With just a random blow, he shattered his natal sword, causing him to suffer a fatal blow, and An Baoshi naturally knew that his only hope lay in the Void Realm behind the Sword Washing Pool.

For normal cultivators, the Void Realm is filled with countless terrifying unknowns.

Regardless of what kind of unknown place the black river in the Void Realm is, it is that seemingly simple mirror-like light and shadow, which contains a danger that the Seven Realms dare not try, and no one knows whether it will easily pass through after contacting that mirror-like light and shadow, or will be torn into countless flesh and blood by the terrifying vitality power contained in it, and then fly to many corners of this heaven and earth with the various different heaven and earth vitality channels inside.

This is the real broken corpse, incomplete, and this possibility is far more than passing safely, An Baoshi understood this truth from the beginning, but for him, Qi Zong's is too terrible, and it has caused this to be his only hope of survival.

Qi Jinshan frowned slightly.

The moment his hand left the top of the head of the Spiritual Void Sword Sect disciple, his entire person had already floated into the front hall like a wisp of heaven and earth vitality that had no weight.

The gems and elixirs inlaid on the walls of the hall, the gold and iron, and the spirit bones on the ground were shredded by the sharp qi he brought, and then turned into a crystal haze mixed with countless colors, and stabbed towards the An Baoshi who fled for his life in front of him.

In An Baoshi, it is a casual blow, but for a great master like him, with real killing intent is full strength, and the sense of casualness can only show the harmony of sword intent. He was more than one realm away from him, but he was able to resist his sword, not only because of his heavy injury, but also because An Baoshi's strength had exceeded his expectations.

He naturally understood what An Baoshi wanted to do, and in these crystal hazes, there was a wisp that did not capture An Baoshi's position, but purely pursued speed, and directly detached from his perception, just falling in front of the Void Realm according to the direction in his memory.

The Void Realm was just a hazy and translucent light erected out of thin air, without any color, but inside the light, there was a faint black river flowing.

However, as this crystal haze fell, in front of this hazy and translucent light, there were suddenly hundreds of criss-crossing crystal lines, each crystal line gave people the feeling that it was extremely sharp, and it was even straighter than the lines carefully carved by the best craftsmen in the world.

An Baoshi had already smelled the unique breath of the Sword Washing Pool.

He even felt the real water about to ripple on his back, but at the same time, there was despair in his eyes.

As the haze flew past him, his shirt cracked.

He knew that the other party had blocked his retreat, and the power of this crystal haze was definitely not something he could resist.

A terrible howl burst out of his mouth.

The moment his body collided with the hundreds of criss-crossing crystal threads, he forcibly twisted around, using his feet as the tip of the sword, and his whole body slammed towards the crystal thread like a sword, and at the same time, all the true yuan in his body poured out of his hands, and in an instant, his ten fingertips also collapsed, the true yuan was mixed with blood, and his hands were like holding ten blood-colored streamers.

The ten blood-colored streamers flew out of their own accord and crashed into the crystal haze chasing behind, and at the same time as they shattered, several pieces of crystal dust were rolled out, and they hit those crystal wires along with the tips of his feet.

There was a loud bang.

The collision between the few pieces of crystal dust and those thin crystal lines made a roar like a huge ship hitting head-on.

The stone hall trembled violently, the water in the sword washing pool splashed into the air in a disorderly manner, and the treasures embedded in the stone hall wall fell like rain, and most of them were shattered by the powerful force.

Most of the finely intertwined crystalline threads were shattered, but they weren't completely broken.

A dozen filaments that were firmly fixed in front of the Void Realm cut through the soles of An Baoshi's feet, and then went up, cutting through his sea of qi and cutting through his body.

An Baoshi's clothes had already been torn, and at this time, lines of blood suddenly oozed from his white jade-like skin.

He screamed in pain, and his blood-soaked body rushed into the Void.

He originally wanted to fight with his feet and even crippled legs, just hoping to be able to leave half of his life and rush into the Void Realm, but his realm was too far away from the other party, and even if he used all means, he couldn't break through the other party's sword qi at all.

At this time, these sword wires cut through his body from his feet to his head, because they were too slender, too sharp and too fast, so that his flesh did not have a real pain in his mind at all, but he knew very well in his heart that these sword wires cut through his sea of qi, cut through his body, and in the next moment, those blood threads on his body would collapse into terrible wounds, and then his whole body would become pieces of flesh and blood that would fall apart.

As far as he is concerned, Ding Ning is dead, Jingliuli is defeated in his hands, and there is no young talent in the world who can resist, especially under the will of the queen, he is about to succeed as the sect master of the Lingxu Sword Sect.

Falling from this supreme height, even losing his life in an instant, how could he not be in pain?

With a scream of pain, his body passed through the hazy light.

Several indescribable powers instantly poured over his body, and in the next moment, he heard countless sounds like glass shattering from his body, and when the real fear filled his heart, he only felt that his body was thrown high, like a mountain rock being thrown into the clouds in an instant, and then he did not fall, and continued to go up at an astonishing speed.

In the next moment, all of his consciousness was gone.

There was a ripple on that faint layer of light.

Qi Jinshan's toes tapped the sword pond water, and he was already condensed in front of this void realm.

The dozen or so sword filaments still existed tenaciously, and the scarlet blood swam in the sword filaments, slowly dripping.

Qi Jinshan was silent.

After this faint light, it was also a completely unknown world for him.

An Baoshi's body disappeared from his field of vision after passing through this light, and after this light, the picture of the black river was like eternity, without any change.

Although these dozens of sword wires are extremely subtle, they contain amazing power, and there is no difference between the body being cut by such sword wires and being cut by more than a dozen big swords.

The body has become dozens of stages, and it is impossible for any cultivator to live anymore.

It's just that he couldn't see An Baoshi's last body with his own eyes, but it also opened a layer of ripples in his heart.

This is a bad feeling, but a character like him is only like a white horse passing through the gap for a moment, and he is not entangled.

At the mountain gate of the Spirit Void Sword Gate, in the white mist, there was a golden flame burning.

Inside the golden flame was a long sword like dead wood, and the hilt of the long sword was held in the hand of the flower-faced woman.

A cultivator in a purple robe slowly sat down in a pool of blood with his abdomen covered, he was wearing a purple jade crown, and the purple robe on his body was also a luxurious purple that had never been seen in the world, like starlight flowing.

He raised his head with difficulty, blood kept falling from his lips and teeth, and said with a wry smile: "Fifteen years ago, I could defeat you at will, but I didn't expect that fifteen years later, you would be so strong." ”

Ji Qingqing, who had not yet dissipated the violent aura on his body, lowered his eyelids, listened to the last breath gushing out of the cultivator's throat, and said slowly: "Fifteen years ago, my face was not flowered, and you would not use a sword against me, but fifteen years later, this evil breath alone is indescribable, how can you defeat me?"