Along with Chongguang's blood energy, it also penetrated into the exploding and withering sword.
The passage of time also suddenly expanded ten times. In this boundary river, it turned into a mighty tide, flowing towards the place where Long Ying stood.
In the heavy light, Xuan Xuzi took out a small clock at random and flew in the air. When it was under the sky cover, it locked all the time around him.
"The law of time, withering, Dingyu Zhong, that's it!"
Looking at this scene, the corners of the lips of the autumn scenery are slightly raised, showing a certain understanding.
Since it is these two things, then the old man Longying, the former sword master, really has no life left.
Opposite him, Feng Yunzi of Dao Ling Sect was shuddering slightly, his eyes showing a cold light.
Since it is known that Long Ying will be here in person, how can there be no way to deal with this Spirit Dome Realm
Years, withered, really painstaking, really willing to spend money -
A Withering Sword, coupled with Chongxuan being seriously injured, unleashed his full potential and pushed those years away. But I don’t know how this dragon shadow will respond
This man is Zong Shou's master, and he is also extremely skilled in swordsmanship. Being able to create the Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword, a peerless swordsmanship of the tenth Holy Spirit level, shows his high talent.
It's a pity that this person has stayed at this level of the Holy Realm for thousands of years. With only thirty years of life, under the attack of this law of time, even if his swordsmanship is superb and his supernatural power is unparalleled, there is nothing he can do.
This time, I am afraid that I will probably die here.
More minds are already paying attention to Yunjie.
As long as the dragon shadow dies, then it will be the time for the sect to pay for the life of Old Man Potian.
The beautiful skull demon from the Yuanshi Demon Sect was smiling with satisfaction and full of interest.
The destruction of the holy realm is a rare sight.
The Xueyi next to him licked the corners of his lips again, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty.
Looking at Long Ying was like looking at food.
Among all the people, only Wenxu looked like one. It's extremely complicated. The gaze that looked at Chong Guang actually contained a hint of pity and pity.
But Ao Kun was also laughing, and his laughter was extremely weird.
Everyone didn't know what it meant, they just thought it was incomprehensible. But only a moment later, everyone's attention returned to Long Ying.
Even though the river of time has rushed in front of me. On the dragon's shadow. Not much has changed.
He just smiled dumbly and stretched out his right hand.
Then in the blink of an eye, bursts of psychic energy burst and vibrated. The river of time was forcibly restrained in one place by a force. Returning to the origin, most of it turned into spiritual energy and dispersed.
And those metal fragments suddenly gathered together. It only takes a moment to reconstruct it, and it becomes a long sword. Now in Long Ying's hands.
It looks exactly like the plain white sword from before, with no abnormalities or changes at all. The blade is smooth. Glossy and shiny. It is impossible to tell that this sword has exploded before—
"What a withering sword!"
Long Ying held the sword in his hand, looked at it carefully, sighed in admiration, and then asked curiously: "Is this made by Wu Xu? It was probably made by Taoist Qingxuan himself, right?"
I just asked this question, but no one answered. The entire boundary river was as silent as death.
Everyone here. Including Chongguang, who slashed out the sword, everyone looked at this scene with stunned expressions.
Almost the same thoughts were running through my mind.
How could this be
This Sword of Time is a full blow after the Holy Realm true energy explodes. How could this old man Longying take it so easily
The withered sword was obviously broken into pieces. It was reassembled and refined in the blink of an eye, and it still looks intact and undamaged. Are you kidding me
After a long moment of silence, the heavy light suddenly realized something. His mouth felt bitter in his gut, and his voice was dry as he asked: "Is it possible that the Holy Lord has reached the ultimate state?"
"you say?"
Old Man Longying smiled, and a wave of spiritual energy surged back again, pouring into the Withering Sword, with a calm expression on his face: "Taojun Qingxuan and I have a somewhat warm relationship, and we should make peace with each other." That's the best. But that one, since he must deal with my disciple, shouting and killing him every day, using all kinds of methods. If I, Long Ying, don't respond, others will probably laugh at my incompetence! Time is withering. , Haha! Are you trying to take my life? Are you deceiving me because I don’t have enough longevity? This matter cannot be ignored—"
After only pondering for a moment, he came to a decision: "That's it! If you kill me with this sword today, I will return it to you in the same way. If you can take it, you can be spared. Lest others say that I, Long Ying, use the big to bully the small, Unreasonable!"
The voice was gentle, but the people here were covered in cold sweat when they listened.
The pressure of the ultimate cultivator, which is close to the source of the world, gradually permeates this place and fills the boundary river.
Everyone here has difficulty breathing.
And that heavy light caused all the blood on his face to fade away.
Take the ultimate sword? He Chongguang doesn't have the magical swordsmanship that Long Ying had back then -
Hua Yun also had a pale face and his heart dropped to the bottom.
He opened his mouth to speak, but in the end no words came out. Knowing that at this moment, even if he asked for mercy, it would be useless.
Several of them were planning to kill the old man Longying.
Wouldn't it be ridiculous to want this person to show mercy to them at this time? It’s nothing more than a fool’s dream—
How can we tolerate light offenses in such a majestic state
But could he just watch Zhong Guang die like this? He wanted to stop him, but he saw Ao Kun's ice-cold gaze on the opposite side. Suddenly, my chest felt cold, and I held Long Xuan's small hand like ice jade in my palm. It used to be heart-warming, but now I just feel uneasy, frightened, and want to let go.
And in the next blink of an eye, Long Ying had already thrown out the withering sword with ease, waving the white silver light, penetrating the void like an invisible thing. Light and shadow scattered, rushing towards the heavy light.
That Chongguang's eyes narrowed and he roared. The whole person flew backwards like a slingshot. The void in front of him was twisted, and ten spiritual talismans were arranged in front of him.
The spiritual pattern on the talisman actually has a faint aura similar to that of Dragon Shadow, which is close to the source of the great avenue and the foundation of the universe.
It exploded violently, causing the plain white sword shadow to suffocate slightly. Then pieces of fairy weapons and spiritual objects were placed in front of him.
But they were all penetrated by the silver-white sword light, which was as powerful as breaking a bamboo.
Finally, there was a soft sound of 'ding', and the withered sword was finally stopped.
The sword body and the heavy shield that Chongguang finally blocked the sword were all shattered.
But everyone here didn't have time to relax. Then he saw that the withered sword also turned into a river of time and continued to rush forward.
But compared to before, the power of Chongguang Yushi's years was countless times stronger.
The heavy light in his eyes was ashen as death. He tried his best to resist it, but still only managed to disperse less than 10% of the gray energy.
Then the figure froze in the void again, looking at Long Ying with malicious and desperate eyes.
The green Taoist clothes suddenly shattered into pieces.
Wenxu glanced at it, then sighed softly and shook his head slightly.
Knowing this heavy light, at the moment it seems that he is unscathed, but his life span is completely destroyed.
At this time, the clothes were torn to pieces, and it was clear that he had entered the process of the five declines of heaven and man—
The so-called five signs of decline are filthy clothes, wilted flowers on the head, sweating under the armpits, stinky body, and unhappiness.
When a cultivator reaches the holy realm, his body will be spotless and his feathers will not fall off. Clothes become filthy because their strength has weakened and they can no longer protect the body.
This is within the boundary river, there is no dust, mud or dirt. However, because of the sword strike just now, the power of the void was turbulent, which caused heavy damage and damaged clothes.
Now, this person may only have half an hour to live—
Nearly two thousand years of life were cut off by Long Ying's sword.
The power of the ultimate realm is so great!
Huayun Longxuan and Xuanweizi were obviously aware of Chongguang's situation, and their faces suddenly changed and became as gloomy as water.
In the boundary river, it was still as quiet as ever.
However, after just a few breaths, Tailing Sect Qiuhua smiled again and said: "Qiuhua congratulates Holy Lord Longying on his longevity and immortality! Come on, I, Tailing Sect, and the Holy Lord's disciples, In fact, there is no deep hatred. Qiuhua thought about what happened today, and it was indeed a bit inappropriate. How about ending it here? When Qiuhua returns, I, the Tailing Sect, will definitely offer a big gift to congratulate the Holy Master on his advancement! "
After saying this, several people around him looked at him with strange expressions.
Especially Hua Yun Longxuan, his eyes were filled with rage as he stared at him.
This person is really shameless!
Qiu Yun didn't care. After finishing speaking, he looked at Long Ying's face again. Seeing that Long Ying showed no displeasure and no words, he felt relieved.
After giving another salute, Qiu Yun directly tore open the void barrier and stepped into it.
He didn't want to stay in this place for a moment longer.
As soon as this person left, the Yan Skull Demon also turned his eyes and did not dare to act pretentious in front of Long Ying. He also said with a solemn expression: "Yan Skull Demon has met the Holy Lord! His inappropriate words before have offended the Holy Lord. Please don't take offense. My Yuanshi Shenzong and the direct disciple of the Holy Lord do have some grievances. But if you think about it carefully, that matter The matter is not irreparable. Luo Ming and Mitra were provocative in the first place. It should be our sect’s fault. If the Yan Skull Demon can survive today, our Yuanshi Demon Sect will definitely try our best to compensate for the losses of Qiantian Mountain. . There are also generous gifts to congratulate the Holy Master on his great achievement!"
Long Ying smiled upon hearing this and waved his hand casually. He was too lazy to argue with such people.
The Yan Skull Demon immediately let out a sigh of relief, and without any hesitation, he ducked into a spiritual river. The light and shadow flickered, a little faster than the speed when Qiu Yun left.
Among the three gods present, only Feng Yunzi was left. This person was also decisive and bowed his head in the same way: "I wish you eternal life, holy lord! What happened today was because I didn't see things clearly and was deceived by others. If the saint You are willing to raise your noble hand so that I, Feng Yunzi, can return home safely. Then I, Dao Ling Sect, will be rewarded generously!"
Long Ying narrowed his eyes slightly this time, his eyes flashing sharply.
"According to your wishes, this is the end of it? The old man from your sect, Po Tian, died in the hands of my apprentice—"
Feng Yunzi's heart suddenly felt cold and he sighed secretly. How could he care about this at this time? Seeking death? (To be continued)RQ