On the island that was torn apart by the sword light, countless people looked up at the sky.
Di Que's voice kept echoing in the air.
"This sword... is called Qianqiu."
The dark world has seen no changes in the past decades, no eternity, no great catastrophe.
But everyone in the Jiang family knew what this knife meant.
Jiang Tongye, the clan leader of the Jiang family, stood near the collapsed pavilion.
The surrounding woods had been completely chopped up by swords.
The gloomy skylight fell, and Di Que's figure continued to soar into the sky, getting higher and higher.
He flew out of the bottom of the lake, seeming to merge with the gloomy sky.
The separated Canglan Lake rumbled down, and large water waves continued to collide and surge.
Li Tianlan stood on the lake, looking at the rising Emperor Que and the raised blade.
Jiang Tongye knelt down near the pavilion and kowtowed heavily.
Somewhere further back, Jiang Tonghui, who was responsible for protecting important members of the family, also knelt down.
All the important people of the Jiang family knelt down one by one, and they knelt together.
On the island, in every corner, Jiang's guards also knelt down.
Only Jiang Tongye's voice sounded after the emperor was absent. It was deep and powerful, and with extremely depressing power, it pierced the sky: "Farewell to my ancestor."
... ...
Everyone on the island heard Jiang Tongye's voice.
Within the Jiang family, some young people were crying uncontrollably.
The old man who has protected the Jiang family for more than half a century even though his surname is not Jiang. The old man who has no blood from the Jiang family but makes everyone willing to call him ancestor. The old man who has been sitting in the pavilion all day long and lonely for half his life. The old man, the old man who never interfered in the Jiang family's internal affairs, had no airs with anyone, and smiled very kindly all day long.
That heavenly sword that is famous in the dark world.
Finally I have to leave.
Behind the Jiang family, Xia Zhi raised his head slightly and remained silent.
Huangfu Qiushui stood beside him, holding her hand, and said cautiously: "Teacher, is the old man going to die?"
"There was no need to die, but the old man's body couldn't support it anymore."
Xia Zhi touched Huangfu Qiushui's head, with a hint of endearment in his voice.
"Similar to the three unique swords among the twenty-four swords of the Li Family, there are also unique swords among the swords, or they can be said to be heavenly swords."
Xia Zhi smiled: "Eternity, Qianqiu, and Catastrophe. For hundreds of years, these three styles have been the ultimate sword among swords. The gravity of eternity can be said to be the most powerful, while the gravity of Catastrophe is the most domineering, and Qianqiu is the most balanced. It is a combination of strength and speed. Each of these three swords is a true heavenly sword."
The corner of Huangfu Qiushui's mouth moved and he whispered: "I have read the manuals of these three swords."
"yes."
Xia Zhi said softly: "The Three Unique Swords are originally Wang's swords, but they truly flourished in Jiang's hands."
Everyone knows that the Beihai Wang family had a real genius hundreds of years ago.
In other words, it was the true genius who founded the Beihai Wang Family.
But hundreds of years have passed, but few people know that the genius back then had a younger brother.
Just like the relationship between Wang Tianzong and Wang Xiaoyao.
Biological brother.
But the ancestor's brother used a knife.
Eternal, eternal, great calamity.
The Three Unique Swords can be said to be his life's work. At that time, he had always been hidden in the unparalleled light of Tianjiao. It was an era when the ancestors of the Beihai Wang family and the ancestors of the Lin family represented the true peak combat power. All his talents and talents were Hidden under the light of those two people.
Until he took on an apprentice.
The sword belonging to Beihai gradually emitted a light that could not be ignored.
And his apprentice is the ancestor of the current Jiang family.
Xia Zhi's eyes were a little dazed.
At this moment, when she looked at the light of swords in the sky, what she thought of was the swords and knives of the Beihai Wang family hundreds of years ago.
That heavenly sword is always hidden under the edge of the sword, willingly and without regrets.
And this era...
The Wang family in Beihai also has talent.
The Wang family in Beihai also has two brothers.
The same goes for swords and knives.
But this was not hundreds of years ago after all.
Now that the sword has broken through the invincible realm, it seems that it is unwilling to be covered up and is trying its best to seize the sword's charm.
She suddenly felt sad as she thought about the cracks that were gradually expanding inside the North Sea.
Huangfu Qiushui was also very sad.
In the brilliance that gradually became dazzling and finally became dazzling, she saw the final glory of the warrior, but more importantly, she felt lonely.
Every sword of Beihai Wang's family has the momentum of going forward and never looking back. Any one of the three unique swords is almost burning his own life and potential. Emperor Que at his peak might be able to be injured without dying with one sword, but he is nearly a hundred years old. At such an advanced age, he would probably be shattered to pieces with a single blow.
She was a little sad, but also had some unspeakable worries.
So she hesitated for a long time, then bit the corner of her red lips and whispered: "Teacher... he... Li Tianlan... will he die?"
Xia Zhi glanced at her.
There was something meaningful about her eyes.
Huangfu Qiu Shui's face turned red and he pretended to look at the sky seriously.
But the teacher's words fell clearly on her ears, making her face turn pale.
"If the Thirteenth Floor Building was complete, he would not have died."
She said slowly: "But in this situation, unless the old man shows mercy, considering his current combat power, I don't see the possibility of him surviving."
Her voice paused: "Maybe I can barely survive, but my foundation is destined to be destroyed, and I will have no hope of being a genius for the rest of my life."
She laughed, and her smile was extremely complicated: "Rebuild it. This is Li's destiny. The old man will have a genius in his life... Li Tianlan cannot feel aggrieved."
"But...but I think he can survive. His swordsmanship is perfect."
Huangfu Qiushui whispered.
"wrong."
Xia Zhi said calmly: "The only thing he is perfect about is his sword intention. But swordsmanship... His realm is so high, how can he be perfect?"
She looked up at the sky and said nothing.
Regardless, this is the best outcome.
Whether Li Tianlan falls or is completely destroyed, it is a good thing.
And the emperor is missing.
The loyal and fearless Jiang did not lose any face.
Di Que is destined to fall.
But he was not defeated by Li Tianlan.
With this sword move, he just lost to time and time.
That's all.
She looked at Li Tianlan's figure with some regret.
... ...
Di Que was also looking at Li Tianlan.
His eyes were also filled with regret.
The light of the sword wrapped around his body bit by bit, and the sound was not as violent as that of others. Instead, it was extremely faint, erratic, and unpredictable.
"I can't hold back this knife."
The blades implanted in his arms trembled slightly, and his pale face seemed to turn rosy in a flash of light.
An almost violent aura kept rising on him, seemingly endless.
Di Que looked at Li Tianlan: "Your Highness, you still have time to retreat now."
"I can't retreat."
Li Tianlan looked at Di Que and was silent for a long time before speaking calmly.
His body slowly moved forward.
Just one step.
Countless blood spurted out directly from his body.
Li Tianlan's face became paler and his brows furrowed tightly.
At this moment, there is no sword light between heaven and earth.
But the entire world has turned into an extremely sharp blade.
The edge of the blade enveloped every vital part of Li Tianlan's body, and he could not attack or even move.
He stood on the edge of heaven and earth, and the only thing he could do was to wait head-on for Di Que's sword light to fall.
Li Tianlan became increasingly silent.
He stood on the lake and looked at Di Que's knife.
This was a sword strike that Di Que cost with his life. Li Tianlan had no doubt that the power of this sword burst out in an instant could definitely bring Emperor Que back to his true peak, and even surpass his peak state.
Can it be blocked
Li Tianlan didn't know.
He had an extremely reluctant answer in his heart, reluctant and extremely vague.
He doesn't yet know the final outcome of that answer.
But he knew very well that as he stood on the land of Beihai, there would be no retreat every minute and every second.
Either move forward.
Or die!
Among the silently rotating blades of heaven and earth, Li Tianlan raised the Xuanyuan Sword little by little.
Countless blood bloomed as his arm was raised.
But his eyes were extremely calm, even lifeless.
Di Que was a little moved, but didn't speak.
The edge of the Xuanyuan Sword was pointed at Di Que from a distance. The huge heartbeat sounded slowly as he remembered, and Li Tianlan's voice was calm: "Please."
Di Que sighed slightly and looked at the world in all directions.
That was the Canglan River and Canglan Lake that he had watched for most of his life.
The vast North Sea is turbulent.
He took one last look, filled with great love and attachment.
He crossed his swords and without any hesitation, he slashed down directly from a distance of thousands of meters.
The world went silent for a moment.
Howling wind, messy water, and rushing water.
All sounds completely disappeared.
In the completely silent real world, there was only the blooming sword light leaping over with an extremely dazzling arc of light.
That flickering arc tore the world apart, locking onto Li Tianlan with the strongest power and fastest speed.
spinning.
Flying.
is shrinking.
The thousands of meters long sword light shrank countless times in an instant.
This sword is otherworldly.
This sword has never brought any damage to heaven and earth.
All the power and all the murderous intent were concentrated on Li Tianlan, without any waste.
Li Tianlan finally saw the real Qianqiu.
A true heavenly sword.
The sword light that seemed to transcend everything was constantly spinning, with a clear smell of death.
The Thirteenth Floor without two swords could not block this sword.
He couldn't block the sword either.
Death is close at hand.
Li Tianlan's mind went blank.
In an instant, he seemed to have forgotten everything.
He forgot about the camp where he had lived since he was a child.
I forgot the twenty-four swords I had practiced since childhood.
Forgot the invincible chapter.
Forgot the shadow word formula.
Forgot the Imperial Sword Wang Xiaoyao traded to him.
He also forgot about the notebook that the Master of Samsara Palace gave him when he was in Eastern Europe, recording all the martial arts experiences of Tianjiao.
He gave up on the Thirteenth Floor.
The eleven swords quickly overlapped in his hands and turned into Xuanyuan Feng.
The moment Xuanyuan Feng took shape, he was crushed by the invisible pressure emitted by the sword light.
Eleven swords were flying around Li Tianlan in a messy manner, not even forming a sword formation.
The sword light approached Li Tianlan with unparalleled speed.
A blur of white appeared in front of Li Tianlan's eyes.
It was a cold and dead place.
There is only ice and snow all over the mountains and plains.
He was thinking of the three years he spent walking thousands of miles.
Every exploration, every thought, every success, every thought in his three years.
A long road.
The step-by-step traces kept replaying in his mind.
The sword light rushed across a distance of more than a thousand meters and got close to Li Tianlan, with a sinister smile of death.
Li Tianlan reached out his hand casually.
The sword's intention was so powerful that it soared into the sky in an instant.
Countless sword lights burst out hysterically in an incredible way in an instant.
Cutting the sky style.
Destruction style.
Split air type.
Breaking sea style.
This is his own way of swordsmanship.
There are layers of sword energy.
The light of his sword kept changing, like reincarnation.
The sword light of Sword Twenty-Four keeps flying.
The power belonging to the Immortal Seal surged out in the sword light.
The sky is endless.
In an instant, Li Tianlan's entire body transformed into a swordsman.
All-encompassing kendo.
Countless rays of light took shape in the moment of endless explosion in the sky.
That is the sword light of Shushan.
Nirvana sword intention, phantom sword intention, Taixu sword intention, Yin Yang sword intention.
That was Yaochi's sword light.
Flying immortals outside the sky, unparalleled in all ways, cut off the white rainbow from the sky.
That is the domain of the City of Sighs.
It is useless.
It is the Nine Netherworld of Kunlun City.
It is the imperial sword of the Beihai Wang family.
It is Hayate Mitsurugi from the Hayate Mitsurugi style.
Countless sword lights.
It's everything.
It is also the simplest sword.
Dozens and hundreds of sword intents gathered together in an extremely messy manner.
Li Tianlan himself didn't know what kind of sword it was.
But this is his strongest move.
It is what he has learned all his life.
It's all his.
The light of Di Que's sword was subtle and light.
But everything around Li Tianlan was filled with light.
Colorful, there is day and night.
Day and night alternate.
Li Tianlan grasped the hilt of Xuanyuan Feng's sword.
It's like some kind of reincarnation, but also like some kind of continuation.
Suddenly, the eleven swords surrounding Li Tianlan burst into brilliant light.
Jinghong, Bicolor, Silver Moon, Broken Heart, Donghuang, Shadow, Judgment, Twilight, End of the World, Void.
Ten delicate small swords vibrated at the same time.
Li Tianlan Xuanyuan Sword.
He seemed to want to thrust forward.
But an unknown feeling made him loosen his grip.
In the silent world where day and night alternate, Li Tianlan appears one after another.
Every Li Tianlan is perfectly integrated with a small sword.
Li Tianlan stood there in person and released his palms.
Ten swords.
Ten shadows.
Xuanyuan Sword.
Everything flew directly out of Li Tianlan's hands.
The gloomy sky suddenly ushered in eternal night.
The night is long.
Xuanyuan Sword continued to reorganize with everything and became Xuanyuan Feng.
Xuanyuan Feng cut through the sky like a shooting star.
At the very back of the island, Xia Zhi's body was shaken violently. She looked at the sword light with eyes full of disbelief.
This may be a scene that countless people in the dark world are very familiar with.
The meteor-like sword shines with sword light.
Like a moment.
Like eternity.
Like a dream.
Reincarnation in an instant.
The light of the knife, which was enough to tear apart, instantly shattered in front of Xuanyuan Feng.
The moment the sword light shattered, Xuanyuan Feng's huge sword had already leaped over a thousand meters and pierced Di Que's chest in an instant!
Blood spilled down crazily.
Everything goes too fast.
It's as fast as an illusion.
Di Que lowered his head, looked at the sword blade inserted in his chest, and opened his eyes wide.
Li Tianlan appeared next to Di Que and held the hilt of the sword.
There was no joy of victory on his face.
There is no peace either.
At this moment, Li Tianlan's eyes and face were filled with confusion.
"This... this is..."
Di Que's voice was extremely difficult.
Li Tianlan laughed.
His smile was a little crazy, a little self-deprecating, a little inexplicable and confused.
Facing that one style Qianqiu.
He gave up on the Thirteenth Floor.
Gave up everything.
He used his own kendo.
Based on his own swordsmanship, he simulated countless known sword intentions.
At that moment, Li Tianlan didn't think about anything. He just wanted to draw his sword, his own sword, the most powerful sword. He didn't think about the next sword.
He himself didn't know what this sword would look like.
But now, the answer is crystal clear.
This sword penetrated Di Que's chest directly.
An extremely unfamiliar sword, yet extremely familiar.
Li Tianlan's eyes were extremely bitter.
He didn't expect that his full-strength sword would be like this.
Not long ago, such a sword flew over Mormans, like an eternal light, piercing the sword emperor's chest.
It's this sword.
The exact same sword.
This was Li Tianlan's full burst.
It's his own sword.
This is...
Thirteenth floor.