Blood overflowed from His Royal Highness's eyes, and after Zhu Lianxiang enlarged his eyesight, he could clearly see the desolate figure suspended in the thunder after the sword qi collapsed.

He stared at Li Changge.

The former sword immortal of the northern land, after handing out that sword to the heavens, was silent.

Quiescence.

Deathly silence.

In the midst of heaven and earth, thunder roared.

The thunderclouds at the end of the sky were still brewing, and the second thunderstorm seemed to be even more ferocious than the first.

The man's eyes had closed, and his limp lips opened and closed slightly, and this was his last breath.

His hands were covered with blood, and his clothes were covered with blood, and the thunder penetrated his chest and back, burning his blood to a blazing heat, and the blood seeped out of his pores, staining the white clothes into red, sticky and bloody.

He still holds the "cause and effect" in his hand.

But the hands had no strength, the blood soaked the hilt of the sword, and the ten fingers could no longer keep their grip tight, and their arms subconsciously hugged the ancient sword, but no matter how hard he tried, the "cause and effect" slowly slid in his arms, and finally separated from him.

His Royal Highness shook his head when he saw Jian Zongming.

The palace master of the Great Light Palace did not speak, nor did he make a sound similar to sighing, but just shook his head silently and slowly, neither sad nor happy.

......

......

The "cause and effect" came out of his hand.

Li Changge's limbs lost gravity and fell downward, but the whole person floated upward, and in the void, it was as if a hand was supporting his waist and back, wanting to send him to the end of the sky.

He coughed sullenly, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips, slid down his cheeks, and dripped to the ground.

When you open your eyes, it's already extremely difficult.

Li Changge actually felt so comfortable for the first time.

He looked at the ever-growing sky in front of him, his body seemed to be entangled in silk threads, every strand of it was karma, and it was inevitable that it could not be avoided.

In the eyelids, it seems to be filled with lead, uncontrolled, heavy and tired, even if the thunder in the ears roars, constantly exploding, it becomes ethereal and ethereal.

The whole world seems to be moving away from itself.

It's so tiring.

I'm so tired.

He wanted to take a break.

So Li Changge closed his eyes.

Time slows down.

He pursed his lips slightly, and many images flashed in his mind, what he could see and what he couldn't see.

That "cause and effect" is falling......

The thunderclouds at the zenith are condensing......

The crying voice of the little junior sister in the distance, unable to catch up with the muffled sound of thunder, flashed in the ears......

The man at the top of the sword mountain is still waiting for him......

It's a pity that there is nothing I can do about it.

A sword, too little.

Li Changge laughed self-deprecatingly in a low voice.

If he still has that sword bone and that body cultivation, the ending will be ...... Will it be different?

If his sword can be more, more, more than enough to pierce this layer of thunderclouds, the end will be ...... Will it be different?

He tilted his head slightly.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and he saw the Tibetan Sword Mountain in the distance.

Across the small half of the yellow sand and swaying wasteland, the cultivation that he had dispersed before, as well as the overwhelming sword qi water droplets, had arrived there at this moment.

Li Changge smiled weakly.

He closed his eyes again and muttered softly, like a dream.

"Senior, can you ...... Help me?"

......

......

The top of the Tibetan Sword Mountain.

The chess master climbed high and looked into the distance, feeling the tremor on the soles of his feet.

The whole mountain trembled restlessly, and the tremor was so small that it was almost imperceptible, and then a pebble began to tremble, and finally it jumped up and exploded in mid-air for no reason.

The chess master's robe was stained with the stone chips that had been cracked and exploded.

He saw the pillar of light in the wasteland.

The sword qi collapsed, and all of them were replaced by thunder light.

Shen Mo had already closed his eyes and no longer looked at what was going on in the distance.

She knew she couldn't do anything.

She could only pray silently.

Only the word "Nian".

Peace only.

Shen Mo's ears twitched slightly, and then she frowned beautifully, even if her cultivation was as humble as her, she also sensed the unusualness of the entire Hidden Sword Mountain.

The disciples of the South China Sea behind him had already noticed the abnormality.

Wu Yanhan practiced swordsmanship, and at this moment, his pupils shrank into a thin line, and his pupils flashed with terrifying brilliance.

On his back, cold hairs stood out.

Under the entire Tibetan Sword Mountain, it was like hiding an old dragon, and at this moment the old dragon moved his body, so he began to "slowly" shake the mountain.

It's just that the master is by his side, even if he notices something unusual, he will definitely not dare to move.

Shi Nan'an, who was beside Wu Yanhan, was also sitting on pins and needles, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, repeatedly suppressing his urge to draw the sword.

Shi Nan'an, who has been in the South China Sea for two years, has always had a big doubt.

Eighteen mountains in the South China Sea, seventeen mountains have Fengjian Pond, but there is no Tibetan Sword Mountain.

Tibetan Sword Mountain...... What kind of sword is hidden?

I don't even have a sword pool, so what kind of sword can I hide?

His lips were a little pale, and he looked at his master with a slight wist.

The sword qi on the soles of his feet began to move, and through a thin layer of mountain rock, it was undulating like a dragon's back.

Ordinary sword qi, wisps and wisps.

The sword qi at the bottom of this mountain is innumerable.

Then Shi Nan'an raised his head.

He practiced for two years, day and night, under the guidance of the master, the senior brother and the second senior brother, the realm of the sword broke through the domain meaning, and the grandmaster was straight, the original sword qi out of the body, it was like the size of a thumb, and now a sword runs out, a sword stream, and the momentum is huge.

But he saw the reason for the tremor in the Hidden Sword Mountain.

The other side of the wasteland.

There was a huge sea of sword qi smashing all over the world.

The sword qi water droplets roll like thunder, above the sea, land beasts, tigers, leopards, lions, all of which are formed by the convergence of water droplets, running and jumping, smashing on the body and going to the "four seas" together, and then poking out the head, it is the whale giant shark, jumping out of the sea, it is the bird of prey flapping its wings.

Ten thousand kinds of frost are free.

A snow-white bone, floating and sinking at the forefront of the sword qi ocean, was held in the mouth of a male lion.

The male lion stepped on the wind, stepped on the sword waves, the mane was delicate and rolling, the eyes were round like copper bells, looking left and right, squeezing away all the fierce beasts, the wide fleshy palms stepped down every time, to step on the soles of the waves through the stepping, turned into thunder, the lion swept forward, far ahead of the waves, every step down, but the soles of the feet were lotus, there was a sword avenue, paving the way.

The king of beasts, majestic.

The male lion bit the snow-white sword bone, and the whole body was condensed by sword qi, which was naturally snow-white, only the tongue was scarlet, but it was because he kept licking the sword bone and rolled the flesh on the bone stubble into his abdomen.

In just a moment, the male lion came to a place not far from the Hidden Sword Mountain.

Zangjian Mountain is not high, and near the wasteland, there is a broken wall.

The sea of sword qi intercepted and climbed, and the entire ocean moved together, occupying a radius of land that became smaller and smaller, but the tide head was getting higher and higher.

In the end, it was higher than the Tibetan Sword Mountain.

The male lion bit the sword bone, shook his mane with his head high, and a deep voice came from his chest, like a thunderbolt.

The tide rises and the lion falls.

With one step, the lion jumped up again, and the tide of the sword qi ocean slapped heavily on the broken wall of the Tibetan Sword Mountain, and there was no picture of the wave falling again, and the huge wave of sword qi smashed directly into the Tibetan Sword Mountain, into the bones and flesh, more like the Tibetan Sword Mountain opened its invisible mouth and swallowed this sea of sword qi.

The soles of the feet trembled.

Lord Chess's face was as usual, sensing the sound of sword qi washing over the mountain from the soles of his feet.

The tide of sword energy.

The male lion, who was two feet high, jumped off the tide, and his burly body fell and smashed on the top of the Tibetan Sword Mountain, shaking off the dust, raising his head, and a deafening roar came from the pavement.

Wei Qi's face was still calm.

The lion was expressionless, and after a high-pitched roar, he lowered his head, latched on to a white bone, and curled up like a cat, even so, it was a head taller than the chess master.

The chess master smiled.

He gently patted the lion's massive head.

The chess saint thought of a sentence that Li Changge asked himself before leaving.

"How did he die?"

Under the mountain of hidden swords, it is not a sword that is hidden.

It's the sword bone.

It's a sword fairy.

What Li Changge cares about is really that sword immortal, how did he die?

Or another question.

He...... Is there any death?

The previous master of the sword bones, the sword immortal in the last great world.

He, can you lend a sword.

The sword qi was drumming, resounding back and forth in the Tibetan Sword Mountain.

The chess master stood on tiptoe, took the snow-white sword bone from the lion's mouth, and rubbed the lion's indifferent huge head, this huge male lion, after losing the sword bone, stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked his lips, and the sword qi that condensed his body began to overflow, wisps and wisps, all surging towards one person.

Shen Mo was stunned and looked at the dots of sword qi that fluttered to his chest.

Li Changge's sword qi actually penetrated his skin without hindrance and merged into his own blood, and this male lion was stored in another posture in his body.

The chess saint squatted down and didn't look at Shen Mo.

He calmly looked at the mountain of hidden swords, his gaze was long, as if it had penetrated this mountain that he had not seen through for decades.

He can't see through the mountain, he can't see through the person in the mountain.

He actually believed the man's nonsense.

Wei Qi laughed to himself and shook his head.

He said softly: "You have Li Changge's blood in your body, so you will stand on this mountain later and say a few words to a 'dead' sword immortal for him." ”

Shen Mo was stunned and didn't know how to answer, so he could only nod.

She finally understood why these countless sword qi could be integrated into her body.

In Hanjiu Town, Shen Mo sucked cold blood for Li Changge and expelled the sky, and after years of time, he also had Changge's blood in his body.

So that lion is the sword qi that the husband left for himself?

Do you want to let yourself say a few words for him on this mountain of hidden swords?

Shen Mo pursed her lips, she plucked up her courage and saw the familiar figure floating towards the end of the sky in the distant wasteland.

It turned out that he didn't take himself to the wasteland.

It is because he has entrusted his life and death to himself.

......

......

Wei Qi plunged the snow-white bone into the bottom of the Hidden Sword Mountain.

The sword bone goes into the mountain.

On the contrary, the turbulent trend of Tibetan Sword Mountain gradually calmed down.

The sword bone slowly moved downward, eventually into the mountain.

Wei Qi was expressionless and sat cross-legged in the mountain.

In the South China Sea, many elderly people were taken in.

During the period of the Eight Great Powers, except for the two major countries in the north and south, the remaining six countries were wiped out, and among the six countries, most of the national teachers and chess players, if they really reached the point where they were able to make the chess saint cherish their talents, they were led to the South China Sea, but no one knew where these old people were hidden by the chess saint.

A strategist is the sword of a nation.

Hidden Sword Mountain, what is hidden is not a real sword, but a sword of strategy.

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......

At the time of turmoil, in the belly of Zangjian Mountain, many caves shook, and many old people with closed eyes were inevitably troubled.

The belly of the Tibetan Sword Mountain is particularly vast, these old chess masters, old national players, each occupy a cave, sometimes go out, discuss chess with each other, under the cover of the formation, the disciples of the South China Sea occasionally see these old predecessors of the previous dynasty, but they never know that their cave is actually hidden in this mountain.

There was just an old man who never went out.

The old man's cave was also separated, isolated to the lowest level of the Hidden Sword Mountain, almost pressed into the earth, and a whole mountain was covered overhead.

The mountains shake and the ground shakes.

At the bottom of the cave, the old man with snow-white hair opened his eyes, his hands and feet trapped in chains, extending into the stone wall.

He came earlier than those chess players of the Six Nations and the national teachers.

And the name of Zangjian Mountain was given by him.

The old man with snow-white hair, Mu Ran raised his head and looked at the stone wall above his head, slowly sliding down a snow-white sword bone, levitating in front of him.

The sword bone was stripped away, and the bone was like glass, without a trace of immaculateness.

The owner of this sword bone has not done a single thing against the sword heart.

The old man's face was calm, and he raised his head and looked straight at the stone wall in front of him.

In front of him, on the cracked stone wall, two sides of yin and yang are depicted.

Yin and Yang are broken, but they are not evenly broken, the Yin side is completely broken, and the Yang side has been eroded and mottled by the years over the years, and there is still no trace of old age.

In the center of yin and yang, someone carved a blood-drenched character with the tips of old fingers and gratuitous sword qi.

That word.

Big "Chu".

The old man smiled in a low voice, thinking that what was carved on this stone wall was true, Da Chu's conspiracy had "died", and Yang Mou was still alive in this world.

He raised his head and looked at the chess master who was crouching down through countless mountains.

If their eyes were staggered, the two of them seemed to be looking at the same line across a whole mountain.

Over the years, Wei Qi has questioned himself more than once.

Ask yourself if you're dead.

In the Hidden Sword Mountain, he only needs to hold his breath and pretend to sleep, even the South China Sea Chess Saint who has known him a long time ago can't judge whether he is alive or dead.

And he said to the chess master, "I committed suicide", and no sound has been heard since.

Except for the heirs of the sword bones, no one can sense that the sword bone in his body is still alive and tenaciously, and the heart next to the sword bone is still beating vividly.

No one saw it.

Not even a chess master.

And Li Changge saw it.

The death of the Sword Immortal, died by suicide.

This sentence is simply a lie.