The clouds and mist have dissipated, the sun shines on the green mountains, and every peak is clearly visible.

Shangde Peak is a little warmer.

The corpse dog no longer squinted his eyes, looked up at the falling sky light, and his eyes were also very warm.

Deep in the Sword Prison.

Uncle Tailu's shout turned into a humble murmur to himself: "Is it? Is this a?"

In that lonely cell, Xue Ji squatted on a bamboo chair, sensing the changes in the breath of heaven and earth, was silent for a while, and moaned softly.

The light of Tianguang Peak is still the brightest, but the hole on the stone tablet becomes deeper.

The Yuan turtle under the monument slowly opened her eyes, her eyes deep, as if it was so deep.

Fang Jingtian looked at the hole on the stone tablet and said with emotion: "Master, you are right."

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...

On the dilapidated temple that used to be.

Jing Jiu's soles left the ground and floated up like this.

In the Demon Suppression Prison, after he obtained the help of the Emperor of the Underworld to cultivate the Immortal Sword, he became much lighter and clearer than ordinary practitioners.

That's because the turbid air in his body was refined by soul fire, and his natural immortal spirit was floating.

He floated up at this time, but it was different from usual, and it was more like an inhuman feeling, like a flag in the wind and a sail on the sea.

Because he was still holding Nan Qi's hand, his body floated up and crossed the air, aiming his right hand at Nan Qi's body.

In Guocheng Temple, his right hand was seriously injured by the Monk Duhai. Later, he searched for whetstones in Chaotian Continent, and it took him a year to cure it.

Now his right hand has been fully restored, sharper than before.

He is also very familiar with this posture. He flies like this whether it is under Lengshan or when he is digging holes elsewhere.

That's to sharpen the sword and to get used to it in advance.

Maybe he had already thought of today at that time.

Looking at Jing Jiu floating up, Nan Qi's eyes showed a strong sense of vigilance.

But even the idea of ​​being too late to appear in his mind, Jing Jiu flew out.

With a buzzing sound, Jing Jiu disappeared from the spot, not knowing where he went.

Nan Qi looked down at his body and found that there was a big hole there.

There is nothingness in the cave, just like the round window of the Zen room in Sanqian Temple, where you can see spring, summer, autumn and winter, everything in the world.

Nan Qi vaguely understood something.

The white cat squatted in the grass and stared at him, his eyes full of sympathy and cruelty.

Nan Wang flew out of the cliff cave and was about to continue fighting, but suddenly he found that the other party had become like this ghost. He couldn't help but be stunned and even forgot to say swear words.

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...

Jing Jiu is flying.

He has never flew so fast, whether it was when he was driving a sword or using the Netherworld Immortal Sword, whether it was his past or present life.

All the pictures on the ground have become lines of various colors to sweep quickly.

He vaguely felt that even Fu Si Jianyou was not as fast as he was at this time.

This is not an accurate calculation and judgment, because at this time he has entered a state of being neither thing nor self, and the heart of Tao is empty and bright but chaotic.

What's strange is that in this state, he can see the truth of the world from those colorful lines.

Those blue lines should be green mountains, the red lines should be the walls of Baotong Zen Temple, and the hot pot in Yizhou City.

The most occasional star-like white marks may be a sluggish pot that is rarely seen in Yizhou City.

Then he saw a blue spot.

Blue is everywhere.

The sea and the sky are the same color.

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The West Sea and the blue sky are the same.

Liu Ci stood between the sky and the sea, holding Chengtian's sword sheath in his left hand and pulling out the invisible sword with his right hand.

After the sound of the sword sounded, it stopped stopping, making continuous and endless friction sounds.

I don't know if it's sheathing or sheathing.

Countless sword intentions from heaven and earth gathered towards him, and the core was his right hand.

His figure was extremely tall in the light, like a god, and more like a giant who wanted to kill the god under the sword.

Nan Ji's body suddenly faded.

The West Sea Sword God suddenly raised his head and pointed his hand forward.

The twelve-level swords returned after being called, and with the crisp sound of slap, they broke into twelve pieces.

The broken sword body surrounded him like a cut pagoda, forming an extremely strong barrier.

Liu Ci falls into the sword!

There is no wind in the sky, like frozen ice, and the sea surface is also very calm, like a dark ancient mirror.

This absolute silence gives people a strong sense of tear, and the sky and the sea seem to be drifting away.

As the sword fell, the world seemed to be separated.

Everyone felt it, but they didn't have time to react, or they dared not react.

Hundreds of green mountain flying swords lowered their heads slightly to express surrender. Only Bu Er Jian did not do it, as if they wanted to express what they mean.

Bai Zhenren suddenly turned his head and looked south, with a strange look on his face.

Bu Qiuxiao felt the fear coming from the Dragon Tail Inkstone and raised his eyebrows slightly.

What kind of sword was he who came?

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...

When the sword light just appeared in the horizon, Nan Qi moved.

He disappeared from where he was.

Five balls of smoke appeared in the blue sky at the same time, each ball of smoke and dust several miles apart.

In just a moment, he reached the extremely high sky.

He didn't dare to take the sword head-on, and ran away when he looked at it!

The moment ago, the sword light was still in the sky.

The next moment, the sword light came to the West Sea.

The sea was illuminated, as if the rising sun rose again.

The aura of the sword is very ordinary, not cold, not lonely, without murderous intention, nor any other taste, as if it is a flying sword that can be seen everywhere, extremely simple.

Only people like Nan Qi and Bai Zhenren will find that this simplicity is actually the indifference after being complicated, and the so-called anti-simplicity and return to the truth is like this.

The sword light passed through the original position of Nanyi and continued to move forward.

The West Sea Sword God stood in the sky there.

He has been adjusted to the peak state and faces the sword light without hesitation.

Countless tides arose on the sea...and then calmed down in an instant.

The sword light flew over without stopping.

With the crackling sound, all the twelve pieces of heavy tower swords were shattered.

The West Sea Sword God burst out a stream of blood, facing the sky, and falling towards the sea.

A peak figure in Tongtian was seriously injured by a sword!

The target of the sword light was not him, he was just a passing pass!

People who saw this scene were shocked and speechless, and even Bai Zhenren felt a bone-chilling chill.

The sword light hit the West Sea Sword God without stopping, and even slowed down the speed at all. He continued to kill forward.

The sky was illuminated brightly.
To be continued...