At the beginning of September, the Sword Master broke out of the sea on Kunpeng and flew away on the wind. Siming crushed the wooden sign that conveyed the message. The besiegers came in droves, and countless iron knives and steel swords pierced the black tide of Beiming.
Throughout September, several terrifying battles had broken out on the boundless sea in the North Ming Dynasty.
The further north you go, the temperature becomes colder and the sky becomes darker. People can still see the stars and the moon in the sky clearly, so the night sky here reveals a quiet beauty.
The raft under Siming's feet had long since collapsed. At this moment, the light boat was replaced by a black sword. The black sword cut through the black tide. Her light and delicate figure was like a flower held by the tide, with the stars gathering together.
The world can no longer see daylight.
In front of me are the dark seawater and the dimly illuminated night sky. In addition, there are icebergs floating on the sea one after another. These icebergs are rooted in the seawater, and their spire-like horns are as big as blue whales. The sea surface is covered with thick and heavy ice, which is cut back and forth like a cold wind.
The words Liuli can no longer accurately describe this ice sea world. The loneliness it displays is solemn and mysterious. Looking at it, the snow-white icebergs always remind people of the frozen corpses of sea beasts.
Siming came to this desolate world.
Her emotions were dyed by the surrounding scenery, and her hair turned pure white. When her hair was quietly draped down, it looked like a long river of ice and snow flowing through the beautiful mountains and hills.
In the distance, the roar of a lion sounded, that was the voice of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng.
This roar meant that he had found traces of the Juggernaut again.
In the past month, they had fought three battles with the Juggernaut. The Juggernaut's serious injuries had not healed. After Chengkun showed up, they did not let him leave without hesitation. These three battles were not bloody enough, and were not even as grand as those outside Guyun City.
Ke Wenzhou did not choose to face the enemy head-on. He rode the Kun and fought and retreated, running all the way to the north.
If not for the protection of this unknown giant Kun, Ke Wenzhou might have been beheaded.
At this moment, they were chasing all the way. Although they had the upper hand, they felt like they were being led by the nose.
Now, it seems they are chasing them to the end of the world...
When the lion's roar sounded, Siming's figure suddenly moved and appeared on the top of an iceberg thousands of miles away.
After stepping on several icebergs in succession, Siming finally caught the killing intent floating in the air.
The black sword flew into his hand.
Opposite her, Ji Xuan and Bai Ze also came after hearing the news.
There was originally a secret ice cave in their center. Now the upper layer of the ice cave has been penetrated and collapsed, and below is a large sea of ice, but the sea level is lower.
Jiuling Yuan Sheng stood on a broken ice stone, his green mane and ghost face fluttering. His majestic body was raised high, and his strong muscles were taut. The iron umbrella slowly twisted with his hands. Spin slowly.
In the middle, Ke Wenzhou sat cross-legged on the head of the giant Kun. His body was slightly thin, and there were countless white hairs in his tied hair.
He held the sword emptyly and looked at the people standing in all directions calmly.
"After four months of chasing for thousands of miles, we are finally here. Thank you for your hard work." Ke Wenzhou said.
Bai Ze asked curiously: "Have you prepared any means here?"
Ke Wenzhou shook his head and said, "No."
No one believed what he said, but no one could feel anything unusual here.
A swordmaster without a sword is just an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Jiuling Yuansheng looked at this old friend and said in a low voice: "I originally thought you would wait until the lunar eclipse shows up again... You are obviously hiding well, why do you have to ride Kun out to sea? The heart of your sword has long been filthy. Where does this lonely courage come from? Ke Wenzhou, are you crazy?"
Ke Wenzhou looked at the umbrella in his hand and said: "It's just the end of the road... The holy weapons of your demon clan are really enviable. In the past five hundred years, I have never found a sword that is truly suitable for me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find one." As for being surrounded and killed by you."
"You are just a false saint, how can you be qualified to hold a holy weapon?" Siming's cold words sounded on the iceberg.
Ke Wenzhou looked at her and asked, "If I am a false saint, then who is the saint in your heart?"
Si Ming stood lightly on the ice peak and did not answer. She grabbed the hilt of the sword, and thousands of sword lights reflected from the dark sword.
The sword light was dazzling, and Ke Wenzhou looked away.
He looked around.
"Master Priest, the old god of Xuanze, the two demon saints of the lion clan, Qing and Bai..." Ke Wenzhou said: "The last sword in this life can be faced with you. Even if the body dies and the Tao disappears, it will be regarded as a well-deserved death."
His words sounded carefree, but no one believed him. Because no matter it was five hundred years ago or today, Ke Wenzhou is always a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.
"Don't test the truth with words." Ji Xuan, who was wearing a thin sword and dressed in red like a ghost, said calmly. He swung the sword casually and the long painting danced around him.
Ke Wenzhou glanced at the starry sky on the broken dome. He patted Gu Kun's back. If he sensed it, Gu Kun groaned and dived toward the bottom of the water.
The sword master's hand held the water surface, and the water surface continued to fall. The cold seawater condensed rapidly in his palms, and the muscles of his arms all bulged, as if he was trying to pull out a giant sword from the water.
Of course, the four of them could not watch him draw his sword.
The first one to rush forward was Jiuling Yuan Sheng.
He had been feuding with Ke Wenzhou for too many years, and now that the opportunity to kill him was right in front of him, the rage in his heart finally burst out despite being able to hide it.
The iron umbrellas were like thousands of high-speed rotating swords, falling towards the Sword Master's location.
Amidst the roar of the lion, Bai Ze's movements were equally fast. Compared to the fierceness of Jiuling Yuansheng, his movements were smooth and flowing.
The two lions attacked with horns.
It seemed like a huge boulder hit the water, and the water sank instantly. The thick ice fragments around it were torn away, and Ji Xuan's sword came at the same time. Wherever the sword light shined, everything fell into the picture, and reality shuttled back and forth. .
Siming didn't hesitate at all. She was already impatient after chasing her. The black sword had also not drank blood for a long time, and it trembled with her thoughts.
In the icy and snowy environment, she couldn't help but think of the battle with Ning Changchun in the snow gorge. If fate hadn't played a trick on her, she might be guarding the way of heaven in Quan Funian now, no different from the Sword Master and others.
But now, he is actually a man with a family...
Siming smiled faintly. In his smile, the black sword was wrapped with the power of time and shot straight without any fancy. Time and space were curved in the sword. In an instant, the black sword was about to reach the heart of the sword master.
The combined force of the four can be said to be devastating.
These mountains that surrounded the ice sea like iron ropes finally could no longer hold their strength and collapsed under the tearing of spiritual power. They crashed into the sea with a roar and stirred up thousands of waves.
On the iceberg under the water, cracks have not stopped spreading.
At this moment, the Sword Master's body was also smashed into the water, and countless sword lights were submerged in it.
Si Ming and Ji Xuan did not move. They both had divine status and had a stronger sense of heaven and earth. They both hovered in the air and locked the aura of the Sword Master. Bai Ze and Jiuling Yuan Sheng were lions, and they showed the ancient demon The ferocious nature broke through the water, and like the upper and lower teeth of a bloody mouth, they suddenly closed and crushed the old man in the middle.
Ke Wenzhou tried to use the sea of ice as a sword, but the process was abruptly interrupted.
The sword only froze.
His withered hair was fluttering in the sea water, and when the two lions pressed against him, he made a gesture of swinging his sword. He didn't have a real sword in his hand, but when he swung the sword, the entire seawater crashed into them.
Si Ming's sword ignored the water that gathered like a wall, penetrated everything like an invisible object, and stabbed the sword master.
The sword master's withered fingers were in front of his heart, his fingertips pressed against the sword, and his fingers were decaying rapidly like wood.
At the same time, Ji Xuan's sword also arrived.
The thick sea water turned into a thin film in the light of his sword. The scroll was coming. If he was involved in it, he would definitely lose.
The two swords pressed, the sea water penetrated, and the two lion palms slapped, shattering his body-protecting sword intent, and almost penetrated the bones.
Ke Wenzhou was already seriously injured. Even if he had the ascended level of an Ancient Immortal and was as powerful as Pangu Nuwa, he would never be able to stop the combined attack of these four people.
What's more, Ji Xuan is also here.
Before he died, he was Xuanze, and what he controlled was the sea. The sorrow and anger of the sea were his breath. When he raised his hands and feet, his sword vibrated rapidly, and Ke Wenzhou's seawater giant sword fell apart.
Ke Wenzhou groaned miserably. He lost his sword again, and two bloody holes appeared on his shoulders under the attack of the two lions.
Si Ming's black sword pierced his finger and sank into his chest. If the tip of the sword was spiritual, he could hear his heartbeat very close at hand.
Ke Wenzhou closed his eyes. The spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, almost draining the entire sea of energy in an instant.
He held it with empty hands and rushed out of the sea desperately, as if he was going to burn out the last strength of his life and start a battle that would make the world of ghosts and gods cry.
In the eternal night of the Northern Sea, the raging spiritual power is like the cry of ancient sea monsters. In this cry, the sea cracks and the ice collapses, and the world seems to be disemboweled, swallowing the blue light, revealing the chaos and addiction. Kill inside.
This earth-shattering battle affected a wide area.
In the snowy country to the north, the frequency of waves pushed from a distance was obviously much higher. Many large ships were pushed and hit the shore. People wearing fleece jackets wrapped around their noses looked at the strange weather and sea, guessing what happened. What.
In the Demon Cave of the Snow Kingdom, on the sharp cone formed by the ice flow, the Fourth Senior Sister with short hair and slightly round cheeks stood, holding the blade in her mouth, dragging the iron whip in her left hand, and holding the spear in her right hand, which was pierced under the ice pick. They are the corpses of demons.
She grasped the handle of the gun tightly and pulled it out of the chest of a big demon.
As if she had a tacit understanding, she pulled out the gun and turned around, looking at the Black Sea of Beiming near the Demon Cave.
The strong wind never stopped tonight.
The distant sea breeze carries a salty smell.
Fourth Senior Sister squinted her eyes, looked at the sea, and noticed something.
In the huge cave, the roar of monsters was still heard.
This disturbed her thinking.
"Shut up!" Fourth Senior Sister shouted.
She was holding a knife in her mouth, so when she drank, the knife fell down. She kicked the handle of the knife and smashed the knife into the darkness. Amidst the screams, another monster was nailed to death deep in the cave.
The fourth senior sister is sure that the senior brothers and sisters have captured the sword master.
This went more smoothly than she imagined.
I just don’t know if there will be any changes.
After this devil's cave was bulldozed and all the debts accumulated in her previous life were burned, she could finally get out and help her master and the others.
As the girl thought this, the spear in her hand started to burn.
She jumped up from the tip of the ice, and followed the burning spear and sword into the depths of the devil's cave. She danced her spear, sweeping, or stabbing, and the light of the sword penetrated the darkness and darkness of the cave. Her exquisite and petite body was like a wheel of fire. Rolling through the jagged icy cave, heading straight into the depths.
The ghosts lurking in the dark screamed hoarsely, as if they had seen the world, and their anger and fear also gathered together.
This is Gonggong’s grave.
More than 3,000 years ago, Gonggong was polluted. She chased him here. She held a golden arrow given to her by Yi. She held the golden arrow like an iron spear and threw it. The golden arrow stabbed Gonggong to death. Nailed it deep into the earth.
This almost bottomless pit was pierced by golden arrows back then.
It's a pity that she was too impatient at the beginning and failed to wash away Gonggong's resentment and anger, so that the pollution emerged from the devil's cave after three thousand years and spread.
Fortunately, they are all just a bunch of rabble, which is just annoying.
The Fourth Senior Sister held eighteen weapons and almost pushed her forward.
In these months, she has been in and out of the demon's cave seven times, killing those big demons until their livers and gallbladders were broken.
Another day and night.
Fourth Senior Sister once again crucified a water demon deep in the Demon Cave.
The water demon evaporated quickly as she grabbed it.
Similar water demons are considered big demons, but she can't count how many she has killed.
But this is the last one.
"You...who are you..."
The water demon was boiled, and it let out a soul-rending scream and issued its final question.
Fourth Senior Sister calmly said her name: "Si Li."
Si Li.
Li is fire.
The water demon understood something, stared at her, and opened his mouth, as if he was about to issue a curse.
Fourth senior sister Si Li does not believe in curses.
But she didn't give the other party a chance to speak. She tore her mouth open, pulled out a knife from her waist, stabbed it into its body, dug out the demon core, and crushed it to pieces.
She looked at the place where the water demon had evaporated cleanly, with a leisurely and slightly nostalgic expression.
Eighteen kinds of weapons left the weapon box at the same time, and behind the girl, the iron peacock shook open the screen.
Tie Feng stirred in the devil's cave.
Her expression never changed much, and her round face was cute, even a little silly.
She kicked off the ground, lifted up into the air, crossed the caves and returned to the ice on the ground. Then when she was near Beiming, she kicked the spear in her hand and put it into the cave.
The girl raised her hand, and pure flames burned in her palms.
"Farewell, Water God Gonggong."
With a clear voice, the girl said her final farewell to an old friend who had died long ago.
In fact, she was not too concerned about eliminating the public curse or pursuing the Sword Master. She knew that these were just side dishes before the banquet began, and the real killing was always far away in the sky.
"This divine fire is being melted, and it is the fire that is used to ward off misfortunes in the palm of my hand. Now it bears the meaning of the Moon Palace and is ordered to subdue demons. The heaven and earth are virtuous, and the people are grateful. The holy fire has been completed, illuminating the world!"
Si Li said this. Under the prosperous night sky, she raised her hands. The ferocious figure from 3,500 years ago was like a totem, blending with the petite and cute girl with a cold face at the moment!
The tongue of fire licked into the devil's cave.
Si Li's mind was still calm in the heat and purity of the flame.
But she suddenly realized something was wrong.
She raised her head and looked to the sky, her pupils shrinking suddenly.
It's the last day of September.
You can still see the sky full of stars.
On this day, there were many people looking at the sky with surprised eyes.
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In the far north of Beiming, the four-month pursuit will come to an end on the last day of the Spring Scale Moon.
The midnight sky is beautiful.
All the icebergs on the ice sea have been chopped off. Looking around, only the sea water is floating in the whole world.
They fought bloody battles for several days and returned to the initial siege.
The Sword Master stood on the sea like a ghost. His hair was messy and covered his face randomly. Blood flowed from there and filled every old ravine on his skin.
His remaining body was covered in blood, and his right arm and sleeve were directly chopped off.
The sword master held the sword made of seawater in his left hand, but his expression was indifferent.
"This battle is really not exciting. If I were to write the history of swordsmanship, I would never write it down." Ke Wenzhou said with some regret.
Jiuling Yuansheng could understand the meaning of his words.
In this battle, except for the Sword Master, almost everyone of them strived for stability. After several days of fighting, there was no shocking sword move that turned everything upside down. They were like hunting wild beasts, dragging down the heyday that the Sword Master had forcibly opened. They went over and cut off his right arm together, bringing the battle to an end.
This is indeed not exciting, but the outcome of this battle is destined to have extraordinary significance for the entire world.
Si Ming looked at the Sword Master who was truly at the end of his rope and did not take it lightly. Her black sword undulated with the sea breeze, accumulating sword intent and preparing to launch the final blow.
After killing him, you can return to land...
I don’t know if Ningjiu will be without him for a long time and everything will go smoothly. Hehe, it probably didn’t go well.
The swordmaster's arm sank into the water.
The four people who were hunting him did not answer his words. They were all preparing for the final blow, and this preparation process only took three to five breaths.
The devouring of Jiuling Yuansheng, Bai Ze's ancient magic, Ji Xuan's entry into the painting, Si Ming's time...
These authorities and abilities unfold at the same time, each like a tombstone.
Ke Wenzhou looked at them without any awareness of his impending death.
No one knew what else he could do.
Ke Wenzhou raised his scarred left arm, pointed at the sky with his index finger, and laughed: "I still have a sword, and I will use it when the time comes."
The words just fell.
Everyone realized something was wrong.
Their consciousness glanced at the starry sky.
In the starry sky, the place that should belong to the moon suddenly became pitch black.
what happened? !
Many questions echoed in their hearts.
But now, no matter how shocking the vision is, they must kill the Sword Master first.
The peak law bombarded the Juggernaut, and the Juggernaut released his last sword intent to resist.
Even if he has a broken arm, even if he is seriously injured and is about to die, his sword will remain strong.
But this kind of toughness is nothing more than stubborn resistance.
In the murderous aura that soared into the sky, the sword intention of Jiange was wiped out and turned into ashes.
The sword pierced the Juggernaut's body.
The sword master did not die immediately.
His old pupils did not look at them, but looked at their backs, and said leisurely: "Look... this is the last sword - this is heaven's punishment!"
Destructive killing intent surged from the sky.
Under the sea water, Kunpeng's huge body emerged, swallowed the remains of the sword master, and then quickly dived into the seabed.
Although Kun is at the pinnacle of the Five Paths, he is not really powerful to them. If they take action, they can stop all this.
But no one took action.
They dispersed in unison as quickly as possible.
Use all your strength to destroy your body and evacuate around Beiming.
Si Ming even sacrificed his natal sundial.
She paused time and passed through the water so fast that she couldn't even see a shadow.
Just now, when they were about to work together to launch the final blow against the Sword Master, she felt a truly destructive aura appear behind her.
That is more powerful than any sword.
After seven hundred years, Siming once again felt such a devastating fear...
Everything happened.
The moon is still dark.
Streaming fire fell from the sky and hit the water.
The sound of the explosion was overwhelming, and the light lit up the entire sea.
On the 30th day of the ninth month in the year of Quanfu, the bright moon swallowed up its light, and a meteorite fell from the sky, crashing into the sea of Beiming. Its light was so great that it caused the sea to become angry.
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"The one that fell is the flying star."
The handwriting is written on the book.
"Since Quanfu is dead, the Dark Lord simply gave up on Quanfu. The Dark Lord has an almost terrifying ability to control the stars. In July, when it passed by Quanfu, it pulled it with divine power, and Quanfu deviated. From its original position, it began to fly towards the home star."
"As it approached the moon, the first explosion occurred on the star Quail."
"The Dark Lord wanted to cover the moon, but the Tornado Star was much smaller than the moon and could not block all the sun's brilliance, so half of the Tornado Star was blown up, and the other half turned into spreading star dust, blocking the way between the moon and the moon. The center of the sun.”
"The lunar eclipse happened in advance, and the phoenix supporting the country illuminated by the moon lost its power."
"The remaining phoenix stars rushed into the world according to their original trajectory and smashed towards the sea of the North Ming Dynasty."
"The Sword Master is the person appointed by the Dark Lord to the world, so the Dark Lord will never let him be killed."
"A meteorite fell from the sky, and the battle was interrupted by external forces. The sword master was swallowed by Kunpeng and dived into the deep sea to avoid the explosion. The other four people dispersed, their life or death uncertain, and these..."
"These all happened unexpectedly."
The ink on the pen is slightly dry, and an extremely petite-looking girl is sitting on a stone. She is wearing a very ill-fitting dark blue and white gauze skirt. Although she is childish, her appearance is indescribably beautiful. She is jet black. A blurry moon hangs behind her hair, and the moon shines brightly.
She is Ye Chan Palace.
Quan Fuguo was forcibly closed, and she was forced to leave and come to the human world.
She recorded what happened tonight, with a touch of sadness in her peaceful and picturesque brows.
She put away the pen, closed the pages of the book, and placed them in the void beside her.
When Ye Changong did this, he used his right hand.
Because she still holds a slender bone chain in her left hand.
That is the death row keel of Lei Lao.
There is a white cat tied to the bone chain. The white cat is very beautiful, with tiger stripes like civet flowers, and a crooked word "王" written on its forehead.
The white cat stared at her faintly.
The girl took out a lock of colored hair and brought it to the tip of the white cat's nose. The white cat sniffed it reluctantly.
"Do you hear it clearly? Go find her and keep her safe."
Ye Changong gave the order to the white tiger-striped cat.