On the banks of the quiet water, the six lords kill the game, know the fate of the white hair, and then raise the sword, the world is invincible.
Zhu Xian and Xian Xian came out together, blessed by thousands of miles of earth, and slashed the real world with one sword, dyeing the night sky with bright red.
The five statues were shocked, and before they could react, the sword light came again, and the moment one lost his mind, his arm was severely injured.
"Don't be careless"
Ancestor Hongluan gave a condensed drink and reminded.
The other four immediately sank their hearts, recovered from the shock, and concentrated on fighting.
In the battle situation, the figure with white hair in plain clothes, wielding, slashing, stabbing, dragging with two swords, one move and one move, without any sloppiness, from beginning to end, his expression is calm, and he can't see any emotional changes, like a fighting machine. , calmly terrifying.
For a hundred years, countless life and death battles have created today's Zhiming, absolutely calm, and absolutely ruthless.
Zhu Xian slashed and slashed, his sharpness was unparalleled, and the trapping immortals fell, like a sky falling.
When the sword light arrived, the first ancestor of Hongluan took the move, and with a loud shock, his figure slipped several feet away.
"Swordsmanship, Three Lights Together"
Suyi's figure moved again, her white hair was flying, and her body was three-pointed. The sword was extremely intentional.
The three sword lights that came out were dazzling and dazzling. The sword light passed, and the void was three-pointed. The entire night sky was illuminated by this amazing sword light, just like the day.
Sword for a hundred years, the only one in the world.
The three received swords, the terrifying sword light pierced through the body, and the blood flowers were brilliant and scattered all over the sky.
"Uh"
Qi Qi's muffled humming sounded, and the three statues took a dozen steps back, their bodies dyed red.
The three swords retreated the three venerables, not far away, another venerable man had already reached the palm of his hand.
The blood dripped and dripped silently, and Ning Chen's body-protecting sword intent blocked most of the palm force and protected the vital points of his body.
The battle was fierce, the injuries were exchanged, and the five statues looked very heavy. Although they had expected that the battle would be difficult, no one had thought that it would be so difficult.
One death and four serious injuries, the price was unacceptable for the ninth son of Momen to be injured. Such a situation was unexpected.
In the center of the battle, Su Yi stood quietly, with white hair dancing lightly, the same face as a hundred years ago, but with more wind and frost.
"Six Paths Falling Together"
After a moment of stillness, in the center of the battle, the Zhuxian in Ning Chen's hands crossed, the sky filled with evil spirits, and the trapped immortals let go and circled around the body, and the red light shone across the sea.
"Thousands of Demons"
As soon as he took a step, he entered the Nine Heavens, the sword light rushed into the sky, and the terrifying power suddenly rose.
"Stop him!"
Ancestor Hongluan's expression changed, this move is the move to open the ancient battlefield, and it must not be used smoothly.
The other four also heard about it, and their silhouettes swept out quickly, straight into the sky, blocking the former's move.
Nine days above, Ning Chen looked at the five who were bullying him, and a sneer curved the corner of his mouth. It seems that the sword from the ancient battlefield left a deep impression on the world.
"Nirvana"
Suddenly, the power of the Sword Intent in the sky turned, and the movement ended in an instant. Countless sword lights criss-crossed each other, magnificent and unparalleled.
The sword of nirvana, like rain falling, fell one after another into the sky, endlessly, opening the sky and cracking the earth.
The color of the five statues changed, and it was too late to fight back.
"boom"
A splash of blood splattered all over the sky, five figures smashed to the ground, sword energy boundless sand and dust.
Ning Chen's figure slowly descended, looking at the five severely injured statues, without saying a word, he walked forward step by step.
One after another, the Venerable Realm stood up, and before he could react, Su Yi swept past, killing the immortals, blood splashed in the tranquil water.
The four heads flew up, and in front of the first ancestor of Hongluan, a beautiful shadow appeared, blocking the sword of death with his body.
An inch before his throat, Zhu Xian stopped, Ning Chen looked at the woman in front of him, his calm eyes did not see the slightest wave.
Just a short distance away, in the eyes of Queen Hongluan, the white-haired figure in front of her was reflected, so familiar, so unfamiliar.
I don't know why, the tears fell drop by drop, which is hatred and heartache.
He is stronger than before, even the first ancestor was defeated by him, but his life will come to an end.
Looking at the tears falling from the woman's eyes, Ning Chen put down the sword in his hand and calmly said, "Let's go before I change my mind."
Princess Hongluan suppressed the sadness in her heart, helped the first ancestor who was severely injured behind her, and turned to leave.
Above the void, twelve half-step real powerhouses put away the golden chains and left together.
The enemy left, and on the river bank, blood dripped silently from the corner of Ning Chen's mouth, dyeing the plain clothes in front of him red.
Finally, it's all over.
Zhu Xian and Xian Xian inserted into the earth, the blood on the sword gradually dried up in the wind, a hundred years, a long hundred years, tired of walking and tired of killing.
If there is an afterlife, be willing to be ordinary.
In the forbidden time, the divine tree swayed, and the blue fruit gradually revealed golden light, and it was getting closer and closer to maturity.
For the next three years, the figure on the river bank, without moving a step, stood silently under the tree, waiting for the fruit of the divine tree to ripen.
In a hundred years, the golden age has officially arrived, and the arrogance of heaven has emerged in an endless stream, and there are constantly arrogant people entering the real world, and even the real world.
In Xiaoyue Restaurant, the owner of Xiaoyue, who has not been out for nearly a hundred years, has calmed down day by day, gradually becoming completely introverted, but his true cultivation has become more and more terrifying and unfathomable.
On Shenji Peak, Shenji climbed to the top of the peak all day long, watching the changes in the general situation of the world, but also did not leave half a step.
In the Hongluan Star Territory, in the endless white fog, the galaxy is splendid, and within the galaxy, a huge black vortex scrolls. A hundred years ago, the place where the Queen Mother of the West was buried with the help of Wang Hairpin's last strength, the terrifying aura became clearer, making people shudder.
Suddenly, in the depths of the star field, the fairy voice was vague, and the three dragon corpses tried to pull the fairy sedan chair, and quickly went away, not knowing where it came from, not knowing where it was going.
In the major star regions, the treasures of the gods are constantly being born, the relics of the ancient times are gradually manifesting in the human world, and battles are frequent.
When the world is chaotic, the tranquil riverside is still heart-stopping, except for the sound of the cold wind, no movement can be heard.
After the last battle, no one came to the riverside of the Mishui River. Two immortal swords in hand, with the blessing of thousands of miles of earth energy, completely turned the Mishui River into a forbidden area, and the world was silent.
A hundred years later, Zhiming Shouyuan has come to an end, and his extremely tired eyes looked at the divine tree in front of him, struggling to support his body that was about to collapse, waiting for the fruit to ripen.
Outside the quiet water river, spring has come again, and when everything is recovering, under the tree, Zhiming's eyes suddenly brighten.
But seeing above the divine tree, the last tinge of cyan faded from the undead peach, the golden light was transpiring, the red light was shining, a powerful burst of vitality that shook the world, and the two major divine bans around it dissipated in an instant.
The peach matures, the breath of life spreads, the dead silent river is purified in an instant, the dead trees are in spring, the lake water fades from the vermilion and returns to its original state.
The thing that defied the sky and changed the fate, the treasure that defied the chaos of life and death appeared, the nine days felt it, the thunder was densely covered, the low-pitched roar, the wrath of the sky, thundered down.
"Get out!" Under the tree, the silent anger of countless days and nights shouted, and with a sword, the sky opened thousands of miles.