"Master, what are you looking at?"

Liu Baiyi looked at the river, Xiaoyu looked at him, the rain did not stop, but it was a little smaller, and there were countless ripples on the surface of the river, and the wind blew, and it was also ripples.

The two of them stood in the rain, and the drizzle gradually fell on their hair, gathering like beads, and then getting wet.

"I'm looking at the meaning of heaven and earth. ”

Liu Baiyi felt the coldness and slowly spoke.

"In this world, the wrath of the puppet is only five steps of bloodshed, and the wrath of the emperor is only a thousand miles of blood, only the wrath of heaven and earth, all things wither, full of killing machines, no one can resist it. ”

He was feeling the tiny streak of rain falling on his face.

"I'm still waiting. ”

The words paused slightly, and he spoke coldly again.

"Master, who are you waiting for?"

Xiao Yu asked curiously.

"Waiting for my opponent. ”

Liu Baiyi looked at the end of the distant sky, as if he had seen a distant unknown place through countless distances.

"Will they come?"

Xiaoyu didn't understand.

"Yes, as long as they see my sword, they will come. ”

"It's coming, five days to go. ”

Liu Baiyi said indifferently, and then brushed his sword with his hand, gently brushing it, just like his beloved.

"This battle, you must watch it carefully, you are very talented, maybe...... This is the last thing I can leave to you, the higher you look, the higher you go, the sinister ......"

His expression was a little complicated, but he stopped halfway through his words.

Xiaoyu was a little silent, and her expression suddenly changed, with a complicated meaning.

"Master, will you lose?"

It was a long time before she spoke, her eyes a little red.

However, Liu Baiyi no longer opened her mouth and did not answer her, but slowly walked to the top of the river, and stood quietly, the wind blowing and the rain falling.

At this station, he stood for four days, and the rain also fell for four days, until the fifth day and night were at dawn, Liu Baiyi's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the water stains on the eyelashes and hair were instantly shattered like mist.

A sword intent that rose to the sky melted into the rain, and suddenly the rain became more rapid, as dense as a sword, and the white hair behind him stood upside down, and the beginning was like countless divine swords chanting, dancing wildly like a cold mang.

It was as if he had cut through the long night and frightened countless pairs of eyes.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, his body suddenly rose up, and his steps moved extremely fast, as if the rain was carrying his body, as if he was stepping on the ground, and kept running into the sky.

"Ahh

A sharp roar woke up countless people.

"Look, that immortal. ”

In the early morning market, someone pointed to the figure in the sky and exclaimed.

The sword light, the incomparably bright sword light, illuminates the eyes of the world, and illuminates the long night.

Also at this moment, at that moment of sword intent.

"Good. ”

In the Divine Sword Villa, I saw that in a secret room, a person who had not eaten or drunk for two months suddenly opened his eyes, and the light of his eyes was like a real thing, leaving two sword marks on the ground, and the sword standing upright in front of him trembled even more.

"Boom!"

A terrifying brilliant sword intent instantly rose from his body, and the light was extremely like the rising sun in the east soaring into the sky, as if it was about to compete with Liu Baiyi's sword intent.

It's just that the dust is scattered, and when I look at it again, there is no one in the room, let alone a sword, and then an invisible wind sweeps by, and the stone room is slowly melting, yes, it is melting, just like the spring snow melting, scattered all over the ground, and the dust is one.

At the same time, in the midst of a grave, countless graves came into view, and in the dead silence, a figure gradually appeared in the dim place where the morning light had not yet shone, a figure that seemed to crawl out of the grave.

It is Yan Shisan, if he was like a dead man before, then he is really a dead man at this moment, holding a pitch-black sword in his hand, that sword is like a bone, pitch black as ink, under the illusion, it is like exuding black gas.

He was sitting cross-legged in the grave, his eyes open, and his eyes, which had been black and white, were as black as the sword in front of him.

"Hmm. ”

A deep voice.

"Bone poison. ”

I saw him looking at the sword in front of him, his face was very calm, or absolutely indifferent.

"Let the world look at my fifteenth sword. ”

It is also a sword intent that rises to the sky, with the way of extreme death, staining the surrounding heaven and earth.

The cold, unpopular words fell, and neither the man nor the sword were visible.

The grave soil is still the grave soil, but all the plants and animals have no longer arisen, and it is as black as ink and as carbon.

"Alas!"

I saw that in a place outside the world, Li Xunhuan, who was originally writing in the bamboo house, suddenly changed his expression, and the pen in his hand instantly turned into powder and fell on a piece of paper, and then sighed faintly.

"What's wrong?"

Sun Xiaohong, who had just finished feeding the chickens outside the house, asked in surprise when she saw this.

"I'm going out for a few days. ”

He replied with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Then he walked out of the bamboo house and out of the world.

"Huh?"

At the same time, on a street corner, a sloppy Taoist who was originally drunk suddenly woke up, and then looked at the sword intent rising one after another from the three directions of heaven and earth, and after a long time, he slowly got up, walked out of the street, and walked in the direction of the first sword intent.

The rain stopped, I don't know if it was time or because of the figure in the sky, or because of the sword intent.

It all seemed like a long time, but it was over in just a few dozen breaths.

The figure floated down and landed on the surface of the river, calmly without a trace of ripples.

Although the rain stopped, the wind did not disperse, raising the white hair, from beginning to end, Liu Baiyi did not look at the girl standing by the river again, he just stood quietly, quietly waiting.