The ancient coffin, squeaky and overwhelmed.

Jian Zongming stepped on the coffin with one foot, put one hand on his knee, pressed the sword with one hand, and the sword air swirled to cover the Heavenly Gate.

He looked inside the coffin and whispered.

"I've been waiting for a long time. ”

The withered sand of the Heavenly Gate is slowly rotating, like a dragon drawing water, the ancient coffin is pitch black, like an abyss, and the little palace in lotus clothes lying inside, with a pale face and withered hair, like a corpse that is gradually aging and entering death, soaked in the eternal night, the red clothes stacked on the body, and the white sand grains, are all burial items.

Yi Xiao's face became more and more pale, his fingertips began to wither, his chest began to dent, and the essence and spirit of his whole body were slowly peeled away and withdrawn.

Jian Zongming watched this scene, and he quietly waited for the person behind the door to take the things that were to be taken.

Someone is on this side of the abyss, someone is on the other side of the abyss.

The young Confucian scholar standing on the prairie of Jiangnan Road in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period suddenly said loudly: "It is difficult to practice, but it can be known that achieving the world's first-class sword immortal with a mortal body is an immortal fate that thousands of people in the Central Plains cannot seek!"

"The vicissitudes of the floating world, all come for immortality, and they all go away because of the withering of life!"

Grass clippings flying.

Sultan tremor.

Yuan Tiangang raised his head and looked directly at the end of the thunder shining in the sky, the man in white who stepped on the coffin, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes, and his voice was like a bell.

"Sword Immortal is like you, why bother to die!"

At this moment, he still has a fluke mentality, if he can avoid the war, he will avoid the war and tend to it, or even be embarrassed and retreat, it doesn't matter.

Yuan Tiangang frowned, and the other end of the sky did not respond for a long time.

The young national teacher calmly thought, when was he targeted by this tricky man?

The man in white who stepped on the coffin suddenly chuckled.

He didn't move the Dugu on his waist, but put his fingers together, and his chuckle crossed the void.

Cause and effect tremor –

"Zheng!"

There's a sword running through it—

The void sword, coming from the nine heavens, is like a dragon and a snake, the sword qi rushes into the sky and subverts, going to the ground, tearing endless thunder, brilliant divine power, spreading most of the sky, slashing down in an instant, splitting the entire soul sea in half, the land collapses, and the six paths collapse.

Yuan Tiangang's face was gloomy, wisps of black light seeped out from the soles of his feet, he suddenly waved his sleeves, the heavenly wind roared, and the magic of the Confucian Taoist Sect turned into tens of thousands of qi, supporting the power of this sword.

This place can not be stayed for long.

After handing out the sword, Jian Zongming's voice came from the other side of the sky: "The door has been opened, and the soul has been taken...... Why don't you get out of here?"

Another sword slashed down, which was even more palpitating than the heavenly calamity, and the sword qi passed, and the cause and effect were annihilated.

A sword light cold nineteen states!

"Snort".

At the gate of heaven, there was an embarrassed figure falling out of the darkness, hunting wildly in a linen robe, after being forced out of shape by the sword qi, the sleeves were filled like a strong wind, blocking in front of him, the necklines of the two sleeved robes were torn by the sword qi along the way, the electric thunder snake crackled, and he retreated one after another, and his feet slid and swept back on the ground, and finally hit a wall before he stopped.

The dry sand is like a tornado, Jian Zongming raised his hand slightly, and the coffin plank that flew out earlier was sucked into his palm and pressed on the coffin, with a dull sound, preventing the last trace of hearing from the little highness in the coffin.

Yuan Tiangang, who was blocking his hands in front of him, slowly withdrew his two big sleeves, his face was neither sad nor joyful, and he said softly: "He was drained by me of a soul, two heavenly phases, and now he is alone, empty, just a waste person, you close the coffin and save his life, it will not help." ”

Jian Zongming said softly: "I don't care about this, I just don't think he deserves to die." ”

Yuan Tiangang looked at the man in white in front of him.

Both of them are white, Yuan Tiangang's white linen and plain robes are like withered white flowers in the dark, symbolizing death and despair, while Jian Zongming's pure white clothes are the first light in the world that is not stained by mud.

He was originally the mountain lord of the Great Bright Mountain on the Holy Island.

Yuan Tiangang leaned against the wall, looked at the coffin with compassion, and said, "Without the Heavenly Phase, without these reincarnated souls, what is left of him? Even if you survive, even if you ...... If you really survive, what can you do?"

The young Confucian paused slightly.

"He's just a seed, a key, and when he bears fruit, when he opens the door, there's no more meaning. ”

Jian Zongming was silent for a moment.

"I would love to congratulate him on his true rebirth, and he doesn't need to be afraid of someone hiding in the dark, and he doesn't need to be a puppet at the mercy of fate. ”

The man standing in the center of the Heavenly Gate seemed to think of some unbearable memories, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, followed by a slight relief.

"All the pain cannot be avoided before the transformation, it can only be endured. ”

"Reduced to mortal...... Mortal bodies can practice, they can breathe, they can draw swords, they can kill people, all beings are equal, they can survive, everything is possible. ”

Jian Zongming looked at Yuan Tiangang.

He said softly, "I am mortal. ”

Yuan Tiangang was silent.

He could no longer find a word that could refute Jian Zongming.

Because Jian Zongming is strong enough.

And not just because of his sword.

And because of his people.

He is strong enough in his own right.

Yuan Tiangang lowered his eyebrows, thinking that when Sword Zongming emerged from the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, he didn't even think that this sixteen-year-old genius of the Holy Island, who had traveled in the Central Plains, would be able to compete with the Sword Lord of Fengting City in such a short period of time, and then once again become a figure of the same level as the ancient monarch.

The carp jumped over the dragon gate twice, achieving the realm of the Great Sword Immortal.

Thick and thin, talent and hard work, creation and immortality, he has no shortage of all.

Jian Zongming suddenly asked.

"What about him?"

Yuan Tiangang smiled and said: "In this world, I have only seen you with such a mortal body to achieve such cultivation, and the others who can stand in this position are all geniuses who are created by heaven and earth, and love oneself, and so is the overlord." ”

The Great Bright Mountain Lord was a little distracted, shook his head, and pressed one hand on the hilt of his sword.

The sword aura is hidden.

Yuan Tiangang said softly: "Why are you in such a hurry, when you cultivate further, the chances of winning will be greater." ”

Jian Zongming smiled: "The sword is in the sheath, it doesn't want to wait, and I don't want to." ”

A sword slammed down.

The dry sand of the heavenly gate howls mournfully——

Under this sword, Yuan Tiangang raised a sleeve, and the soul in the sleeve rose rapidly, flew out of the sleeve, and rose in the wind, like a ripe fruit, being gently grabbed and grabbed in mid-air.

It was a pale hand, hidden in the wide black robe, the black robe hunted under the sword qi wind, and the other hand from this black robe, with two fingers together like a sword, from the bottom to the top, instantly crossed the line of heaven and earth.

The sword qi and the sword qi collided with scorn——

Then annihilation.

The eyes of the Great Bright Palace Lord brightened a little, like a grand day, and the brilliant sun burst out.

He finally got the person he was waiting for.

His solitude is about to come out of its sheath.

The devastating sound of drawing the sword out of its sheath only lasted for a moment, and the light that burst out almost illuminated the entire Heavenly Gate.

Immediately afterwards, Sword Sect Ming pressed the hilt back with a bang, and his face became extremely shocked.

The black-robed man who grabbed the fruit with one hand lowered his eyebrows, covered his face, retreated into the darkness of the Heavenly Gate, stood side by side with Yuan Tiangang, and said softly, "Teacher." ”

Yuan Tiangang hummed softly.

He looked at Jian Zongming, and had long expected him to have such a look.

The Gate of Heaven returned to a dead silence.

It's been a long time.

Jian Zongming spit out two words with difficulty.

"Ridiculous. ”

The voice of the young Confucian scholar smiled and said, "Ridiculous? Most of the stories in this world are cute and beautiful, but the truth is sometimes absurd. ”

The black-robed figure stood quietly beside the stone wall, his eyes bright, looking at the ancient coffin.

Yuan Tiangang raised his sleeves slightly, and the lotus flower of the lotus pond flew out with the dragon snake, gently rotating around the black-robed figure, including the overlord soul that had been held in his hand, all of which were extracted from Yi Xiao's body.

"Swallow this soul, and two heavenly phases, and then kill him. ”

The figure under the black robe didn't speak, his eyes fell on the overlord soul floating in front of him, and the lotus pond phantom, looking unpredictable, as if hesitating about something.

The two thin eyebrows under the black robe were lightly raised.

Then he stretched out his hand and grasped the creation.

......

......

"Lord Mountain, what can we do?"

The vast snowfield, countless snow-capped mountains, countless heavy snow, and the fluttering snow are coming, Mu Liancheng in the white lotus ink robe, the robe is flying, he gently patted Qingli's head, and said: "We can't do anything, only wait." ”

The green pear girl's eyes were a little sloppy.

"Master Sword, it's the strongest sword cultivator in the world, isn't it?"

In the mind of this little girl of the demon clan, many amazing figures flashed.

There is a beautiful female sword fairy dressed in red walking in the desert, accompanied by a black dragon and a white phoenix.

There is also the Northland Silver City, a sword bone covering the sick seedlings of the five demons.

The one who sits firmly on the highest point of the extreme north wind and snow.

Or the sword lord who has been sitting in the sword house of the Wind Court for a hundred years.

These sword cultivators can all rank first in the world.

But when it comes to the strongest......

"Yes, none of them are as good as Jian Zongming. ”

The Mountain Lord sighed softly and said, "He is not only the strongest in the world, but he can be regarded as the strongest in any era." ”

Qingli pursed her lips.

"But this time, it's different. ”

The white lotus ink robe rolled in the heavy snow, and the mountain lord grabbed Qingli's head and said gently: "The creation of the tenth king of the Great Monarch, there are still many opportunities, gathered in one person, it is difficult to tell clearly, what kind of demon and freak such a person is. ”

In the heavy snow, several quasi-demons of the Holy Island stood behind the Mountain Lord.

"Lose or win, the gate of heaven will be locked, Yi Xiao's life is in the coffin, and this creation has been extracted...... It's a good thing, what we have to do is to rely on the teleportation circle carved in the hairpin to enter the gate of heaven and take away this coffin after the end of this war. ”

Mu Liancheng's voice was serious, he narrowed his eyes, and said, "So...... Just wait for the ending. ”

Suddenly, someone spoke: "The Great Bright Palace Master, you won't lose." ”

The mountain lord turned around and saw Wang Zhi standing behind him with a sword, she bit her lip and said silently, thought for a long time, and said seriously: "If there is really such a person in the world, who has gathered the most powerful creations in heaven and earth, he must not be his opponent. ”

The wind and snow are howling.

The mountain lord smiled and asked, "Why?"

"Because ......"

The sword embryo of Aoki Palace thought of the words on the stone tablet.

Her tone was unpretentious.

"All things...... A sword!"