The main hall was full of sword energy, and the sharpness was full of everyone's senses.

Bai Zhihan has never seen the scenery of Canghai before or after his death, but in that era, if anyone could still have the ability to kill Canghai in the building, except for Bai Zhihan, there was no one else.

But this is just speculation, because even if Bai Zhihan dies, he will not have the opportunity to think of a sword against Canghai.

But who is he, he is Bai Zhihan, the last sword embryo in this world, in terms of kendo qualifications, for six thousand years, no one can match it.

Even the current Sword Immortal Chao Qingqiu, when facing this sword embryo, it cannot be said that his kendo qualifications are better than that of the sword embryo Bai Zhihan.

Qing Si didn't know when it had been sheathed, and the sword was hung by Bai Zhihan's waist at will, if it weren't for the cyan sword qi that had been born in this hall one after another, it was like a cyan curtain shrouded in the hall, I'm afraid no one would think how strong Bai Zhihan was.

In the eyes full of vicissitudes of life, looking at this sword embryo that should have died for many years, he naturally knew who Bai Zhihan was, and knew that the last sword embryo of this swordsman was the kind of person who could really be said to be a genius.

His talent, not to mention him, is inferior to most of the Zen Dao reading seeds.

But you are a dead man now, how can you defeat me with just one sword qi?

The Yanhe Sage looked at the sword qi hidden in Li Fuyao's body and sneered: "I have already landed in the Canghai Sea, and I am the most powerful monk in this world, how can you compare with me?"

Bai Zhihan didn't want to say more, but said: "I have a sword at my waist, and I will cut whatever I have." ”

"What about the sea, life and death are incomprehensible, thinking of such a means to survive, you are such a sea, if I am still alive, I will kill one when I see one. ”

Bai Zhihan's expression was indifferent, and his voice was cold.

Yanhe Sage said indifferently: "I didn't know that you had such a great ability. ”

Bai Zhihan didn't want to talk nonsense, his last sword qi was the last thing he left behind after the battle in Baiyu Town that day, he originally thought that he would not use it until Li Fuyao walked to the Spring and Autumn Period or climbed the building, who knew that it was only a few years away from Baiyu Town, and Li Fuyao had already encountered the difficulty of life and death.

However, since this is looking for a pseudo-saint, Bai Zhihan also feels that it is not a big problem.

In his life, he has never lost the battle of the same realm, and even the battle of crossing the border has almost been won.

Only he never killed the Canghai monks.

Whether it is in its heyday, or in the sea that has now fallen into the realm.

Now that I have the opportunity, there is nothing else to say except for the sword.

Qingsi was re-sheathed by him before, not because of anything else, but because Bai Zhihan wanted to finish the last battle of his life.

His bones have been completely destroyed in the original battle, which means that after today, whether it is the invincible Chao Qingqiu in the world, or anyone else, there is no possibility that he will be able to reappear in the world.

So this battle must be the last trace he left in the world.

Qingsi detached from her waist and hovered beside Bai Zhihan.

The sword is in the sheath.

But the meaning of the edge cannot be concealed.

Since it is the last battle, or facing a former Canghai, Bai Zhihan is unwilling to lose.

Countless sword qi lingered around him.

The sage of Yanhe finally gave birth to fear.

The monks in the world, only the sword qi of the swordsman, the most difficult to deal with, the same sea, those cloud saints did not dare to provoke Chao Qingqiu, the same for the tower, when the ancestor Xu was in his heyday, no one dared to provoke.

Now he and Bai Zhihan are both morning and twilight.

The one in front of him is a sword embryo, and he was a saint himself.

Bai Zhihan spread out his hand and said, "It's the last time." ”

The voice was lonely and a little sad.

Li Fuyao looked at this scene and frowned slightly.

Bai Zhihan smiled heartily, "It's okay, if you land on the sea in the future, you will repay my kindness." ”

Li Fuyao didn't speak.

In this moment, countless sword qi rose in front of Bai Zhihan.

Countless sharp sword qi swept away.

Bai Zhihan had already swept forward.

Qingsi hung beside him and followed Bai Zhihan forward.

The sage of Yanhe has a solemn expression, and a character like him has a deep meaning between his gestures.

Bai Zhihan's white robe moved with the wind, his face was full of pleasure, and he was about to approach the body of the Yanhe Sage, countless sword qi were born from his fingertips, and several cyan brilliant brilliance were born between his fingers, as if the actual sword qi bloomed instantly.

In the entire hall, there was sword qi everywhere.

The sleeves of the Yanhe sage were rolled, and countless stars were born and died in the sleeves of the clothes.

Bai Zhihan's sword qi was close to the big sleeve, and between the main halls, an extremely sharp voice sounded, this voice was a little uncomfortable at first glance, but after a while, several people present saw those sword qi fall into the big sleeve.

Immediately after that, Bai Zhihan frowned, and took a few steps back.

Countless sword qi shattered in front of him, as if a sword was shattered here, and countless fragments flew everywhere.

The sword qi shattered and fell in some places, leaving a lot of traces.

The strength of Bai Zhihan's sword qi is really difficult to measure, I'm afraid.

Yan He's sleeves were cut off a little, but he didn't care, he took a few steps forward, and he was about to directly tear Bai Zhihan apart.

Bai Zhihan's expression did not change, and it was not until this moment that he reached out and held the hilt of the green silk sword.

The green silk sword hovered beside Bai Zhihan.

It was vertical before, but now it is horizontal.

As a cyan light flashed, the green silk sword was slowly pulled out of the scabbard by Bai Zhihan.

The sword roars!

Bai Zhihan's sword cultivation is not known to the world, even if he knows, or it is stored in the book, where can he come out of the sword directly?

After the green silk was unsheathed, a sword swept towards the Yanhe saint in an instant.

The majestic sword qi was visible to the naked eye, and Bai Zhihan handed out a sword, and the air in the entire hall seemed to be stunned.

This last sword embryo in the world, with a sword power, is far superior to several of them.

"When did you come out with such a sword?"

Ye Shengge looked ahead and spoke calmly.

Li Fu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "This sword, to say the least, will have to be a hundred years old." ”

There is no problem with this sentence, this seems to be a sword handed out by Bai Zhihan in the twilight realm, but in fact, this is Bai Zhihan's perception of kendo for hundreds of years, which contains countless subtleties of Bai Zhihan's kendo.

It can be explained by a simple sword of dawn and dusk.

Countless majestic sword qi followed this sword, and Bai Zhihan handed out the second sword when the sword qi had not yet dissipated.

No matter what the sage of Yanhe says, he is a saint who has been a saint, and he can't be careless.

The sword qi rolled away.

The face of the Yanhe saint was extremely ugly.

He was confident that he could deal with a few young people, but how to deal with this sword embryo in front of him, this sword dao cultivator?

The sword light is born.

Dazzling.

Li Fuyao couldn't help but praise: "It's really an excellent sword." ”

Bai Zhihan laughed, casually pulled a sword light, and countless majestic sword qi roared away on his side, looking at it from a distance, it was like giving birth to a cyan wave.

With a wave of his sleeves, the Yanhe Saint repelled countless sword qi, and in a short period of time, he began to deduce countless ways to avoid this sword in his mind, but that was only possible to deal with when his realm was still in the sea.

But now he was just a twilight realm.

Naturally, I can't cope.

In an instant, the sword had fallen on his chest.

The Sage of Yanhe suddenly retreated, and the wall where a portrait was hung before had already appeared a hole, but now as he retreated, the entire wall had collapsed.

But this was not the end, as he walked back, the sword qi directly tore through a wall.

The temple was shattered by the sword.

Bai Zhihan swept out along the gap.

This hall was cut open by a sword.

Li Fuyao stood in place, a little distracted.

Qinghuai's expression did not change.

Zenzi's eyes were full of gratitude.

As for Gu Yuan, he had palpitations.

Li Fu shook back to his senses, and then glanced around, and then found the coffin.

After waiting for a while, Li Fuyao took a few steps forward, came to the coffin, and looked down to see if the second half of the codex could be in it.

But the coffin is empty, where is the codex?

Li Fuyao muttered, "What's the matter?"

After he entered the Misty Mountains, he found the half of the codex, and at the end, there was a sentence of misfortune in the world written on it, and then he thought about finding the second half of the codex.

But what about the Codex?

......

......

With the power of a sword, the Yanhe Saint retreated frantically.

And Bai Zhihan chased after him with a sword, without the slightest hesitation.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, fell on the road.

Bai Zhihan stood with his sword in his hand, and the clothes in front of him were already in tatters, and even on his thin body, there was a deep wound that could be seen.

Yanhe Sage's face distorted, "Bai Zhihan, you are so unrelenting, I want you to never look at this world again!"

"I've seen enough, and if I don't watch it, I won't watch it. ”

As he spoke, Bai Zhihan Qingsi threw forward, and the sword instantly swept through the air.

With a fierce sword aura.

The Yanhe Sage was originally like a powerful ghost, and at this time, it was even more so.

He stamped his two hands on his chest, and the whole palace was turbulent, like purgatory.

Back then, the Yanhe Sage had already arranged a lot of arrangements for this place, but he was unwilling to do it until he had to.

The green silk swept forward, and the sword qi that rolled up surged wildly.

Chongye stood on the jade staircase in the distance, watching this scene, frowning, not understanding.

He had been trapped on this jade staircase and could not get out, until this time, the two figures swept forward and one after the other.

But who are these two figures?

One is as thin as a ghost, the other is holding a sword, and his momentum is like a rainbow.

The green silk sword was rolled up by Yan He, and then reversed back.

Bai Zhihan laughed.

Between heaven and earth, a green rainbow poured out.

The sword qi exploded here!

What is above this imperial city, is a sea!

This sword qi parted the waves at this moment and pierced straight into the sky above the Misty Mountain.

Bai Zhihan's last sword in this life, how is that all?!