Thousands of years ago, when the Tianxia Sword Sect was still the leader, Shangguan, the last sect leader of the Sword Sect, accepted the invitation of the previous emperor of the Nanfeng Ancient Kingdom and traveled from Xuezhou to the Great Wilderness to put an end to the chaos in the Great Wasteland.
A single person with a single sword monopolized thousands of wild cultivators, and was finally trapped by the blood refining formation that suddenly appeared, and was trapped to death in it.
Thousands of years later, the evil aura reflected in the old man's eyes appeared again.
What Shangguan Farewell could not do back then, he, Shangguan Wenhuo, can do today.
With the old man's sword, the wave that filled the sky crazily attacked nearly a hundred ghosts and demons. This terrifying momentum was not limited to the middle stage of the Tribulation!?
"Sword Code!"
"It was the Sword Sect's Shangguan who asked!"
"He's not dead!!"
A cry of panic instantly came from the mouth of the leading cultivator.
The expressions of all the ghosts were instantly condensed.
If the evil energy gathered around a group of ghosts and evil spirits is like a rushing river, then the spiritual energy around Shangguan Wenwen is like a vast ocean.
This is the most fundamental reason why despite the decline of the sword sect in the world, no sect dares to take any action against it.
Shangguan Wenwen played with the earth evil bead in his hand. This was the one that disappeared from the blood refining formation!
And he just made a starting gesture, there was no sword in his hand, only the cyan fishing rod.
The loud sound is silent, and there is no sound.
then--
A circle of sound waves suddenly spread out, causing the river surface more than ten miles below the feet of both parties to instantly sink downwards, like a smooth "water bowl".
With a loud bang, the water bowl shattered, splashing thousands of layers of snow.
All the ghosts and ghosts flew out upside down. This sword move was as devastating as the sword, without any suspense.
Ten postures, the waves are rolling!
The leading man in black vomited blood, covered his chest, backed away quickly, and said with difficulty:
"Run quickly."
"..."
This sword, with just a hint of sword energy, had almost exhausted his energy sea, and countless thin blood lines appeared all over his body, staining his black clothes.
Above the tribulation!
The real pinnacle of the Twenty-One States!
However, before he could finish his words, in an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rolled violently again.
The sword energy left behind by this sword caused the huge waves on the entire river to surge like stacks of mountain peaks, and the shabby clothes appeared to ripple and fluctuate endlessly.
Pfft——
More than a dozen ghosts spit out black blood and fell heavily to the ground.
This sword was just the aftermath, but actually destroyed their internal organs.
Whoosh whoosh——
The dozens of ghosts who were lucky enough to survive looked at each other, and they all read shock in their faces.
The evil energy around him surged, and he instantly wanted to leave this world.
The fisherman sitting on the boat lowered his eyes slightly and said in a hoarse voice:
"Want to leave?"
"Can you leave?"
"Leave it to me, old man..."
On the water surface around him, more than ten waterspouts appeared instantly, and then the tornadoes turned into dragons. The rolling waves were mixed with lingering sword energy. These were more than ten sword dragons.
Immediately afterwards, within a few miles, the river surged, huge waves surged into the sky, and water dragons emerged from it one after another.
As he pointed his fishing rod forward, all the water dragons rushed forward.
The heaven and earth are turned upside down.
"After searching for so long, I finally met the person in charge..."
"Kenpachi, to the other shore!!"
"..."
Shangguan asked, Yaoyao looked at the sky with piercing eyes, and murmured to herself.
As if he sensed something, a sword placed on the small boat instantly flew to the sky and slashed at the waist of the fleeing ghosts.
Under such a terrifying sword energy, all the evil cultivators were like ants under the panic-stricken sky, without any power to resist.
It was at this time.
boom--
An indistinct black shadow instantly appeared in the sky above Dongting Stream.
As soon as he took action, the sky was filled with majestic atmosphere, and thick black clouds blocked the entire sky.
With his arrival, the entire river surface had become turbid, and countless swimming fish had no time to escape, and were shocked to death by the majestic spiritual energy in the river. Their dead fish corpses floated to the surface.
On the river surface, Shangguan Wenwen still maintained the same posture as before, as motionless as a sculpture, while the sudden black shadow in the sky was less than a hundred feet away from Shangguan Wenwen.
The eyes of the leading man in black suddenly lit up, looking at the sudden black shadow in the sky, he said in surprise:
"Your Majesty!!"
"..."
Without any hesitation, all the ghosts and ghosts rose up with a burst of black mist, and immediately disappeared from the world.
As the terrifying black shadow approached, more and more water dragons filled the sky between the two people, and the water dragons overlapped the water dragons.
The sword energy overlaps with the evil energy, and the two blend into each other.
In an instant, there were only two high-ranking monks left between heaven and earth.
This is a battle of strength within two people.
Shangguan Wenwen still hadn't gotten up from the boat. The bamboo hat he was wearing was blown away by the strong wind, revealing his pale hair.
A flash of light flashed through those cloudy eyes:
"I think you are the mastermind behind all this..."
"Just let me take off your mask and see who you really are!?"
"..."
The dark figure looked up to the sky and laughed. The eyes under the mask narrowed slightly and said faintly:
"I never thought that the master of Shangguan Sect, who had disappeared for so many years, would actually appear in the Holy Land."
"However, I want to take off someone's mask."
"I'm afraid it can't be done by Shangguan Sect Master alone."
"..."
Shangguan Wendao snorted coldly, and a sword came from the sky!
He injected his terrifying sword energy into the boundless river water, making the river water non-water, as heavy as mercury, and as powerful as the sky collapsing.
Every slender stream of water is a sword!
It is normal for monks who are above ordinary tribulations to fight and not see any signs of decline for several days and nights.
When you reach this level, you have mastered the general trend of heaven and earth in detail. You only need a very small amount of dantian energy to use heaven and earth to fight for yourself.
However, the world has not participated in this battle at all.
The Sword Code of the Sword Sect does not bother to communicate with the general trend of the world. This is the aloofness that belongs to the swordsman alone, the supreme swordsmanship that transcends the world, just like the sword of Su Bei, King Dao Sword Seven, and Laughing Sky.
——Disdain that manpower borrows time from heaven, but manpower creates time from heaven!
As for evil cultivators, the evil spirit in their bodies is not tolerated by heaven and earth. The existence of evil spirits is already the greatest kindness of the sky. How can they take advantage of its momentum?
Su Bei, who was able to breathe, hugged the woman in his arms tightly and leaned against a big rock, looking at the terrifying scene between heaven and earth.
The coldness in his arms entered his body, instantly freezing Su Bei's entire body.
He fumbled around and found a first-grade Qi and Blood Pill from the storage ring, and put it in Ji Nanjue's mouth.
Ji Nanjue was held in his arms. His face was pale and there was no trace of blood. His aura was suppressed by the evil spirit in his body. His body was weak and his consciousness was a little unclear.
Her legs were tightly together, as if because Zhiyin met Zhiyang, her slender hands were uncontrollably unbuttoning her collar.
It's a pity that this is not a skirt, only a crisp sound is heard.
Hiss——
The tightly tied black tube top was exposed, her swelling was trembling, and her phoenix eyes were full of pleading, looking at Su Bei like this.
Su Bei swallowed hard and refused to look at Fairy Nanji in his arms.
But he felt as if the woman's body in his arms was like ice melting into water. A pair of slender jade arms and slender jade legs seemed to be able to squeeze out juice, tightly wrapped around his body.
The white snow was stained with a layer of crimson, and the sandalwood mouth was half open...
Su Bei had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He was not both upright and upright. In fact, the situation in front of him did not allow him to think about this and that...
There were many ghosts at the moment, and the old man who suddenly appeared was fighting with the mysterious masked man who jumped out of nowhere.
Fairy Nanji in her arms is poisoned, and the longer she is dragged on, the greater the impact will be on her.
It is also a blessing to meet the old man here!
At least Fairy Nanji is definitely saved...
Just when Su Bei was still thinking about who this inexplicable evil cultivator was, whose strength was definitely above the late stage of Tribulation, he suddenly felt a tightness in his lower abdomen.
"hiss--"
He took a deep breath instantly.
Ji Nanjue's consciousness has been completely annihilated by the instinct in his body. Under the attraction of Zhiyang, he gently caressed Su Bei's body.
A head of icy blue hair stuck to both sides of her cheeks, floating with an uncontrollable tenderness.
(...) It fits tightly on Su Bei's body.
Su Bei couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking of himself as a great monk, sitting still and letting her mess around.
His big hand gently patted Ji Nanjue's cheek and said in his ear:
"Fairy Nanji, Fairy Nanji!"
"Sober up..."
Ji Nanjue was indifferent to this and continued to hold it hard with her slender hands.
Su Bei's face instantly turned purple. He endured the physical discomfort and wanted to separate her from his arms...
"help me......"
Ji Nanjue let out an unbearable light (...), took a jade hand from Su Bei's (...), and then covered her (...) tightly. .).
Su Bei had to hold her hand again.
Ji Nanjue twisted her body uneasily, her face full of painful pleading.
"What happened to her?"
Is your mind filled with doubts?
He suddenly discovered that as the fairy in his arms moved, for some reason, streams of fiery spiritual energy in his Dantian surged out of his body uncontrollably.
Together with that coldness.
In an instant, Ji Nanjue's body gradually turned from cold to hot, and then a dazzling blush spread from her snowy arms to the skin on her jade legs.
Su Bei took a deep breath and looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in his arms.
There is a woman who is charming.
He admitted that the peerless allure he felt when he first saw her under the Cliff of No Regrets had already hidden this face deep in his heart.
At that time, I was only in the late stage of Yi Shen Transformation, and she was unattainable in his eyes after she had transcended the tribulation.
She saved herself casually, and this time he also saved her. Does this count as repaying the favor?
But... Su Bei didn't want the glimmer of beauty in his heart to be shattered like this.
At least he still has a little bottom line in his heart, he doesn't want to take advantage of others' danger.
What is the difference between her like this and going to a pub street to pick up corpses in the middle of the night?
I am not a gentleman, and what I hate most are those hypocrites.
The two truly met each other for less than an hour, and they only exchanged two or three sentences...
Seeing a stream gurgling down the icy rocks, flowing into the earth continuously, being frozen into ice by the yin around me, and melted into water by the yang in my body.
Repeatedly.
Ji Nanjue's ice-blue long hair was disheveled.
Su Bei bit his lips tightly, pinched his thighs, gasped for air, and looked at the sword in the distance.
——Thinking about it, when Shangguan Wenwen saw this scene, he was afraid that he would kill his filial disciple with a sword.
Old man, let me show you one style of sword and ten, and learn how to make waves!
Are you here thinking about how to use the sword and how to go deep!??
...
Above the sky, Shangguan Wendao took a deep breath and took off from the boat. He no longer held the fishing rod in his hand, but the long bronze sword.
As the roaring sound of the sword was as loud as thunder, the water vapor evaporated like a torrential sea of mist, and the tornado on the entire river began to slowly rise upwards. It was unexpectedly lifted up by Shangguan Wenwen's sword, like a tornado
The 'Tianhe' gallops.
A sword pointing forward!
The water of Tianhe comes from the sky!
Suddenly, it seemed like a waterfall hanging upside down from the sky, which was a magnificent sight!
"Five of Swords, enter the sea current!"
"..."
The mysterious figure in black looked at the waterfall above his head, stretched out his hand, and the black evil energy condensed into a giant hand.
The night sky continues to expand, and from a distance, it looks like hell on earth!
This palm gathers the five places in the monk's body that have the strongest evil spirits: the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys!
This palm of the black-clothed figure can be said to be the enemy of heaven and earth. It actually stopped Shangguan Wenwen's sword from falling. The sky was turned upside down, and the giant hand turned into a black shadow covered the sky.
The sky covers the moon. Compared with the endless river water pouring down, it is so small, but yet so big.
Two terrifying fluctuations instantly penetrated the world!
The figure in black waved his hand and pressed down gently.
That sword Tianhe Waterfall was actually lifted up by it, and it seemed as if the entire sky was being pulled to the ground.
The sky slowly turned into deep blue, and finally turned into deep pitch black.
The figure in black stood in the void, with black evil aura lingering around him, and a demonic cloud billowing above his head. He didn't look like an immortal, but more like a giant demon!
Standing in the sky, he looked down at Shangguan and asked.
"Master Shangguan, is this it..."
"The last Great Sword Immortal in the world today is nothing more than that."
"..."
At this moment, only a sonorous sound was heard——
The sword box next to Su Bei suddenly trembled.
Then wisps of blue-purple sword energy gradually seeped out of the sword box, reflecting the dark night into a greenish green.
Shangguan Wendao snorted coldly and took a step into the void.
The first step, the river is churning!
In the second step, the river is boiling!
As Shangguan asked, he shouted:
"Sword please!!"
Su Bei's eyes were full of shock, as he looked at the Qingping sword in the sword box.
The two energies of purple and green became strong in an instant, and the sword energy shot straight into the sky to shoot the bullfight.
It was a peerless light that Su Bei had never seen before. At this moment, I could feel the coldness under the sword's edge from my bones!
The most precious treasure of the Sword Sect, the Qingping Sword!
This sword penetrated the heart of the barbarian emperor who was practicing half-step in Mahayana.
This sword has buried tens of thousands of wilderness monks.
It is the same sword that cut across the Cangjiang River and slashed through the sky!
In an instant, two swords appeared beside Shangguan Wendao.
Then the voice of Shangguan asked spread throughout the Dongting Stream:
"Five boys, there are twenty-four styles in the sword canon, including seventeen styles of Immortal Sword and seven styles of Kingly Sword."
"The first ten postures of the Immortal Sword are killing swords, which can be used by a single person. The last seven postures are the real immortal-slaying postures. Each posture has one more sword, and the seventeen postures are eight swords."
His cold voice reached Su Bei's ears. Su Bei looked at Shangguan in disbelief and asked, listening to his words:
"Ten thousand years ago, when the Sword Sect broke away from the Dao Sect, there was a swordsmanship battle that overturned the world situation."
"The Youchen Sword Immortal, who is said to cut the sky with one sword, was able to overwhelm the eight Tribulation-Transcending elders of the Dao Sect. The Seventeenth Sword was used in that battle."
After a pause, Shangguan asked and continued:
"Right now, old man, I only have two swords in my hand. This sword is Sword Eleven. You should take good care of it!!"
"..."
As he spoke, the two swords in the sky were instantly intertwined.
The spiritual energy around Shangguan Wenwen shook violently, and even the river beneath his feet began to shake.
Su Bei didn't recognize Shangguan Wen's sword, but he saw that although the luster in it was not as good as Qingping's, it was no less impressive.
Shangguan Wendao stood between heaven and earth, looking at the man in black in front of him.
He will keep him today.
No matter how painful Shangguan Biejie's death was, the murderous intent contained in this sword eleven style was so strong.
This sword is as majestic as a god descending from the mortal world.
A black line quickly divided the "Tianhe" above his head into two.
After a while, the countless river water no longer had the force of black clouds pressing down on the city. It suddenly fell from the sky and hit the river surface, splashing thousands of "white snow".
The dark shadow's eyes instantly became serious. Facing Shangguan Wen's sword, he was not sure to take it.
Just a sword can increase his momentum to such an extent!?
This is the sword canon!?
"Sword Eleven, nowhere to be found!!"
Old travels are nowhere to be found.
There is no place to look for but the youthful heart.
It was also at this moment that two swords shot up.
Su Bei saw the Sword Immortal's sword style for the first time.
There is no sword energy, only the sword intention that spans between heaven and earth.
The wind stops, the water stops, and the clouds are calm.
Time freezes at this moment.
Su Bei finally saw clearly the sword that Shangguan Wenwen was using. The sword's name was engraved on the sword's body.
Sword name: Thinking of separation.
...
ps: I can’t read this chapter of asxs in recent days, and I don’t know what the problem is. Xiaohen only found out about it today.
And...the book "Female Disciples All Want to Kill Me" has obtained the comic adaptation rights. The comic should be published soon. The author is not sure which platform it will be on. It should be
Penguin Comics...
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Today Xiaohen is revising his paper...
There should be more time tomorrow, so I’ll make up for the lack of updates these days!!