Fu Canglu

Chapter 448
The little highness put his hands in front of him, and his soul power burst out, blocking the overwhelming rubble three feet away from his body.

The immortal stele shattered and the world collapsed.

The soil and rocks at the bottom of His Royal Highness's feet were cracked, and he stepped on a large piece of floating land rock. His temples danced wildly, and he squinted his golden eyes, trying to look into the distance.

There is a line between the sky and the earth, and between that line, there is endless light, which is compressed to the extreme, and then explodes suddenly.

In the extreme distance, there is a white figure, which seems to be integrated into the light.

Then he took a light step and walked out.

It was a man in white.

He slowly stretched out a hand, aimed at the ray of light between the sky and the earth, and then closed it.

Holding all the light in your hands, it's like holding a sword.

"buzz"

All the light beams converged and solidified in an instant.

The man in white was suspended in the void without any standing point, his robe fluttering, within three feet, it was as clean as a vacuum.

He held the illusory sword in his hand.

The space three feet away was scarlet.

In this piece of scarlet, there is Zhong Er's blood, as well as Hou Qing's.

The man in white held the sword silently, feeling the blazing temperature on the sword.

This sword once penetrated the front and back of the two people, locking the cause and effect, and only then had such a small and invisible opportunity to draw the sword, which was fleeting.

There has never been a "sword of cause and effect" in this world.

Because it is an illusory sword.

An illusory sword is a sword that does not exist.

But at this moment, the sword was actually suspended in the air, and the man in white stretched out his hand, and then held it, and there was a very light clear sound from the sword.

There was a clang, like a clear bell.

There was no expression on his face, but he didn't seem to have the slightest sense of immortality or out of the world, but a kind of.

indifferent.

Indifference to the extreme.

Even if the sword in front of him is a sword of cause and effect, an ultimate sword that all swordsmen in the world would like to put in their sheaths.

But when he held the sword, there was still one point of disdain in his eyes, one point of reluctance, and the remaining eight points were pure indifference.

This sword has nothing to do with him.

He held the illusory sword flat with one hand, and lightly stretched out the other hand to caress the blade, while his fingers tapped on the sword at a high speed without showing any emotion.

Jingle bells
This illusory sword is indeed a sword that cannot be seen for thousands of years.

It was too dreamy.

The blade of the whole sword has absorbed the power of many people's souls. It is rooted in the monument of Liuxian on the fairy island in the South China Sea, and it is fed with countless majestic energy day and night. It has been 16 years before it can reach the It is three feet long.

Only the last step is needed to become a complete fairy sword.

open front.

The man in white slowly raised his head.

Looking at the three feet space in front of him.

Within a space of three feet, there was a scene of boiling. There were countless blood beads the size of soybeans. The particles were distinct and plump.

Zhong Er is dead, but Hou Qing is not.

At the last moment when Zhong Er pulled out his sword, this demon patriarch chose to self-detonate with the secret technique of magic, abandoned his body, and became a pure soul body.

Hou Qing, who slowly condensed into a human form, had an ugly complexion and was scarlet all over. The blood, the size of a thumb, was surging like a snake in the sky above his head, swarming back and forth, reflecting his ferocious face.

He sensed the figure of the man in white in front of him, and sensed an extremely familiar aura.

Practitioners with this aura were taboos among demonic practitioners in ancient times.

Not just magic.

Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism.

Hou Qing recalled that in the ancient times when he was honored as the ancestor of the Demon Dao and founded a sect, there was such a small group of people on the vast land.

They don't have a division.

They are alone, and they have the same high self-esteem as the Demon Sect, but they don't have enough strong practitioners.

They don't practice any external force, and they carry a seemingly fragile weapon on their backs.

sword.

They have no boundaries.

But as long as the sword is drawn, it will make people feel headache.

Those "living gods" who stood in the unspeakable realm once unanimously believed that sword cultivation is a practice system that is doomed to decline.

too lonely.

One person and one sword.

They were too small and too fragile before they took off.

Until the birth of the first sword fairy.

Then came the second.

The era of the decline of the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism was ended by the sword.

Practitioners have countless realms of practice, but sword cultivators do not.

Hou Qing had seen the first sword fairy's attack, and in terms of killing power alone, it was barely equal to the realm of a great human master.

Sword Cultivator, Sword Immortal, Great Sword Immortal.

There are 1 people in the world who can afford a sword, but is there one person who can be called a sword repairer?

There are 1 sword cultivators in the world, but is there any one worthy of the title of sword fairy?

As for the Great Sword Immortal, it was even more illusory.

The thin and tall man named Ren Pingsheng in the stele is considered a sword cultivator, and he is still one hundred and eight thousand miles away from the sword fairy. If Houqing can break his Taoist heart, Ren Pingsheng is undoubtedly the most string-controlling puppet. good choice.

Looking at the man in white in front of him, Hou Qing frowned slightly. The familiar feeling he brought to him was not just as simple as sword repair.

Where have you seen it?
Hou Qing once tried to control string puppets outside the gate of ghosts. In order to avoid the Central Plains, he chose several remote places, thinking about practicing as a string control body, and finally arrived in the Central Plains, but unfortunately all ended in failure. It was too exhausting, so in the end I had to give up.

Where did you meet this familiar person?
Hou Qing couldn't remember, so he could only narrow his eyes and stare at the sword.

If the sword of karma was held in the hands of the sword repairman named Ren Pingsheng, it might be comparable to half a sword fairy.

Not all sword cultivators are qualified to hold such a sword.

A sword is stronger than a man, and the sword is stronger than a slave.

And the sword of cause and effect in the hands of this man in white is so submissive that he didn't even have a hint of resistance?
How could such a man in white have no reputation in the Central Plains?

Hou Qing took a deep breath, discarded distracting thoughts, clasped his hands together, and suddenly performed the magic and secret art.

The entire three-foot space began to distort.

The man in white didn't move and didn't hide. He looked at the other side blankly and began to gather momentum, ready to use many methods of the Demon Sect.

As the patriarch of the Demon Dao who once stood at the apex in ancient times, Houqing knew that he had fallen into a terrible situation, but if he fought for his life, he still had the capital to fight with a sword fairy.

Inside the Canghai Monument, many illusions of the Purple Mansion trembled in an instant.

Countless blood lines spread out, and when they reached the top of Houqing's head, they looked like scarlet dragons, hanging down from the dome, flying alternately, biting each other, annexing and growing along the way, and finally turning into a magnificent blood-colored dragon. The entire faucet fell down with a crash, its lips and teeth were scarlet, and the entire three-foot space was swallowed into the abdomen.

The robe of the man in white was blown backward by the scarlet air.

With a ferocious face, Hou Qing raised one arm, and slapped the other hand fiercely on the arm. The red tendons burst out in the raised arm, like a blood snake undulating, biting out, and landed on the two swords that were closed together like swords. above the fingers.

When cultivators fight, they are most afraid of people in the devil's way fighting for their lives.

Demon cultivators cherish their lives the most, and they don't hesitate to kill them the most. If they try their best to kill someone, they will be destroyed without considering any consequences.

Faced with such a desperate killing method, the most rational decision is to avoid its edge.

The man in white didn't move and didn't retreat, as if he didn't see the fierce and desperate driving of the master of the demonic way, his eyes stayed on the sword, moving back and forth, carefully studying the sword of cause and effect, which had almost entered the realm of immortal treasure.

The huge dragon head opened its huge mouth, and three feet in front of him, it seemed to be gnawing on an unnecessary huge wall, its teeth were broken inch by inch, and then it smashed against the wall, and its whole body was cut and smashed. Entering the three-foot sword domain, it turned into a thick scarlet blood mist.

And Hou Qing, the patriarch of the demonic way who seemed to be "desperately" raised his arm, shot two blood snakes from his fingertips, and the moment the snakes were removed from the fingertips, they exploded suddenly.

The three-foot space was blasted open by two blood snakes.

A scarlet and inhuman figure, like a bloody thunder, swam and retreated in an instant with the might of the blood snake cracking, but it was not rushing to the sky, but fleeing towards a remote place.

His Highness, who was tens of feet away, was suddenly startled.

A scarlet human-shaped monster appeared in front of his eyes almost instantly, only a few feet away from his cheek. When he opened his mouth to roar, the foul-smelling blood mist could spray onto his cheek.

What kind of extreme speed is this?
Yi Xiao's Dragon Snake Aspect and Zhulian Aspect did not have time to open.

Then the screaming voice of the scarlet face suddenly swallowed back.

A white palm was pressed on his face, and five sneering palm prints were pressed on the cheeks of the patriarch of the devil way.

The man in white calmly pushed his palm.

A layer of sword-like palms rolled on the surface of the skin, exerting a slight force.

The great devil who was once in an unspeakable realm let out an extremely shrill scream, stepped back again and again, raised his hands, and wanted to grab the sleeves of the sword fairy in white, but in the process of raising his arms, there was no sound were sliced ​​away by the sharp sword energy.

There were two "bang dang", and the two scarlet arms fell to the ground.

His Highness looked at the scene in front of him in horror.

The Lord of Da Guangming Mountain, who turned his back on him, slowly raised his arms.

Lift Houqing into the air.

The master of Da Guangming Mountain was expressionless, holding the sword of cause and effect in one hand.

He didn't even activate the sword of cause and effect, but only activated the sword energy with his mind, rolling the wall very lightly on Houqing's skin, and then penetrated into the skin, stirring back and forth in the ventricles, lungs, and limbs.

Over and over, over and over again.

Every time before, it was like scratching with the edge of a sword, with a trace of pain.

Every time after that, the strength increased in turn, and finally it was like scraping the bone, the sword energy was so strong that it made the scalp tingle.

What kind of hatred is this, to attack so deeply?
(End of this chapter)