People in this world have their own responsibilities, most of them are doing their own things, if there is no contact with each other, it is probably normal, after all, people come alone and go alone, but most of the people on the road are not lonely, such as those swordsmen in the Sword Valley, they are all standing in the Hidden Sword Pavilion now, and there are nine hundred and ninety-nine swords in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, which are the swordsmen who Wang Bai used and collected when he was young, or the souls of the dead under his sword.

The number is nine hundred and ninety-nine because nine is the extreme, the existence of these pieces is to serve the king who belongs to them, hating the sky is low, and now in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, the sword aura is mighty.

"Shizun should ask for a sword, I have no strength to spare, and I will accompany Shizun to the west. ”

"Why hate, the master has a sword, this way is not alone. "It was an indifferent man who spoke, he stood very straight, just like his sword, straight and couldn't bend a little, the indifferent man's surname was Ke, Kejian, the senior brother of Sword Valley, the sword in the world is magnanimous, but there are only two people under Wang Bai, one is from the academy, Situ Haoran, and the other lives in Sword Valley, Kejian.

However, due to the fact that the guest sword practice does not produce a sword, so not many people in the world know him as a person and know the sword in his hand, Situ Haoran is called the first swordsman under Wang Bai, the first person under the sage.

Kejian stood at the door of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion and respectfully opened the door of the pavilion: "Master's first sword, please sword duel." ”

There is a heavenly machine array above the heavenly palace, and Wang Bai has a sword, coming from the Sword Valley, please go west with a sword.

If there is one person in this world who can attack the Heavenly Palace alone, then there is no second person except Wang Bai, because there is only one person in this world who can ask for a sword, and that is him.

The sword river is going west, mighty, the sword river has not arrived, Wang Bai has come out of the sword, the so-called heavenly machine array, but it is just a formation, as long as he is in the world, he has the opportunity to win with a sword, this sword is a split, he is like a ring ruler in his hand to hate the sky and slash to the ethereal peak, like beating the disobedient naughty boy, under a sword, the mountain peak shook, and the seven people who defended the formation vomited blood.

Wang Bai's left hand turned into a finger, pointing at the Ethereal Peak, and there was a gathering of vitality between heaven and earth, which became a very small drop of water, and the water droplet turned into a sword, piercing through the Heavenly Machine Array, and directly attacking Xuanyuan Ce in the array.

Xuanyuan Ce opened the sky with his left hand to take the knife, and his right hand slashed at the water droplet, making a roaring sound, the Tianji Array was already crumbling, and the seven people guarding the formation only had a little breath flowing.

The two swords have passed, Wang Bai's first sword has come, and the invited sword river came from the sky and suppressed it.

You are a celestial, this is a heavenly array, then I will overcome it with a heavenly sword.

The Heavenly Palace was at the top of the peak, and Xuanyuan Ce could only raise his sword to meet the mighty sword river.

At the first moment when the Sword River slanted down, the Heavenly Machine Array had been broken, and the Seven Heavenly Realms vomited blood and died, and in the second moment, the long knife in Xuanyuan Ce's hand blocked the mighty river, and Wang Bai took out the fourth sword.

This sword is a thorn, hating the sky and having no edge, but the hatred of the sky in Wang Bai's hands is sharper than any divine soldier in this world, because the person holding him is the first sword saint in this world, and the hatred of the sky is too low, and he can't jump into the sky, stabbing the sky with a sword, and pouring my loneliness and hatred in this life.

The hatred of the sky has arrived, and the sword river is scattered all over the Ethereal Peak, and it is suppressed in the soil, stones, and trees. The Heavenly Machine Array had gone, and Wang Bai said softly: "This is the Sword Array. ”

Xuanyuan Ce hurriedly crossed the knife, but under this stab, he flew back, and drew an extremely long "two" on the ground with his two feet, hating the sky and stabbing Xuanyuan Ce in the throat, Xuanyuan Ce could hold it.

"The so-called celestials, if you don't show all your strength, you can't stop me. Wang Bai's white eyebrows fluttered in the wind, his solemn face fell into Xuanyuan Ce's eyes, Xuanyuan Ce only felt extremely bitter, it seemed that this person named Wang Bai was the real heavenly person, he couldn't figure it out, how could there be such a strong person in the world, but he didn't have time to think about it, Wang Bai's right hand twisted, hated the sky and turned up against the heavenly knife, a tornado gradually swirled on Xuanyuan Ce's knife, under that strange force, the heavenly knife flew out, Xuanyuan Ce, and finally revealed his heavenly physique.

A ray of light was released from Xuanyuan Ce's body, and he was caught in the wind, Wang Bai's eyes narrowed slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and another sword came out of his left sleeve, and the sword flew to Xuanyuan Ce's feet.

"Go!"

When this word fell, the sword carried Xuanyuan Ce and flew straight to the direction of the Great Lei Yin Temple, in the sword wind, the light and shadow roared, and the sword wind could not hurt his body in the slightest, this is the real heavenly body!

Wang Bai's smile was even stronger, and the sword in his hand also made a low sound, and when he met his opponent, he should celebrate!

The first room in the world finally fought with this heavenly sword, but the others in the heavenly palace could only tremble, this was a real battle between heaven and man, but as a heavenly realm, they were not qualified to watch the battle.

The sea of clouds was surging, but no half of the thunderclouds appeared, even if it was the sky, in front of the white-eyed man, they all chose to be silent.

"I have a sword that wants to ask the sky, this sword is, asked!" There were dragons in the clouds, and nine dragons attacked Xuanyuan Ce repeatedly, Wang Bai's sword waved in the air, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, a light and shadow gradually emerged behind him, and Wang Bai, who became as tall as a golden Buddha, carried a sword behind him, glaring at the sky.

The second sword of the master asked, asking where the Heavenly Dao exists and how the Heavenly Gate is opened. There is already a trace of fanaticism in Kejian's eyes, except for Wang Bai in this world, who else can fight the Heavenly Palace alone, and who else can hold a sword and ask the sky?

On the border line of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Mai Guiguzi and Chunyu Xiao Nizi went to the Southern Tang Dynasty, Guiguzi suddenly fixed his body and looked at Chunyu Xiao Nizi: "Xiao Nizi, do you say that there are warriors in this world who can be more romantic than him?"

Guiguzi pointed with one hand, and a circle of light appeared in front of them, and Chunyu Xiao Nizi saw the fluttering white eyebrows, saw the longest sword in the world, and saw the nine dragons roaring, and the light and shadow of the negative hand.

"He should be the most romantic martial arts today, after Wang Bai, no one can be called a sword saint for a thousand years. Guiguzi asserted, he looked at this junior who held the sword and asked the sky, and his often indifferent heart suddenly gave birth to a warm current.

Li Gongyang and Duan Chungang have gone, who will you be after Wang Bai?

After a burst of sword dance, Wang Bai didn't look at the light and shadow trapped by the Nine Dragons, he didn't care about his life or death anymore, he just wanted to do something for the world at the last moment in the world, but it was still convenient, a looming road appeared under his feet, and at the end of the road, there seemed to be a door, hidden in the air.

This is the way of heaven, the way to heaven in Wang Bai's eyes!

Hating the sky has reached Wang Bai's feet, one person and one by one flew towards the end of the road, there are not many people in the world who can sense this scene, but the hearts of those who can sense it are full of turbulent waves.

Who said that Wang Bai is a sword saint, he has faded into a real immortal, the first sword immortal in the world!

Wang Bai had already felt the endless coercion above the Heavenly Gate, forcing him to forget, to forget everything in the world!

But, how can you forget?

How can you forget that once a young man traveled the world with a sword, once a best friend sang upside down with a green ox, once a talented man chanted poetry and praised, and the beautiful woman Qiubo secretly sent it, the long sword in his hand hated the sky, and he was unwilling to stop.

Wang Bai has been very fond of swords all his life, if he ascends this heavenly road, he has to give up all his memories and give up his former self, then this heavenly dao, it is okay not to ascend.

It turns out that the so-called Heavenly Dao is so absurd, the so-called Heavenly Man, the Walking Dead.

The avenue is ruthless in the end, but Wang Bai is not only affectionate, but also has a sword, he already understands why Meng Chen fought against the Heavenly Dao back then, and Wang Bai today is just like Meng Chen in the past

"I have a sword that can break through the gate of heaven and give it to the people. Facing the power that wanted to crush himself into powder, Wang Bai laughed and handed out his last sword in the world, and the real swordsmen above the heavenly realm in the world all felt this sword, after a sword, the former sword immortal would fade into mortals, or even turn into ashes.

But Wang Bai still came out of the sword, hating the sky has come to his hands, there is a sword in his hand, dare to look at the world, this is Wang Bai, who once fought the world with a sword in naked clothes, facing the sky today, as he faced the world back then, he has handed out this sword.

This sword king Bai has been practicing all his life, when he first entered the rivers and lakes, he dreamed of being a chic swordsman, and the kid who became the first in the world met the bandits for the first time, and when he panicked, he handed out this sword.

Later, Wang Bai gradually became famous, but there was not only Wang Bai back then, but there was another swordsman with his name, called Xiao Feng, the two faced off in the later Sword Valley, and it was the sword that Wang Bai handed out.

Wang Bai set up the Sword Valley, all the sects in the world came to visit, once a sage asked Wang Bai why he established a sect in the Heavenly Realm, Wang Bai handed out this sword again.

Handing the sword, it is the most practiced swordsmanship in Wang Bai's life, from the beginning of playing with the sword, but now in the battle of the heavens, in the face of the ruthless avenue, Wang Bai's eyes did not look at it more, he closed his eyes, just like handing over a name post, and handed out the hatred of the sky in his hand.

The way of heaven has a spirit, and those who fight you, Wang Bai!

Unlike when Meng Chen ascended to the sky, there were no countless thunderstorms, no violent storms, the sky and the earth were still as clear as yesterday, the only thing that had changed was the hatred of the sky in Wang Bai's hand, the hatred of the sky was too low and could not be crossed, and the hatred of the sky was broken under the pressure of the heavens, Wang Bai's sword was handed very slowly, and the clothes on his right arm had become ashes.

It was as if he had hit an invisible barrier, and when he finally took a step forward, the blade of the sword had almost completely disappeared, leaving only a small section no longer than the tail finger, which was covered with cracks.

The sword is longer, and there are really some benefits, Wang Bai's sword has stabbed out of a lifetime of cultivation, he saw that the hatred of the sky was completely cracked, and only one sword hilt remained, but the heavenly gate hidden in the air in front of him had been completely opened, before the heavenly gate, Meng Chen, who was holding the hilt of the sword, laughed loudly, and after a breath, this swordsman who used to walk the world with a long sword in red clothes became the red clothes of the year again, and the blood continued to seep out from under his skin, but Wang Bai did not have the slightest fear on his face, only happiness.

Wang Bai looked at the gate of heaven in front of him, he seemed to see a knife behind the gate of heaven, the real knife in the sky, he stepped into the gate of heaven, the knife has never been able to split the world, because the sword in the world has taken the initiative to go to the sky, the hilt of the sword in his hand points directly to the blade, and then no one can see what happened inside, the gate of heaven has been closed, the thick fog has completely covered the ethereal peak, and above the ethereal peak, there is a faint dragon chanting.

"The real sword of the world, who the king abandons in vain. Situ Haoran, who was not far from the Great Lei Yin Temple, let out a long sigh, although he was older than Wang Bai, he was not as good as him after all, just talking about this person's sword battle in the Heavenly Palace, I am afraid that it can really become the dream in the hearts of these children of the rivers and lakes, and work hard to practice swords, he has already understood Wang Bai's sword intent.

Although I am far away from the blue sky, but the sword intent will always exist in the world, the romance between the swords, Situ Haoran will never understand, because there is already a sword saint Wang Bai in the world, so his contemporaries can only be lonely to become the foil under the naked clothes, Situ Haoran finally entered the sainthood, and entered the saint in a fearless way, but he is no longer a sword saint, because of Wang Bai, but he can enter the saint, also because of Wang Bai.

The guest sword is also enlightened, the sword he realized is not the sword of the world after all, it is the sword of Haoran, there is a righteous spirit in his heart, he can naturally come out of the sword calmly, and he is uneven, since he is enlightened, it is not the sword of the world, and he can go out of the sword valley after all.

The long sword in his hand kept buzzing, and the Sword Valley disciples who surrounded the guest sword thought that it was rejoicing in the guest sword's entry into the sainthood, but only Wang Bai knew that it was screaming for the real swordsman in this world to ascend to the sky.

"I'm coming out of the valley. ”

After saying this, in the eyes of the juniors and disciples, Kejian left.

Wang Bai didn't see the wrong person after all, the little boy Wang Er, who was riding the old green ox to the Da Lei Yin Temple, had tears on his face, but he had already installed the sword in his heart: "It's just that, just hand the sword out, master, I understand." The old cow shook his body, looked back at the little boy with tears on his face, and stretched out his tongue to lick Wang Er's face, and then continued to walk.

After all, there are gatherings and scattering in this world, and people who disperse can only continue to walk, because the road has not yet come to an end, there is no sword fairy in the rivers and lakes before Wang Bai, and there will be no sword immortals like him in the rivers and lakes after him, there will only be swordsmen who dare to hand swords like Wang Er after him.

He just left a sword in the hearts of every Jianghuzi, a sword that truly belongs to the world, Wang Bai always believed that even after he ascended to the gate of heaven, the sword path in the world will definitely prosper forever, because he has buried the seed in the heart of every Jianghu son, as long as the rivers and lakes are still there, the swordsman will be there, as long as those swordsmen are still there, the sword path in the world will never decline, because there is Wang Bai in front.

Wang Bai carved his name in the long river of history like a white horse passing through a gap at this time, no one will doubt it, as long as the sword is discussed in the future, there will always be a topic, and that topic is called Wang Bai's sword.

The world raises a sword against the sky, and the eternity is empty;

Jianghu people will never forget to explore the sky above their heads, such as today's Wang Bai, like Meng Chen in the past, Wang Bai sent the strongest sword in the world to the boundless sky, but the blue sky is still silent.

"It's a pity for Wang Bai, it's a big Wang Bai!" The old drunkard was already a little drunk, and Chen Chen also climbed on the table and started the gourd, but the old drunkard hadn't slept yet, he was waiting for the sword and the person who jumped down from the air.

Finally, he saw a rainbow descending from the sky, he saw the sword above the rainbow, the old brother Xuanyuan Ce on the sword, the old drunkard straightened up, and made a bow to the heavenly palace that had been covered by a thick fog, and he could not afford it for a long time.