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The young man with red hair and swords on his back was a sword that was burned by the willows.

Liu Shaotian, who had lost his soul and had become a sword puppet, turned into a comet-like flame on the way up the mountain, and flew past. The long flame destroyed the green and spring on both sides of the mountain road, leaving a piece of devastated wound!

Liu Shaotian turned into a comet and rushed over the array eye at the top of Jiutian Peak. The originally calm array eye suddenly burst into terrifying ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the spark exploded!

With red hair on his back, a slender figure walked out from the endless fire and the ripples of the sword formation.

That's Willow Burning the Sky!

Compared to Luo Changfeng, who defeated the second Mulang Xiejun of Dixuan, Liu Shaotian, the top spot in Dixuan list!

The disciples of Jiange who were once as famous as Huangfu Yi of the academy have a cultivator of the soul that is not inferior to Li Luo's photogenic cultivation, and their attainments in the sword path are even above Li Luo. If it weren't for entering the academy alone, Liu Shaotian's current name

It is definitely not under Di Wulei, Lian Chengjue and others.

Of course, this does not mean that Liu Shaotian, whose soul has left the body, is not strong enough.

In fact, although the sword puppet that has been following the Stargazing Old Man for a long time has no soul, its strength is still far above that of the past.

Because he has no pain, no disaster, no ruthlessness, no thoughts.

His strength will not linger between peaks and troughs as his mood fluctuates. As long as he is not destroyed, he will always be at the peak!

Liu Shaotian, who was at its peak, was flashing with fiery red sword light.

His eyes were filled with a dull look, staring ahead like ashes. No one knew whether there was a shadow of Zhou Tong in his eyes. In short, Zhou Tong was standing there, standing in front of him.

Zhou Tong, the Iron Sword Order of the Four Gates and Three Halls of Jiange, once cut off Li Luo's arm with one sword and killed the old student Situ of the academy, was the Tianchi Sword Master who was guarding the end of this mountaineering road.

Zhou Tong held the iron sword in his hand.

The iron sword is very ordinary, but also extraordinary.

It is no different from the iron sword that Li Xingyun bought for two or three cents.

And its extraordinaryness is that Zhou Tong, who is at the top of the Nine Heavens Peak, gathers the sword art formation at the top of the peak, and endless sword intent flows from all directions and pours on the iron sword.

Zhou Tong's whole person looks like a son of god.

His eyes narrowed slightly, obviously he didn't expect that the person who came was a fellow disciple of Jiange: "It was you, Liu Shaotian?"

Liu Shaotian has nothing to say.

He was originally a puppet.

The puppet will not answer any words Zhou Tong has.

The only response is to draw the sword.

The sword willow burns the sky and creates a sword, the sword is like sparks, and it burns the prairie in an instant...

The brothers in Zhaixing Pavilion who had been entangled with grudges for thousands of years sat down from afar.

The star picker with silver hair and handsome face waved his sleeves, and saw that the open area of ​​the tower ceiling was blown by a strange wind to make the clouds scattered.

The clear and vast sky instantly dimmed, and countless stars were revealed. The stars were connected to each other, and nineteen staggered lines were connected in the night sky.

It was a galaxy chessboard!

Zhaixing Ke Jian En stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "The visitor is the guest, my junior brother will take the first step."

Jian Han is not pretentious, just like the daily life of the two brothers in Kunlun Mountain countless years ago.

They used to play games often, and each had their own winning or losing.

Jian Han held the black, reached out to pinch a star in the starry sky, and landed on the galaxy chessboard. A star light spot suddenly lit up on the nineteen galaxy chessboards: "Master, stay before his death

Four ancient swords hung above the sky. Three thousand years ago, four ancient swords fell into the Tianchi with the stars."

The head of Jiange, Zhaixingke Jian Enzhibai, followed, and the second star lit up in the starry sky: "Chixiao, Tianlan, Zhanlu and Moye. Speaking of which, we brothers have never seen the four with our own eyes.

The power of the ancient sword.”

Jian Han lit up the third star and said, "But I never doubt the words of Master, nor the power of the four ancient swords. Master said that the four swords combined into one can kill the gods, then

It can kill all the gods!”

Jian En looked at him with a smile: "The sword that can kill the gods all over the sky can naturally kill the saint!"

Jian Han couldn't resist and said, "We are all saints, so we are all waiting."

Jian Enluozi said, "My junior brother is calm. It seems that the four ancient swords are determined to achieve them."

Jian Han said: "Senior brother is so leisurely playing chess at Xinghe, aren't he waiting for the result?"

Jian En said: "Waiting is always tormenting."

Jian Han smiled: "I have been waiting for thousands of years and am willing to spend another game of chess for it."

Jian En said: "Just look at it, the junior brother's candidate is more familiar with the disciples of Jiange!"

...

In the vast sky above the Zhaixing Loft, there are more and more steps on the galaxy chessboard, and more and more stars appearing in the sky.

The starry sky tonight is extremely beautiful.

Because this is a unique night in the past thousand years.

It shouldn't be the dark night.

The unknown people of the world looked up at the vast galaxy that turned from daylight to night sky with countless eyes.

For them, this is a strange phenomenon that is unknown to the good and the bad.

Countless people in the world began to kneel down to the strange galaxy, praying sincerely that disaster would not come. Although this behavior seemed almost stupid to the eyes of those great practitioners who controlled the fate of the world.

Unlike many ignorant ordinary people, those few big figures who look at the world have their own interpretations of this galaxy chessboard.

After the indelible galaxy appeared in the night sky a year ago, they expected that there would be such a day. Sooner or later, but ultimately they were unavoidable.

Because this is the fate of Kunlun Jiange.

And this chess game determines the fate of Jiange in the next thousands of years or even countless years from today.

A destruction or a brilliant heading!

Under the chessboard of the starry sky tonight, the old man Tianji is looking at the night sky from afar.

The Emperor's leader was looking into the night sky from afar.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect is looking at the night sky from afar.

The statue of the God of Tiandong is looking into the night sky from afar.

The demon emperor of the demon clan is looking at the night sky from afar.

In the quiet forest behind a remote town in Xingyun Prefecture, the old man in the thatched hut is also looking at the night sky.

There are two saints playing chess under the night sky!

...

Whether it is day or night, the grand event of cooking green plums, washing flowers and swords, is still in full swing.

However, in the green plum forest at the foot of the Jiutian Peak, the disciples of Jiange who were responsible for maintaining order showed their solemnity for the first time.

They looked into the night sky from afar.

No matter how little they had no knowledge, they also saw the galaxy chessboard at the top of the Star Picking Pavilion on Kunlun.

There is the residence of the head Mr. Zhaixing.

No one has dared to enter Zhaixing Pavilion for countless years.

However, now, a galaxy chessboard appears on the top of Zhaixing Pavilion.

On the chessboard, there is obviously a black and white battle in anxiety and confrontation.

It was like a confrontation between life and death in the midst of disaster.

All the disciples of the Seventy-Two Peaks vaguely noticed a hint of uneasiness.

Hidden in the green plum season, the anxiety in the green plum wine glass.