The ghost gate is dark, and there is only a ray of light.

Three feet away from that bright flower, countless sword wires were connected into rain lines.

Like rain hitting plantains, and like rain cutting tofu, or fine, dull or crisp hitting sounds, it sounded quickly and briskly - it was the intersection and collision of sword qi and different substances.

Sword Qi is in contact with flesh and blood.

If the cultivation of the sword cultivator is not enough, the sword qi may be blocked by the flesh and blood, and it will not be able to enter.

If the opponent is a powerful body refiner, then the sword qi may be pinched by the skin, and the sword weapon may be broken.

So if the swords clash, either kill others or kill yourself.

The sound of contact here is short, but the time it takes to cut is long.

I never killed him.

The sword has always killed people.

Jian Zongming's brows did not rise and fall in the slightest, his breathing had been steady, the fluttering white clothes, the moths fluttering in the dark room, only the candle flame could be seen, and there was only light in his eyes.

The Great Light Palace Lord walked deeper and deeper, he dragged the coffin, his steps were calm and steady, slowly walking through one darkness after another, the sword qi passed, the light remained, even if he was engulfed by the darkness behind him, he was still the most dazzling star.

All the people killed along the way are nameless.

For the flies and dogs, they are in the same stream, go against the vicissitudes of the world, escape from the six paths without entering, and turn away from illness and death and are difficult to return.

These lost souls...... Today, I personally gave them a piece of light.

The sword qi cuts through the flesh and blood, cutting off the cause and effect, these evil ghosts who should have turned into a wish to increase the bodhisattva's fruit position when the merits of the Jizo King Bodhisattva are consummated, all of them have green fangs and hideous faces, and after being entangled by the "cause and effect" to shred and reincarnate, and finally cut off eternal life, a brief light shines on their cheeks.

In a moment of light, you can see the faces of all beings:

There is a woman with a beautiful face.

There are men in green shirts kneeling on the ground hugging their heads and crying.

There were soldiers with broken armor and a blank face, and their faces were covered with blood.

There are also former emperors who are wearing purple and gold dragon robes, with yellow and thin faces, but are ecstatic, mistakenly thinking that they have finally found the entrance to immortality when they are dying.

It's hell.

It is also a reincarnation of necrosis.

Under the sword aura of "cause and effect", the glorious sun rises behind the sword Zongming, like the rising sun on the sea, rippling blue waves, washing thousands of sword qi, magnificent as the heavenly immortals.

The Great Sword Immortal stopped and stood in front of the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals set up by the Overlord, and lightly tapped his fingers.

"Click".

The immortal seal is shattered.

The tide-like shadow seeped out from the immortal seal, and was easily swept away by the sword qi that drooped down.

He let go of the confinement of the Ghost Gate, and waited here for the characters in the Ghost Gate to come out of the immortal seal.

Jian Zongming stood in place, waiting for a stick of incense.

He was a little disappointed.

"No one came out to pick me up with a sword?"

After the eight or nine immortal seals of the Ghost Gate, none of the "big people" who were hiding in the depths of the tide did not speak in front of Jian Zongming, but whispered their thoughts with secret techniques.

"This person's sword aura is too strong, and he is too young, we don't need to do anything with him, he will indulge in reincarnation and have no way out. ”

"Cultivation is ordinary, and the vitality has reached the realm of the Great Grandmaster at most, and it seems to be a sword cultivator. ”

"Sword cultivator, the last time I came here, that difficult sword master...... How does it compare?"

"He seems to ...... Slightly stronger than the Sword Master. ”

"Huh...... Cultivation is mediocre, not to be feared.

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In the dark tide, there is a demon monk sitting in the sea of corpses and blood, holding a withered arm in his hand, he devoured many mortals in this reincarnation, and swallowed the flesh and blood into the stomach, not to mention the cause and effect and reincarnation, these mortals were swallowed by him, and even the spiritual sense was digested into the stomach, and the soul was completely scattered.

But this withered arm, he sat here, for so many years, he found that he couldn't swallow it.

It was an arm cut off by his own doppelganger in the face of that blind little master in the world.

A withered arm, the knife intent is vertical and horizontal, if you open your mouth to bite, you will scrape yourself full of blood, even Donkey Kong's body is in unbearable pain.

Xu Xianfo frowned, looking at the arrogant and domineering man in white, standing at the place of the eight or nine immortal seals of the Ghost Gate, he knew what these old monsters around him were thinking.

The longer a person lives, the more he fears death.

Although the strength shown by this man in white before he walked to the Immortal Seal was average, his sword qi was enough to sever the connection of reincarnation.

In other words, this man in white who came from an unknown source has the ability to kill himself, as well as these old monsters.

This hell has been filled with countless people.

However, it turns out that their final end is eternal destruction.

Xu Xianfo stood up silently, he squinted his eyes and looked at Jian Zongming who was holding Dugu in the distance, and there was a sudden light on that person's body, like a ray of dawn that opened the heavens and the earth.

Make people ...... It's disgusting.

"It's been dark here for so long, where is the need for such a pretentious broken lamp?"

Xu Xianfo's feet floated three feet in the air, the monk's robe was bulging, and he had a holy face, looking compassionate, and he said softly: "Since no one is willing to do it, I will do it for you and kill this eye-catching guy." ”

The monk's robe fluttered, and he gently threw down the withered arm, splashing a wave in the mountain of bones, and then wrapped his arms without looking back, and slowly swept forward.

Jian Zongming stood in place.

He calmly looked at the demon monk who was higher than him for no reason.

Jian Zongming sniffed his nose lightly.

The monk's robe was not contaminated with an abominable aura in the dark tide, and it looked a little too holy, and the monk's smiling face was the same, and he asked with a smile: "Have you ever heard of the name of 'Xu Immortal Buddha'?"

Jian Zongming nodded.

Xu Xianfo was the first genius eight hundred years ago, and he was the leader of thousands of years in the Nine Rank Realm.

This is a very wicked character.

In an era that is not inferior to the first talisman, it is almost a demonic genius who has suppressed all the cultivators of the same generation, a peerless freak.

The monk smiled with satisfaction.

Then he suddenly frowned, and heard the man in white on the other side ask, "Have you ever heard of the name of 'Sword Zongming'?"

The demon monk shook his head.

Suddenly, there was a sword sound between heaven and earth—

The handle Dugu opened its sheath violently, just like the brilliant heavenly dragon suddenly opened its sleeping eyes, and the darkness of heaven and earth sinking forever seemed to be illuminated by countless lights!

Suddenly there was thunder in hell!

Between heaven and earth, one hand held Dugu's white-clothed swordsman flat, his fingers gently caressed the scabbard, like stroking the woman who couldn't put it down, the only love of his life, the sound of the sword, overshadowing all the sounds.

Then there was a crisp "pop".

Jian Zongming held Dugu with his five fingers and handed the simple ancient sword into the sheath.

In the infinite light, there is a long black line that runs from top to bottom.

The demon monk was stunned,

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There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, he didn't understand what was happening, all his spiritual senses and all his vigilance were all placed on the invisible sword that could cut off cause and effect.

No one cares about that simple ancient sword.

Because...... That's just an ordinary, fragile sword.

If there is no master's powerful cultivation blessing, then it is just a sword weapon that has become a mortal fetus.

However, it is such a sword, so ordinary that no one will care.

It cut off all the meridians of Xu Immortal Buddha, cut off all cultivation, and even ...... Cut off all life.

The demon monk fell heavily to the ground, his blue and white monk's robe splashed with a large pool of scarlet and pitch-black tide, his evil and awe-inspiring face was full of fear, his hands trembled and tried to support himself to stand up, and the great sun behind him collapsed round after round.

The great day of Buddhism is like a true scripture...... Under a sword, it flew away!

Xu Xianfo raised his head with difficulty.

He saw the indifferent face of the man in white, and his gaze did not look at him.

Instead, he looked at the tide illuminated by the light of a sword, and the depths of this tide, and beyond.

Jian Zongming said loudly.

"Remember my name—"

One word at a time.

"Sword, Zong, Ming!"

"Sword of Sword Sixteen!"

"Dugu Zongming's ...... Zong Ming!"

Xu Xianfo coughed up a mouthful of blood, his appearance was extremely desolate, he smiled in a low voice, raised his head, heard an angry voice from the depths of the tide, and suddenly the wind and snow were blowing, three thousand silver filaments were handed out like a knife, and the man in white was wrapped around him in an instant, and the dust was a white-haired young Taoist priest with white eyebrows and beards, pinching his hands, and the vast divine power suddenly pulled, but he didn't move, his hair rushed to the crown, and he flew up.

So another sword.

Thunder and sword!

The light flashes and fades!

The second sword slash appeared in the heavens and the earth, and still no one saw Jian Zongming's sword drawing action.

When the sword light disappeared, the second figure fell heavily into the tide, and the white robe was already wet with scarlet blood, much more miserable than Xu Immortal Buddha.

There was a dead silence in the ghost gate.

This dead silence lasted for a long time.

Jian Zongming lowered his eyebrows and squatted down slightly, he first looked at Xu Immortal Buddha who was struggling, and said softly: "I smell a familiar smell...... It's the smell of that woodcutter. ”

Xu Xianfo's pupils contracted slightly.

The man in white was silent for a long time.

He whispered: "I have been walking for sixteen years, and I have consulted the man for a knife, so ...... He has been gracious to me. ”

In Xu Xianfo's pupils, fear appeared uncontrollably.

He wanted to retreat, he wanted to roar, he wanted to keep the man in white in front of him away from him.

But to no avail.

He felt that his years of practice were like a joke, ridiculous and funny, a joke that God had made to him.

A sword.

Only one sword.

He shouted and wanted to speak, a sword light cut down, arrogant and unreasonable, not even the scabbard came out, even the sword sheath smashed heavily on Xu Xianfo's throat, cutting him in pain, covering his throat and wanting to cough, and then another sword, smashed his pharyngeal bones, smashed his Donkey Kong physique.

The man on his knees wept bitterly, dripping with blood.

Sword Sect Ming ignored it.

He whispered, "Don't cry, don't make trouble, I'll send you on your way." ”

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