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In the deep eyes of the old man Zhaixing, there seemed to be a billions of galaxies that were destroyed and derived from beginning and end. It was an extremely terrifying scene. Just after the last bit fell on the old Taoist Yixing River,

When the winner of the Galaxy chessboard has been decided.

The star-gazing guest's face, which has been through the vicissitudes of life, always had a smile on his face, especially when he saw his senior brother's long-lost appearance.

He knew that the lord of the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun Mountain, the only saint in the world, was really angry.

Stargazers who have been with him for thousands of years know that this uneasy anger will never come from the irrelevant galaxy chessboard winning or losing, but in the Tianchi Lake, which is a little deeper than the peak of the star fall.

There is something wrong with Tianchi!

The head of Jiange, the old man Zhaixing, obviously noticed the incident in Tianchi!

In the battle of destroying the Demon Sect five hundred years ago, in the melee of several saints, he brought the Huanhua Sword Washing Picture, one of the heavenly maps, back to the Kunlun Divine Vein, and hid it in the Tianchi Lake, and later invited the powerful Jiang family of the Shuzi Sect family.

Build the Sword Tower and worship countless famous swords in the Sword Pavilion.

This was actually something he had to do.

After obtaining the Huanhua Sword Washing Picture, he wanted to refine this picture to help him reach the sky in one step.

But I never thought that luck made people foolish people. Huanhua Washing Sword Picture had too strong sword intent. If ordinary practitioners got it, they would naturally understand the supreme sword intent and the supreme sword moves to control countless swords.

But the sword art cultivation is as strong as he has achieved, but he was rebuked by the Heavenly Map because of the great sword art he has achieved, and he is unable to get close to the slightest! The Huanhua Sword Washing Map cannot tolerate any sword art power in the world with its supreme and arrogant posture.

Otherwise, both phases will be damaged.

At this point, there is only one way left in front of the old man Zhaixing: if you hold this heavenly map, you need to destroy yourself and become a sword road!

The way to lose has been replaced with an unknown way is not a dilemma. Because for the old man Zhaixing who is holding the Kunlun Jian Pavilion, even a choice is not considered a choice.

This would be the case if any saint here were.

What's more, the old enemy who was crazy for thousands of years and whose whereabouts were unknown reminded in his ears.

What's more, this world with turbulence and change is likely to respond to disasters at any time.

Old Man Zhaixing has seen countless years.

He has lived for a long time.

This Wuqingtian will not borrow another thousand-year situation to make him realize the truth again.

So he hid this Tiantu and countless famous swords in the Sword Pavilion in the Tianchi Lake. Every few years he would choose among the seventy-two strange peaks on the Qingmei Wine Day to enter the Tianchi Lake to seek opportunities for swordsmanship.

He can’t count how many years he has been doing to cook wine, wash flowers and swords in childhood.

However, the disciples of the genius genius have never met Tiantu in the Jiange inheritance.

Until now.

Until just now.

After five hundred years, the picture of Huanhua and Washing Swords has appeared and fell into the hands of a young man.

That young man is not a disciple of Jiange!

Old Man Zhaixing looked at the junior brother opposite him like this.

He lost.

It's indeed a loss.

He claimed that he was invincible in swordsmanship, but he never thought that he would eventually be defeated by swordsmanship.

...

He waved his sleeves in the Zhaixing Pavilion.

Then a ray of sky shone through the night, and the chessboard of the galaxy in the night sky was cut open by the sky light, and the night and stars gradually retreated to both sides like sea tides.

The darkness gradually ended, and the sky was taken over by day again.

The figure of the old man Zhaixing has disappeared in the pavilion.

In this Star Pearl Pavilion, which has stood for countless years, only the thin back of the old Taoist star-gazing guest is left.

The star-gazing guest watched his senior brother leave.

With an unfathomable smile.

...

Luo Changfeng was in pain at this moment.

The soul of the body seems to have expanded countless times than before.

The sky map in the soul also exuded an ancient and imposing sword intent, which made him feel that the sword intent was penetrated by countless holes all over his body, and the sword intent was about to break out of his body.

This feeling of pain did not last long, and he sensed a suppression of an external force.

He was the first to notice that the sword intent full of sacred smell broke into this world.

When he saw Di Wulei's expression suddenly became gloomy and even full of reluctance and hideousness.

Then he heard a long-lasting but not fragile roar.

He saw the ancient sword growing from the rocks restlessly.

The sword was trembling.

Many swords around began to tremble uneasyly.

It’s like the flowers bowing their heads wherever the cold wind goes.

The cold wind storms across the mountains, and the flowers all over the mountains sway, and now the swords all over the mountains tremble.

The four divine swords that were worshipped by millions of swords are nothing more than that.

The senior brother and others who fought for the Divine Sword were disturbed by this amazing movement.

The senior brother took the knife away.

Everyone took their swords one after another.

Senior Brother Xiao Wang, who was guarding the mountain, looked up at the horizon.

The demon princess who were surrounded by flames also cast solemn eyes with the disciples of the Buddhist sect holding golden lotus hundreds of steps away.

At this moment, the world is silent.

Everyone held their breath and focused, and they were surrounded by endless and bone-breathing cold wind, and only endless ancient swords were roaring in their ears.

Everyone looked to the horizon and into the depths of the dazzling lotus light.

There was a hunched figure gradually coming into view.

That figure appeared in this world.

So the lotus became dim and then withered.

The figure swept across the heads of millions of swords like the wind.

So million swords were silent.

The figure came to Luo Changfeng in an instant.

So the stone beast could not bear the terrifying sword intent and disintegrated with the wind.

Di Wulei also fell silent.

The man glanced at Luo Changfeng.

So Luo Changfeng felt his soul disintegration.

The corners of his mouth were filled with red blood. Luo Changfeng, who could hardly stand still, gritted his teeth and looked at this swordsman who had a superb cultivation level that was only stronger than the old Taoist Yi Xingchuan. He wrinkled deeply

.

He could not recognize the person he came from.

But I guess who the visitor was.

...

The old man Zhaixing looked up and down with his deep but bottomless eyes, and looked at the young man who made the picture of Huanhua Washing the Sword Reappear in the world.

He nodded in slightest.

He even began to envy his junior brother's gaze and was somewhat interested in the person he chose.

His eyes did not stay on Luo Changfeng for too long.

Like Huangfu Yililuo Wang Xiaoer and others, he also raised his head to look at the sky.

What others admire is the remains of him.

But what he looked up to was another figure.

...

There was no figure in the vast sky.

The figure was far away from Zhongzhou, and was far away from Bodhi Mountain, which connected the Qizhou Region and the Dayan Empire Transportation Fortress.

There is a college on Mount Bodhi.

There is a snow field behind the purple bamboo forest of the academy.

There is a simple thatched cottage in the snow field.

In the hut was sitting an old man who was paler than snow.

The old man opened his already exhausted eyes.

The old man got off the bed with a cane.

The old man opened the door and tightened his cotton robe that was penetrated by the wind and snow.

The old man took a trembling step.

The old man left shallow footprints in front of the door.

The old man disappeared into the river of forgottenness that was snowing all year round.

The old man was still far away from Zhongzhou, and the old man was in the Tianchi in an instant.

The old man who was bent over by the mountain appeared in the sky, appeared in the gloomy eyes of the Star Picker, and appeared in front of Luo Changfeng, whose soul was scattered.

Luo Changfeng has a kind of warmth in his heart, even in the glacier and snow field, it can drive away the cold.

...

The calm expression of the old man Zhaixing was not surprised at all because of the uninvited uninvited appearance of the Wuxiang Dao Sect.

He just quietly looked at this old man who was the only six-character trait in the world of practice for countless years, an old man who was too old to be older.

A few gloomy expressions flashed in Star Picker's eyes.

He was lamenting this Taoist brother who did everything he could to his disciples.

According to seniority, Wuxiang Daozong, who has known each other for countless years, is his Taoist brother.

He knew the strange temper of Wuxiang Dao Sect, and he also knew his unswerving position.

He would never allow anyone to take Huanhua Sword Washing Picture away from Jiange Kunlun.

He also knew that this crazy old man who had no choice but to grant the title of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong for his disciples was famous for protecting his shortcomings.

Without any communication language, the two saints are already standing opposite each other.

There is no turning back arrow when the bow string is opened.

...

Old Man Zhaixing reached out to Yunkong.

At this moment, there is no star to pick. The head of Jiange is not trying to pick the star.

I stretch out my hand to get the sword.

Obtain the sword hidden in the vast cloud peak, a sword that has never been born for thousands of years, and the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword ranked fourth on the Divine Weapon List!

...

The Sword Saint takes the sword, and the Dao Sect draws the sword!

When the old man Zhaixing took the sword cloud peak, Wuxiang Dao Sect also pulled out his sword.

His knife was not in his hand, nor in Bodhi Academy.

His sword was left in the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong a year ago.

His sword had already enthroned the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong in the thousands of mountains that were transformed into the Buddha Lotus World for a year.

Wuxiang Dao Sect pulled out the sword of Feng Sect without fear.

Outside the endless mountain gate of the Eight Hundred Sects in Tiandong, in the endless mountains that emit Buddha's light, winding like dragons and snakes, a bloody light suddenly emerged from the Buddha's realm mountain, which was named as a sect.

A knife flew out of the blood light, a knife with red light penetrated the body.

The sword broke through the mountain of Buddha Realm and flew over the spiritual veins of eight hundred sects.

The knife whistled over a million miles.

The sword broke into Kunlun Mountain in Zhongzhou.

The sword fell into the Tianchi in countless shocked eyes.

The knife finally appeared in the eyes of Huangfu Yi and others.

It was a butcher's knife.

The name of the knife is butcher's knife.

The third-ranked butcher knife in the Divine Soldier List.

The butcher knife that the monk put down before he became a Buddha countless years ago!

...

A knife that sealed countless unjust souls was flying in the sky.

In the sky, a sword with the sword intent reached the sky with the roar of the dragon.

The butcher's sword collided with the Longyuan sword.

The blood light and sword energy instantly filled the world.

This world is not endless.

This world is originally in the Xingyue Peak, one of Kunlun’s seventy-two strange peaks.

Blood covered the world.

The sword energy rages the world.

The world in Tianchi could not bear the anger of the two saints, so the vast wilderness began to collapse and sink, and the endless mountains began to collapse.

The void around was penetrated by sword intent and sword light.

The void began to shatter.

Everything around began to destroy.

The real inverted sword tower that appeared in endless dust and light was burned in an instant.

As the sky fell, two rays of light, one white and one red, cut off the belly of Xingyue Peak that was rising into the sky in half, and then the Kunlun Qi Peak collapsed...

(PS: This chapter is 3,000 words, so it should be more satisfying to read. In August, I will try to write 3,000 words for each chapter, so please support me. Juntian needs a monthly ticket and needs a subscription.)