he will not find it.

In this alley, only Yao Sanming and one man can get close, so those men who came to pick laurel were swept out of the door by her with a sword, until he appeared at the entrance of the alley again, and picked her clothes with a sword again, and time turned, it was thirty years...

"Everyone, there is something wrong with that kid, and the sword is also quite strange, it seems that it is also absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, let's work together to cut off the connection between that sword and the aura of heaven and earth. Gu Sumu said in a deep voice.

"Good!"

All the masters here echoed in unison, and they all stood in position, and under Gu Sumu's order, everyone exerted their strength at the same time, attacking the place where the Honghu Sword and the heavenly cyclone were connected.

"Bang!" After a loud bang, everyone was shocked and took a few steps back, but the column of air did not move.

Gu Sumu frowned, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that you have to use all your strength, otherwise it won't work at all." ”

"Mr. Gusu's order is that we must all go all out, and we must not let Yao Lao Jianxian's efforts go to waste. Someone stood up and said.

"Okay, listen to my orders and work together. ”

At this moment, suddenly a light rushed from the sky, everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and the light cut off the connection between the Honghu Sword and the cyclone, and in an instant, the aura in the cyclone exploded all of a sudden, and scattered frantically in all directions, and the Honghu Sword without the absorption of the aura suddenly dimmed, and fell from the air with Zhang Shaoyang, who was already unconscious, and was taken by Huang Chongzhen's imperial qi.

"Which master, can you show up?"

Gu Sumu was shocked in his heart, and shouted in the direction where the light appeared, but unfortunately after the light disappeared, the person who shot also disappeared, and no one responded.

After putting Zhang Shaoyang down, Huang Chongzhen said with a straight face: "It seems that he is another great master." ”

Gu Sumu was silent for a while, and nodded: "That's okay, Mr. Yao has passed away, and there will always be a master in this world to protect him." ”

After a pause, Gu Su Mu suddenly laughed gloomily: "Brother Huang, I heard that you have always wanted to compete with Mr. Yao, but now it seems that you and I are far behind!"

"Why not!" Huang Chongzhen sighed: "It seems that I should calm down and hide in the world for a while." ”

"It's okay, when I am born again, my aunt Su Mu is eager to fight with you. ”

"Hahaha, let's go!

After Huang Chongzhen left, the dozen or so masters who came also left one after another, and the last one to go was still Gu Sumu, after the heaven and earth returned to calm, the sun shone out from the clouds again, and the world was clear.

Outside Nanshan, an old Taoist priest ran very fast, and when he saw the cyclone disappear, he wiped the sweat on his forehead and scolded: "Fortunately, the poor road runs fast, if it is a little late, it will not be blown into slag by thunder and lightning!"

"In the future, the problem of meddling can be changed, if it is lively wherever it is, it will drill wherever it is, the poor road is a dog, ah, how many times have the poor road been dogs, it is not poisonous enough! Heck, it's not human anyway. ”

After speaking, he pouted his ass and ran for a while, until he completely left the foot of Nanshan Mountain, then stopped, panted and said: "I hope that kid is blessed with a great life, and there is no choice but to escape from the poor road, you must not blame the poor road for not being righteous!"