Fu Canglu

Chapter 465 Death of the Sword Immortal

The dense thunder light in the wasteland is full of scarlet like blood.

The dome is full of splendor and splendor.

The majestic beam of sword aura was painted with dripping scarlet color, and wisps of thunder flowed against the current, like paint smearing, covering the beam of sword aura of light.

Amidst the crackling thunder, the sword energy surged.

At the very center of the world, there is a thin man.

His complexion looked ruddy under the blood-red thunder light, but there was a touch of sickly paleness, and the fluttering hem of his clothes rattled under the rush of sword energy.

He was carrying a simple long sword.

There is nothing special about that ancient sword. The scabbard, fringe, and body of the sword are no different from ordinary long swords. There is no ingenious design by a master craftsman. It seems that it is no different from the dilapidated sword in the hands of every down-and-out swordsman in the Central Plains. long sword.

Dugu.

Jian Zongming's Dugu was inserted in the stele of Liuxian for 16 years.

This sword really has nothing but the sense of loneliness.

It is not as sharp as the fourteen swords in Fengting Sword House, and it is not as strong as most of the swords in this world.

Until now, that virtual sword "karma" has merged with Dugu into one sheath.

His Highness looked at the sickly man in the beam of sword energy, knowing that a moment later, the scarlet blood light above his head would descend.

Li Changge has nothing left.

There is no sword bone.

There is no cultivation base.

If he was not holding Jian Zongming's "Dugu" in his hand, then he would be no different from a cripple without cultivation.

The princess clenched her sleeves tightly with both hands. Inside the purple clothes, the demonic aura swelled. She fixed her eyes on the thunder light above the sky, and the dragonfinch's demonic aura gradually became stronger after sheathing the scabbard.

She even came up with the idea of ​​resisting robbery for her senior brother.

"Don't do anything stupid."

The Lord of the Great Light Palace said lightly: "The scale of this catastrophe should have reached the realm of seventy-nine, with a total of 63 thunderstorms and the evil magic of Yuk, even if you regain your full strength, you will never be able to resist it." Under this thunder disaster."

His Royal Highness has seen records about "Heavenly Tribulation" in the ancient scrolls, which involves the ancient age of immortals.The scale of the Heavenly Tribulation is divided by the number of thunders. There are nine levels from one to nine. The more severe the punishment, the more the number of thunders.

Practitioners of the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, if they do not do things against the sky, such as killing living beings and brutally slaughtering cities, should not be punished by the catastrophe. The road of practice can be called "smooth wind and water".

The magic way and the magic way are completely opposite.

In addition to the two ways of demons, there is also one cultivation.

Sword repair.

The Heaven and Earth Thunder Tribulation was originally a noble spirit, not punishing innocent people.

But in the ancient times, the emergence of sword cultivators broke many balances. The practice of sword cultivators was extremely difficult, their progress was extremely slow, and the catastrophe at the time of breakthrough was extremely great.

Lei Jie is to punish those sword cultivators who practice against the sky.

Jian Zongming looked at the magnificent blood light entrenched above the sky, and said softly: "Even if a demon practitioner reaches the level of a great master, he will only be crushed by five or nine thunderstorms, and there is still a way out of the world. But Jianxiu wants to To become a Sword Immortal, one needs to face five or nine thunder calamities, and to become a Great Sword Immortal, one needs seven or nine heavenly tribulations, without leaving a single chance."

His Highness was a little dumbfounded.

"He's robbing."

Jian Zongming said calmly: "Like me, if you don't break through the realm, you're fine. Once you break the realm, the heavenly tribulation will be full, just as you can see now."

He glanced at the little highness, and said dumbly: "This is also the reason why I didn't want to kill that Taixu woman just now. It only takes one sword to kill her, but now is not the time for me to break through."

Jian Zongming paused, and said: "If I make a move, it may trigger the Ninety-Nine Heavens Tribulation."

Yi Xiao was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Jian Zongming pointed to Li Changge in the distant beam of sword energy.

He said calmly: "He is the most dazzling sword cultivator in this world, but unfortunately he was born an age later than me, and he is still immature. In this age, apart from him, there is no one else who can grasp my Dugu. So he wants to fight against Heavenly Tribulation, so it doesn’t matter if you lend him this sword.”

Jian Zongming lowered his eyebrows and his clothes fluttered.

He smiled to himself: "Look. If he really draws out the 'old immortal' in the sky, it's time for me to draw the sword."

Li Changge first carried Dugu.

He stood in the midst of heaven and earth, outside the beam of sword energy, dust swelled and a tornado rolled up.

He looked up.

Li Changge stared blankly at the bloody light above the sky, the monster faces that he had seen in the heavy snow in the Western Regions, faintly flashed in the thunder light, and the majestic karma was inevitable.

Karma can sense the invisible karma, entwining itself in every thread.

Layer after layer is debt.

One strand after another must be returned.

Li Changge smiled and didn't care.

He was just holding a sword.

Now it is not.

Carrying a sword becomes holding a sword.

Li Changge clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the veins on his fingertips slowly bloomed, spreading to his arms, and his sleeves seemed to be filled with a strong wind.

He seemed to be struggling to lift Dugu with great difficulty.

Raise Dugu and point to the sky.

The corners of the lips are slightly raised.

Li Changge is a restrained and gentle person.

He smiled slightly, but like all swordsmen in the world, he raised his sword to the sky.

If you can't be mad, why take a sword?
If you can't be crazy, how can you be called a fairy?
There are five evildoers in the world, one generation in Spring and Autumn.

He, Li Changge, sits firmly in the first place!

The thunder in the sky seemed to sense the provocative gesture of the ants on the ground, standing with a sword.

The majestic scarlet blood energy no longer gathered momentum, and seemingly "slowly" turned a wave on the sky, and then fell down in an instant!

The first thunder!

The muffled sound of thunder exploded pierced the sky, creating a hole. The blood-red beam of light aimed at the beam of sword energy and smashed straight down!

In an instant, the barren land was flooded, and the majestic thunder light washed down, turning a radius of one mile into a sea of ​​blood red mixed with silver thunder!

The lord of the Great Light Palace frowned. His hands and sleeves were fluttering. The sword energy barrier was obviously squeezed to a very small range by the thunder, barely able to cover the crowd. The white clothes and sleeves were inevitably stained with fleeting The jumping thunder.

His Highness's eyes were filled with golden color, staring at the flashing thunder light, his eyes were bleeding, and he looked into the beam of scattered sword energy.

The man who had lost his cultivation was submerged in the sky in an instant.

Li Changge lost his vitality, so he could only control the sword with sword intent.

With difficulty, he pushed out the three-foot sword domain.

A sword repaired by a sword repairman.

A sword is three feet long.

Therefore, Jianxiu's life is only three feet.

In the sea of ​​thunder, his figure was wobbly, like a solitary boat, being hit by violent waves from all directions, almost unable to stand still, lonely and desolate.

He still exalts Dugu.

On his face, it is no longer the slightly raised lips before the catastrophe strikes.

He closed his eyes.

Don't look at how the incomparably vast thunder light around you drowns you.

His throat twitched, depression accumulated in his chest.

The world is unhappy, and the world is difficult.

He practiced the sword to do great good, if the sword didn't work out, why bother to practice the sword again!

If a sword can't split the sky, why bother to practice swords again!
Li Changge is no longer that introverted and gentle swordsman, no longer that man who is as good as water and behaves meekly and submissively.

His sleeves were torn apart by the lightning that penetrated into the sword field, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Lei Guang explodes
He opened his eyes suddenly.

Those eyes, which were staring at the top of the sky, burst out with a brilliance more dazzling than thunder!

There was something in Li Changge's throat that couldn't be restrained. It wanted to get out, keep brewing, keep accumulating, and finally burst out!

"come"

The wild and wanton laughter sounded like disdain and provocation.

He held Dugu up high, the white cool wooden bun had already been turned into powder, the ground under his feet had been smashed by the thunder, and it was torn apart.

In the midst of heaven and earth, one person raised his sword alone.

He shouted loudly.

"come!!!"

Sword repair.

Sword Fairy.

Great Sword Immortal.

At the other end of the sky, there seems to be "people" looking down on the world indifferently and mercilessly.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the tide ebbs and flows.

Some people live and some people die.

But God wants you to die, so you can't live.

The second thunderbolt hit.

Then came the third, and the fourth.

A total of nine thunder lights came fiercely without stopping at all, one after another, they emptied out the power of thunder calamity accumulated in the entire cloud layer for a long time, splitting out the first nine calamities.

Then the thunder cloud on the fairy island in the South China Sea regathered its momentum like a wolf, accumulating a second terrifying thunder calamity.

Lei Jie was suppressed in a very small range and did not hurt innocent people.

Nine majestic thunder lights successively hit a very small landing point. After landing, the scattered thunder light had no killing power except for the shocking visual effect. When it fell on the sleeves of the body, it only had time to jump , and vanished into nothingness.

Under the grand thunder banquet, His Highness's eyes were filled with blood.

Zhu Lianxiang magnified his eyesight and forcibly looked directly at the thunder calamity that was close at hand. When the remaining eight thunder calamities hit the ground one after another, countless gold stars burst out in front of Yi Xiao's eyes, and he was almost blind.

His Highness closed his eyes.

There was no rumbling thunder in his ears.

He felt the flesh and blood being squeezed on his shoulder, and opened his eyes again. The little Highness's face was pale, and he immediately understood why Wei Lingshan wanted to squeeze his shoulder.

The blood-red thunder light replaced the beam of sword energy.

Outside the Thunder Pillar, the scarlet thunder light bounced, jumped, and patrolled back and forth. If anyone dared to step into the range of the Heavenly Tribulation, they would be regarded as sharing the disaster, and there was no life or death.

In the Thunder Pillar, everything was reduced to dust.

The land, the land rocks, are nothingness.

The sick man in plain clothes and light sleeves may be the reason why Jian Yu was so tough. Under the thunder calamity, his sleeves were torn, but it was only the sleeves torn, and there was no more damage. He was suspended in the air at this moment, as if lost. Without gravity, the red-dyed white clothes are like a peacock spreading its tail, and more like ink, floating erratically.

Li Changge closed his eyes.

His hands still clenched Dugu tightly, refusing to let go.

Seventy-nine thunder calamities, one nine has been completed, and the second nine has not yet fallen.

This man, who lost his sword bone and lost all his cultivation, actually survived the first thunder tribulation with just a breath of sword energy.

How majestic?

But, that's all there is to it.

His consciousness has been broken by Lei Jie.

One piece returned to chaos.

There seemed to be an invisible guiding force at the other end of the sky, pulling his body, lifting him inch by inch, and floating towards the sky.

Jian Zongming looked at Li Changge.

He shook his head.

Heavy, but shook his head regretfully.

God, there has never been a good life.

(End of this chapter)