Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 440: What a deity's sword!
Misty Lake, Listening to the Rain Tower.

Xie Renfeng leaned over the railing and looked into the distance, only to see the pig dragon at the bottom of the lake break out of the water, causing a huge wave. The battle between the two martial arts masters of the upper three realms, even though they were far apart, the majestic energy still shook him to the core, and he thought to himself that if he were in the middle of it, he would have no choice but to wait for the death.

A smile just appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it suddenly froze.

Suddenly, a red flame shot up into the sky from the pleasure boat. A glazed Buddha hand stretched out from the fire and slapped the pig dragon back to the bottom of the lake. The sea-watching strong man who was at the eighth level of martial arts missed his attack, and before he could change his moves, the red flame rose again.

The waves dissipated, and Xie Guan stood at the bow of the boat seemingly motionless, with his sword still unsheathed and his green shirt still on.

The boat headed straight for the center of the lake.

"Click—"

The sandalwood railing in Chen Mu's hand was broken into two pieces by him.

"The Hanging Oss is dead?"

Chen Mu's voice was no longer calm, but filled with incredible anger. "What kind of witchcraft is this!"

He could no longer maintain the leisure of watching a play.

You know, in the city of Bianjing, how precious is a spiritual cultivator who has ignited the divine fire?

Not to mention that these were retainers that the palace had spent a huge amount of resources to maintain for many years.

The person who was most shocked was Xie Renfeng. He originally thought that Xie Guan was only slightly better in martial arts, but he didn't expect that he had such skills that were far superior to his.

In a flash, a Divine Fire Monk was killed.

Liu Yuan's face was as gloomy as water. Although he had expected Xie Guan to have the strength of the upper third level of martial arts, he did not expect that the other party could kill a cultivator of the same level in the blink of an eye.

Monk Dukong frowned and said in a deep voice, "Diaotianweng underestimated his enemy. That red flame is weird, it is specifically used to defeat the Yin spirit. He doesn't practice martial arts and his body is weak. This pig dragon was hit by Xie Guan but was still safe and sound. The fire just now even burned his soul, otherwise he would not have been killed in one blow."

He looked at the lake with a serious look, "But the glass Buddha's hand is quite similar to my Buddhist skills, and is very similar to Master Lianchi's Shocking Waves Buddha's Hand."

Helan Zhenshu keenly noticed another point!
The sturdy man had clearly hit Xie Guan, but he disappeared like smoke, leaving only a piece of talisman paper floating down.

"What kind of soul technique is this?"

Liu Yuan narrowed his eyes, thinking: "It seems to be a Taoist lineage, but it is not the way of the Three True One Sect. It is really strange that it can use this method to avoid the real and attack the virtual."

Chen Mu's eyes were filled with anger, and his knuckles turned white. "This Xie Guan really deserves to die!"

However, everyone present was not indifferent. Even in the face of such a sudden change, they remained calm.

With twelve cultivators from the upper three realms gathered together, even a top master of the ninth realm of martial arts might not be able to escape unscathed.

The eunuch Xiao Yu, who was in charge of ceremonies behind him, had his pupils erected and said in a shrill voice: "What a great Xie Guan, at such a young age he has already reached the ninth level of the Yuanshen realm, the Ziwei Hengjie!"

Liu Yuan pushed the wheelchair forward slowly, his eyes as deep as a pool: "The thirteen-year-old Ziwei Hengjie is really scary!"

He paused, "Although my martial arts skills are a little inferior, I am only half a step away from condensing my true essence and entering the upper three realms. I am afraid that I can break through in just half a month."

Helan Zhenshu was shocked when he heard this. Although he had guessed it long ago, he was still shocked when Xiao Yu and Liu Yuan confirmed it.

Chen Mu gradually calmed down, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

At the age of thirteen, Ziwei Hengjie has reached the sixth level of martial arts, which is as soft as silk - such talent is hard to find even among the direct descendants of the nine major families in Bianjing.

He suddenly sneered, "I will use the life of the hanging man to exchange for a genius who may become a great master in the future."

“It’s not a loss.”

"I just wonder what Sixth Brother will think when he finds out?"

Helan Zhenshu has always been conceited, but at this moment he couldn't help but exclaimed: "He is really a monster!"

As the legitimate son of the Great Khan of Changshengtian, he had enjoyed the best cultivation resources since childhood. He only entered the realm of divine fire when he was thirty years old.

You must know that only after you have mastered the divine fire can you truly be considered one of the strong ones.

The deeper his practice, the more he understood the horror of the next realm.
The glory that those great masters of the world enjoy is unimaginable.

Just like a frog at the bottom of a well crawling out and seeing the sky.

"Why?" Xie Renfeng's face twisted, "He's a bastard!"

Suddenly he went crazy: "It's him! He must have stolen the talent of my Xie Family Compound!"

No one paid attention to the roar.

The battle situation on the lake changed suddenly!

Two speedboats came breaking through the waves, and the woman in the fur hat swung her golden whip like a snake's tongue.

The Drunken Monk suddenly grew in size, charging like a wild elephant.

The old man with white eyebrows waved his hand and the water turned into ice.

The blindfolded woman's piano strings vibrated, and invisible sharp blades burst out.

The pig dragon is causing trouble again.

There were also swordsmen walking on the water, with the cold light reflected on the water surface.

In an instant, murderous intent surged like a raging tide.

Eight or nine masters of the upper three realms attacked at the same time. The surging murderous intent condensed into substance, and the howling strong wind created huge waves on the lake.

Helan Zhenshu stood with his hands behind his back: "With such a battle, even Ziwei Hengjie can't escape death."

Xie Renfeng's face was grim, "Xie Guan, die!"

Liu Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank - he keenly noticed that countless thin sword energies were quietly gathering at the bottom of the lake.

Everyone was surprised to find that the young man on the lone boat had been standing with his sword in hand without them noticing.

Xiao Yu frowned and was about to speak.

suddenly!

The entire lake was shaking, and the bells on the eaves of the Listening to the Rain Pavilion were shaking.

A clear sword sound broke through the air, and the young man's clear voice rang out amid the murderous sounds in the sky.

Everyone can hear it clearly!
"If I insist on this lake water——"

Thousands of splashes of water exploded on the surface of the lake, and every drop reflected the cold sword light.

"——Thank you for watching the howl for me once!"

A sword light shot up into the sky.

The sword intent was so strong that it even made the water in the lake scare away!
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"What kind of sword is this?!"

Luo Susu opened her mouth slightly, as if something was blocking her throat, and her voice was so hoarse that it almost trembled.

Just now, when she saw all the masters in the lake attacking together, she had already clenched the hilt of her sword, ready to rescue them.

But in this split second——

She had been practicing sword since she was young, and suddenly she felt that the entire lake had turned into a sharp sword drawn from its sheath!

The cold sword energy pierced her skin and caused pain, but she saw that the young man had a sword in his hand without her knowing.

In her suddenly contracted pupils, time seemed to freeze - the mighty wind was dancing wildly on the surface of the lake!
The bright moonlight and the sparkling waves shine together!
The bright sunlight penetrates the deep lake bottom!
Vast clouds rise from the water!
It means deprivation of life and death and extinction.

The noble spirit of Confucianism.

And in the midst of all this, six completely different sword intents quietly intertwined at the bottom of the lake and finally merged into one.

The moment the young man's sword was completely unsheathed!
"Zheng——!"

A clear sword sound resounded through the sky, and Luo Susu looked at the lake with trembling all over.

She had never thought that the way of the sword could reach such a level!

The flying knife in Mei Qingsu's hand had already fallen to the ground without him noticing. He clenched his teeth tightly, and the sword energy from the lake cut several bloody marks on the back of his hand, but he was completely unaware.

The lake water roared into the sky!

Xue Huaian only heard the young man's wild and happy words.

"What if I want the lake to roar for me?"

He couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, as if he couldn't think of any adjective and was at a loss for words.

In a trance, he recalled the famous comment left by the old man of the Xue family after he witnessed the Second Master drawing his sword, and he murmured unconsciously.

"A book and a sword are my lifelong pursuit."

"I have been carrying the reputation of a madman for fifteen years."

Liu Zixuan and the other girl stood there in a daze, their eyes reflecting this shocking scene.

The lake water fell down with a loud crash, as if there was a rainstorm, stirring up waves on the lake surface.

Luo Susu looked over hurriedly——

The lake surface was dyed red with blood, and all the masters who had just taken action fell into the water like fallen leaves.

The pig dragon that was causing trouble was cut into two halves by a sword. Its corpse slowly floated to the surface of the lake. It turned out to be a huge crocodile with its bloody mouth wide open, but unable to close it.

The water is vast!
There was only a lonely boat, and the young man was still in his blue shirt, but his aura was much weaker.

Half of the strong man's body had been cut off, but he still held on to the edge of the boat tightly and refused to let go.

Blood continued to pour out of his seven orifices. He held on to his last breath and asked in a hoarse voice: "What kind of sword is this that can break the Buddha's Vajra Indestructible..."

On the lake, several martial arts masters, although almost at the end of their lives, surfaced as if they were having a last-ditch effort before death, and wanted to know whether they had died a worthy death.

All the soul cultivators who had just taken action had already died.

The body of the drunken monk was like a punctured leather bag, with his abdomen completely torn apart and his internal organs vaguely visible.

His eyes were still wide open staring at you, blood oozing from his mouth: "What is this... The sword monk died with his eyes open!"

In the distance, the woman wielding the golden whip was swimming desperately towards Tingyu Tower.

The blood from her broken arm dyed the lake red, and her face was covered in blood, but she was still struggling forward.

"Your Highness, save me!"

There was dead silence on the Tingyu Tower.

Everyone was still immersed in the residual power of the sword just now.

Xie Renfeng’s face was ashen, he was grabbing his head, his eyes were full of confusion.

The precious jade pendant in Chen Mu's hand was crushed into pieces.

“They are all dead!”

"All dead——"

Helan Zhenshu stared at the bodies of the people in the lake, as well as the corpse of a huge crocodile that floated up. The strong smell of blood made his breathing quicken.

The dripping lake water was like tears falling, creating countless tiny ripples on the lake surface.

When it hit the small boat in the lake.

The lake water is like a young man, not even a drop of rain has fallen on it.

Xiao Yu was somewhat suspicious and said, "This is the Second Master's...Nine Swords!"

Liu Yuan came back to his senses from the shock, gradually became firm, and said in a cold voice.

"No matter what sword it is, Xie Guan must die today."

"Today's revenge must be avenged!"

The eunuch in charge of ceremonies in the palace narrowed his eyes sinisterly: "This boy is too murderous. The sword strike just now must have consumed all of his cultivation in the Ziwei Hengjie. There is no way he can use this sword again in a short period of time."

His white fingers slowly tightened, "He has hidden his sword in the lake, waiting for this blow. Now——"

"Let's work together to kill him. We have lost so many people today. If King Yan continues to investigate... it will definitely lead to a conclusion. Let's kill Xie Guan first."

Xiao Yu no longer concealed his cultivation level. His aura was as deep as an abyss, and his blood and essence flowed inside him like a rushing river. A golden elixir of Hunyuan Qi emanated from his abdomen.

The ninth realm of martial arts is “Xuan Dan”.

"Prince Yuan, you can't hold back!"

"it is good!"

A cold light flashed in Liu Yuan's eyes, and he stood up from the wheelchair. He no longer concealed his cultivation in Ziwei Hengjie, and it was actually a cold demonic aura. His cultivation was deeper than Kongdu and Helan Zhenshu.

He secretly rejoiced in his heart - it was indeed a right decision to invite Xiao Yu from Prince Yan's Mansion today.

Jiujie Xuandan, the body is indestructible and the breath is endless.

Xie Guan, what else can you do this time?
Helan Zhenshu and Dukong were no longer hiding, their momentum suddenly increased, and it turned out that they were both powerful men in the upper three realms!
Four figures jumped down from the top of the pavilion and stood in mid-air on the water.

No words, no hesitation.

The murderous intention is here, four people attack at the same time!

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[You slowly close your eyes, the energy in your body is drained away like a dry pond. With this strike of the sword, the power of your soul is almost completely burned out, and there is no more energy left.]

[This is just the six swords combined into one!]

[The lake was silent, with corpses floating on the waves. The warriors who had not received a response still had their eyes wide open with unwillingness until they died, along with the woman who had escaped, whose eyes were wide open, forever sinking to the bottom of the dark lake.]

【Only one person is still alive. 】

[A woman in a Taoist robe, covered in blood, clutching her chest tightly, sealed her acupuncture points, but was dying.]

[She is a female nun in the Prince's Mansion of the Great Sui Dynasty, and Liu Yuan's personal protector. She was the last one to take action.]

[She gasps and looks up, "Why don't you kill me?"]

[The boat paddled forward through the water and passed her.]

[You slowly opened your eyes and said calmly, "For the sake of the Three True Grandmaster Lu Chen, I will spare your life."]

[The nun was stunned, "Grandmaster Lu Chen..."]

[This Sanzhen Yimen is a name that is comparable to that of immortals and gods. ]

(End of this chapter)