The thunder flashed, and the sword aura descended majestically, finally converging on a slightly pale hand.

That hand had no flaws, handsome and distinct, holding Dugu's sword hilt, and didn't want to easily pull out this ordinary mortal ancient sword, so he slightly clenched the ancient hilt of the ancient sword.

The scabbard smashed into the tide.

A sword is the head, and thousands of seas are poured!

Two waves of black water exploded, and then a miserable and powerless big red robe fell, and Donkey Kong's body was smashed to pieces by a sword.

Blood seeped out from all directions from the red-dyed monk's robe, penetrated downward, was constantly sucked up by the tide, kept sinking, and finally was as light as paper, and the coarse linen texture lost the protection of vitality, and gradually became like a withered and brittle paper, sticky and wrapped a part of Dugu's sword tip.

Jian Zongming maintained a one-handed grip on the handle, half of his body fell slightly, he slowly got up, and at the same time pulled out Dugu, with a gentle "poof" sound, the tip of the sword wrapped in the scabbard fell off from the monk's robe.

Kill with the sword, silently.

Jian Zongming took such a brutal method and hammered this demon monk to death.

There was a miserable white figure in the snowstorm, slumping backwards and turning over, grabbing the ground again and again trying to escape, and there were three feet of light behind him, like a long line that was taut and straightened, pulling him to death, no matter how he struggled, he could not escape.

Zhang Xuansheng turned around and hurriedly shouted, "You...... You have no reason to kill me!"

The man in white lowered his head and looked at this man who was also demonic and did not lose to Xu Xian Buddha, who was as humble as an eagle dog in front of him, and in order to survive, he actually said such a thing.

Jian Zongming didn't feel ridiculous, he just felt pitiful.

He was silent for a moment, and said in a calm voice: "I also smell a familiar smell on you. ”

It's the smell of the wind and snow.

From the north of the silver city.

Zhang Xuansheng thought of the day when the Ghost Gate Barrier was loosened, the fourteen grandmasters came to die, and the one who played against his clone was the Dacheng Grandmaster who was agitating the wind and snow domain around him, he clenched his ten fingers as if he had pinched the last talisman, turned around, slammed his head on the ground, and wept bitterly and said, "I didn't kill him......! You spared my life!"

Jian Zongming did not speak.

He lightly stepped on Zhang Xuansheng's backbone, stepping on the handsome Taoist priest's face was full of hideous pain, his hands and limbs smashed to the ground, desperately propping up, smashing down again and again, and constantly going back and forth, holding out a Yuanli cobweb in the tide, constantly bursting with ripples.

The "click" sound is continuous.

The pitch-black tide was frozen by the wind and snow, and under the great force, it slowly cracked.

The ruthlessness in Zhang Xuansheng's eyes flashed countless times, and finally the face that looked pale and depressed because of judging the situation, because it couldn't withstand the slowly increasing force on his back, slowly pressed down, first crushed the layer of ice covering it, and then smashed into the sticky and choking blood.

The Dao Sect demon, whose whole body was about to be smashed into the tide, shouted in great pain: "That person is not dead, he ...... He finally got out!"

"Oh?"

Jian Zongming suddenly raised that foot.

The pressure on the back is loosened.

Dao Fetus raised his head reflexively, coughed up a large mouthful of blood in pain, and the handsome face that looked elegant and gentle, covered with green frost and ice slag, was extremely embarrassed.

His white robe has long since ceased to be the way it was when it came out of the dust, the sleeves of the robe are tightened, and the dust and silver threads are scattered in disorder.

He lost his dignity.

But he gasped.

The man in white standing in front of him said suddenly

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"The reason why I insulted you is because you also insulted the cultivators of the Central Plains Spring and Autumn in this way...... The people of my generation would rather die standing than live on their knees. ”

"Unfortunately, the guy you're talking about, I hate him, but for some reason, I can't kill him. If you just kill him, maybe I can spare your life. ”

Zhang Xuansheng was suddenly stunned, he raised his head in astonishment, and saw the man in white standing in front of him.

Helllight.

The figure of the Dao robe who got up angrily flashed in the thunder.

Then he fell to the ground.

The man in white continued to walk, and when the sound of his heavy sword drawing sounded, hell roared like daylight, but it was only a flash in the pan.

It's so amazing, it's short-lived.

One figure after another, sitting in the sea of corpses and blood, hiding in the dry grave of white bones, and hiding in the depths of the tide.

Sword after sword.

Sword after sword.

The sword light that flew out, the sharp roar of pain, the anger and panic that cut off the cause and effect for the regret of immortality, one after another emotions were released from the tip of his sword, burning in the darkness, like a beautiful and brilliant fire, suddenly spreading its wings, breaking free like a butterfly, and swinging away from the imprisonment and shackles in the eternal night.

......

......

Jian Zongming suddenly stopped.

Instead of drawing his sword again, he raised his head.

It was as if I had seen something very high, even higher than the previous Heavenly Gate, much higher.

Maybe just a finger.

Maybe it's just a fingertip.

The white-clothed swordsman smiled.

He walked all the way, and at this moment he finally saw the end of hell, but the sides were empty, and where was the demon?

A voice rang out softly.

"The human heart is like this, if there is a thought of good, there is a thought of light, and if there is a thought of evil, there is a ray of darkness. ”

The voice was not emotional, and said calmly: "This is an eternal truth, where there is light, there will be darkness, but darkness ...... It's always a line bigger than the light. ”

The swordsman spoke flatly.

"There can be no light in the dark, but where there is light, there must be shadows. ”

The Great Bright Palace Lord smiled lightly and said, "I've seen that Yanlu scroll, so you don't need to tell me those big truths. ”

"Since you know everything. The emotionless voice said, "So you've come here...... What do you want to rewrite?"

Jian Zongming raised his eyebrows and said unceremoniously, "I don't want to rewrite anything." I just want to see what is written here. ”

The white-clothed swordsman suddenly became expressionless and stomped his feet slightly.

Thunder flashed.

The coffin behind him was dragged and moved by countless sword qi, and in an instant, it flew backwards, countless "cause and effect" sword qi rotated around, and the entire sword body turned into a whisker, pulling into thousands of sword qi filaments under extreme speed, flying out around the escort coffin.

"Cause and effect" Qingming, then the owner will escort the big dark coffin out of the ghost gate, along the way the tide surging swelling, the sword qi trembled slightly, and the monstrous darkness was cut open, and there were evil ghosts pounced, and they were strangled by the sword qi from a very long distance.

After a short and long "flyby", as if freed from the eternal night, it returned to the light in an instant, and with a cheerful cry of cause and effect, the escorted coffin slammed into the dry sand, sliding a long distance.

The barren land of the Gate of Heaven was full of ravines, and a dark coffin was like a swimming fish and like the tip of a sword, and after flying out of the door, it pushed the ground and walked away, unstoppable in the dry sand, but in the next moment, it was one

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Only the thick and powerful palm catches.

The expression of the White Lotus Ink Robe Mountain Lord was quite solemn, his palm had already used the vitality of his whole body, following the previous warning of Sword Zongming, he did not directly contact the coffin with the palm of his palm, but used a huge amount of vitality to resist the forward tilt of the coffin.

The vitality of the mountain lord's body, like a great river, actually melted within three feet of the coffin, like darkness swallowing away, without a trace.

Mu Liancheng's face was calm, not panicked, his feet were connected to the ground and slid back with the coffin, in the ruins after the collapse of the Heavenly Gate, he used his body as a buffer area, allowing his body to smash one broken wall after another, and finally gradually stopped with the coffin, and the soles of his feet had been ploughed out of dozens of deep ravines.

The faces of the several Holy Island quasi-demons waiting on the side were also solemn, and they were slightly relieved to see that the mountain lord had finally stopped the coffin.

Qingli picked up the hairpin that had been left behind at some point on the ground, and the teleportation circle engraved on the hairpin was extremely burdensome, and it was completely abandoned after bearing this time.

But she's already left a mark of her blood here.

Gate of Heaven, Gate of Dragon......

The green pear girl's face was complicated, she raised her head, and saw that several quasi-demons took out the prepared talismans and scrolls at this moment, drove Yuan Li, and lit incense.

In the faint light of the fire, the mountain lord still maintained the posture of holding the coffin with both hands in the air, wrapping the darkness on the surface of the coffin with yuan force.

The talisman and scroll burned on their own, gently fluttering with the light of the fire.

Dispersed in mid-air, it turned into a delicate little white lotus, which landed on the coffin, and was instantly dyed black with ink.

White lotus ink.

The Mountain Lord closed his eyes and whispered, "Fall." ”

A magnificent picture scroll unfolded in an instant, accompanied by this soft drink, smashed into the coffin in an instant, castration was fast, and the head was heavy, like a hammer.

There was a "boom", and the coffin did not move.

This ethereal force is like a mud cow entering the sea.

The Lord of the Mountain smiled weakly, he staggered, his face was pale, as if he had paid a great price, and after returning to Qingli's side, he rubbed the girl's head and never said a word again.

Just looking at the door of nothingness that was slowly closing.

The "cause and effect" that had been pulled into countless sword wires suddenly hissed and rushed towards the door of nothingness—

A finger strike from behind the door hit the sword with great accuracy, bouncing the "cause and effect" apart, circling three times in the air, and finally inserting it next to the coffin.

Cause and effect roared, and a bundle of scorching light swirled around the sword body, and finally it was bound, so that cause and effect could not rise out of the ground.

Qingli was a little puzzled.

She looked around and saw the magnificent appearance of the Heavenly Gate, which had an extremely tenacious sword aura supporting the dome and protecting most of the Heavenly Gate ruins when it collapsed.

Dust, blood clots, snow crystals everywhere...... Fragments of robes.

Qingli saw that there was silence around her.

Or even dead silence.

She raised her head, pulled the white lotus ink robe, and asked softly, "Have the Sword Lord and that overlord been divided?"

The Mountain Lord nodded lightly and shook his head again.

"This fight didn't work out. Wang Zhi twisted his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and said: "I didn't feel the breath of Dugu." ”

There was a dead silence again.

Qingli pursed her lips and continued to ask, "Since it didn't work, then Lord Sword...... Where have you been?"

No one answered.

She suddenly felt a little confused, "Why, Lord Sword hasn't come out yet?"

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