When first entering the rivers and lakes, the master always warned young people to be more cautious, because the word rivers and lakes is a deep water that eats people without spitting out their bones. No matter how many people come and go, they still go in, and the water is not worth a single one, but you And never know, what kind of strength and what kind of hole cards are hidden by others.
Just like the Xueli Dao, which has clearly faded from the eyes of the world, its strength far exceeds their expectations for so long.
How could there be such a knife technique in the world? How could anyone wield such a knife
When the man in the bamboo hat fell heavily to the ground, he still couldn't stop thinking about this question.
His pupils seem to still have the shocking knife that was just a moment ago, the light and shadow are like illusions, and the ultimate beauty.
Just now, a man wearing a black cloak who claimed to be very old stood up and turned around in mid-air. The black cloak spread out like a crow's feathers, and the gold embroidery on the edge was like a raging fire burning in the night. With fingers of Ye Yi's left hand together, he slashed across the back of the knife from top to bottom, while his right hand held the handle tightly.
The gate of Jiuyou opened in mid-air, trying to devour all living creatures, but Ye Yi did not retreat but advanced, holding a knife and volleying forward. He jumped high, and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing a pale full moon. Ye Yi's figure was reflected in the shadow of the moon. He let go of his left hand and swung the knife in his right hand in a graceful arc.
An arc like a crescent moon, graceful as a dance, and incredibly beautiful.
That was the most beautiful sword light he had ever seen in his life, and it was also the most dangerous sword light, the one that cut everything. After the light of the knife fell, everything was shocking beyond imagination. The Gate of Nine Serenity summoned with the skeleton of a thousand people was cut in half from top to bottom, and the bones collapsed like a waterfall, one by one, falling all over the sky.
Huayi walks at night, draws a knife in the snow, like a flower in the dark.
This is the most dazzling figure ever, even if he hides his fame and fades out of people's sight, when he draws out his sword and slashes, he is still as terrifying as if he could kill all gods and demons in the world.
The black-robed elder sitting on the roof sighed softly.
When Jiuyoumen was cut in half, the man spat out a mouthful, his pulse was broken, and he knelt heavily on the ground.
He pressed the ground and barely raised his head.
Ye Yi, who was wearing a black cloak, stood with his sword in his hands, still clasping his hands in the black cloak. He stood on the archway at the end of the long stone steps of the Jiuxuan branch, and the word "Jiuxuan" on the Xuanwu stone tablet above his head was powerful and unparalleled.
This is the Jiuxuanmen, the Jiuxuanmen of the Eight Immortal Sects!
The man in the bamboo hat suddenly laughed hoarsely: "Jiuxuanmen! Jiuxuanmen, the number one immortal sect! Is this your answer?!"
——The place where Ye Yi stood was still the same position from the beginning.
"This is Jiu Xuan."
The man in the bamboo hat spoke endlessly, but Ye Yi understood what he meant. He looked calm and said lightly.
Whether it is the eight sects of the Immortal Gate or the scorching sun when they will die, Jiuxuan is always the unparalleled Jiuxuan in the world. No matter what it is for, the power of the dynasty, the starving people who died in vain...it doesn't matter. As long as it is the one who dares to invade the Nine Profound Gate...
Then die.
Yanmen County recovered from the weird silence just now, and the sound spread coldly, with occasional startled dogs barking, people who fell asleep began to turn over, and the wind moved through the streets and alleys again, bringing A chill came from nowhere and hit the stone steps outside the Jiuxuan Gate.
It's so cold.
As the man thought about it, he let go of the hand holding the box little by little, and his body slid down slowly. The stone steps were stained red with blood, and the thousands of scattered bones were cold.
Holding the knife, Ye Yi looked at the scattered bones and the unidentified night traveler, and found a smile on his face. It's just that the smile turned a little hideous because his face was bloody.
"Is your net worth enough to build stone steps?"
Night Walker was about to die, but Ye Yi didn't ask where it came from or what purpose it was.
There is no need to ask this kind of question to this kind of person who came from thousands of miles away incognito. They embraced the same ambition and mission as the Eighteen Clans who overthrew the ancient emperor, and they were full of enthusiasm, and they were already ready to die in other places. This is a dead man, a person who doesn't even care about his life, and the most strict-mouthed person in the world.
"Lucky enough to have a fortune."
The man in the bamboo hat spoke fairly steadily, but both he and Ye Yi knew that he was going to die soon. But as if he had completed some mission, he smiled and his voice gradually lowered.
Ye Yi frowned.
He glanced at the scattered bones, the other party's actions clearly failed, but why did he look like he had fulfilled his responsibility and died without regret
"Days are lost, where can the thick soil be hidden? Pale water, comfort my myriad lands."
The man looked up at the pale cold moon in the sky, and read the opening chapter of "Taiyilu", his voice was like a night owl flying across the sky, hoarse, like a death knell.
"Tai Yi Lu?"
Ye Yi frowned and asked.
The man didn't answer. His pupils dilated, reflecting the shadow of the pale full moon, with a smile of "the mission is over, even death is enough" on his face.
he died.
In the opened box, there are still some top-quality spirit stones, these should be his net worth, not many. But as the man said, it was enough to repair the damaged stone steps.
Ye Yi looked at the dead Night Walker expressionlessly.
He waved the sleeves of his robe, and the wind blew past, closing the man's eyes.
Anyone who is alive will eventually die, and once dead, no matter if it is a desolate beast or an ancient emperor, whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person, they will all turn into bones.
Therefore, people are afraid of death, and immortality and immortality stem from this instinctive fear.
But sometimes, knowing that you must die, you still have to do something.
When the man died, in the space of the Difen War.
Shen Changge closed his fan, gasped slightly and stood on the bottom floor. The eight bronze statues were broken into pieces and scattered on the ground. He turned his hand with pain in his wrist, calmed down his turbulent qi, turned around and walked towards the prison gate, the relief of the battle of God Fen on the black iron prison gate flickered on and off.
He walked up, knelt down, took out a stone box from the ring, and placed it respectfully on the black iron gate.
"My ancestors bless me."
He said softly, putting his hand on the prison door.
Just when he put his hand on it and was about to activate his true energy, Shen Changge's movements suddenly stopped. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, still half kneeling on the ground, with his head slightly lowered, the expression on his face was concealed by the darkness.
"come out."
He didn't get up. Cold and authentic.
There was no movement in the darkness, a dead silence. Shen Changge seemed to be talking to himself. But he didn't let his guard down. The folding fan slowly slid out and was held in the palm.
So in the darkness, a mocking laugh suddenly sounded.