The sword light enters anything and can cut off the connection between all the details within the thing, in other words, chop it up.

Logically speaking, the moment the sword light left Bai Zhenren's body, she should have turned into pieces and died.

But this did not happen, because the moment the sword light entered her palm, an extremely bright golden light lit up in the depths of her eyes.

The sword light seemed to have encountered some kind of barrier in her body, and finally only penetrated her arm and brought out the bloody flowers that were like rain.

Bai Zhenren turned around like a cloud, drifted into the bloody rain, and disappeared.

It seems that she used the last master talisman to avoid the killing disaster.

Just the moment before she disappeared, the sunlight illuminated her face and could vaguely see some different places.

The sword light broke through the waves and returned to the sky above Tongtianjing, showing Jing Jiu's figure.

He looked southeast, and a sword light flashed in his eyes. He saw the faint wave of aura in the sunlight, and turned into a sword light to chase after him again.

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Whether it is Jing Jiu who transformed into a sword light or Zhenren Bai holding an immortal talisman in his hand, they are the most extreme combat power in this world.

Unless the White Blade Immortal is resurrected or Xue Ji comes back, and there is no such strong person in the world, even Cao Yuan can do it.

Only they are qualified to chase each other. In fact, they successfully injured each other once in a very short time, but they don’t know who will win the final victory.

Zhenren Bai escaped into the world, and the sword light chased him away, and the East China Sea once again returned to quiet.

The breeze blew, the green curtain floated slightly, and then it cracked into countless pieces, revealing the face of the man in the sedan chair.

The master of Shuiyue Temple looked like an ordinary and beautiful girl.

At this time, her face was a little pale, with blood on the corners of her lips. She must have suffered a serious injury in order to catch the palm of Bai Zhenren.

Only in this way can we find a front-line opportunity to attack Bai Zhenren.

In the early morning, the sword light was searching for Bai Zhenren in the world, and once stayed on the banks of the East China Sea for a moment.

It was at that time that Tong Yan decided on this sneak attack plan for Jing Jiu.

After that, Jing Jiu returned to Yunmeng Mountain and heard Qilin's words, went to Wuhen Sect, and was then successfully attacked by Bai Zhenren.

Tongyan looked at the seriously damaged green curtain sedan chair and asked, "Is the lord okay?"

The master of Shuiyue Temple looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you know that your reputation in the world of cultivation is not very good?"

Tongyan said calmly: "I know."

He was once a genius disciple of the Zhongzhou Sect, but suddenly he betrayed the mountain gate and disappeared without a trace.

It was not until these years that the world of cultivation realized that he had actually switched to Qingshan Sect.

But these are actually not important. For big names like Shuiyue Temple, the childlike face is disliked, and even vaguely afraid of other aspects.

For example, when Bai Zhenren fell from the sky, his pale face and helpless eyes...

"What does it feel like to deceive my former master?" asked Master Shuiyue Temple with some complex emotions.

Tongyan thought about it, but said nothing.

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The tomb of the former dynasty was in the deepest part of Tianshou Mountain. When the skylight passed through the dozen holes that Jing Jiu broke, it had become very dim when it came here.

The white jade coffin has turned into snow dregs on the ground.

A middle-aged man with a clear and elegant face and extraordinary temperament looked at the slightly cracked turtle shell in his hand and sighed in an unspeakable sigh.

He looked like a scholar who was enjoying the snow and preparing to recite poems.

But the bright yellow imperial robe naturally exuded a faint majesty and true imperial aura, which all showed that his true identity was definitely not so simple.

He is Emperor Xiao.

The descendants of the former dynasty.

The real murderer of the world's turmoil hundreds of years ago.

The last sword escaper in Chaotian Continent.

He also has a companion of Taiping Zhenren, or a military advisor.

Taking heaven and earth as the furnace, and the blue smoke destroys the world is the situation he and Taiping Zhenren set up together.

This situation seemed magnificent and rough, but in fact it was very detailed. He calculated on the banks of the Dazhe for more than a hundred years before finally determining all the details.

However, Taiping Zhenren still died in Qingshan Hidden Peak.

Seeing hundreds of years of hard work turning into bubbles, Bai Zhenren appeared.

"I'm not alone."

Emperor Xiao sighed and walked out of the tomb.

Countless imperial auras also dissipated outside the tomb, slightly driving his imperial robe, and followed by a cold and cold wind.

How can you not sigh?

What is buried here are his ancestors.

When he arrived outside the tomb temple, Emperor Xiao looked back at the plaque on the hall and raised his eyebrows slightly.

If Wuhenmen dared to use the tomb of his ancestors as a mountain gate, he would have been wiped out.

Hundreds of years ago, he launched his first revenge on the entire world.

That time he failed.

Will this time fail?

"Who are you?"

A sound rang under the stone steps.

Emperor Xiao turned around and looked.

A young man stood under a tree with an ordinary face and a breath.

The light and shadow of the skylight cut by the leaves fell on his face, not adding a slight mystery to his face, but instead seemed a little funny.

The young man was wearing a sect uniform of Wurong Sect and had a sword tied around his waist. If he failed to integrate human and sword, his realm would definitely not be high.

Emperor Xiao led Bai Zhenren to Tianshou Mountain, and Jing Jiu broke in directly. In addition, the tomb was broken and the emperor's air was leaking, and the mountain sealing formation would inevitably have perception.

I think the elders and disciples of Wurong Sect should wake up one after another and leave the retreating cave.

But for some reason, this young disciple with a low level was the first to come here.

"It's really pity that I can't see a ray of light in the sky after a hundred years of closing the mountain."

Emperor Xiao looked at the young merciless disciple and sighed: "I have to say that the way of heaven is indeed the most righteous. If you insist that heaven and earth are not kind, then don't blame the mercilessness of heaven and earth."

Pei Baifa was killed by the West Sea Sword God. Wuhen Sect had no great things, so he blocked the mountain.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the closure of the Wurong Sect has not ended, which only means that they have not yet welcomed a powerful man in Tongtian Realm.

Since this is the case, Emperor Xiao naturally would not have any worries. He walked down the stone steps and walked out of the mountain, without even looking at the young disciple under the tree.

"We have indeed been blocked for a hundred years, but that doesn't mean we can be humiliated."

The young merciless disciple untied the sword tied around his waist and said as he looked at his voice trembling slightly.

He was a little clumsy in his sword removal and was very unskilled, and obviously he had no experience in fighting with others.

Emperor Xiao stopped, looked at the young man under the tree, and said with a smile: "Little guy, are you going to stab me to death with this sword?"

Holding a sword in your hand, no matter how many sword flowers you can pull out or how many moves you can use, it is all the category of mortals.

The disciple of the genius sect was a little nervous.

There was only a rustling sound, and his clothes suddenly cracked and turned into countless tapes, hanging down like this.

After more than a hundred years, even if this dress is placed carefully, it has become corrupt.

On the contrary, the sword in his hand has been sharpened for more than a hundred years, but it has become much thinner, but it is extremely sharp.

No matter how sharp the sword is, it is impossible to kill a person like Emperor Xiao. What killed him was the sword intent of this ungrateful disciple.

For more than a hundred years, this ungrateful disciple has been practicing the introductory sword scripture over and over again. When it comes to the simplicity and purity of sword intent, even Jing Jiu is not as good as him.

The power of time proves its greatness in different directions.

The disciple of the Wurong Sect held a sword and looked at Emperor Xiao sitting on the ground. He felt very confused and wondered who this person was? Could it be that one of the emperors of the previous dynasty in the tomb was nourished by the filthy aura for ten thousand years, and the result was a corpse transformation? Otherwise, how could the movement be so stiff and so slow?

The Yin wind drove a cloth belt on his shoulder and gently touched Emperor Xiao's body.

With a whistle.
Chapter completed!