There are countless swords in the world, and each sword can take a person's life.

There are thousands of swords, and each sword can cut gold and stone.

The remaining hundreds of swords, if they split the mountains to open the way, intercept the river and hit the waves.

The real famous sword, but dozens, when the good lord shines, the sword energy goes, destroys the city and opens the mountain, invincible, and unstoppable.

But there is no sword that can cut off fate.

Not a handful.

At least...... Before the spring and autumn, there was none.

The swordsman with the sword in his arms, even if he has achieved success in the way of the sword and has become a well-known so-called "sword cultivator", when he reaches the realm of Ren Pingsheng, he is far from being entangled in cause and effect.

Even if he became a "Sword Immortal", he was lucky enough to get the Great Road, but he was too far from that step.

The thunder and light dispersed in front of the Daji Mountains, so the sky and the earth were dark, the wind was fierce, and the weeds were moving.

The man in white standing next to His Royal Highness had his palm against the hilt of the sword, so the "cause and effect" scabbard slowly raised an arc.

Jian Zongming did not go to see the "Great Monarch", but stood side by side with him.

He said softly, "You are very strong. ”

The "Great Monarch" holding Liang Liang in his arms pursed his lips, and he sensed the monstrous sword aura of the white-clothed swordsman beside him, which was not much better than those great cultivators of his era, but he restrained the sword qi to the extreme.

Two scabbards.

Two long swords.

"Cause and effect" and "solitude".

Sword Sect Ming Muran looked at the sky and said calmly, "You are not as strong as I expected...... Is it because the creation was divided by the overlord?"

"Dajun" eyes always fell on Liang Liang, he lowered his head a little anxiously, and tried to return the golden luck back to the mouth of the woman in his arms, but found that it was just in vain, wisps of heavenly luck entered the mouth of the West Demon Tan, and it was only like smoke overflowing.

Jian Zongming sighed softly.

He said with some regret: "The Maharaja is not omnipotent......"

The monarch can resist alone in front of the demon beast tide and the Luoyang Iron Horse, and open up a pure land.

The Maharaja can kill for nine days, take the blood of heaven and man, and luck.

But there are also things that the Maharaja can't do.

He can't save the people he wants to save.

"Your Highness" took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and said word by word extremely hard: "You...... Can you save her?"

Jian Zongming was silent for a while.

"Little Highness" opened his eyes, his eyes were scarlet and bloodshot, and he saw in despair that the white-clothed swordsman beside him slowly shook his head.

"I can't save her. ”

"If I could, I would take out the sword, let you see if my sword is sharp enough, in that era when sword cultivation has not yet risen, can I make the Lord of the Western Regions also bow his eyebrows. Jian Zongming laughed lightly and said regretfully: "It's a pity that I can't save her, and I don't want to use my sword against you now." ”

Jian Zongming paused for a moment and said, "But someone can save her." ”

"Boom".

On the wilderness in front of the Daji Mountain Range, there seemed to be thunder exploding again, but there was no thunder spreading, the heavens and the earth exploded suddenly, and then there was extreme quiet, it turned out to be countless scarlet vitality, dragging and bursting out beside the "Little Highness", hunting and forming a huge cloak.

The "Maharaja" moment –

Time in the radius has become extremely slow!

As a result, Liang Liang's vitality also overflowed extremely slowly.

But slow is slow after all, those demonic qi in her body, as well as countless karma left over from reincarnation, burst out "slowly" at this moment, the tide rises, and finally attracts blood, causing irreversible injuries, even if the "Maharaja" is blessed at all times, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape death.

The blood-red cloak flew into the sky.

Jian Zongming stood in the moment of "Maharaja" and was not affected.

Beside him, the "cause and effect" sword qi burst out uncontrollably from the sheath, and all the "cause and effect" in this world could not be contaminated within three feet of his body, and even "life and death" and "time and space" were all cut off by the sword qi.

The Maharaja looked at this "Great Sword Immortal" with two swords hanging from his waist with a solemn face.

If he wished, the Void Sword hanging on his waist and condensed purely by "cause and effect" could even allow him to stay in this world until the day when countless causes and effects were shattered.

There was no birth, old age, sickness or death.

The white-clothed swordsman in front of him, who had nothing but a sword, had abandoned everything, and he seemed to have reached a more mysterious realm than his own realm of surpassing the realm of the great grandmaster.

There are no pros or cons.

It's a whole new path.

And I have to say that the killing power of the white-clothed swordsman in front of him is much stronger than he imagined.

The Maharaja's creation was divided too much by the overlord of the 10th generation.

Even so, he still sat firmly in the "realm of all beings" and climbed to the sky to cut off a celestial finger.

If you want to kill the white-clothed swordsman in front of you, I'm afraid it will be much more difficult than the battle in the sky.

When has there been such an amazing person in the world?

The Maharaja took a deep breath and saw the white-clothed swordsman stretch out his hand, point to the guide, and said unceremoniously: "The person who can save her is in ......"

After a slight pause, Jian Zongming pronounced two words with a playful expression.

"Qijiang. ”

Suddenly.

The Daji Mountains are empty.

Jian Zongming smacked his tongue slightly, never expecting that the great monarch's temperament to be so anxious.

He thought for a moment and muttered, "It's a pity, I knew that I would have fought with a sword." ”

He stood in the Daji Mountains, looked up at the sky, blinked, stretched out two hands, broke off a finger, and said with a playful smile: "There is still ...... left Nine fingers. ”

After saying this, above the sky, of course, there was no echo.

The night was long.

There is no light.

The man in white stood here.

This is the light.

......

......

The middle section of the Qijiang River.

A figure suddenly appeared.

The dragon boat that was originally sailing on the Qijiang River broke the waves, with a helmsman standing on the deck, and the silk scarf on his forehead maintained a flying attitude, and the water droplets were clearly visible, but they were frozen at the moment, like a sculpture.

The whole huge ship, the big oars kept the moment they touched the water, the huge sails bulged, but there was no strong wind between heaven and earth, and there were no huge waves.

Only the blood-red figure, holding the same blood-red woman, was uncontrollable.

He is the master of this world, this moment!

The blood-red figure teleported to the bottom of the boat, "roughly" pushed the palm of the whole boat, pushed the whole ship out for several miles, and brought out the huge water column several miles long on the surface of the river, so that it was moved horizontally and intercepted, and in the moment of time frozen, the middle section of the entire river was completely emptied!

In the next moment, Qijiang's "Maharaja moment" calmed down slightly.

In the most central place, the "little highness" stepped down, and countless water columns rose up to the sky, with his foot as the center of the circle, the whole river was like a big bowl upside down, and it was suddenly discharged, but in the short breath, countless water droplets splashed out condensed again.

The "Maharaja Hour" is back in place.

Every drop of water is a small world of its own, as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

In the "water world" in the center of the water droplets, the monarch shook his palms slightly, his face was solemn, he gathered his five fingers, lowered his head, and could almost see the land under the Qijiang River.

The Maharaja punched down.

Qi Jiang snorted.

This punch can hit all the rivers within a radius of one mile, and at this moment, it is only a slight tremor, and it is not more than a foot away, and it is pressed back.

The blood-red cloak hunting "Little Highness" snorted, staring at the bottom of the water, and the blood-colored lotus flower in his pupils continued to rotate.

In the pitch-black pupils, in addition to the lotus flower, a snow-white shadow slowly appeared.

The snow-white thing was a small boat slowly sailing out from the bottom of the river.

After the two waves at the bottom of the river fell down, there was such a small boat from an unpredictable place, floating faintly, the bow of the boat was upturned, and the vertical river surface was suspended from the bottom of the water.

Countless winds and snowfalls, surrounding this small boat.

Like a hooked fish, this small boat is like biting the bait, let the invisible force pull, from the bottom of the river dream to break the river, first the bow of the boat, bring out a puff of river water, but time freezes, splashed water droplets in the air, then quickly frost, the whole river surface is white, so that when the stern falls, burst out to smash a piece of ice.

A coat, a wooden paddle.

Full of gray hair, covered in white frost.

Sitting on the boat was a young man, with a handsome face and peerless elegance, time seemed to freeze in him, unlike the "little highness" of the maharaja moment, his body seemed to be eternally covered with the attribute of time stagnation.

The white-haired man smiled and said, "Meet again." ”

He narrowed his eyes and exclaimed, "You don't seem to be you." ”

At just a glance, he saw clearly the soul in the Purple Mansion of His Royal Highness, his face was a little emotional, and he said softly and respectfully: "It's actually the legendary monarch......

The Maharaja looked at the white-haired ferryman with a solemn face.

In his perception, such a character, the realm has also surpassed the realm of the great master, and has also reached the realm of "sentient beings" as unspeakable as himself.

How can there be so many anti-heaven characters in a river and lake?

The white-haired first city lord had soft eyebrows and eyes, and his heroic spirit overflowed, and he said, "Why don't you get on my boat?"

The Maharaja was suddenly stunned.

The woman in his arms, in the "Maharaja moment", the slowly passing vitality actually stopped flowing completely at this moment.

This is the time of complete solidification.

He looked at the white-haired man reclining on the boat in disbelief, the wind and snow were like ash, and the white-haired man smiled gently and kindly.

The Maharaja thought for a long time.

He asked, "You...... Can you save her?"

Even honorifics were used.

The first city lord smiled and nodded.

"Good. ”

Dajun took a deep breath, hugged Liang Liang, and took a step.

This step out has a kind of trance feeling.

He seemed to be much lighter.

It's like losing something.

Before he boarded the ship, he looked back and saw a face that was exactly the same as himself, separated from himself.

I only have a soul.

This is a bit ridiculous, because he only has a soul.

The young soul regained control of the body, and opened its eyes with a slight sense of confusion as it watched itself leave the body.

"You should have left a long time ago, Maharaja. ”

Wake up the Maharaja with a word.

The white-haired first city lord said softly in a soft voice, "Get on the boat, I'll send you...... Go to the other side. ”