Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 1373 The Finale (End of the Book)

Zhao Yifan can clearly feel that the real Xiaoyao's strength is not as good as before, and his realm has been lowered to the same realm as him at this moment. The red light that is constantly emanating from his body, flickering, will make him show the color of pain .

Even though Xiaoyao Daoist is at his peak, Zhao Yifan decided to risk his life to give it a try, at worst, he will directly use the world without distance to open here.

But after realizing this, Zhao Yifan became more sure about killing Xiaoyao Daoist.

Zhao Yifan pointed his left hand vertically and quickly circled in the air, "Hundred swords kill demons, you will never die and never return! Go!"

The Thunderbolt Colorful Glazed Flying Sword became extremely manic in an instant, and made a dull mooing sound, which spread out in an instant, completely enclosing every blind corner of Daoist Xiaoyao!
Daoist Xiaoyao frowned slightly, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly rushed out. The powerful air current shook the thunder and colorful glazed flying swords around them back and forth, and there was a sound of smashing from his mouth.

Boom!
The whole ground split apart in an instant, split into two halves, and a terrible crack appeared on the ground. Master Xiaoyao said furiously: "You dare to come to me in person, I think you are looking for death!"

Zhao Yifan snorted coldly, he had already thought of a countermeasure, although the speed of Daoist Xiaoyao was fast, how could it be faster than his world!
Zhao Yifan used his divine sense to control the flying swords to spread all around, pointing his left hand vertically between his eyebrows, and Daoist Xiaoyao cut it down with a single sword!
puff!
The entire ground parted towards the left and right sides, black flames went straight into the ground, and a black flame several feet high rushed out of the ground in an instant.

Daoist Xiaoyao's face changed slightly, and he dodged him, how did he do that?

The moment he came back to his senses, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain behind him.

Daoist Xiaoyao's eyes widened suddenly, his mind split, he turned around and slashed with his sword, splitting the air, and Zhao Yifan disappeared without a trace again.

And there is already a blood hole on his back, if this sword is deeper, it will definitely hurt his internal organs!

An unprecedented sense of fear instantly climbed into the heart of Daoist Xiaoyao, and he thought to himself: "What's the matter? This kid suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared again, as if he came from tens of thousands of miles away in an instant and gave me a sword. No distance? He actually used the world without distance like this?"

Suddenly, Zhao Yifan appeared behind Xiaoyao Daoist again. This time, Xiaoyao Daoist had already prepared to block the blow with the Black Prison Sword. In the next second, Zhao Yifan disappeared without a trace again.

Daoist Xiaoyao noticed that the positions of these Thunder Flying Swords have not changed. He is surrounded by hundreds of Flying Swords at the moment, that is to say, his range of activities is very small!

The purpose of Zhao Yifan summoning these flying swords was not to attack him, but to block his actions!
"What a cunning boy! I underestimated you! However, I am not a scumbag. I may succeed you once or twice. The next time I appear, it will be your death!"

hiss!
A sound came from behind, Master Xiaoyao immediately let out a sinister grin, and the aura in his body surged violently, pouring into the Hei Prison Sword, and the Hei Prison Sword God Hei Huo surged instantly!
This sword is as fast as lightning, tearing apart the space, and its power is unparalleled. He is confident that he will kill Zhao Yifan with one sword!
puff!
Daoist Xiaoyao sneered, but he was not happy for too long, but he was suddenly shocked. The person he killed was not Zhao Yifan, but the corpse of a soul cultivator!

Zhao Yifan hid behind the soul cultivator, and for some unknown reason, he looked into Zhao Yifan's eyes. His eyes seemed to have infinite attraction, like a pair of abyss, almost sucking his whole body into it!

In a moment!
hum!
Time in the ancient world stopped instantly at this moment, Zhao Yifan quickly drew a circle with his left hand facing the sky, and the Hunyuan Lingjian with his right hand thrust towards the chest of Daoist Xiaoyao without hesitation!
This strange feeling came quickly and disappeared even faster.

Daoist Xiaoyao only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and there were thunder lights all around him, and a huge sword hole appeared in his abdomen. Just like that, it passed through his body quickly.

Blood, like rain, continuously flowed down Daoist Xiaoyao's ankles towards the ground.

He was even numb, unable to feel what is called pain.

Zhao Yifan grasped the Hunyuan Lingjian sharply, and pulled it hard to the left!
puff!
The Hunyuan Lingjian was directly on both ends of the body of Master Xiaoyao, Zhao Yifan panted like a cow, his eyes were extremely cold, staring at Master Xiaoyao, wishing to peel him to pieces, and, He did!
"Woo..." Daoist Xiaoyao vomited out a mouthful of old blood, lost control of his body and leaned back, fell to the ground in a large font, his eyes looked blankly at the sky of Yong Ye, Yong Ye just came, his fairy road But it's over.

Zhao Yifan stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky, and a hundred thunderbolt colorful glazed flying swords quickly flew back into his body. He looked at the corpse of the real Xiaoyao on the ground, and after a few minutes, he looked away.

Zhao Yifan let out a long sigh of relief, squinting his eyes to enjoy the belated sense of relief as if he was relieved from a heavy burden.

But soon he cheered up again and returned to the dungeon with no distance between heaven and earth.

Daoist Xiaoyao is dead, and Baliang has returned.

Eternal night has come, and the door to the secret realm has been opened. It's time to go home!
The only thing I regret is that I don't know who will win between Shuang'er and Nirvana.

Kyoto city.

In a small courtyard.

Elder Lin sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the white clouds in the sky.

A figure quietly appeared beside him.

When Elder Lin heard the movement, he subconsciously turned his head and took a look.

Immediately.

He was stunned.

"Yifan?"

Looking at Zhao Yifan with a smile on his face, Mr. Lin stood up suddenly, and said in surprise and joy, "It's you? Am I not dreaming?"

He pinched his thigh hard.

Take a deep breath.

"Brother, it's really me."

Seeing Elder Lin's ecstatic appearance, Zhao Yifan felt a little sad in his heart.

"Great!"

Mr. Lin hugged him tightly, "You are finally back... By the way, where is Senior Brother Yang? Have you found someone else?"

Zhao Yifan felt a pain in his heart and didn't say a word.

Elder Lin immediately noticed his abnormality, let go of his hand, and looked at him in disbelief: "Brother Yang?" He hesitated to speak.

"Yes."

Zhao Yifan turned his head away from looking at him.

"Ugh……"

Elder Lin felt a pain in his heart, and slowly sat down on the chair, closed his eyes, tears welled up, and said in a low voice, "How did this happen?"

"sorry."

Zhao Yifan didn't know what to say.

"It's not your fault."

Elder Lin opened his eyes, sighed, and said with a stampede, "Birth, old age, sickness and death... this is the law of the world. Fortunately, you came back safe and sound... that's good, that's good!"

After a pause, he then asked, "Where are Luo Yun and the others? Are you okay?"

indeed.

For Mr. Lin, he has experienced enough life and death partings. Moreover, at his age, many things can already be seen and figured out.

"They have nothing to do, they have all returned."

Zhao Yifan nodded.

"That's good."

Elder Lin nodded vigorously, then said with concern, "Yifan, what are you going to do in the future?"

"I want to go back to accompany the master."

Zhao Yifan had already made up his mind, and said, "Brother, are you going?"

Elder Lin took a deep look at him: "That's natural."

years later.

On the hillside of an unknown mountain.

Zhao Baliang has turned into a handsome young man with extraordinary temperament.

It's just that with a helpless wry smile on his face, he chased after the two children who were laughing and playing in the forest.

These two children, a boy and a girl.

"Zhao Yi, Zhao Yun, hurry up and go back with me, Master has already cooked dinner!"

Zhao Baliang saw the right timing, tipped his toes, jumped up, and climbed onto the tree. Eight-year-old brother Zhao Yun caught him, turned around and landed on the ground.

A seven-year-old girl, Zhao Yi, stuffed a bunch of leaves into Zhao Yun's clothes with a smile, turned around and ran away, shouting, "You're going to scare me with caterpillars just now!"

Zhao Yun rolled his eyes, shook off the leaves in his clothes slowly, and said to Zhao Baliang: "Brother Baliang, is my mother cooking today, or Erniang? Their cooking is so difficult. Eat, I don't want to eat."

Zhao Baliang snickered: "If you don't want to eat, you have to eat. Who told them that they can't cook? Let me tell you, you can't say such things in person, or I will watch my master beat you."

"Dare he?"

Zhao Yun rolled his eyes nonchalantly, and said, "If he dares to speak against me, I'll go find my Uncle Lin, who loves me the most."

Zhao Baliang laughed, and when he was about to speak, Yiyi and Luo Yun came out from the forest talking and laughing, "Baliang, Zhao Yun, Zhao Yi is back for dinner!"

Zhao Yi turned around, ran to Yiyi's side, grabbed her hand, and said coquettishly, "Mom."

"mom."

Zhao Yun dawdled to Luo Yun's side, smiled and said, "Why did you come out?" He said to Yiyi, "Hello Sanniang."

"Your fourth mother is coming back today."

Yiyi rubbed Zhao Yun's hair and said with a smile, "A few days ago she called and said that she won an award at the International Film Festival, and she won't leave this time."

"My fourth wife is coming back?"

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he said happily: "My fourth mother said when she left last time, she will not leave when she comes back next time, and she wants to give me a little brother to play with me, is it true?"

Luo Yun and Yiyi both blushed slightly when they heard the words.

Yiyi spat and scolded with a smile: "This Zhao Wenwen is real, she has become a movie queen, and she still has no barriers to speaking, and she is ashamed to say anything."

"You've been with her for so many years, don't you know her well?"

Luo Yun pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go, I guess Wenwen has come back. Sister Elizabeth is pregnant now, so I can't let her work..."

Several people chatted and laughed, turned around and walked into the mountain forest.

In the distance, a curl of cooking smoke rose.

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