A sword, a sword with a sheath like black ink.

A knife, a knife without a scabbard, with a blade like ink.

Except for Li Zhichang and the Demon Lord, this sword and sword are the only things that can move.

water of West Lake,

Broken bridge and remnant snow.

The scenery is still there, but it is absolutely still.

What a picture of ink landscapes, now the two are not fighting in heaven and earth, but more like fighting in a comic.

It's just this painting, with a grandiose background, incredible.

Li Zhichang drew his sword, and it seemed that at the same time, a tangible and terrifying momentum suddenly rose.

There is no Tao in the world of the end of the law, but there is one here.

Suddenly, the snow remaining on the dead branches of the white embankment fell one after another, as if by some invisible force, and the branches were twisted to the other side.

Li Zhichang's black hair is arrogant, his white clothes vibrate, and even the heavens and the earth seem to move together.

He seems to have become the first king of heaven and earth, his breath has become wind, his eyes are lit up, it is the sun and the moon, and the sound of breathing is thunder.

This wild momentum is enough to make the sun and the moon tremble, the heavens and the earth shake, and the rivers flow backwards.

The water of the West Lake rolled up, like a canopy, flowing from the bottom to the top.

It seems to be a waterfall hanging in the sky.

It's like flowing into the Milky Way.

The waterfall is like a flying dragon, and it slams into the demon lord.

This grand impact can destroy everything.

The good is like water, but the power of water, once it reaches a certain point, will be more terrible than any wild calamity.

Therefore, in mythology, the destruction of the Emperor of Heaven was just a great flood.

Because of a flood that swept the world. can destroy everything.

Characters who have never seen a torrent can never imagine that human beings are so small in the face of a huge torrent.

What it feels like for a waterfall hanging from the sky to press down. Just thinking about it makes people's hearts feel chilled.

The demon lord showed a cold smile on his face, his body was slightly bent, like a big bow with a lot of power, and suddenly there were countless sharp arrows, bursting out.

It looks like a shower of stars in the sky, and it is extremely brilliant.

Legend has it that the Qiantang River is flooded. When the tide came, King Wu Yue ordered thousands of archers to shoot arrows at the head of the tide, and finally forced the tide back.

Today, the Demon Lord emitted countless void arrow qi. In the face of this waterfall, it is also necessary to eliminate it.

This move, the momentum is huge, not only cut down the waterfall. The energy is endless. Yuan Yuan walked towards Li Zhichang.

It was as if ten thousand arrows were firing together, and Li Zhichang was going to pass through his heart.

Li Zhichang smiled faintly, relaxed.

Gently draw the sword, the sword light is differentiated, endless, a little bit of sword qi, as fine as silk, and it shoots down every bit of the strength sent by the demon lord.

At this time, if someone stands outside. You will see that all of a sudden, this broken bridge is remnant of snow. Suddenly, it became the Nine Heavens of the Milky Way.

Then it turned into many strong wind marks that hit the waterfall, forcing it back.

Then infinite sword qi was born on the drawing paper, obliterating the wind marks.

This battle, the process was short, and in fact the destructive power was earth-shattering.

The demon lord drew his sword, the long knife made a sword, the move was faint, and the speed was so fast that there was no trace of it.

When the demon lord was about to get up, Li Zhichang stood still, the flat boat under his feet was torn apart, and the boat planks turned into powder.

But the man was on the water, and his face was calm.

He didn't seem to move, but was actually making tiny movements. It's just that the movement is too fast to be recognized.

The speed of the demon lord is ghostly, coming and going without a shadow, between existence and none.

Li Zhichang's speed is beyond the ordinary, and every subtle movement can always put himself in the best position to fight with the demon lord.

At this time, the entire lake surface kept emitting a sonic boom, and those airs couldn't stand the speed of the demon lord, and a series of sparks dyed the black water and white mountain with a touch of red.

It's like hell at the moment, like a sea of fire.

Suddenly, the knife flashed.

Li Zhichang's body was like a silk rain, becoming countless debris.

The demon lord paused, the rain had not disappeared.

At this time, around his body, there were suddenly thousands of sword qi, which suddenly gushed out~ out, like a storm, pouring heavy rain.

There are countless ways to avoid it.

Every sword qi is a white rain line, broken and endless.

The Demon Lord's magic knife suddenly burst out with a violent white light.

Black knife, white knife.

It's not one, like a dusty pearl, suddenly wiping the dust away, turning into thousands of rays of light shining on the mountains and rivers.

Li Zhichang and the Demon Lord are clearly close at hand, but they are like the end of the world.

The end of the world is not far away, but it is just a stone's throw away.

Just a stone's throw away, and at the ends of the earth.

Li Zhichang's sword qi seemed to be very close, but it was far away.

The short distance, the terrifying speed, it seems that it will never reach the demon lord.

Li Zhichang is on the broken bridge, and the demon lord is under the bridge.

But it is a distance that can never be surpassed.

The knife is like a pearl, and it is like a bright moon.

Soaring into the sky.

The bright moon is like a knife, between a knife, it can divide heaven and earth, it can take ghosts and gods, it can kill all obstacles, and it can become a demon.

Killing all living beings is a demon.

The killing intent of this knife is unprecedentedly brilliant.

This knife oppresses the eons of eternity, and has the domineering spirit of heaven and earth, and is the only one.

It is not only a tyrannical sword, but also a unique knife.

A knife carries the ages, heavy but irresistible.

It is gloomy and chaotic.

Li Zhichang stood on the bridge, and the sky had become pitch black.

The only knife, like moonlight, came spontaneously and could not be avoided.

There were many emotions in his heart that he had never been aware of, and the clear ocean of his mind seemed to turn black.

Always shrouded in black air.

Joy, anger, sorrow and joy surged into my heart, and all kinds of emotions hit the Lingtai Qingming.

Although he is already too ruthless and unshakable.

But they can't drive away this shadow, clear this obstacle.

At this time, the demon lord's flesh ~ body has disappeared, like a shadow in the moonlight, and the face can no longer be seen clearly.

Leng Ran faced Li Zhichang, he had already returned Li Zhichang's negativity to him, and at this moment he was the true Heavenly Demon Lord who was immortal.

It's just that he can no longer synchronize with Li Zhichang, even after devouring the other party's flesh and soul, he can't achieve the expected effect.

This is the difference between reincarnation and rebirth.

It's just that if he doesn't, he finds that even if he is the same as the other party, Li Zhichang's weird and detached state of mind cannot be 100% reproduced.

This was what annoyed him the most, he had never seen such a strange cultivator.

For Shakya and Manjushri, he can't touch their state of mind, but for Li Zhichang, he can fully feel it, but when he reproduces it, it is completely wrong.

Li Zhichang has all kinds of himself in his heart at this moment.

Suddenly there was great sorrow, and suddenly there was great joy.

Suddenly his eyes were wide open, and suddenly his eyes were melancholy.

Suddenly sad and compassionate, suddenly angry and manic.

These are all aspects of themselves, inseparable aspects.

Even if it is too forgetful and too ruthless, how can these inherent things be said to be thrown away.

Even the Buddha had moments of anger when the king was angry, and it was obvious that breaking off his feelings was not the most suitable choice. (To be continued.) )