His Royal Highness stood in front of him with both hands, and his soul power burst out, blocking the overwhelming gravel three feet away from his body.

The immortal monument shattered, and the world collapsed.

The earth and stones at the soles of His Royal Highness's feet cracked, and he stepped on a large floating land stone, and his sideburns danced wildly, squinting his golden eyes, and trying to look into the distance.

A line rises between heaven and earth, and between that line, there is an endless amount of light, which is compressed to the extreme, and then suddenly explodes.

In the distance, there was a white figure, as if blending into the light.

Then with a light step, he walked out.

It was a man in white.

He slowly stretched out a hand, aimed at the glimmer of light between heaven and earth, and then shook it.

Holding all the light in his hand, it was like holding a sword.

"Hum—"

All the beams converge and solidify in an instant.

The man in white was suspended in the void without any standing point, his robe fluttering, and within three feet, it was as pure as a vacuum.

He held the illusory sword in his hand.

Three feet away, three feet away, a piece of scarlet.

In this piece of scarlet, there is Zhong Er's blood, and there is also Hou Qing's.

The man in white silently held the sword, sensing the fiery beating temperature on the sword.

This sword once penetrated the front and back of two people, locking the cause and effect, and only then did there be a faint and invisible opportunity to draw the sword, fleeting.

In this world, there has never been a "sword of cause and effect".

Because this is an illusory sword.

An illusory sword is a sword that does not exist.

And at this moment, the sword was indeed suspended in the air, allowing the man in white to reach out and then hold it, and the sword made a very light sound.

The sound of the bell was like a clear bell.

There was not the slightest expression on his face, but he didn't look like the slightest fairy wind bone, or the meaning of dust, but a.

Indifferently.

Apathy to the extreme.

Even if the sword in front of him is a sword of cause and effect, it is an extreme sword that all the swordsmen in the world can't wait to put in their sheaths.

But when he held the sword, there was still a point of disdain in his eyes, a point of reluctance, and the remaining eight points were pure indifference.

This sword has nothing to do with him.

He held the illusory sword flat with one hand, and the other hand gently reached out, stroking the blade, but his fingers struck the sword body at great speed without showing emotion.

Jingle Bell –

This illusory sword is indeed a sword that has never been seen for thousands of years and a hundred years.

It's too dreamy.

The sword body of the entire sword, I don't know how many people's soul power it has absorbed, is rooted in the immortal monument of the South China Sea Immortal Island, and is instilled with countless majestic yuan power day and night, and in the past sixteen years, it has reached a length of three feet.

Only one last step is left to become a complete fairy sword.

Striker.

The man in white slowly raised his head.

Looking at the three-zhang space in front of him.

Within the three-zhang space, there is a boiling scene, there are countless blood beads the size of soybeans, the particles are distinct, the ones are full, and the suspension momentum is close to each other, slowly condensing into a humanoid shape.

Zhong Er is dead, but Hou Qing is not.

This Demon Dao Patriarch, at the last moment when Zhong Er pulled out his sword, chose to self-destruct with the Demon Dao Secret Technique, abandoned his body, and became a pure soul body.

Hou Qing, who slowly condensed into a humanoid form, had an ugly complexion, his whole body was scarlet, and the blood the size of his thumb was surging like a snake on the top of his head, moving back and forth, reflecting his hideous face.

He sensed the figure of the man in white in front of him, and sensed an extremely familiar aura.

Cultivators who possess this aura were taboo cultivators of the Demon Dao in ancient times.

It's not just the Devil's Way.

Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism.

Hou Qing recalled that he was honored as a Demon Dao Ancestor, and in the ancient era when the mountain was established, there was such a small group of people on the vast land.

They don't have a teacher.

They were alone, and they thought highly of themselves like the Demon Gate, but they didn't have a strong enough cultivator.

They don't practice any external forces, and they carry a weapon that looks extremely fragile.

Sword.

They have no realm.

But as soon as the sword is drawn, it will be a headache.

Those "living immortals" who stood in the unspeakable realm once surprisingly unanimously believed that sword cultivation was a cultivation system destined to decline.

Too lonely.

One man, one sword.

They were too small and too fragile before they took up.

Until the birth of the first Sword Immortal.

And then there is the second place.

The era of the decline of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism was ended by the sword.

Cultivators have countless divisions of cultivation realms, but sword cultivation does not.

Hou Qing had seen the shot of the first sword immortal, and in terms of killing power alone, it was barely worthy of the realm of the great master of the human race.

Sword Cultivation, Sword Immortal, Great Sword Immortal.

There are 11,000 people in the world who can afford to hold a sword, but who is worthy of the name of sword cultivation?

There are 11,000 sword cultivators in the world, but who is worthy of the name of Sword Immortal?

As for the Great Sword Immortal, it is even more ethereal.

The tall and thin man named Ren Pingsheng in the stele is a sword cultivator, and he is still 108,000 miles away from the sword immortal, if Hou Qing can break his Dao heart, Ren Pingsheng is undoubtedly the best choice among the many puppets who control the strings.

Looking at the man in white in front of him, Hou Qing frowned slightly, the familiar feeling he brought to himself was not just as simple as sword cultivation.

It seems like...... Where have you seen it?

Hou Qing once tried to control the string puppet outside the ghost gate, in order to avoid the Central Plains, he chose a few remote places, thinking about practicing with the body of the string, and finally arrived in the Central Plains, but unfortunately it ended in failure, this matter was too laborious, so in the end he could only give up.

Where have you seen this familiar person in front of you?

Hou Qing couldn't remember, so he could only squint his eyes and stare at the sword.

That sword of cause and effect, if the sword cultivator named Ren Pingsheng was held in his hand, it might be comparable to half a sword immortal.

Such a sword, not all sword cultivators are qualified to hold it.

The sword is stronger than the man, and the sword is in the slave.

And the sword of cause and effect in the hand of this man in white was extremely obedient, and he didn't even have a trace of resistance?

How could such a man in white not be famous in the Central Plains?

Hou Qing took a deep breath, abandoned distracting thoughts, folded his hands, and the secret technique of the Demon Dao suddenly unfolded.

The entire three-foot space began to distort.

The man in white did not move or hide, and looked at the opposite side with an expressionless face and began to gather momentum, ready to use many methods of the Demon Sect.

As a Demon Dao Ancestor who once stood at the top in ancient times, Hou Qing knew that he was in a miserable situation now, but if he worked hard, he also had the capital to fight with a sword immortal.

Inside the Canghai Monument, many Purple Mansion illusions shook in unison in an instant.

Countless blood lines spread, and when they came to the top of Hou Qing's head, they were like scarlet dragons, falling from the dome, staggering and flying, tearing each other, swallowing and growing along the way, and finally turning into a magnificent blood-colored dragon.

The man's robe in white was blown backwards by the scarlet air.

Hou Qing's face was hideous, he raised one arm, and the other hand slapped on the arm fiercely, and the red tendons of the raised arm burst out, like a blood snake undulating, tearing out, and landing on the two fingers that were close together like a sword.

Cultivators fight, and the most feared thing is that the people in the demon path are desperate.

Demon path cultivators are the most desperate and the most desperate, if they desperately want to kill someone, it will be a real jade burning, without considering any consequences.

In the face of such a desperate killing, the most rational decision is to avoid its edge.

The man in white did not move or retreat, as if he didn't see this Demon Dao Ancestor driving desperately, his eyes stayed on the sword, moving back and forth, carefully studying this sword of cause and effect that had almost advanced to the realm of immortal treasures.

The huge dragon head opened its huge mouth, and three feet in front of him, it was like gnawing on a huge wall, its teeth shattered inch by inch, and then its body slammed against the wall, and the whole body crashed into the three-foot sword domain, turning into a scarlet and rich blood mist.

And the Demon Dao Ancestor Hou Qing, who raised his arm and seemed to be "desperate", shot two blood snakes from his fingertips, and the moment the snake body moved out of his fingertips, it exploded.

The three-zhang space was blasted open by two blood snakes.

A scarlet figure in the shape of a human form, like a blood-colored thunderbolt, and then the power of the blood snake shattered, and it swam and retreated in an instant, but it was not running towards the zenith of the sky, but fleeing towards some remote place.

His Royal Highness, who was dozens of feet away, was suddenly shocked.

A scarlet humanoid monster appeared in front of his eyes almost instantly, almost a few feet away from his cheek, and when he opened his mouth and roared, the foul-smelling blood mist could spray on his cheek.

How fast is that?

Yi Xiao's dragon and snake phases and lotus phases didn't have time to open.

Then the scarlet-faced roar snapped back.

A white palm pressed against his face, pressing the cheek of this Demon Dao Ancestor into five sneering palm prints.

The man in white calmly pushed his palm.

The palm of the hand that rolls a layer of sword qi on the surface of the skin is slightly strained.

The Great Demon who had been in the indescribable realm let out an extremely terrible scream, and retreated again and again, raising his hands, wanting to choke the clothes of this white-clothed sword immortal, but in the process of raising his arms, he was silently slashed by the sharp sword qi.

There were two "clangs", and the two scarlet arms fell to the ground.

His Royal Highness looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

With his back to the mountain lord of the Great Guangming Mountain, he slowly raised his arms.

Carried Hou Qing into the air.

The Lord of the Great Bright Mountain was expressionless, carrying the sword of cause and effect in one hand.

He didn't even urge the sword of cause and effect, but just urged the sword qi with his mind, and the extremely light rolling wall on Hou Qing's skin later penetrated into the skin, stirring back and forth in the ventricles, lungs, and limbs.

Over and over again, over and over again.

Every time before, it was like a sword blade, with a hint of pain.

After each repetition, the strength increased in turn, and finally it was like scraping bones, and the sword qi was so deep that it made the scalp tingle.

What kind of hatred is this, so deep?

(I want to ask for a ticket, I seriously ask for a ticket, and I have a fight.) In this monthly ticket battle on the potential monthly ticket list, Panda wants to take the first place. ）